On wearing clothes with their colors/ designs and motifs and showing it to your cybertronian partner.
A/N: I FUCKING MISSED MEGATRONS BIRTHDAY *this is to make up for my sins* also sorry if Bee's part seems rushed.
Megatron:
Armor
You had to get it specially commissioned, which took a lot of design.
You had to have it made of metal, too. It was pretty heavy, even though the group that made it said the armor was lighter.
You wore silver, slightly heeled, thigh-high boots. Some of your thighs were exposed but covered with black fabric. Like him, you had matching sharp shoulder pads. You had a medium-length skirt tass in the back of your armor instead of armor in the front that matched his modesty planting.
Your Breast planting matched his chassis; you had the Decepticon symbol in the same spot as he was.
The final piece to match him was a Valkyrie-styled tiara with the same spikes on his helm.
You were so excited to show him it, hoping he would like it. Currently waiting in his Habisuite, sitting on his desk, looking at the shiny metal on the walls to see your blurry reflection.
Soon enough, you heard his booming footsteps approaching the door. A hiss sounded off, and you spun around and stood up as tall as possible while trying to calm your nerves.
He's still looking at the data pad in his hand while he walks over to the desk and sits down; you strut up to his arm to get his attention, pressing yourself on him the best you can.
He sets down the data pad when he notices the hard silver on his arm; he ex vents a bit louder for you to be able to see while giving you a lustful once-over
You twirl a little when you lift yourself off of him; you step up directly in front of him, and he lifts one of his servos to drag the tip of his digit over your upper thigh armor. You drag the tip of his finger to the matching Decepticon symbol on your chest, and he lets out an appreciative sigh at the sight of it.
He leans his helm down and kisses you and your armor before he speaks
"What a lovely Decepticon you make."
Optimus prime
It came in a pair of gogo boots and a matching jacket
You gave yourself one last look over in the mirror before you went out to meet with Optimus
He was finally free from most of his meetings on the newly built Cybertron government for the week, so he sent out a message to you.
His message was perfect timing as you finished your little surprise for him. You smooth out the leather of the jacket and zip up the boots.
You told him to wait at the base and that you'd meet him there. You grab your skateboard and make the fifteen-minute commute in relative silence. Walking through the special entrance for humans, you watch the lights of the ceiling.
You arrive at his room and text him quickly, telling him you are outside. The doors swish open, startling you. Peering inside, you see him looking at data pads at his desk, still doing work when he was supposed to be taking a break.
You walk closer to where he's sitting before giving a whistle to grab his attention. He looks down at you, and his optics widen when he sees your clothes; he leans over and grabs you to look closer.
He ex vents softly while taking it all in. You match his finish. A cute little mini him in human form that's all his. It makes his spark beat so fast in his chassis.
He presses his helm against your head before he whispers to you,
"My little Prime."
Bumblebee
A Yellow and Black Varsity Jacket
The jacket had his numbers alongside his name on the sleeves of it
It took forever to find the jacket that perfectly matched his colors; you just took it upon yourself to sew on all the decals that represent your alien lover.
You're sitting around the Autobot base while waiting for Bee; you showed Ratchet the jacket, and he gave you a small smile before returning to work.
Three vehicles pulled in, and you raced to the yellow one.
Their younger human charges got out of them, and the Cybertronians transformed into their bipedal mode
Miko and Raf noticed your jacket first; Miko excitedly pointed it out to the rest before asking you to make one for her and Bulkhead; you whispered to Raf that you'd let him borrow it when it was just him and Bee.
You told Jack that maybe him and Arcee could have a matching biker jacket for him, she chuckled with a small huff
The five of them walked off, and your lover and you were left. He hadn't made a single beep since they arrived; you tilt your head at him and smile. He leans down to pick you up; sitting in his palm, he moves the jacket's fabric slightly to look at all the words representing him.
He brings you close to his face and beeps out a sweet 'I love you.' just for you and him.
What transformer character of choice when seeing a giant prediction looking milf bot and be smitten? Cuz Giant buff women
Ya know what? Hell yeah, I can appreciate a milf.
Warnings : mild horny but nothing explicit but still 18+ only please!
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Smokescreen has to hold a servo up when they first encounter you, leaving Arcee and Bee confused until he spoke, “Mark me down as scared and horny.”
He did get smacked for it, and then got smacked around by you when they approached or got to close to what you considered your den. You weren’t very friendly at first, until Optimus had to be called in and actually speak with you to let you know he and his team mean no harm. At least that’s what Smokescreen thinks what happened, he heard none of it and was busy staring at you in your robot form.
Despite the stern glare on your face plate, he was very much into this.
Of course once you considered the autobots your own, you were around more often and more or less had Smokescreen hanging off of you, your care for the team was beyond sweet for a giant predacon that towered over everyone. How you shift into your alt mode and curl around the couch to watch the tv with him and Bee.
If they can’t find Smokescreen he’s with you trying to figure out how preadcons court cause he needs you to be his yesterday, he is the text book definition of down bad.
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Ratchet, two milfs they might kiss! At first like always he’s annoyed by you, how curious you seem to be over his tools and such, but surprisingly you two make a good team. Anytime someone is hurt you scruff them and bring them to him. He scolds and you stand behind him with a stern and disappointed expression, making whoever got hurt feel guilty for rushing in to a mission.
Your strength and power alone gets him smitten though he tries to deny it. You are very protective over the autobots and have shown time and time again how you are willing to risk your life for them, even if that means it’s your turn to earn ratchet’s scolding.
He’s not free though, he tries so hard to act like he hates and loathes when you pick him up and take him to his habsuite, just to curl around him in your alt mode and keep him pinned, he can’t work if his giant predacon spouse is laying across him. Stupidly finds your strength and height over him attractive, more so when you purr lowly and lean over him, trying to show him affection.
Ratchet gets too flustered for this.
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Predaking, a list like this wouldn’t be complete without the King himself, and oh is he smitten. You, who are so strong and fiercely protective over your den in which he found you in, you, who actually stood a chance against him, growling deeply as you told him to back off.
It’s not surprising he returns to your cave and dropping mass amounts of energon at the entrance, your stern glance only makes his spark sing and oh by the stars how his tail wags when you accept his offering. Predaking like his big strong conjunx, you are so tender with the life living around your home, and so aggressive in battle! He adores he doesn’t have to hold back with you, know you can take whatever he can give you.
The only one who can command him easily with just an upset sound.
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(Bonus round!)
Bumblebee took one look at your thighs, took one look at your size, and took one look at you and decided he already knew how he wanted to offline, if it is not by your thighs alone then he is a coward and weak. He truly is a little Bee buzzing around a great big dog.
Anytime you show up or the team finds you he’s sliding across the ground to close the distance, arms around your pedes and helm buried into your lower stomach. He’s very easy to pick up, but you honestly don’t need to with how he climbs you and sits on your shoulder with ease, always beeping happily.
He’s already told Arcee he is not going to survive your spike but he will try his damnest like a true warrior.
She’s already prepared to tell Optimus and Ratchet Bee went out the only way he truly wanted to, and that’s by a thick bot snapping his neck cables.
imagine painting your nails so that the color matches a bots plating and showing your nails off to them excitedly, i feel like half of them would be like "aww" while the other half would immediately take you to fragtown
Ohhhh boy I'm mostly going for TFP
Those with notable reactions would be Smokescreen and Knock Out. Smokescreen because he's going feral over this because what do you mean you can paint your keratin??? and his colors too???? He's telling literally everyone about this he's so ecstatic about it.
Knock Out would plan on fragging you the second he realizes what you're doing. At first it's just him assuming you're decorating yourself - then you admit you chose the color because of him, and his processor malfunctions for a few seconds. It reboots and now he's on a mission to fluster you into fragging.
Honorable mentions include Bulkhead and Breakdown whose cooling fans immediately kick in and they want to frag you so bad but are too shy to bring it up. Don't worry, Breakdown manages to snap out of it and awkwardly offers it later on. Starscream would huff say at least someone has good tastes. He'll tease you for it, sure - but won't frag you until you beg for it.
Bumblebee is as excited as you, he's beeping happily and showing you off to everyone else. Arcee is touched by the gesture, and her first reaction would be to flirt with you and watch as you shrivel up from shyness. Ratchet says he appreciates it and immediately goes back to work. But it's only hours later that it hits him and now he's got his face buried in his servos because fraggggggg oh Primus you actually did it for him.
Everyone else would be flattered but mostly disinterested. Don't hold it against them, they're stressed out of their minds. Except Airachnid who jokes about wanting to preserve your hands forever. Yikes, can you maybe chill?
anon who asked about the character limit, thanks for confirming! Also as of typing I realised your ask box being tilted I Need That is prolly a reference to Ratchet XD Nice one!
As for my request could I ask how TFP Ratchet, Wheeljack, Bulkhead and Bee would react to their so calling them their husband?? There was this one trend going around where a spouse would be on the phone and casually refer to their partner as husband in a conversation. I just wanna see the bots flustered and confused, that's how I like my big robots
Dear Future Husband
Ratchet:
"You leave my husband alone!"
The playful scold echoes throughout Ratchet's processor, drowning out your cheers and jeers with the kids as you chase them off from his work desk. He looks at his frozen servos, then flicks his gaze towards you, watching as you pin Miko to the ground while rubbing your fist into the top of Jack's head as he cries for some uncle of his.
Husband.
Ratchet moves a servo to the computer, typing into a search engine. The results prove he's correct, a husband is a spouse, a married partner, equivalent to a conjunx, at least in the legal sense. Probably the sentimental sense too, considering how you are.
You called him your husband.
Ratchet glances back at you again, now buried beneath revenge-seeking children. He can't see your face behind Raf, who's sat on your chest, but he can hear your laughter. He smiles.
"Come on, off with you!" Ratchet shoos the kids away from you. They tumble and laugh at the gentle brush of his servos. "Don't crush my conjunx when I still need their help."
The smile you give him is dazzling, prettier than any star he's ever seen before.
Wheeljack:
"Careful, or your guard dog will come barking."
"My husband is twice the mech you could ever wish to be!"
Wheeljack knows a thing or two about humans, not really by choice, but he knows that word you said is meant to relate to him. He cradles your tiny form to his chest, blocking blasts with his back before he's transforming around you.
Breakdown isn't an opponent he wants to deal with right now, not with your life on the line.
Luckily, the Nevada landscape provides plenty of shortcuts and hideaways for him to make use of. You mercifully keep low and keep quiet, allowing Wheeljack to think a bit better about his escape routes. As much as he hates backing down from a good fight, you're a bit more important than his pride.
How will he question you if you're dead?
"All clear now, sweetspark."
You pop up into his driver's seat, grinning wide. "Have someone record it if you fight that guy. I wanna see you hand his ass to him on a silver platter."
"And I want you to tell me what a husband is."
Your smile softens. "From what I understand from Smokes, it's the equivalent to you calling me conjunx."
Wheeljack speeds off into the desert, throwing down the driver's seat so you roll into his trunk. Ah, so you actually got curious about him calling you that? Seems you both got some explaining to do.
Bulkhead:
"My husband's the strongest by far!" You brag, causing Bulkhead to pause and look at where you're stood before the kids, Wheeljack, and Smokescreen. "And you can't compare!"
"I was in the wreckers with him!" Wheeljack protests.
"Yeah, but he's still way stronger and cooler!" Miko pipes up, firmly behind you in calling him strong and cool. Bulkhead tromps over, faceplate warm, as he waves a servo around and dismisses the group bragging session. Not that is stops Jack and Raf from arguing with Smokescreen about who's the fastest of the bots.
"What's a husband?" Bulkhead asks you, once just you and Miko remain by him. Lifted onto the catwalk, Miko giggles and tries to climb up to his shoulder. He lets her.
"Someone who really loves someone else." Miko provides, tucking into the side of his helm. "Like how you love a conjunx."
"Is that the equivalent?" You ask, grinning lopsided and wide. Bulkhead feels his spark do flips when you grab one of his digits. "I love you tons, so you're my husband, my partner bonded to me in law and in spirit."
"Oh." Bulkhead lifts his other arm, scratching at his cheek. "Uh. . . Well, I love you tons too. As many tons as I can carry."
"That's a lot!" Miko chimes.
You just laugh, and Bulkhead decides to look up what husbands do, that way he can be a proper one, all for you.
Bumblebee:
"Ah, oops, hang on." You twist around, smile sheepish as you wave at Bumblebee. "What game did you want again, hon?"
Bee's wings flick upwards, and he gives you a sweet serious of noises and a point towards one of the games he already has. It answers your question nicely, even without Raf's help to translate.
"Right!" You chirp, turning back around. "My husband would like Ultra Racing Ultimate 4, please! I can pick it up in store, yes."
The conversation drizzles away as Bee's processor overcomes with static. He vaguely draws lines between dots, what husband means and what you must mean by saying it. His spark is lurching around in his chassis like it's trying to jump out to you, its true owner.
In the second it takes you to end your call, servos wrap around your waist and drag you into a teary eyed, utterly sappy Bee. He warbles his noises at you, leaning into the palms you brush over his cheeks and the kisses you press along his helm.
"I love you too, bubs." You coo, rubbing your nose to where his would be, if he had one. "Wanna scare the guy with how fast we show up to get the game?"
Bee decides he will conjunx you by the time he finishes his game.
Featured bots: Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Bumblebee x afab reader
18+ content minors dni
I'm trying a new writing style with these little blurbs to give yall a little content while waiting for my next chapter for chance encounters. I also finally figured out how to change the text colors on here despite having tumblr for nearly a decade.
If you have a specific character you want to request just send me an ask but please keep it to tfp and the bayverse movies. I'm still watching through tfp but once I finish I'll work my way through one of their other many shows.
Optimus Prime
• He is a thigh man through and through
• He's more on the vanilla side but loves thrusting against your soft thighs
• The feel of your plush thighs squeezing his spike makes his normally stoic composure crack
• Likes to see your lower stomach covered in his transfluids
• If he's especially pent up sometimes it'll reach all the way to your throat
• Because of his size he feels it's safer to use your thighs to get you ready to take his spike
• Whenever you wear bottoms that exposes your thighs he constantly catches himself stealing glances
• It's hard to keep his focus sometimes when all he can think about was how the night before his spike was buried between those plush thighs
Panting as he works his hips against your thighs. You squirm when the shaft of his spike rubs against your clit. Your legs are pressed together with your ankles resting along his left shoulder. Even mass displaced, he still looms over you. The size of his spike almost too big for you to take normally. When you first suggested for him to use your thighs he was almost shy. Always worried about hurting you due to the size difference. But the second his spike slid between your thighs you knew you had him hooked. His large servos squeezing your lower thigh and calf. His helm hung low as his half lidded gaze watched the tip of his spike disappear then reappear between your legs. Using your wetness as a lubricant. When he finally cums it's with a low groan as transfluid shoots across your stomach. Covering your lower belly as it leaks off your sides onto his berth.
Ratchet
• When he first learned how much the human ass could stretch he became intrigued
• Wonders how much he could make you stretch
• At first he acted like he was disgusted by how soft your body was
• Until he felt how nice the softness could feel in his servos
• Whenever he gets a moment to step away from working he seeks you out
• Squeezing the soft flesh of your ass as he makes you recite the scientific names of the different parts of the human body
• Gets a special plug with the autobots insignia on the end for you to wear
• Likes watching how flustered you get when trying to walk or sit with the plug inside
• Takes his time massaging the muscles of your cheeks until you're begging for more
Toying with the end of the plug he watches as you squirm. On your knees with your chest flush against his berth you whine as he barely pulls the plug out before pushing it back in. He has been teasing you for nearly an hour. The wetness between your legs dripping onto the berth and making your thighs slick. When he finally pulls it out you moan as he hooks his thumbs into your hole and stretches it out. Freeing his spike he ruts it between your cheeks. The tip catching on your hole before he shifts to keep rubbing. When he finally enters you nearly start crying from relief. His pace is slow and unhurried. Taking his time to savor the feeling of your tight muscles around his spike. Letting out a low groan he holds one servo on your hip as the other rests on the berth next to your head. When you start begging for more he complies and starts to thrust harder and faster. When he finally overloads he curls over your body and holds you close. Reaching a servo down to play with your clit until you cum. Shuddering as he feels your muscles clamp around his length.
Bumblebee
• Tries to make time for you between missions and being a guardian to Raf
• Grew curious about the soft mounds of flesh residing on your chest
• Cybertronians had no need for breasts yet humans had them
• Doesn't matter if they're small or big he would still love them
• Makes excited beeping noises when he sees that you wore a custom yellow bra with black accents
• Likes to squish the softness and watch your reactions to the stimulus
• When you suggested tit fucking he nearly short circuit
• Likes watching you on your knees as you press your breasts together around his spike
Letting out a low whirring beep he shifts his weight so his joints don't risk pinching your skin. You're on your back pushing your breasts together as his spike rubs between the two mounds. Whenever he thrusts forward you stick your tongue out to catch the tip. Tasting the slightly sweet with a metallic tang transfluid leaking out of the head. Your lower jaw and chest is covered in the fluid making it slick enough for him to thrust. He had already overloaded once but didn't show any signs of stopping. Being the youngest bot meant he had a lot more stamina. Letting out a nearly growl like whirr the plating in his armor shook as he felt his release building up. When you flicked your tongue along the slit on his head he shuddered as he overloaded. Transfluid splattering across your face and chest. Venting harshly he watched you scoop some up on a finger to bring it to your mouth with a smirk.
A series of beeps alerted Ratchet to the fact that the scout was currently unavailable, and as the medic turned he spotted you sleeping soundly on Bee's chassis.
"Are you kidding m-"
Bee interrupted him with another beeped statement, claiming that there were other bots in the base who could provide assistance.
"Ugh, fine."
As Raf explained the unwritten human rule that you're not allowed to get up if a cat is sleeping on you, Bee looked down at your slumbering form. He found it cute how you'd just curled up on him and went to sleep, much like a cat, enjoying the warmth he provided.
You woke up an hour later, to see that Bumblebee hadn't moved at all and was just watching you with his big, blue optics. He whirred happily as you set eyes on him.
"Yes, I did sleep very well Bee," you smiled and stretched. "Thank you." As you looked around the base, you noticed he was the only Autobot present aside from Ratchet. "What happened to everyone else?"
Bumblebee beeped and whirred some more, explaining that the others were helping Optimus out with a situation.
"Why didn't you go, Bee?" You asked curiously.
He answered by saying you were sleeping.
Your eyes went wide, "Bee, you could have moved me! What if Optimus needed you?" You felt guilty about being the one who kept him in base.
Bumblebee disagreed, saying you were too cute to move and then mentioned the unwritten human rule, making you laugh.
"You're lucky we're no longer short of bots."
He laughed with you, before nuzzling his warm faceplates against your smaller face. You enjoyed the affectionate gesture, bringing your arms up to hug his helm. The only thing you could get your arms around.
Hi! Was thinking of that Ratchet fic you wrote a while ago, it really makes me smile to re-read! Wanted to say you're a great writer!
If you're interested, I'd be curious to read about Bumblebee trying an automatic car wash for the first time just out of curiosity sake lol any continuity is great!
No pressure though! Hope you're having a great day!
[IDW, TFP, EARTHSPARK] LEISURE TIME WASH!
A/N: First Bumblebee ask!!! Getting to this was tough, and I DEFINITELY left this in my askbox too long. Enjoy!
Warnings: GN! Bot! Reader, use of second person for Reader, Reader is implied to be an Autobot.
IDW:
- It depends, really, on how close he was to the bot that suggested it to him. Bumblebee would be a little wary if you were an Autobot he didn't know well. It's not that he doesn't trust his teammates, no. It's more of the fact that most Autobots still saw him as the young, energetic scout that raised his servos in surrender when spoken to suddenly. He doesn't expect them to know what suits him anymore.
- If you'd been around for a while, though, Bumblebee would be much more up to the task. Still wary, but he trusts you. He'd still ask you to accompany him for it, though. He's got to make sure this isn't some kind of prank.
- Tenses up so bad for the pre-soak. He understands that it's a cleaning process, but is there really a need for pipes to be spraying at him at such high pressure? The foaming soap doesn't calm him either. It gets all into his plating, and he seriously doubts that it'll come off easy.
- If the soft-touch wash is chosen, Bee might feel a little relaxed. The brushes get him uncomfortable, but the rest is soft, unlike most things on Cybertron. He relishes the new texture. This is the part he enjoys the most. He might not even complain during the undercarriage wash, which likely feels a little invasive.
- Choosing touchless, though? None of the pre-soak tension will be leaving his frame anytime soon. More jets of water flying at him with the intent to crack his windshields? No thank you. The undercarriage wash feels so wrong.
- The drying process chills him to the core, but Bumblebee doesn't complain. He's used to worse. And hey, at least his finish looks sparkly? Primus forbid water spots get left behind, though.
- All in all, depending on your choice of wash, he'll either get into it slowly or never approach a car wash with a twelve foot pole.
TFP:
- Bumblebee's got no qualms whatsoever to try it out when you suggest it. There's barely any Autobots on Earth, so he's naturally formed a close bond to everyone on Team Prime. While Bee isn't one to complain about dirt on his finish, it'd be nice to kill time with a teammate while getting a good wash!
- You'll have to warn him that it's nothing like an oil bath. He's a naturally curious mech, so explaining the process would definitely help him gain a better understanding of what he's getting into.
- The pre-soak likely tickles. All those jets of water at once may overstimulate him for a second or two, but Bumblebee's nothing if not adaptable. He gets used to it soon.
- Definitely gets into the soft-touch wash. It's been a long time since Team Prime's had time for luxury, since even basic necessities like Energon are sometimes out of reach. He likes the feelings of all the little cloths and scrubs. Doesn't mind touchless washes either.
- Another mech that thinks the undercarriage wash is invasive. Bee gets that he needs his tires cleaned, but come on, the undercarriage's got some of his internal structure! Definitely whirs dejectedly about it throughout the drying.
- Overall, Bee's mildly enjoyed himself! Might go again if you ask. Enough washes going with you, and he'll soon be driving himself to the nearest car wash station when he feels a little too grimy.
EARTHSPARK:
- When I say this mech is HESITANT to hear you out on this one. A wash? Why would you suggest that? Are you implying that his finish has dirt on it or something?
- It's no secret that Bee's a clean freak, seeing how much he hated Agent Schloder eating powdered donuts inside his alt-mode, not to mention the immaculate finish.
Sue me if you've ever seen a speck of dust on him.
- If you do coax him into it, Bumblebee's still not going in with high hopes. He treats it like scouting: Carefully assessing the area for threats to ensure his own safety, even if you tell him that car washes can't hurt him.
- Very similar reactions to IDW Bumblebee. Tenses during the pre-soak, relaxes at the soft-touch wash and despises the undercarriage wash. What if the water messed up his Energon Suppressor?
- The only difference would be that he wouldn't mind the touchless wash. By the time the pre-soak is over, Bee would be well-adjusted to the spraying water, and would only question why the pre-soak and main wash felt the exact same.
- Acts paranoid at the first mention, but once he realizes it's nothing to be worried about, Bee might go alone to keep himself clean. He's earned it with so many cycles on the run, after all.
I loved the previous posts about transformers characters with dc/marvel SO.
how about an SO with Wolverine abilities:). with sharp claws in their hands and super healing abilities,(also immortal). I bet the bots would freak out when their SO die in front of them for the first time but then waking up and shocking them. tfp(optimus, megatron, knockout x breakdown, ratchet, any character you would like to add).
feel free to ignore if you don't like it♡.
That is an awesome headcanon! I can already imagine the shenanigans and reactions that the Transformers would have towards their SO. And not gonna lie, Wolverine is such an awesome character with such unique abilities.
Apologies for the long wait. Hope you enjoy!
Transformers Prime x GN Mutant Reader (Wolverine)
Optimus Prime
First Meeting
Optimus first encounters you during a desperate battle just outside Jasper, Nevada. The Autobots had responded to a sudden Decepticon attack, discovering Starscream leading an ambush meant to lure Optimus into a deadly trap. Amidst the chaos, Optimus notices you—a lone human standing fearlessly amidst swirling dust, battered vehicles, and burning rubble.
He commands urgently over comms, "Arcee, Bumblebee, protect that civilian!", assuming you're an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.
As Optimus moves to confront Starscream directly, he is astonished to see you charging fearlessly toward a Vehicon squad, gleaming metal claws erupting from between your knuckles with an audible metallic shink. Your movements are swift, efficient, and brutal, slicing through Cybertronian alloy effortlessly.
Pausing momentarily, Optimus stares, optics wide with awe and curiosity, momentarily distracted even in battle. He watches with quiet admiration as injuries you sustain—deep gashes, bruises, and burns—heal within moments, your skin knitting back together seamlessly.
After the battle subsides, Optimus approaches you cautiously yet respectfully. His imposing figure kneels down to your level, offering a servo in greeting, his voice rich and gentle yet filled with wonder:
"Your valor and strength are remarkable—but you are unlike any human I have encountered. May I ask... who you are?"
Your response, a slightly amused smile combined with quiet confidence, sparks something warm within him. Optimus finds himself intrigued not just by your power, but by your poised, unyielding presence.
Witnessing Your 'Death' For The First Time
Months later, during a brutal clash with Megatron and Starscream, you are separated from Optimus amidst the chaos. You fight bravely alongside Bumblebee and Bulkhead, your claws tearing through Vehicons. But Starscream seizes an opportunity, driving his bladed talons straight through your chest, lifting you from the ground with malicious triumph.
Optimus turns just in time to witness the strike, horror flooding his spark as he sees your limp body slide off Starscream’s blade and collapse lifelessly to the ground. An uncharacteristically anguished cry escapes him,"NO!"
His optics burn furiously as he charges forward, delivering a powerful blow that sends Starscream tumbling backward, stunned. Ignoring all caution, Optimus falls to his knees at your side, large servos trembling slightly as he cradles your limp form protectively. He stares down at you, optics wide in pained disbelief, his voice breaking softly, heavy with regret and sorrow. "Forgive me...I failed you."
Bumblebee and Arcee approach hesitantly, their optics dim with grief, uncertain how to console their leader. Optimus remains motionless, silently devastated as he gently brushes dirt from your cheek with heartbreaking tenderness, his massive form hunched protectively over you.
Moments stretch unbearably until suddenly you gasp sharply, eyes fluttering open with a harsh, ragged breath. Your wounds visibly stitch themselves together, bones realigning with audible pops as you revive rapidly in Optimus’s arms.
Optimus’s optics widen in profound shock before relief overwhelms him. He slowly exhales a deep vented breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, shoulders sagging as tension visibly drains from his frame. With infinite gentleness, he cradles you closer, protectively pulling you to his chest, murmuring softly. "Primus, you live... Never again do I wish to experience losing you."
His servos subtly tremble, expressing vulnerability and profound gratitude as he allows himself a rare moment to hold you, cherishing your miraculous return.
Relationship Development
After your miraculous survival, Optimus becomes subtly but intensely protective. Though your healing factor makes you nearly immortal, he privately admits that seeing you in pain deeply unsettles him. He often finds excuses to be near you, quietly ensuring your safety during conflicts. During a serene night at base, after you've recovered from a particularly brutal fight, Optimus gently places his servo near you, hesitating just enough to silently request permission. You smile warmly, leaning comfortably into his touch. His optics soften in quiet happiness, grateful for this growing intimacy.
Gradually, your conversations become longer, warmer, and more personal. Optimus finds solace and joy in your presence, sharing quiet, intimate evenings beneath Nevada's starry skies as he reveals rare glimpses of the burdens he carries. Your resilience and comforting words offer him peace he's rarely known.
One night, after another intense confrontation leaves you emotionally raw despite physical healing, Optimus tenderly lifts you onto his shoulder, carrying you to a secluded spot atop a nearby cliff. Under moonlit skies, he quietly listens as you confess your fears about losing your humanity due to your seemingly endless cycle of healing. His servo gently brushes your cheek, voice filled with profound sincerity. "Your humanity is in your compassion, courage, and warmth—qualities that even eternity could never diminish. I cherish every moment with you precisely because you remind me of what we fight to protect."
In a vulnerable moment, your hands softly trace the edges of his faceplates, smiling affectionately up at him. Optimus's optics soften, his spark pulsing warmly, as he carefully brings you close, resting his helm gently against your forehead. The quiet gesture speaks volumes of trust and profound affection.
Over time, Optimus grows more openly affectionate in private moments. He's gentle, thoughtful, and deeply considerate of your emotions. Despite the differences in your forms, his presence brings you a deep sense of comfort, stability, and belonging.
A particularly touching moment occurs after another harrowing battle. You rest together quietly in the med bay, your body curled warmly against his servo. Optimus quietly confesses his deepest feelings, voice soft yet filled with raw honesty. "You have brought hope and warmth back into my life. My spark knows peace only when you are near." Touched deeply by his admission, you reach up to softly kiss his plating, a gesture of deep trust and affection. Optimus's optics shutter briefly in bliss, silently promising himself that no matter the war's cost, he would forever guard your precious
Knockout and Breakdown
First Meeting
Knockout and Breakdown initially encounter you entirely by accident during a quiet night near Jasper, their primary goal? A clandestine energon hunt. Their sensors detect frantic human movement and weapons fire. Breakdown reluctantly suggests ignoring it, while Knockout, eternally curious, persuades him to investigate.
Upon arrival, they silently witness MECH soldiers aggressively cornering you. But you fight them with feral intensity, claws gleaming dangerously in moonlight, slicing effortlessly through weapons and armor. Yet, you're heavily outnumbered, wounds rapidly accumulating despite your regeneration powers. Breakdown, surprisingly moved to your defence, instinctively intervening, crushing a MECH vehicle beneath his massive fists, his usually hardened spark drawn to your courage. Knockout joins smoothly, a sleek smirk masking genuine curiosity, deftly disposing of the remaining attackers.
When the dust settles, you bloodied but already healing, gazes warily up at their towering frames. Breakdown gently kneels, offering a servo palm-up—an oddly sincere gesture of respect and reassurance. “You’re quite the fighter, aren’t ya?” Breakdown softly chuckles, admiration evident.
Knockout studies you closely, intrigued by your swift healing, commenting lightly yet flirtatiously, “Impressive abilities…and quite an appealing aesthetic, I must say. Perhaps humans aren't all hopelessly fragile.”
Witnessing Your 'Death' for the First Time
One night, with a bellowing roar, Breakdown launches himself recklessly toward your attackers, his grief turning to devastating rage. Knockout, normally calculated and controlled, loses himself in vengeance, fighting fiercely beside Breakdown until their foes scatter or fall.
In the sudden, unsettling silence afterward, Breakdown kneels heavily beside you, his massive servos delicately cradling your limp body, optics painfully dimmed with sorrow. Knockout approaches slowly, voice uncharacteristically quiet and brittle, “I…I didn’t think…humans could hurt us this much.”
Yet before either can fully grieve, you sharply gasp, violently jerking in Breakdown’s gentle hold. Wounds rapidly healing with an unsettling, visceral sound. Breakdown’s optics widen, speechless in stunned relief. Knockout visibly trembles, a soft exhale of disbelief escaping his intake.
“You scared the slag outta me…” Breakdown’s voice breaks softly, protective and vulnerable.
Knockout regains composure with difficulty, voice shaky yet teasingly soft, masking lingering trauma, “Well... try not to make dying a habit. My spark couldn’t handle losing someone so…unique.”
Relationship Development
Over months, camaraderie transforms quietly yet profoundly into something deeply romantic. The unusual trio develops private, tender moments filled with warmth, affection, and quiet intimacy.
Breakdown’s affection is quieter yet deeply sincere, manifesting in gentle protectiveness and heartfelt gestures. He often lets you rest against him during peaceful evenings, carefully shielding your smaller form with his massive frame. One night, under starlit skies, Breakdown shyly confesses, “Before you, I thought humans were fragile…but you changed everything. Made me realize strength isn’t about size or armor, but the... spark-I mean... heart behind it.” You lean tenderly into his servo, softly replying, “You’re one of the strongest sparks I’ve ever met, Breakdown.” He visibly relaxes, leaning his helm affectionately against your gentle touch, savoring the unexpected yet welcome warmth of your bond.
Together, you three created private rituals—peaceful moments after missions spent tangled comfortably together in secluded clearings beneath open stars, with Breakdown’s solid strength and Knockout’s slender elegance framing you protectively. During one serene night, you rest comfortably on Breakdown’s lap, leaning gently into Knockout’s chest plate. Knockout quietly traces soothing patterns along your spine, while Breakdown affectionately strokes your hair. Words aren't needed, each savoring the reassuring, profound feeling of belonging together.
One memorable moment occurs after another frighteningly close call. Knockout, typically composed, gently draws you into his embrace, servo trembling subtly with lingering fear of nearly losing you again. Breakdown quietly joins, gently enveloping both, their combined warmth and reassurance grounding the you deeply. Knockout softly whispers, genuinely vulnerable, “I never imagined a human could claim this much of my spark…but you've made it impossible to deny.” Breakdown murmurs warmly, deep voice comforting, “You made our lives worth fighting for.”
Bumblebee
First Meeting
Bumblebee’s first encounter with you happens entirely by chance. On a routine nighttime patrol around an abandoned industrial area outside Jasper, Bumblebee picks up unusual energon signals indicative of Decepticon activity. His spark pulses nervously—Decepticons rarely appeared alone. Rolling cautiously into an empty storage yard, Bumblebee transforms and quietly creeps forward, optics scanning diligently in the moonlight.
Suddenly, an unexpected sound shatters the silence—a fierce yell followed by unmistakable blaster fire. Bee rushes forward instinctively, optics widening at the sight before him: Vehicons surrounding you. Before he can intervene, Bumblebee freezes in astonishment, his processor momentarily struggling to register what he's witnessing.
You fought with a grace Bumblebee has never before seen in a human, fierce and precise. Blades forged from pure adamantium extend seamlessly from your knuckles, catching the moonlight in a lethal shimmer. You moved like liquid steel, agile and ferocious, slicing effortlessly through Vehicon armor with fearless intensity.
As Bumblebee finally leaps into the fray, you glance upward, gaze briefly meeting Bee’s glowing optics. He can’t help the impressed, awed chirps that escape his vocalizer. Your lips quirk into a small, confident smirk, clearly amused by the Autobot's expressive admiration.
After dispatching the Vehicons together, Bumblebee chirps inquisitively, eyeing you with open curiosity. You retract your claws with a metallic hiss, calmly extending a healing hand to show Bee your closing wounds. Bumblebee’s optics widen further, his astonishment transforming into excitement, as he buzzes rapid-fire questions, gently touching your healed hands with tender awe.
Witnessing Your 'Death' for the First Time
In that first moment, Bumblebee knows he’s found someone extraordinary, and you, for the first time in ages, feel genuinely seen and appreciated.
The first time Bumblebee sees you 'die,' his spark nearly shatters.
The Autobots and you are pinned down by Decepticon fire during an ambush led by Breakdown and Knockout. Bumblebee fights valiantly, constantly aware of your proximity, desperate to shield you from harm. In the chaos, Breakdown strikes you with a merciless, crushing blow, sending you flying through the air and slamming brutally against the cracked pavement.
Everything slows to an agonizing crawl for Bumblebee. He sees Alex’s body crumple limply, their chest unmoving, blood pooling beneath their still form. His processor refuses to comprehend it, denial overwhelming him as an anguished, static-laden scream erupts from his vocalizer. His spark twists painfully, grief slicing through him sharper than any blade.
Bee abandons caution, sprinting recklessly toward your broken body, cradling you gently in his shaking servos. His optics blur with energon-tears, begging in a frantic symphony of beeps and whirrs for you to wake. The Autobots fall silent, sparks aching at Bee's broken cries.
Then, a miracle.
you suddenly gasp sharply, chest heaving, eyes flickering open as your bones mend audibly beneath your skin. Bumblebee nearly drops you in shock, his optics brightening fiercely with disbelief and immense relief. Bee holds you tighter, burying his faceplate briefly against your chest, letting out quiet, relieved whirrs as you softly reassure him with shaky yet soothing whispers.
That day marks a permanent shift in Bumblebee’s spark, his emotions forever entwined with yours, who brought him from despair to hope in mere moments.
Romantic Development
As time passes, Bumblebee and your connection deepens beyond friendship into something profound and unmistakably romantic. Bumblebee falls quietly and deeply, captivated by your fearless resilience, quiet empathy, and hidden vulnerabilities. You, in turn, drawn to Bumblebee’s unwavering kindness, boundless optimism, and the gentle strength he carries effortlessly.
The romance unfolds gradually, punctuated by small, meaningful gestures. Bumblebee often sit quietly beneath the stars with you on his shoulder, softly chirping as you traced constellations together, lost in comfortable silence. Bee found these peaceful moments incredibly special, savoring your warm and calming presence.
After particularly brutal missions, Bumblebee gently holds you, his servos trembling slightly. You softly touche Bee’s armor, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance, your fingers lovingly tracing patterns into the cool metal. Bumblebee cherishes these tender moments, understanding he’s found a soul who deeply comprehends the weight of sacrifice.
Bee expresses affection through playful teasing, gentle nudges, or affectionate chirps, delighting whenever you laugh—a sound he adores more than anything. You reciprocate with subtle tenderness: a warm hand resting softly on Bee’s servo, gentle kisses pressed to Bee’s metal knuckles, and whispered words that make Bumblebee’s spark glow brightly.
Bulkhead
First Meeting
Your paths crossed on a mist-shrouded evening, deep within an abandoned military facility overtaken by MECH. Bulkhead, rolling swiftly onto the battlefield alongside Bumblebee and Arcee, felt his circuits tingle with unease. Shadows stretched sinisterly under flickering floodlights, the air heavy with ozone from discharged weapons.
Bulkhead's scanners immediately picked up human heartbeats, most spiking with fear or adrenaline. But one rhythm stood out—steady, calm, unnaturally composed despite the chaos erupting around. Curiosity piqued, he turned sharply, optics focusing on your small figure fighting fiercely alone against an advancing group of heavily armed MECH soldiers.
You moved with extraordinary agility, dodging gunfire effortlessly, your hands extended into razor-sharp metallic claws that flashed beneath floodlights. You tore through enemy lines with savage grace, seemingly unaffected by the wounds decorating your frame.
“By the AllSpark…” Bulkhead whispered in awe, optics widening.
Suddenly, a soldier managed a close-range shot. A burst of gunfire erupted, slicing through your shoulder, eliciting a pained shout. You fell heavily to the ground.
Bulkhead’s spark jolted with protective instinct, roaring with worry as he thundered forward, knocking aside opponents like toys. As he loomed over you, he prepared himself for the grim sight, fearing the worst.
But to his astonishment, you slowly rose to your feet, breathing heavily as your bloodied wounds rapidly healed, muscle knitting together, skin seamlessly closing as if the injury never existed.
“Whoa, kid! That’s... not normal,” Bulkhead exclaimed, optics wide with amazement and fascination.
Your shot him a defiant, adrenaline-fueled smirk, breathing raggedly yet fearlessly. "Being normal is boring, big guy."
Bulkhead’s spark pulsed with admiration and intrigue, a feeling he couldn't yet name fluttering deep within his spark.
Witnessing Your 'Death' for the First Time
Months later, your bond had flourished into a fiercely loyal partnership. Bulkhead often found himself smiling fondly, captivated by your spirit and resilience. But deep down, he worried about your recklessness, even knowing you could heal rapidly.
On one particularly devastating mission against MECH, a firefight escalated dangerously. Smoke and sparks filled the air. Bulkhead frantically scanned for you, panic tightening his spark when you vanished from his sight.
Suddenly, a chilling scream shattered the chaos. Bulkhead spun around just in time to see you violently flung backwards by an explosive blast, your body crumpling lifelessly onto cold concrete, blood pooling around you.
Time seemed to slow, Bulkhead’s systems freezing in raw terror.
“No!” He screamed, voice raw, agonized. “Y/N!”
He surged forward, optics blazing, knocking soldiers aside with brutal force. Collapsing onto his knees beside your motionless body, he gingerly scooped you into his trembling servos, anguish shattering his composure.
“No… No, no, c’mon! You're tougher than this, right?!” Bulkhead’s voice is shaking, panic and heartbreak evident in every syllable. He gingerly cradled your body, servos trembling with grief as his spark twist painfully.
In that agonizing silence, Bulkhead felt his spark shatter, a suffocating wave of despair enveloping him, darkness creeping into his vision—
And then you gasped sharply back to life, chest heaving, eyes wild with pain and confusion, your body rapidly knitting together tissue sealing your wounds as if reversing time itself.
Bulkhead nearly dropped you, disbelief, relief, and joy colliding into overwhelming shock.
“Primus…Y/N! Are you…are you okay?!” Bulkhead stammers, relief crashing through him.
You gave him a weak, shaky laugh, wiping away blood from your mouth. “I’d say dying sucks—but the wake-up call’s even worse.”
Bulkhead’s relieved laughter quickly fades into gentle scolding, masking his overwhelming relief and joy. He realizes then, deeply and profoundly, just how important you have become to him.
Romantic Development
Bulkhead initially struggles to reconcile your regenerative ability with his own protective nature. He understands you can handle injuries, yet still instinctively shields you in battle, often scooping you up despite your protests.
Your relationship is full of humor and playful teasing. Your resilience allowing you to participate in playful roughhousing with Bulkhead, something the gentle giant deeply appreciates since he's rarely able to interact with humans physically due to his size.
Bulkhead quietly becomes your emotional anchor. Despite your outward bravado, Bulkhead notices moments of vulnerability after particularly traumatic "deaths." He reassures you in these moments, reminding you, you're not alone, reinforcing your bravery and value to the team.
Bulkhead admires your bravery and resilience immensely, viewing you as a Wrecker and equal, despite your smaller stature. Conversely, you appreciate Bulkhead’s unyielding loyalty and genuine care. Your trust runs deep, built on numerous battles, shared victories, losses, and countless nights exchanging stories about Cybertron and Earth beneath desert skies.
After particularly harrowing missions, Bulkhead tenderly cradles you against his chest plates, soothing away the trauma of your repeated injuries, whispering gentle reassurances.
You often spend quiet evenings together in the desert outskirts, Bulkhead gently holding you close as you share whispered dreams, fears, and hopes under endless stars.
You often tease Bulkhead by climbing atop his servo and giving playful kisses on his faceplate, laughing warmly when his faceplates flush adorably.
Bulkhead carefully memorizes your emotional state. After each death, he envelops you tenderly in his servos, gently humming calming Cybertronian lullabies to soothe away your lingering trauma.
