Toyformers: Figures In Disguise | Various! Mini! Transformers x Reader
I'm aware that I'm not the first person to come up with this idea, nor will I probably be the last, but DAMN. This idea just got me hooked, idk what to tell you!! Anyways, the continuity is kept vague, so imagine them looking like your favorite TF media/designs. If your favorite TF media/designs don't have a toyline, pretend that they do!
Synopsis: You've been a Transformers fan for a while, and started collecting toys of your favorite characters out of love for the franchise. Gradually, you've expanded from your favorites to the rest of the cast; before one day you finally get the one toy you were missing to complete your collection. Unfortunately, your good day turns slightly less good when you realize that these little guys are actually sentient.
Content: GN pronouns, human! reader, the bots are toy sized, reader lives alone, i'm personally not a toy collector so this might not be accurate to how real collectors behave, slight crack vibes, im just having fun lmao
Today is a good day.
You feel like you should use a bigger word considering what you have in your hands, but honestly, it doesn't matter. Great, fantastic, pleasant, whatever. What matters is that you finally got what you wanted, and that meant today is good.
Yeah, that's right. After ages of saving up, you had enough money to get the very last toy for your Transformers collection. Which, sure, sounds like a super nerdy thing to be excited over—but come on! You deserve to be excited!
You've been collecting Transformers toys for years now, and you've been a fan for even longer. What can you say? The franchise just has you hooked. Hooked enough to save and spend your money over and over again on figurines of your favorite characters. Time went on, and you figured, why not get the rest of the cast?
Which leads you to now. Walking back to your house carrying a plastic bag, the final piece for your collection carefully tucked inside.
There's a noticeable pep in your step as you open the door and lock it behind you. Immediately heading to your room, you carefully reach in the plastic bag and pull out... Him.
Optimus Prime. Yup, ironically enough, you were saving him for last. There wasn't any real reason, other than it felt oddly fitting for the big guy himself to complete your unfinished set.
Unboxing the toy, you can't help the beaming smile that grows on your face as you hold him in your hands. Is it too dramatic to say that you're cradling him the way one cradles a sacred idol? Or perhaps a precious gem that you intend on treasuring? Probably. But you can't deny that there's something reverent in your touch as you place him down with the rest of the figurines on their dedicated desk.
Yes, dedicated desk. These guys have their own desk that you use to display them. The entire thing is covered with your figurines, one side belonging to the Autobots, and the other, the Decepticons. All lovingly handled and placed with the care of an artist painting their muse onto a canvas.
Setting down Optimus between Bumblebee and Ratchet, you take a step back and bask in your fully completed Transformers toy collection. The surge of pride and satisfaction fills your every vein. You're pretty sure this is how Greek sculptors feel like after finishing a statue.
Grabbing your phone, you snap a few photos that afterwards, you deem good enough to share online. Might as well share your excitement with everyone else, right? You type out a caption for your post and begin to make your way out your room.
Buuut not without casting one last glance to your toy-filled desk. Gotta get at least one more dopamine hit before you go.
The missing piece in your puzzle. The last one to arrive.
Your gaze sweeps over every Autobot, Decepticon, even the niche characters you managed to snag, and your chest puffs out in fulfillment—before your eyes land on Optimus Prime.
Your pause mid-step, lingering in the doorway.
... For a second, a brief second, there's a fragile silence in the air. Like the entire room went still, holding its breath. Waiting. Watching.
........
Then you turn around and step out, shutting the door behind you. Oblivious to the earlier tension in the room, if there even was any. Pocketing your phone, you idly think about what to eat for dinner later. Something affordable, probably. OP wasn't exactly cheap, after all!
In the meantime, you settle on your couch and turn on the TV for some mindless entertainment. Sighing contentedly, you lean back into the cushions and relax.
Today really is a good day.
....
Back in your room, the tiny finger of Optimus Prime twitches.
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Noise is what wakes you up.
Weirdly enough, it's not the sound of your show (which has long since been replaced with some kind of reality TV episode your grandma would watch), nor is it the low buzz of your phone telling you your order is on its way. What actually woke you up was the soft thunk of something hitting the floor.
You strain your ears, wondering if the sound was a sleep-induced auditory hallucination. Did it come from outside? But it can't have been—it was so close. A pin dropping in silence, so to speak.
It almost sounded like... It came from your room.
...Wait.
Your room.
Adrenaline zaps you awake. If that weird sound didn't send you into high alert, that realization did.
Because that means someone could be in your room. With your figurines.
Oh HELL no.
You don't care if it's a thief or a stray animal that somehow got into your home. If they even put a singular FINGERPRINT on the toys that you PAID FOR, you are committing a murder.
But wait. Let's not get too overzealous here. On the chance that there is a thief in your room right now, you can't just burst inside unarmed. You love your collection, but you also love not dying.
Slowly, you get up from your couch, making sure to grab your phone and put it on silent. You sneak away, trying to find some kind of weapon to use. A kitchen knife will have to do. Do you know how to use it? Not really, but maybe your fight or flight instincts can take over from there.
Hefting the knife in one hand, and your phone in the other, your thumb hovers over the final number for the police if things go wrong. You might be a bit paranoid right now, but you also don't really care.
Creeping towards the door to your bedroom, you listen in. You don't really hear...
Inhaling deeply to calm your nerves, you brace yourself.
No wait- there is something. Voices. A lot of them. And apparently, they're getting into an argument. But they sound... Distant?
They're definitely inside your room, but these guys must be the quietest fighters ever or something, because wow. You're not sure how someone can yell a death threat and sound so small.
Here goes nothing.
Bursting through the door, you point the knife in your hands in what you hope is a threatening manner, scowling hard.
"If you even put one hand on those figures, I swear I will fucking-"
Then you stop. The rest of the threat chokes in your throat as you survey the scene.
Your toys. The Transformers. They're...
They're moving.
They're all frozen now, staring up at you with wide painted optics. But you saw their heads swivel in your direction when you burst in. Not to mention the fact that they're all scattered throughout the room right now; some on the floor, some on your bed, some are on the other separate desk that you use for storing non-transformer things.
They all look like they're in the middle of a battle. A toy sized battle. In your room.
Moving by themselves.
"Um," One of them speaks up. Your eyes snap towards... Optimus Prime. Who seemed to have frozen in the middle of fighting Megatron, who's gaze flickers from you to him.
You stare at them all, speechless. Autobot, Decepticon, even the niche characters– you look at them and they look at you.
What?
"Please don't be alarmed," Optimus tries to assure you. Hearing his deep voice come from a toy made out of plastic is surreal. "We mean no harm to you. We-"
He glances around and realizes how contradictory his words are. And for the first time... You see Optimus Prime falter.
He looks up at you.
"We will explain."
...Oh boy.
This is the type shit I be doing instead of homework dawg wtf 🥀🥀 THIS MIGHT BE THE MOST I'VE EVER WRITTEN IN TWO DAYS I'M GONNA BE FOR REAL.. WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE ROBOTS DOING TO ME!!
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed! I might write a part 2? If you guys r interested?? Because I do have more ideas... Idk, I keep seeing concepts floating around for the bots being toys, but they're mostly drabbles/headcanons. So I put a one shot into the mix, because why not!! This was mostly a warm up to get back into writing on here as well, soo... Ok I'm rambling at this point!! HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED RAHHH RAHHH on the off chance u want more erm... Idk reblog or ask about it in my inbox bcs ill happily yap
He he, hey guys... *clears throat* long time no see....
So life got super busy and fast paced recently, so I haven't had a lot of time to write, but I do still plan on lots of smut, so here's some that I've had waiting!
Kinktober: Day 15
In Session
Bay!Bumblebee x fem!reader
Sexting + uniform
Warnings: pre-established relationship, spelling mistakes, semi-public masterbation, f+m masterbastion, sexting, Bee has a thing for college uniforms, reader is Sam's sister, this is filthy and I love it, PURE SMUT
The clock seemed to go slower the more you glanced at it. With every ten minutes that passed, only two actually had. And it wasn’t the class in general, or even the teacher, but just the day. It was mid afternoon, the sun was starting to set and this guy was preaching about math to a class of over a hundred students.
You sat toward the back, scribbling in your notebook, bored out of your mind. It was Thursday and this weekend your boyfriend, Bumblebee had promised to take you out driving. It’s been weeks since you’ve seen him.
While your twin brother Sam went to a co-ed ivy league college, you took a different route. A private all girls college to study astrology. And the only draw back to this school was that you had to wear uniforms. And they were those white button down, blue blazer and plaid skirt uniforms. You felt ridiculous half of the time, but with hundreds of others wearing it, it was alright.
You phone buzzed in your blazer pocket, glancing around to ensure no one was watching, you pulled it out, smiling down at the screen.
Bee <3: how’s my honey bee doing?
you: bored, my last class is taking for-ever-er.
you: can the weekend come early this week? I miss you
Bee <3: i miss you too, and i think i have an idea on how to make things better…
You stare at your phone for a moment, typing out a response before your phone dings again. And it’s not a text this time, it’s a picture. Bee’s in his bedroom at NEST HQ, laying down on his berth. It’s a selfie with his arm raised above his head and his glorious abs and navel in the shot.
He’s all smooth and angular lines, so different from human forms yet just- of not more- attractive.
Your face heated, quickly glancing around the room. You’re in the last row, and the nearest student is ten chairs away in front of you. The beauty of sitting in the back. But you knew where this was going to go.
you: bee, don’t start, i’m in class
Bee <3: one picture won’t hurt
Bee <3: please?
Biting your lip, you undo the top few buttons on your shirt, letting your bra peek out. Pressing your arms together you set your phone up on your open laptop and take a picture of your cleavage. You angle said laptop to cover anything from wandering eyes and send the pic.
Bee <3: primus, you’re hot. I can’t wait until this weekend when I can have you in my arms again
Squeezing your thighs together, you type back.
you: I was hoping we’d do more than cuddle
Bee <3: we will, we’re going for a ride
you: a long one?
Bee <3: super long *attachment*
the next picture comes through is of Bee’s navel, hips, thighs and pressurized spike. It stood up right, biolights glowing that beautiful blue glow. Your thighs pressed together harder.
you: is there any chance you can sneak away tonight? I want you so bad
Bee <3: I would if I could, honey bee, but we’ve got a strict curfew over here
you: hmm, and here I thought you had a sense of advenure
Moving quietly, you set your phone down on the floor and start recording. You tilt your hips forward and spread your legs, showing off your underwear. Reaching under your skirt, you pull them down to your ankles and then spread your knees wide. The lighting is stupid perfect, bouncing and glowing off your skin.
You right yourself for a moment, double checking the room, before sending it to him.
Bee <3: You’re going to drive me insane, got me all worked up over some slutty little skirt
you: i can wear this when you pick me up on Friday
Bee <3: don’t you dare, I’ll lose it and frag you right on the campus front steps
you: we might have to add that to our bucket list
Bee <3: you like the thought of me fragging you in front of everyone, making sure they know you’re mine? that instead of choosing some dumb football jock, you picked a sports car?
you: he’s actually an advanced robotic organism, but close enough
Glancing up at the clock, you groan seeing you still have 45 minutes left.
you: we might have to cool it down, Bee, I’m getting horny and still have 45 minutes left of class
Bee <3: I can work with 45 minutes
Your eyes grew wide, your heart started to race, a flush marking your cheeks.
you: Bee, we can’t
Bee <3: we can and we will, unless you want me to cum alone…
Another video comes through and you’re glad it’s on mute. The video is clearly from his own eyes, looking down at his hard spike and stroking it harshly. Rough, gripping movements that make your throat close up. Transfluid drips from his tip and he uses that to lube his shaft, and you can just tell it’s making those beautiful sinful wet sounds.
Bee <3: put that hand of yours under your skirt and touch yourself how you wish I would
Inhaling deeply, you make the reckless decision. Holding your phone with your left hand, you start recording. Thankfully these seats have built in desks, so you can hide your naughty activities easier.
Moving just right, you capture pulling your panties tight, exposing your curls and little wet spots on your underwear. Slipping your hand under the elastic waistband, you capture the movement of your fingers under the fabric, teasing your hooded clit and smearing your wetness around.
You send the video and wait, slowly teasing your clit as you see the little bubbles pop up in your text chain.
Bee <3: I can’t wait until I get to do that to you
Biting your lip you stroke faster, teasing your middle finger at your entrance.
you: I can’t either, my hands don’t feel as good as yours
Bee <3: they still do a good job when I’m not there though
You take another video, this time plunging two of your fingers inside your wet pussy. Biting your lip to keep quiet, your eyes roll back in your head at the soft wet sounds coming from under your skirt. Gods, it’s been far too long since you’ve had some alone time with Bee.
Bee’s response was another video of him rough stroking himself, and from his ragged movements and frantic fan whirring, it appeared he was just as gone as you were. His stroked sped up until his hips lifted from the berth and transfluid shot from his spike, spilling down his hand and onto his armor plating.
Bee <3: record yourself cuming on those pretty fingers
And you do, you get your fingers moving in and out of your pussy, your thumb bumping your clit in the same fast pace. Curling your fingers, doing a ‘come here’ motion and thinking about Bee cuming sent you over the edge. You somehow didn’t make any noise as your pussy clenched and squeezed on your fingers, a wet spot darkening your panties.
Bee <3: beautifully done, honey bee
You sighed happily, still riding the high of your orgasm when the bell rang, signally class was over. Righting yourself (and washing your hands in the bathroom) you walk along the halls, careful not to bump into anyone.
you: that was perfectly timed
You smiled to yourself, walking out of the main building and along the sidewalk toward your dorm building.
Bee <3: you have no idea
A honk sounded nearby. You’d know that sound anywhere. Whipping your head to the side you see his classic yellow and black stripes in the parking lot. Squealing you rush over and throw yourself into the passenger seat.
“Bee! What are you doing here?” You ask, giggling and enjoying the feel of his leather seats on your legs.
“My girl needed me,” He says through the radio.
“Oh, yeah?” You tease, setting your bag in the backseat.
He revs his engine. “I made a promise with you, that outfit and those front steps that no curfew is going to come between,”
Omg that swerve x human smut was so good and it gave me an idea like what if reader confessed to the autobots that they never squirted in their life? Imagine these bots starting a competition among themselves to see who can make them squirt most😩
Jazz’s blue visor gleams up at you in the low light of the base’s common area. Messily kissing your pulsing clit before he drags his glossa across your needy bud. One servo on your thigh holding your leg open, while he slowly pushes his middle and ring digit into your sopping wet cunt.
“Jazz…” you breathe out harshly. Your legs shaking from the overwhelming pleasure he’s been giving you for ages, making your poor pussy cum and gush on his face and servos over and over and over again
“Hmm, yeah? Tell me what you want, little thing?” The large bot smiles at you before leaning his helm back down to suck your clit between his denta.
You arch your back with a loud cry, your hips bucking trying to fuck yourself on his curling digits and face. Faintly you can hear complaining, only to cry sadly when Jazz is pulled away from you.
“You’ve been hogging them this entire time, move!”
You blink away the tears stinging your eyes to see Bumblebee taking Jazz’s spot, you barely have time to respond when the yellow bot is shoving his helm between your legs, sloppily kiss and slurping up all your juices. You squeal, legs flailing as it’s just too much!
You’re surrounded by your lovers every last one of them, all of them arguing who can make you feel better, who can make your cute pussy squirt more, you almost regret letting it slip you’ve never squirted before. Almost. Your hands fly down, clinging to Bee’s horns as you buck your hips to meet his lashing glossa. The boy is just as much of a mess as you are, his optics are bright but rolling back as the musky scent of your puffy cunt has him short-circuiting almost.
You’re shaking, body tense as you squirt again, coating his face but only for a moment as Bee is swiftly yoinked away, making the bot pitifully cry as he’s replaced with a far too giddy Blaster.
“Keep singing for us, my star. Scrap, you’re such a fraggin’ sight.” He’s practically drooling before he even gets a digit inside your wildly clenching hole.
Briefly you wonder how many more can you take, how many more bots are awaiting their turn to make you cum and squirt, to see who can pleasure you more? You know it’s too many, far too many if the arguing you can hear about who’s next is anything to go by.
It's nice, Bumblebee thinks while watching you work. Your tiny fingers tapping away at a keyboard he could crush with only one digit of his own. You're calm, and quiet, and all too absorbed with the work you've been assigned.
You're breathing softly, a quiet whistle he can pick out of any room with the familiarity. Senses heightened with millennia of scout training, he han hear every annoyed sigh and soft tut as you work out whatever problem you were given, your complaints seemingly lost on everyone else around as he observes you.
He knows it's odd; the way he slows down his routine just to be this much closer to you. He's known for his speed, not his forgoing it to spend time with anyone - much less a human. But here his is, pede-steps soft while he glances your way again.
May I try one..?
(A day within the Ark, Chapter 3)
Optimus Prime x Reader (Non-Gender Specific)
Rating: 16+ (Fluff)
The sounds of beads sliding down onto one another fill the large metal room, echoing off the walls and returning to you. You glance over at Bumblebee as he very carefully handles the tiny, practically microscopic in comparison to his digits, beads and slides them onto some elastic string. Honestly, it's pretty impressive how gracefully he can maneuver such tiny things, he's even been known to pick up random bugs too. It's almost impossible to imagine someone so large could be so gentle, but he is.. Your kind gentle giant.
You sigh softly and hum slightly as you continue to drop the beads, albeit a lot more clumsily than your buddy over there, onto your own bracelet string. You feel great relief as you near the finish of your friendship bracelet, the colorful beads are in a neat repetitive pattern with your favorite colors encircling his color scheme, symbolizing your eternal bond that shall surpass time itself, you're sure. You've always wanted to make him something to commend your relationship.. but he's just so big! It's hard to find anything that wouldn't take years for you to finish.. but you have a few ideas rattling around that head of yours.
He softly chuckles to himself as he admires his work, his bracelet matches yours but with the colors reversed, his color scheme is encircling yours, it almost feels as if it was done protectively.. oddly enough. "There we are!" He chimes cheerfully as he gently pulls one of your hand away from your work and wraps it tenderly around your wrist before tying it off. You 'Ohh' and 'Ahh' as you admire your new favorite piece of 'jewelry'. "Like it, Snugglebug?" He asks enthusiastically, you nod happily before you quickly finish up yours and attempt to wrap it around Bee's wrist... Damn! Too short still. You frown and tisk grumpily as you begin to add more beads. "Not to worry, sweetie. I'm in no rush." He assures you as he leans back in his seat, he stretches his arms up high into the air and sighs with a small groan. It's nice for him to take a load off after a long mission, especially when he gets to do so with you.
"Hello." Bee quickly twists his head 'round to meet the gaze of the familiar fellow. "Oh, hey Optimus. How're you doin'?" He asks as he straightens his posture slightly to speak to him properly. You glance over your shoulder at Optimus and are greeted with a small shy wave from the big bot, you smile softly before waving back just as equally shy.
Bumblebee cocks an optical ridge at you two. What's the deal with these two dinguses? Do they even know their pining is requited by each other, or are they too ditzy to even notice? (You know, Optimus is still a bit unsure, but he suspects.) He can't say he doesn't notice the bad taste it leaves in his intake knowing you two like each other, he really doesn't wanna share you... especially with his best friend. He's totally gonna try to steal his thunder! ..And vise versa.
"I am well, thank you for asking. And how are you..?" His gaze drifts down to you. "And you?" You can tell he's smiling underneath that face guard of his, you wish he'd take that stupid thing off more often so you can sneak a peek at that beautiful face of his. You'll have to nag him about it later. "I'm doing pretty good, the mission as you know, was successful. So that really ups the spirits." Bee responds as he fiddles with some of the beads, picking up a few then letting them slip from between his digits back into the box from wince they came. Optimus' then turns to you, patiently awaiting your answer. "Oh, I'm good too, thank you for asking. Just baking some cookies and hangin' out. Y'know, the usush." You reply with a shrug before finally wrapping the bracelet around Bee's wrist.
Yes! It fits! You quickly tie it snuggly around him so he doesn't lose it during any of the action. "So.. what was the mission, anyway?" You query, he admires his new bracelet with a smile, tilting his hand from one side to another and watching the beads glisten in the light before he shoots a challenging glare over at Optimus and give him a bit of a jazz hand, showing off his new 'promise' bracelet. Nothing wrong with a bit of competition, is there? Optimus' audial fins lower as his smile falters. Really? In front of Y/N? He's going to challenge him here? You would comment on it but sadly you miss it as you carefully clean up and straighten the already messy table some as you await an answer. "Bee." You pipe up, he glances down at you before slowly laying his hands on the table with a small "Thunk!". "I can't tell you, sadly. But you know I would if I could." He admits disheartenedly, he reaches over and gives you a soft little pet with the grain of your hair as to not mess it up before returning to his previous flaunting the bracelet antics. "Alright.." You mumble poutily. Damn it, no one ever tells you anything.. It's probably because you're a bit of a blabber mouth.
Bumblebee cocks an optical ridge at him before he looks to the side and touches his index and middle digits to his audial sensor. He heaves a heavy sigh before he stands and stretches. "Sorry guys, I'm gonna have to leave." He announces.. it sounds more like a complaint than an announcement. You turn from the trash as you throw some stuff in and whine. "Nooo! You just got here!" You run over and hug on his leg, you nuzzle your cheek into him in an attempt to convince him to stay. "Don't gooo!" You mumble into his warm metal, earning a small chuckle from him.
Optimus' spark sinks as he watches you love on Bumblebee, he hates that it bothers him so much.. but he begrudgingly accepts that it does and moves on. He shifts around awkwardly as he tries to look around to find something else to focus on before he becomes too sour with his buddy.. and with you. He would hate to feel annoyance towards you over something so trivial.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, I'm needed else where.. those damned twins are fighting again and Prowl's having trouble getting them straightened out." He grumbles as he picks you up and nuzzles his cheek into yours.
Optimus' optics widen as he observes your bond with Bumblebee, he silently compares it to the one he shares with you and though he tried his hardest not to get jealous, he simply can't help it. He huffs and looks to the side grumpily, he'd rather observe the floor than watch you two 'snuggle' or 'cuddle' any longer.
"Stupid dinguses.." You mumble grumpily, Bee chuckles at you before he plants a small kiss on your cheek and sets you down. Of course Optimus heard the kiss and got even more heated. He's a very protective bot, he's not fond of people touching on you period, let alone kissing on you. "But I'm sure Optimus will take good care of you." Bee bumps into him with his elbow teasingly as he walks by, Optimus furrows his optical ridges at him grumpily. Of course he'd notice my unusual behaviour.. "Isn't that right, Orion?" He taunts as he leaves the room, he throws up a hand as he begins to walk down the hall. "Later guys, see you on the flip side."
"Bye, bye.." You softly mumble as you and Optimus watch and listen as his footsteps recede down the hallway... you miss him already. You turn to one another and stare deep into each other's eyes, just searching.. admiring the beauty within. "Oh crap! My cookies!" You blurt before you rush over to the oven to check on them. Thank God, they're not burnt, they're perfectly baked. The oven timer begins to chime right as you pull them out of the oven and place them on a hand towel draped across the counter.
"Oh yeah.. I forgot I did that." You comment as you turn it off with a simple press of a button. Optimus rolls his optics at your silliness before wandering over and sitting at a table set up across the room. Damn... he can still smell them from over here.. They taunt him. Despite him being an alien and seemingly not being made to ingest such things, he's got quite the sweet tooth, and he'swell aware of how against giving them human food you are... but maybe you could make an exception?
You begin to mix the icing ingredients, he watches as you scurry from one side of the little makeshift human kitchen to the other, grabbing things and doing various tasks, becoming completely absorbed into your little baking venture. "So.. what exactly does baking cookies intel? ..If I may ask." He asks a bit awkwardly, he nervously fiddles with his hands as he anticipates your answer. Communication outside of orders aren't really his strong suit, they never have been. He was a shy bot even before the war, usually keeping to himself other than talking to a few people that worked with him (who often struck up the conversation first), such as Bumblebee. At least he's making an effort, even if it's a bit rough around the edges.
"Well, first you have to gather all the ingredients and if you don't have them at home, you have to go to the store and get them. Then you have to put them all together in a specific order for certain reactions to take place and do certain things for certains effects to said batter to happen, such as making it frothy like for more of an airy texture. Then you have to bake it at a certain temperature for a certain amount of time. And if you want to add some pizazz, you can add icing, which is what I'm doing. It goes on top as a nice little treat, it gives it some 'umpf'... if you know what I mean." You ramble on as you use an electric whisk, he nods softly at you.
He attentively listens and observes you, taking in everything you do.. mostly just because he likes to watch you, truthfully. But he's interested in what you're doing, as well. He's also taking mental notes in case he wants to try to bake something for you in the near future... It seems to be a romantic sort of thing to do.. at least in his mind it is.
"And then you can add toppings.. Well, I suppose 'icing' could be considered a topping... But I consider things like 'sprinkles' or 'chocolate syrup' as toppings rather than icing. Pretty much they're just things that add some more flavor and makes it more enjoyable if you like those things." You quickly fill up a piping bag and begin to squeeze out the scrumptious looking pink icing onto the cookies in a circular pattern, Optimus feels his intake begin to salivate as he watches the pliable substance get applied neatly onto each pastry. He slowly stands and wanders over to you before kneeling down gracfully right in front of the kitchen island to get a better view. You glance up and softly smile at him.. he can feel his spark begin to sing. He just loves that beautiful smile of yours.
"And that's about it.. I think. I mean, there's different flavors like 'chocolate', 'vanilla', 'orange', 'lemon', 'strawberry', 'blueberry', 'banana'.. all sorts of things you could add in to flavor it with. But usually it's based around just one, like just strawberry for instance. But some fancy chefs know how to take it to the next level by combining some of the main flavors into one baked good.. But I'm not one of those people." You wrap it up then giggle nervously, you glance up at Optimus once more, his gaze has never once faltered from you.. he seems very interested... which gives you an idea. "I think you are, they smell quite delectable." Optimus comments sheepishly, you shyly avert your gaze as you squeeze just a nibble of icing out onto your fingertip. "Thank you.." You reply gingerly before you hold it up to him, he stares at it for a moment before he realizes what you mean by this action and quickly fumbles about, he retracts his mouth guard and almost topples over as he leans down and gently sucks on your finger. You feel his hot metallic tongue gloss over your finger as if seraching for more before he slowly pulls it out of his mouth, a string of saliva spans from your finger to his lips. You snicker at him as you wipe your finger off on your clothing.
He lets it sit in his mouth for a moment, feeling it with his glossa, tasting it, enjoying it, before he swallows and smiles widely. Right as he starts to bring out his mask again you tut at him. "Nuh uh, I wanna see that beautiful face of yours." You reprimand playfully as you set down the icing bag and hold out both of your hands towards him. He's taken aback by your words, he never imagined you found him.. 'beautiful'. A little attractive, maybe.. but beautiful? His internal fans begin to kick into overdrive, audibly whirring as he swiftly becomes more and more flustered. After a few moments of processing he realizes you want him to come closer and he leans down before gently pressing his face into your hands. You rub on his cheeks then slowly make your way to his audio sensors, which all bots seem to simultaneously hate and enjoy being rubbed, he furrows his optical ridges at the odd sensation before lightly leaning into your touch. His audial fins flick occasionally as they slowly lower.
You giggle at him, he chuckles softly before straightening himself some. "What?" He asks quietly, he's genuinely so confused as to why you're laughing at him. "You're just so sweet and cute." You reply blatantly as you begin to finish up icing your cookies. He watches you for a few moments before he speaks again. "...What? I'm not cute, you said I was beautiful." He replies with a pout, you chuckle at him before you begin to eat the leftover icing with a spoon, you get out one for him which he hesitantly takes and begins eating with you.
"Well, beauty isn't just about what's on the outside, Optimus, it's about what's on the inside, as well.. That's why you're cute, because you're innocent and your behaviour just strikes me as such.. It makes me all warm and fuzzy inside, you make me smile. Beauty is subjective, you know." He stares at you for a moment as his glossa twirls around the spoon before he carefully pulls it out of his intake and chunks it into the sink behind you.. you probably couldn't land that if you tried. "I know this, I'm not a sparkling." He retorts playfully before chuckling lowly at you. You slowly take all the dirty dishes to the sink and fill them with water. "Well, whatever." You wave a hand dismissively at him as you wash your hands.
He stares at those beautiful cookies you've made.. he wants to taste them so bad. He wants to know how your cooking tastes, how good you are at it. Either way, he's sure he'll love it, whether you're an expert or not. And look at them just sitting on the counter before him.. taunting him, in all their tasty glory.
"Y/N..?" He softly calls out, you turn to him as you wipe your hands on a hand towel and hum curiously. "Hmm?" He nervously fiddles with his hands before he finally just asks you. "May I try one..?" He said it so quietly for a moment you thought you had imagined it. You smile widely before you quickly pick one up and walk around the kitchen island then hold it up to him. "It would be an honor for someone as beautiful as you to try my cookies." You admit softly, his fan begin to whirr louder, now he's sure you're doing this on purpose.
What an innocent little thing you seem to be.. But in reality, you're just as cunning as anyone else... perhaps even more, you're just kinder about it. But it makes him smile, knowing his silent attempts of winning your affection hasn't went unnoticed, at least you're most definitely flirting back.
He averts his gaze as he carefully picks up the cookie. "Thank you.." He grumbles flusteredly, his face plating begins to burn red hot and he feels a slight pouty anger well up inside of him. You could've let him know you were interested sooner. You giggle at him, he glances down and is met with that sweet little mischievous grin of yours he's grown to love. Oh yeah, you're gonna get it later. Some way, some how, he's gonna fluster you back.
He ignores you as he slowly takes a bite, enjoying the sensation of his denta sinking into the soft, fluffy, crumbly pastry. He moans softly as he closes his optics, enjoying the delicious taste. "Is it good?" You ask amusedly, he slowly nods before he opens his optics and shifts his gaze to you. "I knew you were a wonderful cook."
Chapter 1 (Silly Boys (Sideswipe and Sunstreaker x Non-Gender Specific Reader))
Chapter 2 (Braceys :) (Bumblebee x Non-Gender Specific Reader))
Chapter 3 (This Post)
Chapter 4 (Sweet treats (Blaster, Brawn, and Ratchet x Non-Gender Specific Reader))
Reader would have to be half cybertronian and half gem to be able to fuse with another cybertronian.
But funny enough theres acually cybertronians that can fused with another, their called combiners i believe. It would be almost impossible for cybertronians to figure out reader is a half gem half cybertronian.
But cybertronian fusion is different than gems fusion but sort of similar side effects. Cybertronian combiners need more energy so they separate while gems fusion, acually they do need energy too but they can stay permanent or more but it depends if gems wish to stay like this forever kinda like garnet.
So how would they find out??? Simple Fusion or medics(if reader got hurt). Just imagine their pure shock and feeling their mind collide with reader.
Im not gonna explain how a rock and giant robot created reader, so imma do some headcanons of how transformers react to gem fusion with reader imma do tf primes for this one, one autobot and one decepticon each post
Bumblebee
• Bumblebee reaction would just be like Connie and Steven only difference is bumblebee is panicking more, hes doesn't know nothing about you being and how he managed to merge with you wait where are yo- "bee calmed down!!" "Who said that!? Wait why do i sound like this!?". once you and bee separate, bee will immediately look at you and ask how we do it!? Did we just discovered a secret fusion technique that no cybertronian as done!?! Wait cybertronian cant do that?? Gem fusion??? What's that.
• Once you explain bee about your half side, and about what you and bee did, he even more confused, especially wanting to know more what your other kind are like, like he might find it dumb that gem fusion is a abomination but if you tell him many other gems fuse by dancing just to fully connect with the other, he won't lie thats kinda cheesy he definitely would do it just for fun, but if your like connie to embarrassed, he won't push you and will be patient just know hes gonna rant to the others, they wont believe him at first.
• bee fusion with you would be... well for starters if your a guy you might be more bulky due same gender but still athletic and faster(knockout aint winning this one) but if your a lady, yall will look more femme not too skinny tho (unless you also wanna be more bulky) since gems tend to look form feminine despite being genderless. For colors since cybertronian have two or three colors so bumblebee colors will mix with on what one color of your choosing and depending which diamond decided to leave their homeworld for a cybertronian, (the four diamond or you own diamond oc)
• i feel like yellow diamond would be fitting for bumblebee as a fusion since his blaster is a stinger meant to stun his enemies, while yellow ability can straight up tase someone to death, so these two fusing can make the stinger straight force a decepticon to their knees, even worse if can be used for torture. Also to add more emotion, bumblebee might try to communicate with reader if their using their anger out decepticons or force a decepticon to insanity, since yellow diamond represents authority who pushes their emotion aside and bumblebee is the opposite, so bumblebee the blue diamond to their yellow diamond.
• forgot to add the dual blades become blades with spikes, adding that bumblebee fusion with reader becomes a wasp or a hornet.
• if reader was a decepticon, bumblebee would try to atleast get you on autobots side, fearing what would happened if megatron would find out, not only that your powers are that much of a prime. But reader Let him charm you like how Greg charmed rose quartz.(acually maybe pink diamon can ne a perfect fit too)
Knockout
• well this might be difficult but the only way im seeing this happening if knockout does checks your injuries and sees your cog. you trip or he trips and BAM!! fusion, knockout at first would panic and them look at himself and immediately goes like "OH MY PRIMUS!?!" sees himself(and you i guess) in the mirror or something reflective "oh my primus". After defusing, knockout will then turn yo look at you like didn't know you were a combiner. Oh your not? Then what was that? Gem what now?
• at first he wouldn't believe you until you show him your cog(or when he checks your cog) that has a gem connected to it, knockout would try to get out only to find out that it will kill you in the process slowly yikes, its better to keep your patient alive than dead.
• when you explain how gem fusion works, he immediately like, so your other kind are one of those, he probably cringe, however he can't help but finding it endearing in a way, fusion can be either a abomination or a way of what he would consider conjux or conjux endura, he might try use his charm to convince you to atleast use your gem abilities to win, But he wonders if you and breakdown were to fuse, how hot would it be, mean you- well both of look in one. You get nervous when hes rubbing his hands together like hes planning something. Telling about dancing fusion and he would never EVER let that slide hes gonna tease you the entire time. "So your a romance type-" "Knockout i swear to primus I will ruin your chassis"
• now fusion gender, if you a guy either you look like a damn tank but a medic or be so zesty that breakdown might comeback to life, now if reader is femme... just like I said about zesty fusion, breakdown come back and he aint here argue. Also knockout my get better hi- (gets slapped by breakdown)
• now I thought about it cant decided which fusion would fit so its either pink or blue since knockout does grief for breakdown. For pink imagine him his buzzsaw turn into a spiky shield since now he needs more protection after knockout was killled, and for blue turn the spear into a staff but still a spear in a way, to use truama or bad memories to numb or force them to answer, great way to get info out.
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Let me know which other characters you want me to do, it can anyone including from different transformers series.
I've completely fallen for Earthspark Bumblebee so please have some headcanons of him developing a crush on a human reader I've dubbed Homesteader!Reader.
Look at him he's so pretty can you blame me
You're a neighbor of the Maltos, so it was really only a matter of time before some of the chaos started bleeding over onto your adjacent property, which occurred when a Decepticon tried an attack on the family home and was chased into your barn seeking cover. Thankfully you were saved by the apologetic family, and after some explaining and a promise to repair the damage you happily agreed to be in on the secret.
Being quite friendly and eager to explore more of the world beyond their home, the young Terrans often come over to visit, and they bring their mentor with them more often than not. Bumblebee makes sure you're okay with them dropping by, and you confess to enjoying the company with how little you usually receive. The two of you start to talk each time he's nearby with the kids, and find you get along quite well.
He always visits as a chaperone for the kids until one day he visits by himself, and when you ask where they are he claims that they have the day off so he wanted to help you with chores. He helps with anything you'll let him do (and is quite enthusiastic about doing so) This continues and the two of you quickly become very good friends.
Eventually he's swinging by every day, though he always has a reason for doing so, offering his help with anything you might need. Even after he helps you finish everything on your to-do list, he simply can't admit the constant visits are solely because he wants to see you, so he comes up with other reasons to visit. Some of the excuses get a little silly, especially as he gets steadily more flustered in your presence whilst putting together a very unconvincing story of a possible Decepticon stowing away in your barn. You're initially baffled by this behavior until his students can't stand it any further and break the ice by taking you aside and informing you that the entire Malto family has figured out he has the BIGGEST crush on you.
When you privately address this with Bee he's BEYOND flustered, alternating between denial and deflection before he admits he really likes spending time with you and may have developed some feelings… Of course you're free to not feel the same way, he doesn't want to pressure you, and he understands it's beyond weird considering he's so different from you… It takes a minute for you to cut through his rambling and reveal you actually feel the same way, and another minute longer for him to actually process the revelation.
When he does? He's as happy as you've ever seen him, and he very enthusiastically asks for permission to pick you up to talk at optic level. He wants to know how long you've felt the same way, wants to tell you how long he's been hoping for this, wants to gush about how happy he is now… For a mech who's usually quite reserved, it's a display that's beyond adorable, especially when he keeps talking well into the night.
