#transformers x human reader

[michaela-o]

Here’s my take on this ☺️🧡

[rosielecktor]

[untitled-archivist]

Something just scratches my brain about humans showing their favorite cybertronian/cardbot videos of people doing amazing feats due to adrenaline…

Cause like what do you mean these little fleshy things can lift things 10x their weight simply because of a hormone being released into their body..

I can like, imagine their shock as they watch these videos and their little human buddy explaining the concept of “hysterical strength” to them…

Like, what do you mean your body can override its natural safety mechanisms in order to rush adrenaline through your muscles to give you a burst of superhuman strength..WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN LIFT A CAR??

I just really like the idea of cybertronians/metal card bots being in awe of the feats humans can do while running on adrenaline…okay anyways thank you for coming to my ted talk

[fizzyy-pop]

thinking about cybertronians with a human reader who proves their love and loyalty to them by going against their own species.....

although you've told them countless times how you want to help them– whether it's helping the lost light crew find the knights of cybertron, or helping the g1/tfp bots find a way to get back home to cybertron, ect– they also understand that humans stick together above anything. they're also well aware that you have dreams and aspirations of your own, aching and yearning to fulfill them, and have pushed them aside temporarily to help them reach their goal.

that's why they tense up and fully expect the worst when they run into the enemy team with you by their side (whether it's M.E.C.H or G.H.O.S.T or some random stray corrupt government group) and instead of fighting, the bastards turn to you and try to remind you of where your loyalties should lie; with other humans. not an invasive, destructive alien species. they offer you everything you could ever want in return for backstabbing your beloved giant mechs and femmes... free schooling for your passions, infinite materials to create or research or explore. a perfect home in the perfect place, the one you've dreamt of since childhood.

imagine their surprise when instead of throwing yourself at the offer, you throw yourself into a screaming tangent about how stupid and insane they must be for even thinking that you would ever betray your friends, your family. when you said you would do anything for them you meant it, and absolutely nothing they offered you would change your mind.

the bots absolutely light up– literally. their optics blazing bright and their plating shivering as they realize how serious you are, to have turned away your own people and the ability to live the dream life you've always deserved because you believe their missions and their goals are far more important than anything.

after that incident, you'll find yourself drowning in soft glances and gifts, sweet praise and blatant admiration. every request you make is fulfilled swiftly and thoroughly by your big bot friends. and although you can't understand why just yet, you will soon come to discover it's their way of paying you back for your loyalty and kindness; because if you always do the most for them, who would they be to do the bare minimum for you?

[bitter--coffee]

Oh my god, I just had an idea (partially inspired by my own experiences) — Transformers x human female reader

The machine translation grammar I use may be a bit strange xp

I think Cybertronians don’t understand “love” as deeply as humans do. Maybe it’s a cultural difference? From birth, humans are influenced by family, society, friends, and even lovers — with family being the biggest factor. Through these, humans learn how to understand others, to love, and to feel. But Cybertronians don’t have as many factors shaping this kind of concept.

So when it comes to “love,” humans grasp it on a deeper level, while Cybertronians only understand it superficially. So how would your robot lover react to your affection? I think the mechs would have a moment of daze and confusion — they wouldn’t know how to respond. You’re too gentle...

The way your mech shows love is by providing for you, through actions and words. But you “nourish” him with relentless care and attentiveness. You understand him. Until finally, he becomes addicted — your mech just can’t leave you. I’m not sure if this would intensify his protectiveness and possessiveness toward you. It might mean you can’t be apart from him even for a moment.

(I’m a bit stuck here — I’ll develop this more later. Right now I’m considering whether to turn this into an AU:)

[cyberrose2001]

I hate TF One sentinel so much.

I fucking hate him.

I hate him so much I wanna see this mech a whimpering teary mess underneath me after overloading more than he can take.

I want him overstimulated and trembling. venting hard as he is forced to cum again. Tied down and obedient to no one else but me. Him on his knees begging for release.

I hate him so much I wanna see him pathetic and whipped for pussy or spike. Hell make him whipped for both. Go wild.

TF:One Sentinel Prime x Human Reader

okay so i had a couple ideas but this is the one i went with. essentially sentinel using you to make his dick look bigger so he can stroke his ego, but keeps it a secret. to which you find pathetic and of great value (aka to keep living it up rich giant alien robot style)

also go easy on me!! slowly learning how to write for the universe (as alot of people probably are)

Warnings: TF:ONE SPOILERS, Cybertronian/Human, Dom/Sub Elements, Humiliation/Degradation, Bondage, Face Sitting/Cunnilingus, Cream Pies, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation

Word Count: 1707

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

For a species that's so highly advanced compared to your own, you'd think there would be far more disunities. After all, this planet wasn't made for you. But despite this Olympic-sized hurdle, most of the Cybertronians seemed curious about you. A little human, freshly birthed compared to the universe's timeline itself, bought to Cybertron by their ventures.

It's taken a lot to get used to. But the primal urge associated with human nature seems omnipresent, as you have learned.

Sentinel Prime. The lord and master of Cybertron had his curiosity peaked. He initially took you in as a novelty, a mere collector's item to show off as a display of acceptingness between Cybertronians and Humans—a symbiotic relationship between two species.

At least, that's what he tells them. Yet another lie for him to cover up for the masses.

"You're such a fucking sellout, Sentinel."

A liar he may be, but his trembling form and the whines of your name speak truthfully. And with all the queries of your purpose on this planet, one thing is sure.

Sentinel Prime can't get enough of human nature.

And you're determined to squeeze every last drop of that precious information.

In the lavish and very private penthouse of his tower overlooking Iacon City, Sentinel Prime kneels before you on the berth. Though at eye level, the balance of power remains clear. Ropes of golden silk tie his arms behind his back, connecting to the ones adorning his thighs, keeping them embarrassingly wide open. He can't count how often he's been in this position before, but he learns something new about your little fleshy body each time.

"Yeah, I know." Sentinel wriggles against the ropes despite having no intention of escaping from them, "B-But I have an image to upkeep, you know that."

"Oh, an image! I see," Gripping the kibble on his chin, you pull him closer, to which he flinches, "Because the only image I see is you popping a boner over a little fleshy like me. Now, wouldn't that cause a stir, hm?"

Sentinel grits his dentae, his faceplates heating up at the proximity. He says nothing, knowing that he could dig himself a deeper hole. But he's already too deep, so much so that he could be tried in court for inappropriate relations with organic species. Or worse, he could have the title of 'Prime' stripped away from him.

But he can't deny it. He's so turned on by your soft skin pressing against him that it almost makes him sob, spike standing erect right in front of you. Deliciously throbbing and angry, ripe for your taking.

"On your back, I mean it." You push against his chassis, and he flops backward, grunting as the winds knocked out of him. Your little form climbs atop him, but you don't stop at his spike. You keep climbing until you're standing on his chassis.

"Wh- What are you doing?" Sentinel questions, his voice strained. He watches as you straddle his face and push your cunt against his intake, a pleasant surprise to Sentinel.

"I'm gonna put that lying tongue of yours to good use," You moan, wiggling your hips against his glossa, "Ever tasted human pussy before? Because it's about time you did."

Sentinel grunts as you grind your hips against his face. Though tiny, you're still enough to take his breath away. The sweet, earthly, deliciously human scent fills his olfactory sensors, and he dives in with the first lap at your folds. It's new to him, soft and plush against his glossa. He doesn't even need a second taste to confirm that he's already addicted.

A soft gasp leaves you as Sentinel essentially makes out with your pussy, moving from opened-mouthed kisses to flicks at your clit. You sit down further on him, causing his glossa to push into you forcefully. The ridges massage along your walls and make you see stars, filling you perfectly, making it hard to believe you had no trouble taking his spike. But you won't tell him that. It's far too much fun to humiliate him and make him putty between your thighs instead.

"Is that the best you can do, Sentinel?"

The Prime whines into your flesh as his glossa works double time, "Pfflease..." He takes a breath before he laps at your clit again, rubbing and grinding with the help of your hips.

"What was that? I can't hear you." Your dominant side gets the better of you, and you deviously shift your hips up, hovering just shy above his saturated dermas, "Say it again."

"Please- I can't- I need you to fuck me-" Sentinel whimpers, wincing as his spike painfully throbs. It's all getting too much for poor Sentinel, "I need your valve-" He cranes his neck in a poor attempt to lick at you once again but whines when you pull away from him entirely.

"I can't believe you, Sentinel. You can hardly wait five minutes? How disappointing." You lean closer, "But I won't say no. I hope your spike can perform better than that tongue of yours."

You slide back down his frame, smiling at Sentinel's soft, frustrative growls. You straddle him again, his spike standing tall between your thighs. It only reaches past your navel, and a thought occurs as you gaze upon the pretty biolights.

He must have the smallest one on Cybertron; no wonder his ego's so big.

And no wonder he prefers to fuck a human and keep it a secret.

"You're so hard for me, Sentinel, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes. Only you." Sentinel heaves his chest, still worked up from eating you out. He watches tentatively as you line yourself up, the weeping tip of his spike just pressing against the threshold. He arches his back against the restraints as his spike is engulfed in your heat, biting back a sob of relief.

"Good," You press your hips down agonisingly slow, hands pressed against his abdomen for support, "Keep still, or I won't let you finish."

You sink the rest of the way, planting your ass on his pelvis. The unrelenting fullness causes a shaky breath to whistle past your lips, but you suppress a moan. Sentinel whines, already trembling against the ropes. He tries to roll his hips up into you, but a taut squeeze of your walls halts him in his tracks.

"Do you not listen? I said stay still." You growl through your teeth. Rolling your hips forward, you create a rhythm that has Sentinel crying out. He has no control, not with his servos tied behind him, nothing to grab onto as you start to bounce ruthlessly on his throbbing spike. His helm lulls back in pleasure and hopelessness as he's forced inside you again and again.

"Ah- Ah!! Y-Y/n! I'm gonna-" Sentinel mewls, clenching his optics shut, his chest heaving once again on the cusp of an embarrassingly early overload.

You keep bouncing despite your breathing becoming laboured, fueled by the desire to see Sentinel come undone and beg for your mercy, "Yeah? You gonna cum, Sentinel? Show me how much- guh- how much you love human pussy?"

"Y-Yes! Oh, Primus yes-" Sentinel gasps, arching his back struts as you slam down on his spike, "I love it- ohhn- I love your organic valve so much-"

A raw, sinful cry wracks his frame, shuddering as he pumps his transfluids into you. The warm, suspiciously glowing fluid leaks and spurts out, causing a shiver down your spine.

"My oh my, Sentinel, that was fast." You moan softly, slowly circling your hips, "Not only are you pathetic, but you're pathetic and don't last long in bed."

Sentinel whines wearily at the extra stimulation, "Sorry- nghh- I just can't help it- AHhn!-"

You don't let him finish his sentence. Instead, you lift your hips and slam your hips back down, sending transfluids all over his pelvis. You work yourself up to a back-breaking rhythm, determined to keep your promise to make him beg for mercy. You watch in fascination as Sentinel starts to thrash against the restraints, and how he bares his dentae at you, how that disgustingly handsome face belonging to a mech at your mercy begins to contort in overwhelming pleasure.

"F-Fuck, Sentinel-" Double entendre. You keep going, fingers digging into his hip plating to prevent being thrown off. The wet, sloppy noises of metal meeting flesh spark a deep heat within the pits of your stomach.

He keeps thrashing against you as he cries and howls your name, his hips pressing into the berth to try and escape the overstimulation. He tries to form words, but all that leaves him is an incoherent babble of pleads and whines for you to stop. He overloads again, crying and tugging at the restraints, another gush of warmth spilling into you.

"C'mon, Sentinel-" You moan, your thighs trembling from the workout of holding the mech down. Your cunt aches at the prolonged stretch, but you're determined once again to draw one last overload from him. You reach down and start to circle your clit, hoping to breach your orgasm, "G-Gimme one more, and I'll stop."

"P-Primus below-" Sentinel clenches his optics shut as your pussy strangles his spike, his hips stuttering. The tightness of your walls lurches him forward as he shoots another load into you.

"Fuck yes!" You give him a show of your own and arch your back, finally reaching your orgasm. You cry out and clench down, causing more trans fluid to spill out from you. A soft, exhausted whine leaves you once you're left in the afterglow.

What a mess. Layers of sticky trans fluid coat your thighs and Sentinels' pelvis, the dull throbbing of an overworked spike still seated inside you. It's a horrific sight to walk in on if anyone were to, but maybe they should, if only to expose Sentinel for the filthy fleshy fucker he is.

Looking up, you're met with a shamelessly erotic mess of the Prime. His faceplates painted blue, his glossa lulling out of his intake, the heavy heaving of his chest plates—the face of a liar couldn't be more irresistible.

You chuckle to yourself, whipping out a small data pad and snapping a picture.

"How's that for an image, Sentinel?"

[skibidimadness]

Ok i was reading a few transformers x readers, and I thought of something for while...

Transformers x human reader who wants revenge but slowly turning into the person they hate.

Like.

History's repeating itself cliche ass stuff but in a different way like not the same but its leading to smiliar path.

I couldn't help but wanting one human to grow so much anger, their life, their dream, ruined by decepticons ruined by him, megatron(cause why not). But they smile, they wait, they conceal that anger in a jar that can break any minute

Maybe when optimus prime and the others autbots are planning, Reader who has to hear the same thing over and over, how to stop megatron, how to save, how. how! HOW!? Kill him. that's how why cant they? How many times do we have to be here? To listen to this plan that can never finish the job?

They began to lose it, telling them how, but the other human(idk what to name them), tries to convince them that, we need a plan, the rageful one then begans to say "oh another plan that never gonna finsih, what an amazing idea [calm human name]" which the calm one human says "Dont you want to stop him?"

"NO I WANT TO KILL HIM!!!"

optimus prime just freezes, like deja vu just slapped him across the face, all the cybertronians turn to look like shock, their human who they thought, believe was always optimistic is letting out such anger.

Optimus prime just hears them and slowly they voices changes to him, its different but it all sounds the same to him.

"I WANT TO PUT MEGATRON IN CHAINS,ON HIS KNEES SO THAT EVERYONE SEE HIM FOR THE FALSE LEADER THAT HE IS!"

"I WANT TO PUT SENTINEL IN CHAINS AND MARCH HIM THROUGH THE MINES, EVERYONE CAN SEE HIM FOR THE FALSE PRIME THAT HE IS!"

"I WANT HIM TO SUFFER AND DIE IN DARKNESS!"

-

I like I've only seen few transformers movies and episodes, but not one human had wanted revenge, maybe there was one just haven't seen it yet. But I really want a human to lose it, a human who can no longer believe in autobots cause no matter what its gonna repeat over and over again, and decepticons just keep getting a way.

So what do yall think good idea

(Idk what tags to use on transformers fandom so I tried)

[inferno-0]

⌞ GAMES | Transformers x Human!Reader | ⌝

╰┈➤ Characters: Bayverse (Optimus Prime, Ironhide, Sideswipe, Megatron)

Transformers Prime (Soundwave)

Playing Minecraft with Cybetrons.

(What did I come up with?)

Sorry for the English

OPTIMUS PRIME

* I don't think Optimus will agree to such classes, but your plea will most likely do the opposite.

* Optimus has an interest in human technology and creation, especially those in which you relax and just do something virtually.

* Prime in this game will be the same peaceful assistant.

* Often kills enemy mobs that surround you. His desire to protect you sometimes makes you laugh and decay when he lectures you not to leave your house.

*He didn't know that there were enemy mobs in this game, so he accidentally brought him to your house.

* Feels damn guilty when he couldn't save you, even though you just fell into the lava due to your own clumsiness.

*Never killed civilians. He has a soft spot for them, even though they're not real players.

IRONHIDE

* This thug can only be dragged into such games on a weak or not weak basis. Nothing else.

* The most aggressive of all players. He sought to destroy every game around him and you.

* Disappointed when I found out that there are no firearms in this game. He was always sulking, picking up another sword. Although sometimes he picked up the excitement for this.

* Always follows you. Under the pretext, "you can't do it alone"

* Constantly in mourning when he is killed. He considers it unfair, persuading them that with a gun they would all go into decontamination. The most important enemy is the Golem

* Takes great pride in you when you kill an enemy mob.

* Your laughter affects the CPU during the next fall into the lava.

* You didn't tell him anything about dynamite.

SIDESWIPE

* It is a pleasure to play with him. He can say anything and hits the mark, feeding on your laughter.

* Loves boating, although it's more like a merry-go-round in the middle of a pond.

* Taunt your next death and the collection of your own inventory.

* Always stays in creative mode. He never lets you calmly leave the house, spamming mobs near your own door.

* He also calculated the correct settings for pranks, as well as mods that you did not know about.

* Always comes up with some crazy trick.

* You told him about the elytra, but you were silent about the methods of flight and just watched him fall off the cliff and shout into the speaker.

MEGATRON

* Make him play this pathetic creation? Good, he's all for it. But only for your sake.

* He is terrible in games. But more or less calm. Although its harshness is manifested there as well.

He killed everything.

* Even you, but it was accidental, you just defended your kitten so desperately that you had to set yourself up.

* I panicked when I saw your inscription of death and your suspicious silence.

* He was the first to reach into the inventory, memorizing each item and what it was for. Now any village that falls under its optics is no longer intended for life.

* Tried to smash his phone when he was killed by a witch.

* Too good at building. He created a huge center similar to a cybertron. Thinks your box is pathetic and blows it up every time you go there.

SOUNDWAVE

* I have already analyzed and scanned the entire game and immediately turned on the creative mode.

* Always hack something and install some unknown mod for you.

* Helps you build your home by improving it.

* Hates the villagers. You've built a cabin near their village and decided to explore it a bit while Soundwave kicked them out with a stick. There was a case when he fought back with a flint and set everything on fire.

* He created an army of cats and made them his minicons.

* Likes to climb caves. He finds them attractive and gloomy. I wanted to build a house there. But after being attacked by a bunch of mobs, he no longer climbs there.