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ratchet x human x ironhide by ratbat on rule 34

Comfort- Ratchet x Reader

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TW/Bad relationships, self harm mention, self deprecating thoughts, suicidal thoughts mention, ED mention

It was another day of the same. The numbing exhaustion of the arguments and the venting filling my chest and head, rendering my face emotionless and hands sore from the excess of texts leaving my phone. Reading each message from my significant other driving me deeper into the dark hole I was in.

No matter what I said would soothe them, every offer shot down and argued against whilst complaining that there was nothing that could be done. It made my blood boil and stomach feel cold as I stared blankly at the messages, finally setting the phone down as I hold my head in my hands and softly sigh. Tears welling in my eyes but being choked back nearly immediately as I grabbed the phone again and typed out another message.

This had been going on for hours, the back and forth between an inconsolable lover and an exhausted one. Nothing I said seeming to help but still I push on, feeling sick to my stomach as they mentioned their self image. Now venting about the weight they have, and how they see themselves. I slid a hand down to my stomach and stare, jolting at the sound of a clearing throat.

“Yep-ep-ep, Stop that,” scolded the red-orange and white mech hunched over the desk beside me. His optics narrowed as he traces over my form and scoffs. “I never understood why humans feel the need to look at themselves like that,” he continued, rolling his optics before focusing back on his work.

I stayed silent, returning back to the phone and staring at the messages with a slightly twitching lip. The mech sighs again and leans against the railing, staring down at me with a raised optic ridge and poking me with the tip of his digit. An expectant look crossing his faceplates as he huffs and tilts his helm, a clear display of his annoyance.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, hands shaking as I pressed for my phone to sleep a moment and adjusted to meet his gaze. Brilliant optics studying my blank stare as he ex-vents in annoyance and scoops me up off the couch, ignoring my cry of confusion as he pads down the hall of the base to his room. Sitting down on the berth and cupping his servos to give me a steady place to stand, his optics narrowed but voice sweet.

“Now, what is this about? You’ve been sighing and moping on the couch all day,” he said, optics holding nothing but concern as he strokes my back with his digit. The action provoking a small flare in my chest, almost bringing forward a positive emotion but not quite.

“It’s not that big of a deal, doc,” I merely shrugged and sat down in his servos. My expression blank as I stare at him, ignoring the pang through my heart as his face contorts to one of anger that he quickly quells.

“It’s them, isn’t it? Your significant other? You always get like this when they’re involved,” he huffed, judging my reaction. My shoulders slump and tears bubble up in my eyes at the mention, lip quivering at a ping from my phone. Ratchet quickly takes notice and nudges the device off his servo with his pinkie digit, hitting the floor with a quiet shattering noise as he cocks his helm.

“Oops,” he said, a hint of playfulness in his optics that has me gasping, peeking over his servo nervously, clinging to his thumb for support.

“Ratchet!” I cry, eyes wide and jaw dropped as I stare at the remains of my phone on the floor. His pede gently pushing it out of view as he stares down at me expectantly. I knew what he wanted, but I simply didn’t know if I should bother him with it or not. My head beginning to reel through the possibilities that I’m bothering him or that he’s not going to care. The idea that he has it worse flashing through my head, causing me to shut my mouth and go silent again.

He quietly hums and brings me closer to his chassis, stroking the top of my head with a digit as he leans back on the berth and rests me against his chassis. My eyes widening at the warmth of the metal as I snuggle in and look up to see a small smile crossing his features. His spark whirring loud enough to hear from this spot as well as his cooling fans kicking on.

“There, that’s better right?” He whispered, voice uncharacteristically soft as he covers my form with his servo. The protective action causing a small flare in my chest as I manage a tiny smile, staring at his optics as the feeling of fear that was surrounding me begins to fade. It’s not quite gone, but low enough for my shoulders to slump and my heart rate to slow.

My expression softens as I listen to his spark, tears slipping down my cheeks once I rest my head against the warm metal. Hand rubbing the area in front of my face gently while my legs tuck closer to me. A faint sound similar to a purr building in the mechs chassis, softly vibrating the area as he settles into the berth with a smile. His servo lovingly rubbing my back as he studies my face and relaxes, optics dimming once he’s comfortable.

“I’m proud of you. So very proud,” he whispers, optics twinkling as I begin to drift off in his hold. Sleep taking me while he rubs my back more, his purring growing louder and expression turning to one of adoration only rivaled by the face he makes for Optimus.

“So very important to me. You’ve come so far, now. You haven’t given up, and you won’t. I’m right here. Right here,” he mumbles, voice dropping slowly as he settles in a bit more. Optics flickering offline before he drifts off into recharge as well, servo cupped securely over my form and spark whirring.

The spark whirring just for me to hear.

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It’s been a rough few days for me, and I’m no experienced writer. But I needed comfort and thought that maybe others might find comfort in it too.

Happy Birthday, Little Spark

I will Preface this by saying this is NOT by best work and the tenses are everywhere, but I wrote it in a time where I needed the comfort. Call it weird all you like, but it helped me. Yes I do have other works coming, I just needed to write this. I hope it helps someone as much as it helped me.

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A groan rips from my throat as I flop down on the couch, hands covering my face as I curl up into a ball and drop my phone to the floor with a thud. My shoulders tensed and chest heaving as I hiccup, wiping my face of tears unshed as I stare at the ceiling. Today was just awful, I thought, sniffling and sitting up with a low growl of frustration as I drag my hands down my face. Eyes closing as I begin to think about the day. First I had woken up in pain, however usual it was, it still was exhausting. Secondly, I had forgotten to eat, by extension forgetting to take my medicines. Thirdly, someone and I had gotten into a fight over nothing truly important. Finally, my entire family had brushed off my incoming birthday. My 19th, to be exact. It was coming up in a few days and they had made the choice to celebrate my Great Grandfather’s, his a day before mine, and not my own despite being mere hours apart, not even a true day. Maybe I wasn’t worth celebrating, I bitterly thought, tears beginning to fill my vision once again.

My train of thought halts in its tracks as my phone lights up with a text, the ding filling the silence as I shock myself out of whatever depression induced stupor I entered. Leaning down to pick it up with a hum as I stare at it for a moment before opening it and flinching. A message from Optimus, of all people, being what comes into view.

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Oppy: I am outside.

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I freeze, eyes widening as I stare at the message. Before I am able to respond, however, another message popping up soon after the last.

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Oppy: I am sorry for not being able to pick you up earlier, patrol took a little too long. The children are already at the base waiting. Are you ready?

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I sigh, grabbing my pre-packed bag and pulling my shoes back on while shooting a quick message back to let him know I was on my way. Pulling on my hoodie as I pull the door open and peek out, eyes widening at the sight of the Prime idling in front of my house, urging me forward as I pad out and hop into the opened door, settling into his seat with a soft grunt. He closes the door behind me and loops the seatbelt around my form carefully as he rumbles.

“How are you feeling, little one? Are you okay?” he asked, pulling out onto the road as the cab begins to cool down. His voice causing me to melt into the seat with a half smile as I stroke the seatbelt idly. I tilt my head at the realization that he could tell I was upset almost moments after seeing me. Another perk of being an observant leader, I suppose.

“I’m okay, Optimus, I promise. It’s just been a really long day today, you know?” I replied, tilting my head and humming softly. My hands resting on the steering wheel and tracing the autobot symbol in the center. The entire cab beginning to vibrate with what seemed to be a purr caused by the action I had done. I smiled at the sound, visibly relaxing as I chuckle and study his interior, eyes falling on the bed in the back with a few of my personal plushies and blankets neatly placed on the bed. My face heats up at the sight as I squeeze the seatbelt closer to my chest, forcing the incoming tears to go away while not noticing the rearview mirror shifting to look at me. Optimus sighs and continues to drive quietly, soon arriving at the base and slowing to a stop inside as he pops open the door and releases the seatbelt.

I hop out as he begins to transform, immediately scooping me up in a warm servo and bringing me to his chassis with a hum. My eyes lighting up a bit at the sight of ratchet working quietly at his station, only to look up at me with the faintest quirk of a smile on his faceplates. I give a shy wave before tensing at the loud yell of ‘hey!’ from Miko, Raf and Jack both standing behind her with a soft smile. Optimus sets me down carefully before striding off to talk to Ratchet and the rest of the team. The three kids rushing up to me, Raf’s arms wrapping about my hips as he buries his face in my stomach. Jack’s hand resting on my shoulder as Miko practically vibrates with excitement, nearly tackling me down in an embrace once Raf pulls away. I chuckle softly and pet her hair as I gently push her back and smile at the kids with a purr of contentment.

“Yes yes, it’s nice to see you all too,” I say with a chuckle, ruffling Raf’s hair as I glance between the three with a quiet hum. Looking around and tilting my head as I cross my arms. “Where is Starscream?” I ask quietly, glancing down at the kids with a raised brow. All three of the kids shrugging as I choose to instead look at the bots huddled in the corner talking, Optimus’ optics lighting up as he tilts his head and chuckles softly.

“He will be here soon, little one. He simply is picking something up for us,” he said quietly, nodding his helm as he turns to rejoin the conversation. Something in my chest going cold as I reluctantly look away from him and back to the kids, forcing a smile as I sigh and lean against the railings. Raf’s hand resting on my arm as he looks up and adjusts his glasses with a soft smile, leaning closer as Jack pats my back.

“Hey, don’t worry! Bossbot is just busy getting things set up for this weekend,” Jack states, rubbing my shoulder fondly as he flashes a smile and looks at my confused expression. “What, they didn’t tell you?” he continues, tilting his head with a sigh as he glances at Miko. The young girl rolling her eyes as she grabs my wrist and jerks me towards her excitedly beaming as she purrs and bounces a little.

“Come on!” she squeaks, “I wanna give you something!” I reluctantly comply, allowing her to drag me to the couch set up with blankets and pillows brought from each human’s home as well as a few small boxes scattered around. Miko’s eyes lighting up as she shoves me playfully onto the couch and flops down beside me, the boys following soon after as she drops one of the boxes in my lap. “You get to open one today, then one tomorrow and THEN the rest on Sunday!” she shouted, throwing her arms up above her head with a grin to express her glee.

I stare at her blankly, raising a brow as I take a deep breath and try to keep my speech even, playing dumb. “And why are you giving me gifts? Its not a holiday, Miko,” I said lazily, eyes dull and shoulders slumped as I watch her deflate and look at Raf and Jack for help.

Raf speaks up first, adjusting his glasses once again as he tilts his head and looks at me with nothing but concern. “Its your birthday on Sunday, right?” he asked, voice wavering a moment as he gains a rather embarrassed look to his face. Damn this kid for making me feel something, I grumbled internally, sighing as I drag my hand down my face and shake my head.

“No, it is my birthday, Raf. I just don’t really celebrate it. It isn’t important,” my voice begins to soften near the end, tears filling my eyes as I stare at the boy who returns my gaze with a bit lip and a hand resting on my knee.

Jack and Miko go to speak before tensing as Optimus’ voice rumbles through the base, his servo coming down beside the couch waiting for me to hop on. “I may borrow this one, if you do not mind. I need to speak with them,” he says, voice soft as he gives them a gentle nod. The kids seeming to understand as I move to sit in Optimus’ servo carefully, staring up at him in confusion as he begins to take me towards the freight elevator, standing on it as it begins to move upwards, protectively holding me to his chassis as we begin our silent ascent to the roof of the silo. I cant bear to look at him as I bring my knees to my chest, head resting on them as I bite my lip. Optimus’ optics flit down to me before the sky comes into view, his servo adjusting to rest me just carefully on the more sturdy part of his chassis. I stay quiet as he steps off the elevator and opens his servos up so I can properly stand.

“Look at me,” he rumbles, using his pinkie to tilt my head up to look at him, my face a soft pink as tears slip down my cheeks. He softly sighs and shakes his helm, a quirk forming at the edge of his dermas as I squeak, another pair of servos grabbing me and holding me close to a smooth and cool chassis, a pair of red optics staring down at me with a little smirk. I softly exhale a squeak as I reach to wrap my arms about one of the smooth yet sharp digits holding me, eyes lighting up a bit as I smile weakly at him, earning a small smile in return from the silver mech.

“Hello, little seeker,” he purrs, using one of his digits to stroke the top of my head as he looks over at Optimus, now joined by Ratchet and both watching us with amusement dancing in their optics. My ears perk up as I look up at Starscream and sit properly in his hold, the distraction allowing the tears to stop as he moves to sit down on the edge of the drop down, soon joined by the two other mechs on either side of us. Ratchet’s servo lifting to stroke my cheek with the very tip of his digit, a soft smile forming as he tilts his helm and watches my face.

“You do realize how important your birthday is to us, yes?” he asked, his digit moving to instead rub my back as he glances at Optimus, the largest mech nodding in agreement as he softly smiles as well.

“Indeed it is, it is one more year you are with us. You are important to us, I hope you know. We care about you, we cherish you, little spark. That will never change and you know this as well as I,” he said, optics twinkling as the horizon begins to turn a warm orange and pink, amplifying the glow of his and the others’ optics in the low light. “You see,” he continues, “You are like these stars you see. Yes, we see them every single night, yet we cherish them and always look forward to them emerging. You are our star that we are eager to see every single day.”

I fall silent again, staring up at him with a shaky smile as I sniffle and wipe my face, hiccuping and looking at all three of them, Ratchet speaking up next with a soft hum.

“And, just like stars, you age. While we age differently, we understand that organics age faster. Nineteen is a big year, a sign that despite it all you made it through. You survived and made it through nineteen years of your life. It is a big achievement even if you don’t believe it is,” as he spoke, he began to gesture out to the stars with a smile, passion clear as his voice raised ever so slightly with each word.

Starscream nods, his optics brightening as he lifts me up and puffs out his chassis. “You are nineteen now, an adult, and a powerful one at that. You’ve fought battles that some of us mechs could never DREAM of fighting. You’re a leader, a fighter, a warrior. You’re one of the strongest organics I have ever met and you aren’t even near a quarter of my age, little one!” he exclaimed, wings lifting and fluttering as he looks down at me and smiles. His optics vibrantly glowing in the now darkness of the evening as he lifts me up a bit more where I am level with the three sets of optics staring at me with nothing but warm and fulfilling pride.

After a few moments I sink down into a sitting position on Starscream’s servo, lip quivering as I curl up slightly and choke back a sob. Optimus’ optics widening but he rubs my back with a digit soothingly, his expression urging me to let it out as Ratchet and Starscream give similar expressions my way. At the final touch on my back, the dam breaks. Sobs racking my chest as I bend over and clutch my arms with a death grip. Shoulders shaking harshly and breathing practically impossible with each sob taking up half an intake of breath. The burning feeling in my throat making me feel like I might vomit just making me cry harder. Ratchet’s voice is heard but I can’t understand it through the blood rushing in my ears, making me begin to hyperventilate as I desperately attempt to refocus myself to listen.

Not too long after I begin to calm down, I hear Optimus’ familiar rumble beginning to ground me as I look up at him with an absolutely pitiful expression. My eyes bloodshot and blurry as more tears keep coming, his digit lifting to swipe ever so carefully across my cheeks, wiping the tears away with the most sad smile.

“I know, little spark, I know,” he mumbles, taking me from Starscream to lovingly cradle me to his faceplates. My form snuggled up against the seam where his mask snaps out from, the cool metal shocking me a little further into being aware as I look up to him with a soft whimper. Ratchet and Starscream moving closer to both relax against the Prime themselves, Starscream resting his helm on the bigger mech’s shoulder while ratchet settles against his chassis, both bots relaxing as Optimus begins to hum softly. The warm rumble filling the quiet air as Ratchet softly hums along, a little scratchy and quiet, but comforting nonetheless. All three mechs staring out at the stars as I begin to settle in and do the same, a soft smile forming as I point out at a string of stars.

“That one there? That’s my favorite, wanna know why?” I asked, eyes lighting up as Optimus nods, my finger tracing the line as I chuckle fondly. “That one there is called Orion, it’s my favorite and always has been. Even before I met you,” I say, looking up at the mech whos faceplates heat up at the admission, Starscream and Ratchet chuckling in amusement at his reaction as I rest a hand on his nose.

“It seems that you have met your match, Prime,” Starscream purred, optics twinkling as he settles in a little more and hums. “It’s not just anyone who can make you blush,” he teased, wings fluttering in amusement as he looked back out at the stars. The four of us falling into a comfortable silence as the moon rises slowly. Peace seeming to radiate from Optimus, infecting the rest of us as we begin to ever so slightly nod off, Starscream’s optics offline and venting even as Ratchet follows close behind, my own eyes closing as I press my face closer and begin to drift off. Optimus’ optics dimming as he settles into the small pile of bots and finally settles in as well, not quite in recharge with his audials tuned to listen for danger, fully prepared to defend his bots and his human no matter what it takes.

“Happy birthday, little spark,” He whispers to my sleeping form, taking note of the little smile that crossed my features in my sleep, his spark whirring a little louder as he leans back a bit and brushes some hair from my face, swearing to himself that tomorrow will be a better day, even if he has to make it that way himself.

Only one movie can make me re-open requests for a fandom I haven't written for in two years on here. Anyways, I only do TFP and TFOne for now.

Transformers masterlist

Request away!

Hi!! I've been binge watching TFP, as I've recently just stumbled across it. And already wishing I've seen this show eariler!

May I request TFP Ratchet realizing he's fallen in love with a F/human ally? Honestly just love 'grumpy, gruff hero falls for sweet, caring love interest. But denies it at first till something happens' trope. Can be fluff/smutt. Anything you're comfy with 😊

Thanks and feel free to ignore, if your inbox is full.

Oh my God I literally love Ratchet so much, thank you for this. Finish the show and then watch the movie! I was lucky enough to watch it when it was coming out - I loved it as a kid and I love it now as an adult.

Content: TFP Ratchet x Fem! Hum! Reader

Warnings: None!

Notes: I wrote for Ratchet a lot on my old Wattpad account, or at least what I can remember of it. If anybody wants to see my cringy old writing, my username on there is the same here, Multifandoms27. I also have a four-part TFP Megatron series if anybody's interested. Also I apologize if this is shit - this is my first time writing for Ratchet in literal years so uh, hope you enjoy lol

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Ratchet usually didn't bother with the whole romance thing. He was too old for that. Even when you came into the picture, he didn't pay much attention to you. He thought humans were weak links - something that didn't belong in his world.

But through your own effort to get to know him, he slowly warmed up to you. He thought you were one of a kind - smart, funny, understood him in almost every capacity...he loved you. But he would never admit it, not even to himself.

You had been nothing but nice to him, even in the beginning when all he did was snap at you. Thats what softened him, made him draw closer to you. How could something so tiny be so kind to something so...large?

And then, when the children came and he had to grow accustomed to them, then to June and Fowler, he had realized that you had made him so accustomed to humans and made him believe he could finally...no. No, he did not love you.

...At least, that's what he told himself. Until you got hurt.

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Optimus had walked through the groundbridge, his servo raised and, for once, a solemn face. One of their own had been hurt, and Ratchet feared Miko finally had gotten hurt from chasing after Bulkhead. But, when Optimus showed him his servo, his spark nearly extinguished.

"(Y/n)! Oh, Primus, no!" He carefully took your unconscious form in his servos and called for June.

Optimus felt responsible for your state, and so he went to lock himself in his berthroom. Ratchet however, tried to assist June anyway he could. But June eventually grew too stressed trying to dress your wounds and assure Ratchet, that she finally snapped on him and told him to get out of the room.

Ratchet went to find Optimus, to ask how you had gotten so hurt. He was angry. He was so livid. How could this have happened to you? To his favorite human?

He knocked gently at first on Optimus' berthroom door. When he got no response, he began to pound on the door. "Optimus, I know you are in there!"

Slowly, the door opened. Optimus stood, staring down at his medic and long time friend. His gaze was quizzical, but he said nothing. Ratchet was even more put off by that. He began to speak. "How did she come to be like that?"

"She must have snuck through the groundbridge when none of us were looking, and-"

"Just tell me how she got this way, Optimus." Ratchet pleaded.

"Megatron was not so kind to her...that is all I'll say, for your sake." Optimus spoke, sadness lacing his tone.

Ratchet grew enraged. "And you couldn't protect her?! Primus, Optimus! You have had more than one chance to defeat Megatron, yet you stand here, sad as an Earth puppy who got kicked, while my (Y/n) is getting torn apart by the most tyrannical Cybertronian in our history! How could you?!"

Optimus sighed and looked off to the side. "Goodnight, Ratchet. We will speak in the morning."

Ratchet protested, but the Prime had already shut himself back in his room. Grumbling, he turned to find all three children staring from around the corner, accompanied by Bumblebee. He grumbled more. "What are you looking at?!"

Bumblebee whirred that you were awake. Ratchet blinked and rushed back into the medbay, where sure enough, you laid there awake and groaning in pain. June looked up and saw Ratchet once more.

"I administered some pain meds just now. She should be okay in about twenty minutes. Her wounds are all dressed." June backed away. "Do you want me to uh..."

"Yes, please." Ratchet waited for June to leave before kneeling next to you. "How are you feeling?"

"...Could be worse." You laughed, then cringed in pain.

"I'm not sure how much worse you could be. I hear you survived Megatron. Well done, sweetspark."

"Sweetspark? That's a new one." You chuckle this time, careful not to create a big pain response like before.

Ratchet blinked in surprise. "D-Did I say that? I meant-"

"It's okay, Ratch." You grinned and placed a hand on his large servo. "I know what you mean."

Ratchet stopped, then slowly and softly smiled down at you. Yes, you always understood him in some capacity...but not every one. You could never pick up on how much he loved you.

Yes, he loved you.

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Here's my Transformers masterlist in case you wanna request something!

Since you enjoy the trope, how about "only one circuit slab" with your choice of bot? :3 you know who my #1 is but go with whoever you think it would be most fun with. (If you want a more specific setup I'd be happy to toss some ideas around with you)

hopefully these are good...i had to go with OUR #1 and a couple other bots :3 although you already know that bc you helped with the silly ideas. did not edit this btw my bad if its all over the place

also human reader!! These turned out way longer than I thought, I think idk how to write headcanons and end up writing short imagines but eh, I was inspired

Post includes -> Swerve, Rodimus, and TFP Ratchet

MTMTE Swerve

A completely normal day on the LL, Swerve had closed down his bar for the day and you had stayed back to talk to him even as the last bot left the place. Being the friendly bot he is, he offered to give you a ride back to your room which you accepted

As you rode down the halls of the ship, Swerve mentioned how he has been looking for a roommate for like, ever, and since his room was big enough for another bot it was surely perfect for you.

You agreed of course and he immediately made plans to show you around his humble abode

Well guess what?

You turned the corner and instead of seeing his room there was a big ass crater in place of it

Your jaws dropped and agreed that he can stay In your room instead...at least until his room is rebuilt. Roommates, right?

Only problem blessing was that you had one bed

After some light arguing of who sleeps where, you both settled that you'll sleep awkwardly next to him where he wouldn't crush you and he would turn the other way. You settled down and stared at the ceiling as you stiffly lay there, wanting to give him his space. He respectfully gave you your space but continued to try to make conversation, although it was a bit awkward since you two weren't facing eachother

Another problem arose, you were on the edge of the bed and weren't use to not being nestled into your blankets, the ship was cold, you started shivering.

"I don't even know if you can hear me right now, I mean its not that muffled right? I can always speak a little clearer or louder but I shouldn't keep you up. Are you tired yet? I don't want to-"

"Swerve? Can you turn around?"

He turned and faced the ceiling while his helm turned towards you, he was about to inquire but was immediately silenced when you started climbing him and put down your pillows and blankets on his chest.

"It's uh, its cold. I could always move if you mind th-"

"No."

He blurted out. You could feel the metal beneath you radiate pure heat, more than usual. It was comforting. You sigh and lay down, cuddling up against your blankets and well, him, the best way you could. You could feel the soft hum of his spark beneath you, it was comforting. You didn't pay attention to the way your face heat up as your eyes fluttered shut

Swerve could only lay there, absolutely frozen. For once he was at a loss for words and he wondered if you could tell his spark felt like shooting out of his chest

He slowly reached out, his servo hovering above you for a second. You said you were cold, right? He hesitantly placed one servo above you, it ever so gently cradled your sleeping form.

You bet with that amount of warmth you got the best sleep of your life

He was NOT able to recharge that night. On one hand, he was keeping you safe and warm. On the other, the massive grin on his face would not go away

Maybe his room should get destroyed more often, or just maybe he can delay the reconstruction of it

MTMTE Rodimus

The LL had gone onto another one of its expeditions and you just so happened to have gotten lost with the most reckless but endearingly dedicated mech

It's been hours since you've been treading along this strange planet and during that time, you found out that the locals are not human-friendly whatsoever

It gets to the point where the two of you have gone way too long without any rest/recharge, Rodimus has sent an emergency signal and hoped that someone from the crew would find you two soon. However it gets apparent you both need to make a stop before you both pass out from exhaustion, especially you

Rodimus insists on transforming into his alt mode and you sleeping there until the morning, but you're equally as stubborn and insist on keeping watch for him.

He only agreed because of how blushy that made him. You, his special human, want to protect him even in these circumstances? Fine, you can sit on his shoulder and keep watch while he settles down to avoid using any more energon

Not even 10 minutes later, he feels your head suddenly rest near his neck-cables.

"Y/N?"

No response except your soft breathing, there's a soft smile on his faceplates knowing that you had fallen asleep.

He carefully takes you from his shoulder and transforms, in a split second you were laying down and peacefully sleeping in his alt-mode.

It may not be a bed/circuit slab but you're the only human he'd let sleep in his alt-mode, expect the seats to be warm when you wake up or his engines to purr if he's driving

Absolute endless teasing back on the LL btw, WILL ask for you to sleep in his alt-mode again or to have some sort of sleepover

TFP Ratchet

This medic is the definition of overworking yourself

Rarely ever he gets to recharge NEAR you and you swore you have never seen him actually recharge without Optimus or you begging him

This specific day wasn't any different, except you kept tossing and turning in your bed. Something was bothering you and you weren't sure what, it just did not let you sleep. No matter how tired you felt, your body would not let you rest.

Cue you going to accompany Ratchet and him being concerned and scolding you as to why you were up at such an hour

You responded with a slow frog blink

"I can't sleep."

He lets you stay with him a while and just hopes you'll fall asleep eventually, it had happened before after all. He puts you on his shoulder and otherwise continues working, fully expecting you to fall asleep in a couple of minutes

30 minutes go by and you're still awake somehow, your half-lidded eyes staring and probably getting fried by the screen. He has a small mental battle with himself before he sighs and decided to...stop working (explodes)

"Will you get some sleep if I...if I stay with you?"

He says it almost reluctantly. But only you know that its a genuine offer. If you weren't so tired you would've leaped up in the air and shouted YES!! But instead you sleepily nodded your head and clung onto him.

He groaned and headed over to his room which was bland besides some belongings, gifts from the kids, and his unused recharge slab.

There he would lay down, expecting to wait for you to sleep and then continue his work. But he didn't expect it to be this relaxing

You laying there with him, near his shoulder armor and neck-cables, softly breathing and huddled against him. It didn't take him long for his exhaustion to finally catch up to him. He blames you for being so...calming and wonderful.

Before he drifts into recharge, he turns his helm towards you so his cheek is still in contact with you. Hes just trying to make you comfortable obviously, no, it's not out of his own enjoyment. Hes just tired, okay?

Speak of it in the morning and suddenly he forgets how to talk and cant get an explanation out without sputtering

hey love! could you do hc’s for tfp! Optimus, Ratchet, and Smokescreen celebrating their human partner graduating highschool? <3

[human!reader post includes: TFP Optimus, Ratchet, and Smokescreen]

arghh hopefully these are good, struggled a bit with these but this was a nice prompt. Finally getting back into writing :3

Optimus Prime

Optimus is literally the sweetest. At first, he doesn't understand what graduation really means but as soon as you explain it he is beyond proud

Doesn't exactly get the cultural significance of graduation on Earth, but congratulates you for your achievements with a lil smile

Primes don't party but for you...yeah maybe he's willing to. Just a little

If no one does it first, he suggests having a little get-together at the base to celebrate (which shocks everyone) It's really important to him that you get recognition for your hard work

balloons and a poster labeled "Happy Graduation (insert year)" with little pictures drawn by the other Autobots

you know what he probably gives you an inspirational speech

After the celebrations, he offered to give you a drive in his alt-mode. The two of you cruised around late afternoon or night, either chatting or enjoying the calm silence. He was curious about what humans do for this event and asked you questions about it, as well as whether or not what he planned was good enough. If you asked, he'd be more than happy to tell stories about his own experiences; it reminded him of the academies back on Cybertron.

In private, he will not stop gushing about how well you did. Very soft very soft

Ratchet

Another one where you kinda have to explain what it means. He's honestly impressed and congratulates you. Recalls when you would come back from your studies exhausted and relieved you no longer have to deal with highschool

Of course brags to the rest of the team. Look at his partner, look at their accomplishments, now!!

Not a fan of big parties either and suggests a small celebration, possibly between the two of you since he's one to value privacy.

He gives you the choice to choose how you'd like to spend your day. He's happy with taking you for a drive, or just settling down somewhere scenic for a bit of relaxation for the rest of the day

wants to surprise you with a small simple gift, asks the trio for advice very discretely (they are going to tease him for the rest of their lives)

He actually cares so much about you and is genuinely proud, good job y/n thumbs up

Smokescreen

ooh this mech is so hyped, immediately wants a big party at the base and will drive you to and from your graduation

if you agree to it, you're definitely having a grand entrance btw. He wants to SHOW YOU OFF!!

He so badly wanted to go up there and just hug you to his chassis, but watching from his alt-mode would suffice. His engine would rev whenever it was your turn and you couldn't help the small smile

The type of person mech that wants fucking,, fireworks, party, music, etc

if that's not your thing, that's fine. Insists on taking you on a drive too and really show off the fact that he's a sports car (do not drive on populated roads, you will get a ticket) You two soon find yourself screaming with laughter as the wind blows through your hair

if you do agree to a party he's going all out, so so so proud

Brings you up to his faceplate with infinite praises

could i have some angsty/comfort-ish headcanons about a gn reader who doesn’t feel like they deserve praise or affection, and tfp ratchet, knockout + breakdown (poly, if that’s okay), and starscream comforting them?

[ human!reader post includes: TFP Ratchet, Knockout+Breakdown, and Starscream

hii thanks for the request. this might be OOC and a little...idk, I'm not that good with emotions so I generally went with some things that might fit them, hopefully

TFP Ratchet

He's not a bot that's usually too affectionate, so when you express the way you're feeling he may think it's because of him. Very much in disbelief though, how can you feel unworthy of something you very much deserve?

Either way, he understands you need support when you have those moments of self-doubt

Really encourages you to talk about it if you want to, despite his gruff attitude on the exterior, with you, he patiently listens and tries to help you see your strengths and accomplishments

I mean come on, you're unlike anyone he's ever met and his favorite human + his significant other!!

Will pause anything he was doing to spend more time with you and give you the support you need. Preferably holding you near his chest, close to his spark or near his face. Generally lets you just curl up next to him

His reassuring isn't super lovey dovey but it's genuine

TFP Knockout + Breakdown

You get showered in compliments as soon as you're feeling down

Knockout is more direct and might scoff, don't be silly darling?? You're wonderful and both Breakdown and I love you,,

Breakdown agrees and gently picks you up to emphasize their point. He says you're stuck with the both of them and he wouldn't have it any other way

I feel like both of their love languages are pretty much physical affection, whether it's smothering you in robot hugs or simply vibing with you on their shoulder. To hear that you think you don't deserve it, they're in disbelief

Knockout is the busier one, constantly repairing bots in the medbay and such. Breakdown gets sent on missions too, however, they both make time out of their day to spend it with you. Not that they didn't, but they pay extra attention to their actions and make sure you're happy and secure. Insists that they'll do this for you ANYTIME!!

if someone on the Nemesis is making you feel this way, Knockout will make sure they don't wake up from their next appointment will keep you a safe distance away from them with the help of Breakdown

TFP Starscream

Not the most empathetic but he definitely gets how you feel. He probably feels the same way tbh. These are the few times where he actually acts sincere, or at least as much as he can

If you bring it up to him, he'll stay quiet and listen. Honestly, he understands how vulnerable this moment can be and will keep his comments to himself

Insists how you've not only earned his respect, but he's literally in love with you and that means so much already (he actually thinks you're great, brave and so kind to him...pls he thinks does not deserve you)

"You.. deserve all the affection I give you. And I'll make sure you get it, whether you think you deserve it or not." (he does that little awkward smile he did with knockout in that one episode idk)

Certainly isn't the most...graceful with his words but can occasionally say something genuinely sweet ^

Depending on how long you've been together, his physical affection may seem a little awkward or either very intimate. He's either barely figuring out how to hold you close or holds you up to his faceplates, servos carefully shielding you from falling somehow.

Personally he knows these things take time to get over so he reminds you that you're loved and appreciated..in his own ways

Also if these emotions/thoughts stem from someone else's faults...the revenge has already been plotted and is currently in progress

Angst Mtmte Headcanons with Rodimus, Swerve, Tarn, Ratchet? Either human or cybertronain s/o works!

Their s/o and them get back from a fight. Everything’s fine and they’re like celebrating. But little do they know their s/o has been hiding a fatal injury 😈

HII THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH YOUR REQUEST! Sorry this took like a month...anyways this was a very fun ask ngl. But also this is an absolute nightmare for Ratchet in like, every single one of them besides Tarn, my bad. Just stop dying, Y/N

[ cybertronian!reader CW: angst, death, near-death, injuries, i think you get it

post includes: Rodimus, Tarn, Swerve, and Ratchet]

(can you tell i like this gif?)

RODIMUS

The enemy was defeated, a couple of injured crew members were rushed to the med bay, but all was good now. The danger has passed. Rodimus bore a look of exhausted but relieved contentment, both of you have emerged unscathed from the ordeal.

Except…you held a servo to your side, your face scrunched up when you tried to walk but brushed it off to your lover that you were sore from the fight. 

"Do you really think it's a good idea to go without a checkup from Ratchet?" Rodimus asked, his face betraying his concern. "We had one hell of a fight back there, and I don't want you getting hurt and putting that stunning frame of yours in danger," he managed to smile, but the worry was still obvious in his expression.

“I’m fine, just a little sore is all. I’ll just disengage my pain receptors and I’ll be a-okay” you forced a smile.

That you did, but it didn’t stop you from feeling other symptoms besides pain

As soon as his attention was turned away from you, you took your energon-stained servo off your side, revealing an open wound. It was small, and should usually bleed slowly, but this time it threatened to be a big deal—it was connected to one of your main fuel lines. You glanced at the bots celebrating around you, some missing due to attending their friends in the med bay after the fight.

Ratchet had better things to focus his efforts on, and you saw others far worse off than yourself. You clung desperately to the tiny hope that you would still be standing when all the others were healed. Feeling suddenly unsteady, you leaned against the wall for support, your vision beginning to blur. Come on, not now! You willed your legs to move forward as you made your way toward Rodimus and the rest of the bots he was addressing. You’ll last a little longer.

By the time Rodimus notices you’re horribly injured, it's already too late. You're in his arms, the spark inside you weak and flickering as a large amount of your energon leaves a trail from his racing form. He desperately rushes you to the medbay, his servos shaking and trembling as he pleads with Ratchet to save your life. His voice grows louder as he begs for a miracle, primus help you

“You have to help her, you have to help her!”

The light has gone out from your optics, your spark hums quietly. When Ratchet takes your vitals, he gives Rodimus a look. And oh, he knows what that look means. 

He’s angry, he’s upset, he rushes to hold you one last time. He should have realized earlier, he should’ve taken you to Ratchet even if you said you were fine. He should’ve. 

SWERVE

It was one of those battles where everyone was needed; you and Swerve had to look out for each other. You two weren't the toughest or biggest fighters on your team but hey, by the end, you two managed to help out in some way.  

Why not host a small celebration at Swerve’s? Most of the crew was already there, having a drink or chatting. You stayed behind to get checked up by Ratchet but promised Swerve you’d join him soon after.

After the full-fledged battle, you felt dizzy and tired, but you figured it was just due to your extreme exhaustion. Little did you know, there was a malfunction in your inner circuits that had been spreading quickly, rapidly shutting down your functions. If you were well enough to think clearly and logically about the situation at hand, perhaps the malfunction would have horrified you more than it did… However, with the malfunction putting an extra load on your thoughts and movements it became very difficult for you to think straight. You must have been hit by something, but you don’t even remember what.

Ratchet asked if you wanted to call Swerve, but you said no. You didn't want to worry him. But then again, your spark panged at the thought of never seeing him again, of never getting to say goodbye. Time was running out and at this point, all you had left was the ability to message him through your communicator.

The minibot rushed as fast as he could to see you, but when he arrived and saw the state you were in, his spark sank. You were hooked up to all these machines that seemed to be the only thing keeping you alive. But at least you were still conscious, thankfully

“Oh, oh…y/n why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve, we could’ve…why?”

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Oh..y/n..” tear coolant(?) comes out of both your optics.

“Nonono wait, can you please hel-” The look on the medic’s face was enough to answer his pleas. There was nothing that could be done anymore. 

“Swerve” you muttered, your servo reaching out. “It’s okay.” 

The minibot grasped your servo tightly, his desperate grip conveying the understanding that this would be the last time he would have the chance to.

TARN

You knew being alongside the DJD was dangerous, hell, you were dangerous. The team of overly Megatron-obsessed mechs surprisingly had each other's back. You were with Tarn, too. You were basically unstoppable. 

So when you felt that shot hit your chassis, and the energon quickly leaking out of your wound, you had no idea what happened. You fell to your knees in front of the deceased Decepticon traitor whom you had just seen fall right before their blast had hit you. You were turned away from your team and their delight as they celebrated his death without any knowledge of what had happened to you. As those behind you laughed and commended each other for their victory

“Did you see how they finished them off? Absolutely cruel.” Your conjunx bragged to the others. His footsteps approached when you didn’t move from your spot. “Y/N?”

Before he had a chance to witness the pool of energon forming in front of you, you quickly whipped your helm around, frantically trying to hide your dizziness by plastering a smile on your face. "Stubborn one, huh? I'll be..I'll be with you in a moment," your words slurred slightly and Tarn took a step closer. “What was that? Are you alright?”

“YES, yes, I’m just… admiring this. You know how I feel about spilled energon”. Your servo tightened on the wound as you pondered if applying enough pressure would speed up the healing process.

Tarn paused for a moment then went to place a servo on your shoulder. “That’s my-” His optics widened when he saw your servo clutched around your wound.

"What happened?" Tarn demanded, dropping to his knees beside you and examining the wound. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to worry you," you replied weakly, trying to hide the pain in your voice. "I thought it was just a graze, but it hurts more than I thought it would."

Tarn's optics softened as he looked at you, his hand moving to gently caress your cheek. "Just a graze…” He scoffed. “You foolish, stubborn bot," he murmured affectionately. "You know I would never forgive myself if something happened to you."

“I’m sorry,” you winced. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks - you were dying and needed medical attention immediately. His spark hurt. Despite it all, he musters up enough courage to pick you up in his arms and take you away to safety, struggling to keep his composure as he does so.

Your optics shut off, and he realized he might need to figure out his last words to you. He clutched his fists. 

RATCHET

He would never forgive himself if a fatal injury went unnoticed, especially if you were his patient. And yet, somehow it happened

Many of the crew members were injured, and few needed urgent medical attention but you knew Ratchet would be busy.

Despite his complaints and grumbling, Ratchet had agreed to scan you as soon as he was done tending to his critically-injured patients.

You had a deep slice way too close to your spark, you were bleeding out. You were able to use a medical patch tucked away in your subspace to temporarily stop the bleeding, but it's like applying a bandage to a bullet wound a little too close to the heart.

You realized you may have fucked up when you started to feel lightheaded and your sensors suddenly weren't working so well. You limped your way to the medbay, but didn't manage to make it. You groaned as the energon seeped from underneath the patch, you slid down the wall just a couple steps away from the entrance. The last thing you saw was a blur exit the medbay and run towards you before your optics powered off.

Ratchet’s optics widened when you were carried into the medbay by a bot he had just finished working on. He took off the patch to reveal the fatal wound, he could only stand there as your spark weakly glowed underneath all your inner systems. 

Why hadn’t you told him? Why didn’t he make sure? He knew your spark was too weak and wouldn’t make it but he still desperately tried to seal any area where energon was flowing from, occasionally cursing at himself when his servos would be too shaky. 

“C'mon, c'mon. Primus, damnit. Don't you dare give up on me now."

He couldn't accept the truth, he held his helm in his servos when your spark completely stopped functioning. 

He agreed to have a drink at Swerve’s with you after everyone was healed, just one. And now that moment would never come. 

Carrying the pet headcannons

IDW Megatron x Reader, IDW Starscream x Reader, IDW Wheeljack x Reader, yeah, I’m not listing them all, but just how each mech handles/carries a human.

Starscream

• Carries you cradled against his chassis, servos curled partially around you. Tucks you inside his canopy if there are any other mechs about to hide you. He’s not exactly ashamed of you, more worried about you getting hurt to spite him. With how many enemies he’s made, he fully expects treachery. When he does allow you to ride on his shoulder, one big hand is always up, not touching you, but ready to grab you. It’s easy enough to tell he’s not the happiest with you perched there despite your insistence on being able to see. His wings stay aggressively up the whole time until you take pity on him to climb into his hand.

Thundercracker

• Doesn’t just grab you and it’s honestly adorable as he kneels and offers a huge hand to try and coax you to him like you might a stray dog. You’re pretty sure in his alien mind, you are a stray dog, but the novelty of not just being grabbed makes that realization more amusing than insulting. And his expression when you do willingly come to him to be picked up is too cute. He’s not above bribing you to him with little odds and ends he finds, including food of dubious origin.

Megatron

• Cages you carefully between his hands like a fragile moth he wants to inspect without hurting. For such a huge mech, he’s shockingly gentle with you. A lot of it is guilt, that dark tide constantly threatening to pull him under. Finds your presence soothing, but because of that same guilt, will pass you off to another caretaker given a chance. Can’t trust himself to not accidentally break you. He feels he definitely shouldn’t be entrusted with fragile things when all he’s good at is destruction. But he does love those quiet moments of contact, deserving of them or not.

Ratchet

• Picks you up to almost absentmindedly move you from getting under ped or if you’re just in his way while he’s working. He’s careful about how he handles you, but uncomfortable with just holding you like a favorite pet. Gets the award for being painfully awkward when he does have to carry you, because he’s sure you don’t enjoy being carried like a sparkling. He’s sure you resent it even if you never say a word. You don’t mind when it’s him picking you up. Those clever hands are so gentle with you and the longer he has to carry you, the more uncomfortable and gruff he gets.

Skywarp

• Absolute menace. Carries you like a toddler with their first kitten. One hand too tight around your middle as you hang upside down, because why carry you right side up when you change colors upside down? The more you struggle and swear, the funnier he finds it. Plus, he’s learning so many new, fun words and phrases to use. Most likely to accidentally, on purpose, drop you.

Whirl

• Not a lot better. He seizes you around the middle with one claw and carries you hanging awkwardly face down, arms and legs dangling and your hair in your face. Sometimes swings his arms, because your miserable groaning and complaints are too funny. Won’t hurt you intentionally despite acting like a jerk. Actually pretty protective of you and by his twisted logic, no one else is allowed to mess with you. Only him.

Wheeljack

• Doesn’t really carry you around unless there are other bots about. Honestly, isn’t sure how you feel about being picked up, but you’re so tiny compared to them and he gets anxious whenever he sees you walking in a hall with other Autobots. It doesn’t matter that he knows you’re in no danger. Those times, he makes a line straight for you, scooping you into his servos for your own safety. Half the time, he scares you silly because you hear running, heavy peds behind you, then you’re being grabbed. He means well and you appreciate how much he worries, but, really, you’re fine. The others see you. No one is going to step on you.

Soundwave

• Has a fondness for small things and even though you’re hardly one of his cassettes, will pick you up place you in his chest compartment if he finds you wandering about unsupervised. Being nabbed and dropped into the dark absolutely terrifies you at first, but you can see a dim glow in front of you and hear the hum of the big mech’s inner workings around you. It’s a surprise to both of you when you manage to fall asleep inside him. That cements it for him, he adopts you.

Bonus: Soundwave’s cassettes

• Frenzy seizes you around the middle under your arms and carries you around like a younger sibling, your toes dragging as you squirm to get away. Rumble would rather grab you by a leg and drag you kicking and protesting behind him just to see how long he can get away with it before Soundwave intervenes. As protective as the huge mech is, he’s surprisingly tolerant of his cassette’s mischief. You’re not being physically hurt? He’s allowing it. Cassetticons squabble- it’s how you set your boundaries. More than once, Lazerbeak has dive-bombed you, claws snagging the back of your shirt so he can lift you a foot or so up off the ground, because your terrified yelp sliding into angry swearing is too funny to him. May have dropped you once when your shirt just tears in his claws. Ravage prefers to nudge you along in the direction he wants you to go, but isn’t above carefully gripping your arm in his jaws to firmly tug you along if you’re resisting. Oddly enough, you grow resigned to your “older siblings” fast enough. You don’t really have a choice.

Ratchet x GN reader

Reader has sensory issues and can't sleep, so the reader goes to Ratchet instead.

It was 1 in the morning and you couldn't seem to get any rest. You were uncomfortably warm, your hair kept disgustingly touching your face, and the sheets were just... wrong. Too many feelings and too many things touching you all at once. It was too much.

You threw the sheets off of you angrily and sat up. You wanted to scream- but somehow you managed to refrain. Sighing, you got out of bed and headed towards Ratchet's room.

As you entered, Ratchet took notice of you and looked up from whatever he had been working on. "(y/n)? It's the middle of the night. Shouldn't you be sleeping?" He asked. "I tried," you snapped. You hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but it was difficult when frustration, discomfort, and exhaustion took over.

Immediately, Ratchet understood what was wrong. You often came to him when you were overwhelmed, and this time was no different. Setting down his tools, he made his way over to you. "The usual?" Ratchet asked.

You nodded. Ratchet reached his servo down to you, and you hopped on. He set you down on his desk and gently started combing your hair, wetting it with cool water and slicking it back to keep it out of your face.

Once he was done, you climbed back onto his servo. His metal was smooth and cool to the touch, the feeling of it being almost therapeutic. Your exhaustion finally caught up to you as you yawned and laid down in Ratchet's palm.

Ratchet sighed, looking down at you. "Well," he muttered to himself, "I guess a break wouldn't hurt." Dimming the room's lights, he sat down. With you safe in his servo, he leaned back comfortably in his chair and fell into recharge.

(Wrote this at 4-5 am bc I can't sleep due to sensory issues- please excuse any mistakes lol I'm not gonna check this before I post it)

Bayverse Optimus, ratchet, Ironhide, and jazz reaction to older sibling of Sam accidentally spotting them when they were hiding from his parents and they go,

"...I know damn well sam's behind this and I'm going with him, would that be alright with you? By the way im (Name), what's your name? :))"

They're somehow calm and it's mostly cause they know that their little brother has the tendency to be stuck in... Strange situations. But they won't lie that they felt shocked when they saw stories tall robots at their backyard, but hey they look nice

this ended up being just a generally non-scared sibling of Sam's meeting the bots, hope thats okay. thanks for the request :)

Warnings: SFW, swearing (only Jazz's part), GN human reader

Optimus:

After initial vague hushing motions, you get the whole ‘autonomous mechanical lifeforms’ speech. As this… Optimus Prime, he says, gives you the speech, he’s kneeled before you, optics bright. You assume he’s crouched like that to lessen the height difference, but it’s making it very hard not to feel embarrassed. 

“What your brother is currently searching for is crucial to our mission on planet Earth, and your cooperation would be greatly appreciated.” The reverberating echo commands your attention, no matter how much you want to be anywhere but under his scrutinizing gaze.

The less ruly part of you urges you to say, ‘whatever you want, you unfortunately attractive robo-alien’ but you settle on, “Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.” He smiles at your response, and you think your heart just fluttered.

The shorter gunmetal gray one scoffs, “You could hurry up your littermate.”

Optimus leans back just enough to shoot a glare and speak low in threat, “Ironhide…”

Ratchet:

“I don’t really know what my brother has gotten himself into, but I’d like to keep an eye on him. I’m sure you understand?” You really hope his facade as an emergency vehicle isn’t just a facade. 

“I understand better than any bucket of bolts here,” the medic's voice is gruff as he pats off some imaginary dust from his forearm. One of the other aliens offers a nasty look at being referred to in such a way but says nothing, turning back to their leader. You sigh in relief, crouching on the torn lawn. Rubbing your temples, you wonder what terrible thing your brother must have done to incur this… situation. 

Before you can mourn not keeping a tighter leash, Ratchet’s face is suddenly much closer than comfortable. You fall back, only your nails digging into the cool dirt keeping you sitting upright. The glow of his optics covers your body in a soft light, as he… sniffs?

“Your levels of cortisol are surprisingly low compared to previous native encounters.” 

Ironhide:

“Ironhide, please stop exhibiting your arms to the human.” The weapons specialist groans at the almost parent-like scolding from his leader, his cannons disappearing under a kaleidoscope of moving parts and back into his arms. 

“Just showin’ off, Prime,” Ironhide chuckles at the semi truck’s scorn, but his optics never leave your face. 

“Hey, would you stop trying to seduce them? It’s getting really freaky.” Sam’s voice raises in pitch and tempo in that particular way that tells you he’s beyond stressed. Though any threat from him with a chihuahua in his arms is pretty pathetic, it’s especially pitiful when aimed at a 20-foot-tall robot.

“I don’t thin-”

“So what if I was fleshy? Gonna stop me? You and what guns?” Oh, okay. Ironhide speaks amicably as he playfully leans towards Sam, who flinches back. You can do nothing but watch with your eyes and mouth wide open. 

“Optimus please get your boy away from my family, or you’re not getting those glasses.” 

Jazz: 

“No! Do not get in that car!” The squeal of your brother’s voice doesn’t hinder your motions in the slightest. You are 100% getting in that car, even if that car was just a giant alien a few moments ago. 

“I’ll- Disown you, or something!” He’s shouting from his window, completely disregarding the supposed alien leader’s attempts to shush him. 

“Yeah, sure, just make sure you do the dishes before you go to bed.” It’s not your fault you’ve always thought Pontiacs were sweet, and certainly not your fault if you choose to indulge every once in a while. Rationally, you have very little to worry about, you reason. If this alien wanted to kill you, he could have before showing you he can breakdance better than anyone you’ve ever seen besides being almost two stories tall.

“Don’t listen to his punk ass, ride with me.” And he bullies your brother? You have a strong feeling you’ll get along with Jazz.

I'd like to write a third part to my TF nsfw headcanons series, but I'm so conflicted on who to write for next</3

TF NSFW Headcanons #3 - Ratchet

warnings: sub/bottom Ratchet + oral fixation + praise + dumbification + face sitting + body worship kink + manhandling + Ratchet is literally my wife + the love of my life right here<;33

a/n: ratchet's design when he came back from saving his boyfriend>>>

-> Frame Ratchet has a frame that attracted all sorts of mechs during his academy days. He's a boxy frame, a bit short but none the less attractive. He has a wide and heavy chassis and a wide midsection. His hips are wide and load-bearing, with thick powerful thighs to support them. I know I was praising Optimus' thighs in the last one but 100% Ratchet beats him in that department. He has a warmer frame than most mechs. Ratchet's berth partners love to push their helms onto his chassis, his midsection, his warm embrace, or his big thighs. They nuzzle into his frame while listening to his half-hearted grumbles, admiring the flush on the medic's face.

Ratchet's array seems to be average at first sight but don't let looks deceive you. Most of his berth partners get fooled by his standard valve, dark, plump lips with a pretty red node. But the moment someone slips their spike into Ratchet's valve, they had better prepared themselves or they might overload on the spot. Ratchet's valve clamps down like a vice once his partner bottoms out. His extra warm frame makes his valve run hot like lava, but it's only so much more pleasurable for the one spiking his. His greedy valve sucks in his partner's spike, unwilling to let go. While Ratchet moans lowly, his partner will be biting their own glossa trying to control themselves and to not start bucking into him like a wild mechanimal.

-> Oral Fixation Ratchet likes to suck things. Like, a lot. Something that will always get him in the mood is his partner rubbing a digit against his lip, and pushing into his intake slowly, slowly adding more as they watch Ratchet drool all over them. His optics glaze over, a fuzzy feeling filling up his processor. He's easily brought into a deep subspace as he noisily sucks on his partner's digits. The charming wrinkles on his faceplate soften as his body fully relaxes and leaves himself in his partner's care. While his glossa sloppily swirls around his partner's digits, his panel had since been retracted and his neglected valve is dripping wet. He's too far gone to even give his soaking pussy any attention.

-> Praise/Body Worship Ratchet would rather die than admit it, but he absolutely loves being praised and showered with affection. He may act annoyed when his partner sits him in their lap and begins caressing his body, but he can never keep up the act. Ratchet can't help but whimper as his partner's servos roam his chassis while the intake his on his throat cables leaving small dents on them, all the while they're murmuring sweet nothings into his audials. It's almost therapeutic for Ratchet. It just makes him feel so loved to have his partner run their servos all over his frame, dipping their digits into seams and pulling on bundles of wire that has his thighs trembling. Ratchet lets out small whines as his partner leaves sloppy kisses along his jaw, only for his noises to be swallowed up when his partner closes the distance between their faceplates. He just can't help but hope for the moment to never end.

-> Face-sitting With enough pestering, Ratchet will grant his partner's wish for him to sit on their face. He grumbles about how he's too old for this and how he's too heavy until his partner grabs him by the hips and pulls him to their intake. Ratchet whimpers as his valve is thoroughly eaten out, the mech underneath him lapping up all his juices. Ratchet's big thighs instinctively clamp down on his partner's helm, an embarrassing yelp leaving him. Yeah, maybe he slightly crushed the helm of the mech under him, but his partners know the risks. Anything is worth it to get a taste of Ratchet's valve. His partner will thrust their glossa into Ratchet's quivering hole and Ratchet will only be able to moan as his pussy is being ravaged, unable to tear himself away from the onslaught of pleasure he's receiving. He'll grind his hips into the intake he's riding, until he feels that familiar heat in his lower regions bloom. Even when Ratchet overloads with a loud cry, his partners stay glued to his pussy, lapping up all the juices from his valve. He'll protest weakly but will end up finding himself rocking his hips again, hoping to get another overload from the skilled glossa under him.

-> Dumbification This poor mech is so stressed out. During the war, he had to treat hundreds of thousands of mechs with gruesome injuries, and even after everything is "over", he just can't catch a break!. It's why one of Ratchet's favorite things for his partner to do is to fuck him dumb. It doesn't matter how his partner does it, with a false spike, a vibrator, he doesn't care. He just wants to be pounded so hard and deep, grinding on the ceiling of his valve and watching a slight bulge form, manhandling him into all sorts of positions and keep fucking him so stupid that he can't even create a coherent thought, let alone speak out loud. All that's filling Ratchet's processor is lust as he feels that wonderful spike just keeps slamming into his wrecked pussy until they overload in him once again, the transfluid in his hole barely having enough space to stay inside of him causing some of it to dribble out. He's slurring his words, making 0% sense as he's fucked silly. If you were to ask him what his own name was he wouldn't even begin to thin of an answer. All Ratchet can manage to think of with that fucked stupid processor of his is that he won't be walking for some time after that.

TF Titty Headcanons Pt. 1

❏* — warnings — sub/bottom characters(autobots) + dom/top reader + robo titties(duh) + nipple piercings + lactation + breastfeeding kink + rough sex + degradation + praise + breeding kink + heat cycles + i love giving them sappy nicknames + prowl needs his own warning

❏* — a/n — if I have to be plagued with horny thoughts then you guys will suffer too

also, I'm willing to take more requests on which characters(especially decepticons) I should do for part 2 ^-^

➾ AUTOBOTS

✦ Optimus - As the leader of the autobots and one of the last living Primes, it shouldn't come as any surprise that Optimus is well-endowed. His tits are large and bouncy— they defy gravity in every sexy way possible. The Prime's chest is a white-ish color, plush and pillowy, a perfect to touch and perfect to cuddle.

Before becoming a Prime, his boobs were already big but now, they produce mineral-rich energon. He sometimes finds himself upgrading his chassis armor because his tits often press up on his windshields, sometimes popping his chassis armor. On rare occasions, he might even be lactating— It's very distracting, and he always gives embarrassed yet wholehearted apologies whenever his fellow autobots are met(blessed) with the sight. It might even happen that one of the decepticons he meets on the battlefield start tripping over themselves as they gawk at his chest.

Optimus lets out low, silky moans whenever his tits are fondled, his audials twitching with sensitivity. He's very open about his tits. He has no problem with his berth partners wanting to grope them, even suckle on them. If his partner wanted to, he would absolutely let them lay him out on his spinal strut just to fondle and suck on his nozzles, drawing out any energon they can find. It's a bit embarrassing for Optimus to admit, but it's not too hard for him to overload just from having his refineries played with. All Optimus needs is the feeling of having servos grabbing his plush chest and constantly rubbing his nozzles, maybe even his partner clamping their dentae down hard on his nozzle for him to let out undignified sounds and squirting all over himself.

As much as Optimus enjoys having warm servos massage his tits with care, his moans go up a pitch when his tits are bruised and left with marks from sharp dentae. Whether his partner apologizes for their rough treatment or not, they definitely knew that the Prime got a little wetter from it.

✦ Ratchet - Ratchet has huge tits and I will die on that hill. No doubt about it. Ratty's tits are a dark gray, matching his faceplate. They're big and hefty, hard for a mech of even his size to cup them fully into their hands. While he would rather die than admit it, he definitely loves to have his tits played with.

As a medic, Ratty's boobs produce much more energon than your regular cybertronian, which causes him to need to milk them often. Whenever he starts producing extra energon, it's always a pain to deal with because it leaves his poor tits swollen, nearly pressing up against his windshield, and so sensitive when he ends up leaking energon. It's so hard for him to milk his tits on his own so whenever he's at his most frustrated and sensitive state, he has to begrudgingly go to another trusted mech for help. Even though he insists on it being strictly professional, his cute whimpers and the dark blush on his face always betrays his neediness.

During the war, Ratty was definitely known for not only being the best medic Cybertron has seen, but the medic with tits that make the sweetest tasting energon. Whenever he's treating his patients, almost all of them ask if he could provide some energon for them with his generous breasts. Even though they try their best to be subtle about it(except for the most shameless mechs), Ratchet always knows their reasons, but he'll still provide it anyway because it's in his nature to help others. He just has to make sure not to get release his panel and reveal his already drooling valve during the feeding, which is going to be really tough for him.

✦ Drift/Deadlock - Drift's tits aren't the biggest but not the smallest(definitely bigger than Rodimus' though) , but there's still nothing about them that you can't not love. His protoform there is a darker color just like his faceplate, and sometimes flushes a cute pinkish color. Drifty has very sensitive tits and will let out a little squeal if they're groped too roughly. He's not too keen on showing his chest to anybot, especially when he still went by Deadlock, due to his more private nature. But when he has a partner to show them off, they are one lucky mech.

Whenever someone is mindful with how they treat Drifty's tits, massaging them softly, rubbing their digits over his nozzles with practiced care, he absolutely melts in pleasure. He lets out small eeks of pleasure while his finials twitch in response to the stimulation, his frame shivering like a turbo-rabbit . His whines and slight pouts are so attractive whenever his tits are played with. Drifty tries so hard to seem like he's unaffected but it's so hard for him to do when both his faceplate and his tits are both flushed pink with energon.

When he was known as Deadlock, even in bed, he would be known for being feisty and a little too eager to bite. But the moment servos are on his tits and slowly groping them, he gives up all resistance and tries his best to stop the little moans threatening to come out from his vocalizer. He'll still have a look that screams "make fun of me about this and the last thing you'll see will be my gun" but it'll be softened by his half-shuttered optics and and his breathy whines tumbling from his intake.

✦ Rodimus - definitely has small tits. And he is proud of them!!! He loves to show off his tits to his partners in berth and has possibly opened up his chestplate to show them off to any crewmates that flatter him enough more than once, maybe even let them cop a feel. His boobs are a white color similar to his faceplate. He has very perky nozzles and he will whimper when they're tugged on. Even though his tits are smaller than the average cybertronian's, they're still just so adorable, especially with the way his nozzles slightly flush blue when he's aroused.

Roddy knows that people are into his tits and he uses it to his advantage. Whenever Magnus is boring him to death with reports on ship maintenance or whatever, he shoves the datapad or anything that Magnus is holding in his servos, brings the huge mech's helm down to his level, and pushes his tits into Magnus' face with a cute little "ta-da!". There isn't much to push into the big mech's face but nonetheless, it's effective. He would giggle a bit and ask Mags if he liked his tits and Rodimus is left with a short-circuiting Ultra Magnus to explain to everyone. He's tried that move on Megatron too, but it's sadly not as effective on him, though the ex-warlord definitely does enjoy the view.

✦ Prowl - This praxian definitely has huge tits-- that's what his bumper is for. Now his bumper is great and Prowl definitely carries it with pride, but his titties are the real star of the show. His protoform are a dark gray compared to his faceplate. Unlike most mechs, Prowler has custom nozzle piercings: a pair of gold piercings(they cost him a mean amount of credits) and a pair of silver hoops. He switches between pairs each day. They're so big that he sometimes has a bit of trouble transforming his bumper over them. He loves to tug on them while he fingers himself silly because the pain is so delicious that even a few tugs can get his pathetic spike overloading and his messy valve squirting.

While Prowler berths very few partners, he loves to get his tits fucked by a spike big enough to reach past his cleavage and into his open mouth. Whenever his partner tugs on his nozzle piercings while fucking his tits and hisses out some degrading words, Prowl's vocalizer lets out a whoreish squeal-- he probably overloaded right then and there. Prowl for sure loves his titties. He may not be on Starscream's level of narcissism(no one can reach his level), but he sometimes like to check himself out in a mirror or camera to admire his busty chest, groping himself and gently tugging on his piercings as he begins to pant and his fans click on. It's at times like this that he often dreams about being subjected to obscenely kinky scenarios: his tits being bitten down on harshly as he's forced to continue riding his partner's monstrous length, his partner hooking up pumps to his nozzles to activate his energon lactation and leave him hooked up with multiple vibrators stuffed up his valve and aft and left overloading silly for hours, or being left in a dirty alley during his heat cycle, all his panels open while he drips energon from his tits and his pussy leaks lubricant all over the ground as he's left in a spike-hungry state, just about willing to let anyone fuck him as long as they'll ruin his pussy and fill his gestation tank with transfluid.