dreams

scavs comforting there human friend who just had a anxiety attack

We stan the good boys who take care of mental health.

You couldn't tell if you were breathing or not, nor if you were getting too much air or too little, but the sensation of your chest collapsing was enough to keep you from figuring it out. Everything became too much and not enough at the same time, buffeting you between extremes so quickly you felt both at once. It was impossible to know whether or not you were truly present. You couldn't even recall what had set it off, but the storm was taking over far too fast for you to have any hope of fighting it, and the horror at being lost only exasperated the turmoil.

"Open your eyes, Y/N..."

The voice was soft and well practiced, but you couldn't heed it just yet. There was no guarantee things would be better once you opened your eyes, if you even could, and your body felt too far away to find out. Everything was so distant, and anything you might use to tether yourself was as impossible to grasp as sand...

"I promise I'm here, Y/N, it's Krok."

At the name you felt a pulse of the real world come back. There was a cool floor beneath you, your body was curled, the ship was humming... It was real enough to make you look, if only for a second, at what was ahead.

Krok was there in front of you, his optics gentle and reassuring in the way someone could only be if they'd been where you were. He smiled in the way he did, and you found your heart beating a little less rapidly. If he was here...

"We're all here, just like always."

Blinking to clear your vision, you found multiple familiar shapes and colors around you, and slowly they came together. A large servo was held out in your direction, staying just within reach but not coming closer, leaving the choice of contact up to you. On instinct, you took hold of one of the digits. It was warm and steady as you held on like a lifeline. Then you realized while holding it your breathing had calmed, and just like that the world began to shift into focus.

The servo you held belonged to Misfire, who gave you a smile as recognition lit up your eyes. Though you were shaking and unsteady and far from okay, you finally felt your body in the physical sense. You'd had an anxiety attack, but these guys had done what they'd always done, all without hesitation.

"No rushing, okay? Relax as long as you need." Fulcrum said from his spot on the side, and in that moment you saw the entire group was sitting on the floor with you. Even the towering Grimlock had managed to lay himself down to join the watchful circle. From experience you knew Nickel would want to check you over after this, but otherwise there was indeed no hurry. Still unable to speak, you only nodded and laid down with a sigh, taking a much needed moment to come back to yourself after everything. There was no panic this time as you closed your eyes. It was just you and the Scavengers, watching over you and keeping you safe...

Just like they always would.

may I request some headcanons for mtmte megatron, misfire, and ultra magnus with a touch starved/physically affectionate s/o? bonus points if the s/o is nervous about asking for touch! no worries if you don’t vibe with this one, I enjoy all your writing nonetheless :00

Megatron [MTMTE]

- Just as touch starved as you - You both nervously ask to speak to the other and turns out you both were about to ask just to cuddle - Holding hands becomes regular around the ship - He actually learns how to type with one hand just so he doesn't have to let go - Eventually you have a little bit of communication going on just through feel - He teaches you Chirolinguistics after you show interest so eventually you don't even have to speak to get messages across - It really creeps out some of the crew who don't know you speak through your hands and just see you simultaneously do the same tasks - Megatron has a hard time falling asleep holding someone because he has before attacked at random when waking up - But he will happily hold you until you fall asleep, and then set you on your berth after

Misfire [MTMTE]

- Misfire was, much like the rest of his crew, not very affectionate at all - But he doesn't seem to notice when your hand slips into his - Or when he clings to you in the middle of the night - But whenever you want something more it becomes a bit of a fight - You are nervous as is, now imagine having to tell him in 10 different ways what you want before it clicks - He tends do give affection without realizing it too - Movie night? Oh there's not enough space? Sit on my lap then y/n - You are cold? Didn't know we could even get cold, here we can share my blanket - Even if you get really anxious about asking, he is too carefree to even realize or care what you ask - He will just give it to you, no questions asked

Ultra Magnus [MTMTE]

- Oh? You want to get closer? He starts to open up more about his emotions - With further explanations he realized you meant physically, to which he happily complies - You crave physical attention and he craves a good listener and it works really well - Every day you find some dedicated time to snuggle up close, and he will just open up and talk about everything to you - You listen with details, and chirp in occasionally when it suits you both - Magnus really enjoys having someone that can make anything work out - But he also loves someone who genuinely enjoys being around him physically and emotionally

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Authors Note - I wanted the bonus points because I need an A on this test. I totally vibe with anything that has Misfire in it, and compliments hah! It is really hard to sway me from enjoying a request, I get sooo excited!

Still lookin for asks? How bout misfire and first aid?

Misfire 100% adores quickies in public spots. If he knows the Scavs don’t plan on returning to a planet, he’s going to fuck his partner in as many risky spots as he can. On the WAP though, it’s all fair game. He’ll screw them on the couch, in the pilot’s seat, or even on someone else’s berth! He also loves having his valve played with. It’s more like a special treat to him though, and he likes to act like it’s taboo.

I actually really like free use misfire- and not just for overloading, I’m talking piss kink stuff. I want him dirty and used! Also love him taking things that are way too big. Works well if I add him not using his valve a ton. Instant overload when he bottoms out on a spike~

First Aid would love workplace sex. Back on Delphi, I just know he touched himself to Wreckers porn in the staff room and Ambulon has 100% sucked him off in a supply closet. He’d probably also really like nurse kink stuff, even though he hated being demoted to an actual nurse. He loves the cheesy Halloween nurse costumes and fantasizes about wearing one for his partner. Good luck finding one big enough though-

Now- okay hear me out… puffy valve lips. I don’t know what you’d really call it, but I just love a real slutty first aid. Need him laid out in his berth with a pump on his valve until he can’t even force his panel closed. Make him overload just from blowing on the sensitive mesh folds. Also love making him act super innocent, but it’s all a ruse to give some sloppy toppy

If you’re taking requests maybe Grimlock & Misfire falling for the Lost Light’s human liaison? (Polyamory, not two different scenarios/headcanons) A scenario/drabble would be nice but headcanons would be good if you don’t have inspiration for a scenario.

Misfire and Grimlock first saw you when they met up with the Lost Light, and both took an immediate interest in you. Misfire asked Swerve about you, things like where you came from, why you’re there, …if you were single.

Swerve didn’t think anything about the last question and was honest in all of his answers about you. Misfire’s optics lit up as he learned about you and Grimlock was listening in as well, arms crossed and helm tilted downward.

The two had decided to be together months ago, but that didn’t stop them from showing interest in you. They had both been honest with each other in their attraction to you, so they decided that if you were cool with it they’d try to court you as well. Misfire immediately lays on the charm, heavily so. Complimenting you on your work, your looks, your intelligence. He goes all out. He also makes so many jokes, constantly. It’s easy to see why you’re falling for him. He’s nice and he makes you laugh, even when he isn’t trying to.

Grimlock is little less smooth with his flirting. His idea of flirting is flexing in front of you, punching things that threaten you, and telling you he’ll crush anything that dares to try and hurt you. Somehow this is working just as well as Misfire’s tactics. You’re torn between these two new bots that you haven’t even known that long, but by God they are adorable.

You’re glad you met them, and you can feel yourself falling for both, but you dread having to choose one over the other. It’s especially stressful since both of them asked you out. You want to go but they both texted you and made the date at Swerve’s at exactly the same time. A part of you wants to just stay in your room, yeah you’d disappoint both but you also don’t want to come between friends.

You finally come to the decision to go and be honest with both of them. You get yourself ready, putting on a nice outfit and combing your hair, and head out to Swerve’s.

When you get to Swerve’s you see Misfire and Grimlock at the same booth and your stomach drops. Grimlock spots you first as he’s in the seat facing the door and waves at you. Misfire peaks back then turns to wave at you as well. The feeling of dread washes back over you like a tsunami. You nervously male your way over to the booth and Misfire helps you up to the table.

“Hey y/n, looking great, as always!” Misfire finger guns and winks at you with a smirk, making a clicking sound with his glossa.

“Nice to see you.” Grimlock says after taking a swig of energon.

You gulp and and return pleasantries, practically feeling your stomach turn to an uncomfortable knot, “H-hey guys,” you say in a trembling voice.

Misfire’s smile turns into a look of concern, “What’s wrong y/n?”

Grimlock’s visor also shows concern over your state.

“I um, I need to be honest with you. Both of you.” You say looking down and gripping your left arm tight.

Grimlock and Misfire look up at each other before looking back down at you with worry, processors running simultaneously at 100 miles per second at all the things they might have done wrong in courting you.

“I um… I really like both of you.”

Both exvent in relief.

“But-”

They tense back up.

“I know I can only choose one of you to be with.”

They look back up to each other in confusion.

“And choosing one would only hurt the other,” you let out a sad sigh, “And I don’t want to come between friends, especially if it would make you two mad at each other,” you can hear Misfire trying not to laugh, “So I don’t think we should do this, I want you two to stay friends.”

Misfire bursts out in laughter and you look at him in utter confusion.

“Grimsy did you forget to tell y/n that we’re together?”

Grimlock is silent for a moment before finally speaking up in a confused tone, “Thought you were going to, Grimlock’s job was to ask them here.”

“No no man, I was supposed to ask them here and you were supposed to tell them about our relationship and how we’re totally down for another partner!” Misfire says, trying to stifle his giggling.

Grimlock looks down at the table, “Oh… me got that backwards.”

“Yeah I’ll say.” Misfire smiles at his conjunx and places a hand on his shoulder from over the table before turning attention back to you, “Sorry about the confusion, but Grimlock and I are already together,” he assures you with a friendly smile, “And we both fell for you immediately, so we talked about and it came to the decision that we’re cool with making our twosome and threesome!”

You ignore the blatant ignorance in what he really said in that last part and take a deep sigh of relief. You are kind of annoyed that neither of them told you though, but you can let it slide.

“So… since you said you like both of us, are you alright with this kind of relationship?” Misfire looks at you, the eagerness for your answer plastered all over his faceplate.

You give them both a small accepting smile, “Of course.”

misfire and grimlock double teaming their human

It probably isn’t very smart of you to take them both at once. Grimlock, in the state that he is, has trouble controlling his strength and holding back. And Misfire isn’t any better. But Misfire propositions you with a sly smile that is clearly intended to be charming but is so completely uncharming that it does a complete 180 and becomes charming because of it and you can’t help but take him up on his offer.

Surprisingly, they are patient with you. Misfire moves slow as he kisses your collar, fingers playing with the zipper of your pants and shaking with restraint. He rubs you through your pants, engines coming to life when his touch has you gasping for air. He mouths against your shoulder, sloppy and eager, even as he waits for you to pull your clothes out of the way before daring to touch the aroused flesh of your sex.

Grimlock, surprisingly, is the most patient of the three of you. He watches with smoldering optics as Misfire presses a finger inside of you, stretching you open and pumping his finger in time with the rhythmic rubbing against your front. He looks like he wants to devour you. Instead, he watches silently as you clench your eyes shut and squeeze tight around Misfire’s finger.

You stretch yourself around Misfire’s spike next, living metal filling you up with a satisfying ache that has you sighing your content with every downward thrust. Misfire’s hands reach for your hips like he wants to pull you up and down, make you ride a little faster, but he keeps them as still as he can even as his entire frame shakes from the strain. All the while, Grimlock watches, spike pressurized but making no attempts to relieve himself.

You’ve already cum three times before Misfire slowly seats you on Grimlock’s spike. His size tests your body’s limits and then some. Even with all the preparation, you can’t take him in all the way, though if Grimlock is disappointed with this he shows no signs. He keeps perfectly still as you adjust to him and makes a sound not quite a growl as you wiggle your hips, sinking just a little bit further on his spike, and the head of it presses hard against a cluster of nerves inside you that has your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

Nsfw mtmte misfire, with a new human they brought on board (fulcrum disapproves lol) and he's just so attracted to them he gives in and fucks them good.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, head thrown back and eyes rolling into the back of your skull as the head of Misfire’s spike drags against a spot inside of you that has your whole body shaking and the edges of your vision turning white. “Oh holy shit,” you cry out as you grind back into him.

Misfire, for his part, doesn’t seem to be dong much better. You can hear the strain of cables and joints as he represses the urge to tighten his grip, to squeeze your hips with all his strength as he ruts into you. “Oh Primus, oh frag, you’re so tight,” he whines in-between bursts of static.

“Really?!” Fulcrum asks, exasperated for have his refueling interrupted by Misfire slamming you down and fucking you against the counter where he had been attempting to enjoy his meal. “In front of my energon?!?!”

Can I request Spinister,Misfire, Krok And Grimlock comforting a s/o who just lost someone close to them and needs cuddles thankssss luv uuuuu:3

Spinister isn’t very good at all the emotional stuff, but he tries for you. He just listens to everything you say, gently rubbing your back and correcting you whenever you try to blame yourself. He’s not as bad at this as he thinks, honestly.Misfire normally makes jokes to cheer you up, but he knows when jokes aren’t appropriate. He will try to help you remember the good times you had with that person, and appreciate the time you had with them.Krok will try to help you take your mind off of it, at least for a while. Whatever you want to do, he will take you there and do it with you. Just say the word.Grimlock takes you on rides and cuddles with you. He’s not good at comforting words, but his presence is always comforting. Grimlock doesn’t like seeing his starshine so sad!

misfire relationship hcs ✊😌

You’re an anon after my own heart, THANK YOU 

🍒 Misfire is actually a really thoughtful boyfriend – in his own way. He never wants his s/o to feel lonely or left out, so he goes out of his way to include them in whatever he can. In Shoot Shoot Bang Bang, they’re on his team and it’s the best team, that’s why they always win. Don’t listen to what Krok says, they always win.

🍒 Misfire is easily entertained, especially when with his s/o. The two can do just about anything together and he’s pleased because they’re with him. They do spend quite a bit more time than most would think just talking. He thinks their voice is really pleasant and soothing. Admittedly, a lot of their time together is also spent making out.

🍒 A very physically affectionate bot who loves PDA. He wants to hold hands and he is willing to shrink down if he has to because damn it, he’s gonna hold his s/o’s hand during movie night. He’s not afraid to give hugs, cuddles, smooches or anything remotely loving in front of the other Scavengers. If they get grossed out or complain (it’s a lot of PDA), he just does it more to tick them off.

🍒 Speaking of hugs, Misfire gives out hugs like they’re candy. Oh his s/o is being particularly cute that day? Hug. They smiled at him and said something nice? Hug. He just wants to hold them and feel how warm and soft they are? Friggin’ hug. It’s a little awkward sometimes with the size difference but that never stops him. He just loves smooshing them to his face and hearing their giggles or soft sighs when they hug back. 

🍒 At the beginning, he’s excited for his s/o to meet Grimlock. They’re smart and kind, maybe they can help him with the big bot. But after seeing one of Grimlock’s fits Misfire’s reminded of how dangerous it is to have his s/o around Grimlock, so he’s more cautious in the future. He still really appreciates and is touched by the fact that his s/o wants to help and that they support his friend.

🍒 Practically devours Earth media, he loves it so much. Not just because his s/o is human he really just finds it all to be so awesome. He’ll spend hours watching movies, reading comics, or laughing at dumb memes with his s/o. Definitely persuades the other bots into liking Earth media, although it takes a long time with Fulcrum.

🍒 The Scavengers live one crazy adventure to another and money is tight, so gifts are pretty impossible to buy. They scavenge a lot of stuff though (obviously) so he makes his gifts out of things that they find. That’s led to some pretty interesting presents but his s/o loves them all because they’re unique just like Misfire.

🍒 When he sleeps, he likes to have his s/o curled up on his neck or chasis, so they’re close to him. Their presence is comforting and he usually falls asleep right away. He even found suitably soft material when they were scavenging once and made it into a makeshift pillow and blanket for his s/o. He also keeps a servo lightly curled over their body, partially because he wants to hold them and partially in case something happens where he needs to move them quickly.

🍒 He will take his s/o out on dates away from the other Scavengers on occasion. This can mean a  romantic date, but usually, it means Misfire causing trouble and the two of them having to do some crazy shit to get out of it. It’s just what he does and his s/o always gets drawn into it whether they wanna be or not.

🍒 One time though, they had a picnic and it was so relaxing, his s/o fell asleep in his lap and Misfire cried because it was so cute. 💗

-Cherry

Misfire with a human s/o with a breeding kink? omg I binge your entire page ❤️❤️

He can’t believe he can finally have you like this. After all the blatant flirting and love confessions, you’re finally here, under him, insides stretching and squeezing tight around Misfire’s spike as your smaller body tries to accommodate his size.

“Oh Primus,” he whines, hips rocking as you squeeze around him just a little tighter. “If you keep that up I’m going to overload.”

“That’s the plan,” you answer with a wink and another squeeze of your insides that has Misfire’s cooling fans roaring. “I want you to cum inside me.”

“Oh frag,” he whines as the motions of his hips speed up tenfold, eager and needy and desperate to fill you with his transfluid. He wonders how it would look spilling between your thighs, how good it would feel to have you squeezing around him the second that overload hits, and Misfire all but whimpers as he feels the electric tingle of a good overload approaching.

He fucks you harder, rhythm all but forgotten as he pulls back enough so that only the tip of his spike is still inside of you before thrusting forward and slamming back home. He can hear you whining his name under your breath, higher pitched and desperate, and that’s all it takes for him to pull back until his spike has completely left your body then push forward again as his overload hits him and transfluid spills from him with enough force he can see stars behind his optics.

His frame shudders as his body recovers from the overload and, in the warm hum of the afterglow, it takes a minute for Misfire to realize that he had managed to pull out completely only to make a mess of transfluid all over your stomach and chest.

He missed.

Q, S & V for mtmte misfire

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Literally every chance he gets he’s pulling you off to the side for a quickie, doesn’t care where you are or who might see you he just wants to cum in you right now

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

If you let him set the pace then it’ll be about 2 or 3 rounds in quick succession but if you step up and make him slow down and drag it out then he’ll probably only manage one

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s very free with the sounds he makes, talking, moaning, etc. the problem is getting him to be quiet so that you don’t disturb the others who are all uncomfortably aware of how frequently you and Misfire have sex since he has 0 shame

threesome with swerve and misfire? (Human reader!)

Misfire and Swerve look absolutely wrecked and you’ve hardly done anything. You should’ve known they would be absolutely useless when it came to a three-way.

Okay. Maybe they’re a couple of losers without an ounce of sex appeal between them, but you thought beings as old as them would be able to handle something like sex. Instead, they both make needy whimpering noises as they rut against you, thrusts desperate and hurried and sloppy.

Misfire’s spike is pressed to your lips while you lap and kiss it with measured gentleness, your gaze stuck on his face as it twists with pleasure. Your body is half turned, laying across your side to better suck Misfire off while Swerve fucks you. He isn’t fairing much better than Misfire, his engine sputtering as much as his garbled chatter, although he’s still trying his damnedest to pleasure you with his thick, clumsy fingers between your legs. Swerve tries to talk, tell you how good you make him, but instead you get incoherent mess spilling from his lips.

Your hand twists as you pump Misfire’s spike, tongue licking up the underside of his shaft. You figure you must be quite the sight, lips wet and agape with another mech pounding you from behind, but Misfire must like what he sees because he’s moving erratically as you pull him closer to overload.

Swerve’s free servo grips your leg that’s thrown over his shoulder, hips slamming against your body with such force you’re certain he doesn’t realize just how rough he’s being. Not that you’re complaining. He’s been ready to go since Misfire first brought up the topic of a threesome, and watching you seduce other bots has always enticed your mini conjunx. You clench down around his spike the faster he thrusts into you, unable to hold back moans from his thick spike filling you just right.

Misfire is the first to overload, the ‘guest of honor’ to your shared habsuite with Swerve, and he does so all over your face with a broken wail. His body bows over your head, hips bucking of their own accord, as his servos tremble where they grasp your hair. Swerve doesn’t last much longer, leaning down before he overloads inside you to press messy kisses to your cheek and lips.

You’re covered in transfluid, hair messed up and sweaty, jaw sore from having such a large spike stretch your mouth, but Swerve’s fingers are still lazily rubbing at your sensitive nerves and Misfire gives a low whistle at your debauched face. And suddenly, you feel very satisfied with how this night is turning out.