Transformers Prime Preferences [DISCONTINUED]

❤~How He Holds You~❤

Optimus Prime:

He pulls you against him, one arm slipping around your waist while the other rests right between your shoulder blades, his hand on the base of your neck. He pulls you closer so that your cheek rests naturally against his chest. A perfect fit. It seems almost parental, but it's more of it's-okay'I'm-here reassurance. It's comforting and it feels so so safe. Pure happiness. Why? Because you have a sparkmate that will always have your back, he'll always look after you. Because he loves you. Nothing can beat that reassurance. There will never be any worry about infidelities or promiscuous affairs. Just never.

________________

Bumblebee:

He's a hugger. A major I-love-you-so-much bear hugger. He'll pounce on you adorkably and give you a tight squeeze. You can hear the steady rhythm of his spark, it beats faster and faster as he gets overly excited. And then it slowly calms down. Faster once more. Then calm. A constant switch between two speeds as if his own spark couldn't keep up with his emotions. Or rather, it can't decide whether to be tranquil or overzealous. After he's through squeezing the life out of you, he loosens his grip, sets his servos on your shoulder plates and stares into your optics. That hypnotizing electric blue is easy to get lost in. A kiss of distraction is advised.

________________

Ratchet:

Ever so protective Ratchet here doesn't realize how effective his holding skills are. He brings up a servo to cup your face, his optics with a loving, concerned twist. Clearly full of devotion. His servo slowly runs down until both are on your shoulder plates. His servos trace the outline of your arms and they rest there for a moment so he can lean in a give you a quick peck. Then he pulls you in completely, his engine giving out a faint hum of satisfaction. You rarely get to experience this soft, romantic side of the Doc. Usually, it's warning glares because the "if you break my scrap, you're getting the wrench" motto needs to be established. So cherish his hold. 

________________

Smokescreen:

Destiny's Child thinks he's sexy, but he's just a dork. Your adorable dork. He's adorkable. He'll snatch you off your peds like you're some damsel in distress that needs immediate saving. What really gets to you is his idea of a smolder. The overconfident smirk, the raised optic ridge, and the corny pickup line. "Never fear, y/n. Your knight in shining metal is here". You roll your optics and shove your servo into his face to push him away. He bites in response. Your servo stings and he kisses it, slowly working up your arm until he finally reaches his prize. This is either really smooth or completely goofy. Or maybe both. Either way, it's Smokescreen.

________________

Megatron:

(You know I've come to realize it's kinda complicated with the big M because he's huge and femmes in comparison are short as hecks compared soooo. DONT QUESTION HIS PART. ROLL WITH IT. pls)

His rough servos give your body a shiver as they slide down to your waist. Your breathing hitches as he gives them a quick squeeze. He pulls you closer, nuzzling his face into your neck. Soon his denta begin to mark up that sensitive area with love bites. When the bittersweet pleasure leaves you dazed, Megatron moves his arms so that they wrap completely around his waist. This tight hold keeps you locked for quite some time. It's protective and possessive. But the slight moment his grip loosens it's immediately understood that Megatron doesn't really know how to love. Or be loved. He's confused, realizing that he doesn't know what the hell he's doing. And that feeling is shoved aside because he still feels something strong. And if that's not love then frag it all.

________________

Soundwave:

Soundwave wants you in his arms. Like, now. His extra appendages reach out and coil around your waist, catching you off guard more than half the time. They bring you to him quickly, his longing overpowering the usually stoic and blank slate. They release once your back is against his chest and are replaced with his arms. His sparkbeat pulses rapidly, and it calms as his hold around you tightens. He rests his helm on your shoulder and a small, 8bit human heart appears on his screen. The edges expanding and then contracting to look as if it was beating slowly. A sound escapes the mech, and it closely resembles a sigh of content.

________________

Knockout:

"I think my favorite patient needs an emergency checkup".  Says the mischevious medic as he lifts you onto a berth so you're sitting, facing him with your legs dangling off the edge. He runs his servos over your legs, closing the distance between him and the berth. He then lifts them up slightly and wraps them around his waist. His servos move on to quickly snake up your torso and bring your arms so they wrap around his neck.  With that he leans in to kiss you passionately, his servos finally resting between your shoulder blades. They press you closer to him and he purrs into your audio, "Does that feel better?"  He smirks at your tinted cheeks and shy nod and places a small, loving kiss on your forehelm.

A/N: Why must I always update deep into the night, I'll never understand. My eyes are blurry as I type and I swear I'm half asleep. It's like midnightish. W h y. But anyway, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE AND HAPPY WHATEVER YOU CELEBRATE.