Transformers Lemons 1

Bayverse! Ironhide x Human Female Reader

Warnings: consensual sex, a bit of gore, Ironhide being a grouch, ratchet x mikeala, human holoforms, mass displacement, valve play, tiny bit of angst, injury and fluff.

Sorry if there are any mistakes, this is the longest lemon I've ever written and I'm extremely busy writing more.

"Illiterate."

You glanced up at the lumbering dark grey figure. His optics remained on the tool while he spoke to you as if he made eye contact with you he would melt.

"I've told you several times over how to read the symbols on this grafter."

He slammed the ammnution grafter down on the table slab, subconciously careful to watch your small hands.

"Read. The. Symbols."

"Take. Drop. Ignite."

"Now was that so utterly difficult?"

You could hear the heavy non caring European accent in his tone. The weapons specialist always had that tone. Even when he was instructing lessons to the N.e.s.t Government Training Camp's students. One of those students happened to be you. After graduating from high school you took a privileged test to get where you are now.

You chose computer science as a major but had to take up a more hands on class after not receiving any boot camp sessions. Unfortunately you received the autobots weapons specialist as a professor.

Ironhide was extremely hot headed and ill-qualified to be around others. At least that's what you thought whenever he began ranting and raving about how 'weak' the next generation of soldiers and substantially important figures were. The mech obviously had issues. One day he almost lost it and let off a grenade when someone failed one of his weapon identification tests. You would'nt be surprised if a student ended up dead in the near future under his care.

Thinking more on the subject only made you more aggravated than you already were.

"You shouldn't be coming after hours for extra help if your brain will never retain the information learned."

"Don't worry, I hate being here too. But it does help when you actually try to teach me rather than insulting me."

Collecting your things you gave him a dirty look before pushing your chair into your desk. Noticing you were getting ready to leave he began throwing his necessities into a large crate that was provided to him. You were unsure of how nothing of his personal items were damaged. He was so rough and aggressive with his materials it was almost impressive.

Almost impressive. It would have been impressive if you were just witnessing his aggressiveness for the first time but you're drowned in it everyday from eight to twelve at night. But his rough nature was a normality. If you could count how many times his fist had went through the oversized chalkboard built just for him on one hand, people would tell you to stop going in wheeljacks lab after he's used a pinch of radiation on a project.

Aiding from his aggressive behavior he looked and sounded aggressive. When he would get the slightest hint of anger in his wires the metal plating around his somewhat structure of a nose would scrunch up and make him look menacing.  The plating covering his audio receptors would flare out and make his helm look bigger than he really was. In simpler words it was obvious to tell when the mech was in a bad mood.

When he was upset his voice deepened and created a subtle static. Out of all the other autobots he had the most unique form of expressing anger. Not the scariest because that would be Ratchet but the most unique.