Transformers one-shots

SmokescreenxWolf!Mech!reader ~ A work in progress

Sometimes knowing you were the very last of your kind was an advantage but at other points it was just a really lonely place. The fingerings just werent cutting it like they used to, he needed a mate or atleast a fragbot to help him along since the urges dont go away as easily as regular cybertronians, his heating cycles were not too distant unlike the others where they can go vorns without having one, lucky fraggers..

Y/N's optics scanned around looking at the humans and frowned. Earth never seemed to have to worry about that..kill one and well, they can make another. For cybertronians it just didn't work that way, well it could but it was very difficult. First you had to find a willing participant and given the differences y/n had with all the others they partially strayed away but still treated him with kindness, it was one of the worst feelings ever, knowing you were different, they treat you with kindness simply out of their good nature they try to keep, like Bumblebee would always try to talk to the oddball but y/n retreated.

There was only one cybertronian who threw caution to the wind and it was Smokescreen, he was too pure as y/n bit down on the tip of his digit at the thought of taking away the young elite mech's innocence, he may seem charming and like he got all the attention but he was just one of those cybertronians with that charming personality. Had it not been for the war he would of undoubtedly had all the femmes rush towards him when he became of age. It wasn't fair.

His ears went down as he stared at the young scout and elite warrior as they talked and laughed

Smokescreen looked up to meet his gaze but he simply turned around and walked out of the new base, it was an adjustment. Agent Fowler set them up at a military base with their own hangar but it was a bunch of pits, they were back to square one yet none of them seemed to mind. Except for Ratchet but he was an old grump anyways.

Y/N stood outside and sighed but grunted when his intakes twisted and growled "why now?" He walked around the base resisting the urge to frag whoever dares to come across him as his arm securely wrapped around his chassis trying to endure the pain as he tried to walk it off but it insisted as he ran back to their hangar and pushed past Magnus who sent a stern glare his way before finding his room and sliding behind the door as it clicked shut and locked, his panel had slid open as he groaned biting onto his servo and leaving it be until it went back in.

He vented heavily as he stared up and looked at his servo, his dermas left marks in his armor. He clawed at the floor before slamming his fist down and growling before getting up and walking out. The first look he got was from Magnus

"What was that about?" He glared

"Personal matters I needed to attend to if you don't mind.." He said trying not to sass the commander as best he could

Magnus simply grunted before walking away

Ratchet kept his optics on him, he knew the deal but it wasn't like he could do much except explain what's wrong when he ends up taking someone down and fragging them senseless in the open. He knew it was only a matter of time before it would happen.

Y/N walked off to find something to do to keep his processor from thinking something else dirty

He ended up helping Wheeljack, there was minimum of talking "hand me this" or "hand me that" and even one "Back up"

Y/N frowned at the wrecker, he wasn't much help, he just made y/n want to punch him. He couldn't stand the wreckers blunt and rudeness.

He didn't realize Smokescreen had been watching "hey, y/n."

He looked up at him "Hey, smoke."

"Are you busy right now?" He asked glancing at the ship

Wheeljack looked back at y/n with an unpleasant grunt as he looked back and glared before softening as he looked at Smokescreen "not at all, whatcha need?" He said walking away with him