#grimlock x reader

• Heart racing as the huge mech grins at you, you’re forcing yourself to smile back. Reminding yourself that this is why you signed on. Because these giants have the very misguided notion that the caretakers are courting them. That you’re here looking for love. And you plan to exploit that. Want to feel safe again. To not be constantly looking over your shoulder waiting on your past to catch up to you again. “Hello, sir,” you call out, forcing a smile as your nerves hum. He’s big enough, scary enough looking that anyone would think twice before they mess with him. Hopefully.

• “Grimlock, Grim. You can call me Grim,” he says, taking a step into the stall as his servos flex. Wanting to pick you up but trying to not overwhelm you. You just look so small. Soft. Venting softly, he rumbles as he looks around the stall. Not really sure how this works. What to say or do. “You got a name?” He asks and he winces when your expression eases, smile becoming real. “I mean, I know you obviously have a name. I just, I don’t know what it is.” Wishes the ground would open up under his peds as you bite your lip. Already messing this up.

• Trying to not laugh as the knot of tension inside you eases, you give him your name and he grins easily again. Relaxing slowly, you study him. And honestly, it feels like you’ve lucked out. The mech seems friendly enough. Eager. All you have to do is play along. Pretend you’re all in on finding an alien husband. Because with a guard dog like him, no one’s going to come after you. It won’t matter if he finds you again when he can’t get his hands on you without going through your new, alien boyfriend. “Would you like some energon?”

• You’re smiling up at him, expression expectant and he realizes you’ve asked him something. Has no idea what, but he’s nodding anyway. And you turn away, startling to wiggle a barrel of energon nearly as big as you are off your cart. Starting forward, he reaches past you to pick it up. “I got it,” he says, servos fiddling with the lid on the barrel as you study him. ‘You’re really strong, aren’t you?’ You ask and he straightens slightly, plating fluffing up as he rumbles and hefts the barrel. “Pretty strong,” he growls, pleased.

• “Just thinking,” you say as you roll over onto your stomach, stretching your arm to dabble your fingers in the water and his still semi-pressurized spike stirs. ‘Thinking?’ He asks, shifting between your slightly spread thighs and you look back at him over your shoulder. But he’s staring at his excess on your thighs, loving the way you look when you’re messy with his release. Covering you, he groans as you tilt your hips and he buries himself inside you again. Needing you even though he just overloaded inside you. Unable to stop reaching for you.

• Breath catching as his hips rock, there’s no urgency in his movements as he nuzzles against the back of your neck. Mask retracted and denta teasing the skin there. And you don’t bother trying to unravel the convoluted way you feel about him, losing yourself in the feel of his spike stroking inside you as he rumbles possessively at your back. “Worrying?” He grunts, hips pumping as one of his big hands completely engulfs yours. Suppose it is worry. That this can’t last. That at some point, you’ll have to go back to reality. ‘No,’ you lie, fingers interlacing with his servos.

• Venting as he grips your shoulder in his denta, hips bucking while you tremble under him and fist his spike, he wishes you’d talk to him. Explain what’s wrong, because he can tell something is. When he’s with you, he feels less out of control. Less a mindless brute, but he’s still limited. Whatever happened to him, making it hard to think. To communicate. But he wants to. Needs to. Growling as you gasp his name, coming apart for him, he shudders.

• Feeling the heat of his release filling you, his glossa drags against your shoulder and you belatedly realize he’s accidentally broken the skin even though you didn’t really feel it. Laying your cheek on your arm as he shifts at your back, spike pulsing, the heat of his frame and the sun are almost too much. You’re sweating and you need to bathe again. Shivering with a moan when he finally pulls out, you yelp his name as his arm hooks around you and he tosses himself and you sideways into the lake.

It wasn’t that you lacked faith in Bumblebee and his skills to find your missing conjux. But you needed something—anything—to distract yourself, or you might end up doing something you’d later regret.

Optimus had offered you a position with GHOST—the new human-Cybertronian alliance tasked with hunting down Decepticons. But you declined. You didn’t exactly agree with their methods of handling their Decepticon prisoners, and there was something about their director that left a bad feeling in you. You didn't trust them.

Eventually, Optimus offered another solution—teaching some young, Earth-born Transformers called the Terrans.

You became curious as you had not heard about them before. After Optimus explained how they came to be and how they were kept hidden from GHOST, you agreed to meet them.

They were first startled when you suddenly emerged from a river near their home, as you often traveled through bodies of water to avoid detection. But after transforming and realizing who you were, their surprise turned into excitement. You were one of the most well-known Autobots with a dinosaur alt-mode—a spinosaurus that could move on both land and water.

They were very sweet and sparkling-like. They introduced themselves, and you even got to meet Moe and Robbie, Dorothy's children.

Jawbreaker was especially excited about you since he had read about you and Grimlock in the comics. He was the only one in the group without an alt-mode and thus felt a bit insecure about it. You assured him that he will find an alt-mode that feels right to him eventually, and that he could be both gentle and strong.

You passed the time telling them stories and learning about the things they had experienced. They then mentioned having encountered Grimlock in Philadelphia, which left you asking more about your conjux.

Then, at that moment, Grimlock himself suddenly emerged from the woods in his alt-mode. You quickly noticed he was under the influence of his rage powers and acted fast to try to calm him down. When that didn’t work, you struck him hard enough to force him back into his robot mode, where he then fell unconscious. The children were startled at first, but you reassured them that he would be alright. Even though you sometimes enjoyed brawling with your conjux, you hated having to use force to keep him under control.

Part of you felt happy to see your conjux, but another part grew angry when you learned that Optimus had known about the whole incident, and that Bumblebee had come back without saying anything. After putting Grimlock to rest, you had a serious talk with Optimus over the comms.

Optimus apologized, explaining that he didn't want to cause you to panic. You wanted to cuss him out, but controlled yourself since Jawbreaker and the other children were nearby.

Then you heard a familiar voice say your name.

“Grimlock?” you said, seeing him in his bot mode and back as himself.

“Hello, love. I heard that my disappearance had been making you anxious. Sorry about that,” Grimlock said softly.

You assured him that it was all right now, since he was back with you.

When you tried to ask about his mission, you noticed he was being avoidant, insisting he was fine. That almost never happened—unless something was very wrong. Instead, he suggested that the two of you teach Jawbreaker how to be fierce.

While showing Jawbreaker not to be afraid of his own strength—and how to use it wisely. You observed Grimlock and tried to figure out what had happened in his mission that he rather avoid it.

You learned more about Grimlock’s mission through Jawbreaker and the whole ordeal with the mind control. Grimlock's sudden avoidant nature began to make sense, especially when you noticed him struggling to keep his rage powers in check.

When you noticed that Jawbreaker’s constant mentions of the mind control incident were triggering Grimlock’s rage powers, you pulled the young Terran aside and told him to calm down, advising him to avoid bringing it up unless Grimlock himself wished to. You explained that Grimlock most likely did not want to dwell on the experience, or that it had left a deep negative impression on him.

Jawbreaker nodded, apologized for his mistake, and promised to try to hold back.

Unfortunately, the young Terran forgot his promise once he scanned himself a Dinobot mode from dinosaur bones and grew too excited to test it against Grimlock.

When Grimlock lost control to his rage powers and transformed into his alt-mode, you reacted instantly—shifting into your own alt-mode and tackling him to the ground.

One advantage of being larger was that you could hold him down with your weight, keeping him anchored as he growled and thrashed beneath you.

“Grimlock…” you whispered, your voice soft and steady. “I’m here. You’re not alone.”

He roared and fought harder at first, his rage boiling over, but you didn’t flinch. Instead, you leaned closer, letting your words reach him like a lifeline.

“Listen to my voice. You’re safe. I’m with you. You’re not alone.”

Little by little, the violent edge of his struggles dulled. His vents drew in heavy, ragged breaths, and you could feel the tremor in his frame.

“I see you,” you murmured, pressing your helm gently against his. “Your anger doesn’t define you. You don’t have to carry this weight by yourself anymore… I’m here. Always.”

His resistance ebbed away, and slowly—like dawn breaking—his optics softened, glowing blue once more.

Jawbreaker, now in his dino mode, trotted over, looking guilty. “(Name), I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s all right, young one. I know you didn’t mean any harm,” you reassured him.

You stepped back as Grimlock regained his senses and transformed back into his robot mode. He crouched with a long sigh while you and Jawbreaker transformed as well.

Grimlock looked at you with sincerity in his optics. “Thank you, love. I needed to hear that.”

“Next time,” you said firmly, softly bonking his helm, “instead of hiding your troubles, confide in me. We’ll find the solution together. That’s what being conjuxes means, isn’t it?”

He chuckled. “You’re right. Sorry about that.”

“Now. Come here, you big doofus,” you said, pulling him into a hug—with Jawbreaker joining in. Grimlock was surprised for a moment, but then he hugged you both tightly.

— Grimlock is very touchy in general. He shows his affection through touch more than anything else. The mech's always got his servos on you; around your hip struts or over your shoulder plating.

— So its no surprise that he likes cuddles. A lot. He loves them. Grimlock loves having your frame tangled up with his. Especially in private. The two of you laying on your shared berth, his blue optics focused onto your face with his frame curled to your side as his servos keep you close to him while you look up into the ceiling and sigh contently.

— Would he little spoon or big spoon? Truth is, be doesn't mind either. Grimlock would like for his touch to be reciprocated though and not just have you in his servos as some kind of doll. Any position that allows him to have his servos all over you and your servos all over him is optimal.

— Grim doesn't really know why he likes having you so close all the time. Maybe its the comforting warmth of your systems? Or the soft hum of your mechanisms & the thrum of your spark? Perhaps your EM field mixing with his own? He hasn't the faintest clue. Grimlock can be a little clingy at times, but its mostly because of the fact that its been so long since he's had you by his side. He was basically stranded on Earth for millions of years without any physical contact from anyone.

— But his love for physical touch can extend into him mech-handling you. He'll lift you up to surprise you when he thinks you haven't noticed him, or maybe he'll flat out just pick you up and walk away. When things go south, he might literally just carry you off and run for the hills. Also might hold you a little closer when he feels jealous/possessive.

— Funnily enough, while he isn't slightly embarrassed about being a little physical with you publicly, Grimlock gets a little flustered when you say sparkfelt romantic things to him in front of others. His faceplates heat up slightly. Its cute. Grimlock doesn't hesitate to tell you what he feels about you, he can easily say an "I love you" but having to said back it him makes him feel all flustered. He just smiles like an idiot.

— He won't hesitate to flirt though. The heartfelt stuff might get him all mushy but standard flirting is something he can handle... sort of well. He'll lean in and try to hit you back with something more shameless; its like a game to him. A competition even— And Grimlock likes to get competitive.

— He isn't needy for your touch but he LOVES having your servos caress his face. Keep stroking the plating there with your thumbs. Please? He leans into the touch and basically melts when your trace the scars. His helm on your lap and all of a sudden he's the happiest mech alive.

— Quality time is something he gets plenty of with you. And its the most memorable moments of his lifetime as well. The countless soirees prepared with you by his side. Some of his most fun parties are only fun to him cause you're there with him.

— Probably the most tame Grimlock out there.