#transformers cybertronian reader

He’s happy to be a half attempt at being a little spoon for you. If it means he stays locked in your arms like this, the pressure on his helm feels amazing too! Your optics move looking down to your thighs, where Jetstorm lays limp as your makeshift pillow to keep your thighs apart.

How sweet of him, you always struggle when your thighs touch while you rest, what a sweetspark to offer his help. You can’t see it at this angle, but you can feel his smile from how raised his cheeks are.

“Stormy, are you doing okay too?” you tilt your helm with a grin, chuckling at the mindless hum he offers.

“Am bestest here, most comfortable. Can I recharge here?” Nimble digits caress your outer thigh, weakly trying to pull your thighs silently asking for you to squish him, which You happily give.

Jetstorm groans but his sound is cut off with the squeeze of your thick thighs clamping around his helm, his venting comes out sputtering struggling to work, but the smaller mech whines as You lessens your grip and relaxes.

“No, no, no, again, pleeease?”

“Sweet mech, if I do I think I’d be sending you to the all spark.”

“That is okay with me!” The blue mech leans his helm back trying to look up at you from his spot. Visor gleaming with excitement.

“Aw, but then I’d miss you.” you coo, teasing your sweet mech. Setting your datapad down to stroke his helm, slowly cupping his cheek.

A loud engine revving tears from his chassis, nearly stalling. Cheeks darkening in color as a dopey grin pulls across his dermas.

“Okay okay nevermind, I’m good like this.”

Patting his cheek you let him go, reaching for your datapad once more before a whine stops you.

“But what about me?” Jetfire whines, servos tugging at the wrist that has him locked.

“Oh my fire, I could never forget about you.” You purr, kissing his squished cheek, slowly moving to his forehelm, “I love my bots too much.”

Both positions have pros and cons, but this is paradise, this is why the two wish to die.

Though it might end up being from a rampaging Sentinel who is losing his mind as the twins ignore yet another attempt of contact, leaving Jazz to sit through yet another rant.