*!!!WARNING: HAHAHAHAHA! PREPARE FOR SOME AWKWARDNESS AND EMBARRASSMENT!!!*

Megatron

There you stood, face glowing red and heart pounding as you looked on. 

'This isn't appropriate!' your mind screamed at you, but your eyes ignored it. If they saw something they liked, they be staring! 

You decided to go do something in the training room, not that you really remembered what that was at this moment. When entering, you were met with the image of shirtless human-Megatron working out on the bench press. 

The warlord huffed as he lifted the weight again, chest and shoulders moving rhythmically. Sweat gave his body a glow. You trailed your eyes along with one drop as it slowly glided down his flexing, toned muscle.

'With a body like that, no wonder no-one opposes him...' 

"(Y/N)?" 

"NOTHING!" You jump. 

Megatron raised an eyebrow as he wiped some sweat off with a towel. "Are you not going to join me?" 

"O-Oh! Yes! Yes of course. I was just, uhm...Stretching first!" You bent down to touch your feet then came up to do three star-jumps. "Warming up is important you know." 

The man just looked at you like you were crazy then went to go shoot his cannon...

...still shirtless.

Starscream

"HNNNGGGG!" 

You watched on as Starscream pulled at a jar of pickles' lid. He was red in the face from putting in so much effort. 

"HHHNNNGGGGAAAA! WHY WON'T YOU OPEN!?" 

You managed to rush over to the enraged man and catch his wrist just in time to prevent him from flinging the jar across the room. "Whoa there Star. That's not how you do it." 

He allowed you to slowly lower his arm. "OH!? Then please tell me what is!"

With a sigh, you take the glass container from him. "Here, let me." 

"By all means," he grumbles, standing back to lean against the counter, arms folded.

Returning your attention to the jar, you take a hold of the lid and turn it with as much strength as you could muster.

...Perhaps a bit too much.

The jar's lid came off, but as the container was jerked by the release of force, all the sweet-sour contents spilled on you.

Starscream's chuckle reaches your ears. The man was almost doubled over as the laughter escapes him. Wiping away a stray tear, he walked closer to you and, reaching into the jar, took out the only remaining pickle. "Oh, my dear (Y/N). I do not believe that's the correct way to open it either."

He took a bite of the pickle and walked off, leaving you a blushing mess.

Soundwave

Back when you just started gaining Soundwave's trust, the mech took you to your old house to fetch some things that you felt were important to you. Some of these things were put into use throughout your time with him, but others stayed in their boxes.

Soundwave, not being able to work like he had when he was Cybertronian, found it interesting to search through these boxes. You never minded it really, until you found that some of the things weren't returned.

"Hey Soundwave? Did you by any chance take my-?Where did you get that!?" You tread towards Soundwave who was flipping through the pages of a photo album along with the creations- a bright blush creeping onto your face.

"The box," he stated, not looking up. He was smiling broadly as he turned yet another page. 

"Awww, look at this one!" "Little (Y/N) was so CuTe!~" the twins gushed.

"No! Nope! Soundwave, please stop." You beg the man. He shakes his head, smirk widening as your blush darkens. 

You didn't know cats could chuckle, but Ravage most certainly did. 

"Whoops! This one's where baby (Y/N) took a bath. Just look at those wittle butt cheeks!" 

You groaned and hid your face with a cushion- Soundwave not stopping his invasion of your privacy.

Knockout

Just like you always expected, Knockout tended to spend a lot of time in the mornings showering, and even longer to do his hair. 

This meant that you found yourself lucky when the bathroom door was open. Looking back and forth, you spotted no sign of the red-haired man. Taking your chance, you quickly headed into the room. 

Turns out, it was indeed occupied.

Your breath hitched as Knockout came around the corner.

The man had obviously just gotten out of the shower; he had but only a towel around his waist, allowing his firm midriff to show. Water still dripped from his wild, fiery locks onto his shoulders, giving him a handsomely messy look. 

He looked like a model from some kind of shampoo advertisement.

"Sorry Doll," the doctor sighs and drags a hand through his hair to comb it out. "You know how long it takes to get the right water temperature."

Well he certainly wasn't feeling awkward about you walking in on him. 

"Uh huh..." The heat rushes to your cheeks. "I-It's fine! Really!" Your smile was perhaps too wide as you bashfuly chuckled. "T-Take your time!" You stepped around the corner so only your upper body was visible. "I'll just be...doing...something...over there." 

There was no way that you would've been able to handle the attractive smirk he threw your way.

Breakdown

"Thanks for the help with my hair Gary. I really wasn't in the mood for a bad hair day." You smiled at the human-vehicon. 

"It's nothing (Y/N)." His cheeks tint pink as he fumbled with his hands. "I think you look beautiful." 

"Aww, Gary! Thank you so much." You give him a big hug, the young man happily returning it.

"Thanks for letting me hang out with you while Steve and Kevin are on an assignment."

"You're welcome here any time, my friend. Breakdown and I are happy to have you." You look around. "Speaking of which, he's been surprisingly quiet. I'm going to see what's holding him up."

"Okay," Gary said and went to sit on the couch as you went to the other room you last saw Breakdown in. 

When entering, you regretted it. 

"Hey (Y/N)! I think I pull it off pretty well!" Breakdown grinned and posed- a frilly bra clasped over his bare chest having been the clothing article that was being modeled.

Clasping your hands over your suddenly burning face, you shake your head "...Breakdown...? Just...why?" 

He just shrugged. 

"Okay...Maybe get dressed before Gary sees...this? I don't want his innocence taken away." You suggest.

"Before I see what?" Gary peeked from around the corner just in time to witness Breakdown's form diving behind the bed with a thud.

Within seconds he popped back up, wearing a shirt. "Oh nothing. Just doing some pushups." He flashed you a cheeky grin.

"Pushups...?" Gary frowns, "Why is (Y/N)'s face so red?" 

"Oh, you know how femmes are around handsome mechs like us."

Predaking

Shockwave left you and Predaking to your own devices once again so he may go do whatever it was that the scientist had to do. These devices consisted of both you and Predaking eating. That was, until he stole some of your food. 

No-one steals (Y/N)'s food and gets away with it.

This crime resulted in you throwing a chair at him in a moment of blind rage. Predaking was lucky the chair didn't hit him, but rather struck the wall. Not that he was fased at all; he liked it when you showed some strength.

After you claimed down and the regret of what you did started to settle, the two of you tried to fix the broken piece of furniture.

"I think it's fine," you said as you inspected it. 

"I am uncertain. The one leg of seems to be an odd angle..." 

"Preda, it's alright. Look!" You sat down on it to prove its sturdiness- too bad it wasn't exactly that. With a creak and a snap, you were on the ground.

Predaking immediately came to your aid. "(Y/N)? Are you alright?" 

"I'm fine!" you tried to reassure him. "I'm- Ow!" Your heads bumped, making a hollow thud, when he tried picking you up. "Sorry. I-" Then you tripped on the piece of wood that used to be the chair-leg and fell backwards, hitting the back of your head as well. 

Predaking loomed over you and chuckled. "I believe this is what you humans call 'karma'." Your cheeks flushed a bright red. 

The chair took revenge.