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In the Walls: Part 7

Word count: 1,128

Triggers: None

I'm sorry it took so long for me to continue this one....or write in general. I hope there are still a few of you out there that are somewhat excited to read this though.

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You feel Freddy shift his weight, as if turning towards someone, and hear him talking to what sounds like Monty gator. Your heart skips a beat. Him chasing you earlier hadn't helped your fear of the grumpy gator one bit and now you're trapped inside Freddy's stomach hatch while he talks to the oddly scared sounding gator. You step forward a bit, unable to really see much in the darkness inside of your protector but still able to feel around with your hand and make it to the metal casing that opened to let you in originally. Putting your ear up to the wall of sorts you start to hear Monty’s side of the conversation.

“I don't know how I got here! I lost consciousness in my room after you went out to find that little thing and woke up down in the utility tunnels.” The gator says, making your heart skip a beat. He seems to remember seeing and interacting with you and you wish he didn't. In his typical papa bear fashion, Freddy starts trying to comfort the gator.

“It's going to be okay Montgomery. We'll figure out what's going on.” He calms, still very aware of the feeling of the small borrower moving around. Monty is unfortunately having none of Freddy's attempts at calming him.

“I lost control of myself, Fazbear! This isn't a figure it out sort of situation. What the fuck happened?” He yells, clearly irritated and continuing to panic. Freddy flinches at the volume and fights the urge to scold the gator for cussing. Instead he sighs in response.

“I don't know Montgomery. I'm just as confused and concerned as you are.” He explains, making the rather stressed and irritated gator grumble in response and storm off, heading towards his room on rockstar row. Once he's finally out of earshot, Freddy opens his stomach hatch to let you out. Not realizing he was going to do this you start to fall forward, being caught by the ever vigilant bear. Thankfully his hands are oddly soft. “Careful superstar, are you alright?” He asks with concern, hoping you didn't land on your injured arm. Thankfully you hadn't.

“Y-Yes…..I'm fine…..is….is Monty okay? He seemed really scared.” You ask, voice a bit shaky. Freddy sighs at that.

“It seems he experienced something similar to what I did earlier…….did you happen to find anything odd while you were in there little one?” He asks, hoping at least something stood out to you. After a moment you nod and move towards his opened stomach hatch to try and go back inside. You didn't exactly enjoy the experience but wanted to help the bear how you could.

“There was an odd purple light on one of the parts on your endoskeleton. It didn't match anything else around it.” You explain, the bear helping you get back into his abdomen. Once inside you go back towards the purple light you'd mentioned to him. “Should I try to take it out?” You suggest, though you're not exactly keen on doing something like this. After all you don't exactly know much about these animatronics and borrowers don't have much experience with technology to begin with.

“Just a second superstar. Can you please touch where it is and let me scan my systems to make sure it actually is something abnormal? Our mechanics do switch parts between the four of us and Montgomery and Roxanne have purple parts.” The animatronic explains, feeling your unimaginably tiny hand touch the area shortly after. After a moment he scans his systems for anything important located in that area. He couldn't identify what this part might be and it just so happened to be right where the glitch he noticed in his system was. “I cannot find any information from the part you're touching. It is also in the same place as where I identified a glitch in my system earlier. If you can, try to remove it. But please be careful, superstar.”

Nodding in response to what he says, forgetting he can't actually see you currently, you begin looking around the part and feeling with your hands. You're not exactly comfortable doing this but if this really is what caused Freddy to almost kill you, you know you need to get it out before he loses himself again. Eventually you find where the part attached, using your full body weight to pull down on it to get it to detach, but to no avail. Freddy flinches at the pressure on his endoskeleton, feeling your attempts and eventual failure.

“F-Freddy….I can't get it to come out….it's lose but I'm not strong enough to get it to detach. I might have been able to if my arm wasn't broken but I'm not sure.” You explain, feeling defeated and irritated at the same time.

“That's alright superstar. You did your best and I'm proud of you for being so brave.” The bear replies, making you blush. “If you can guide my hand to where it is I could try to detach it myself?” He suggests.

“Okay……just try not to grab me.” You reply, the bear carefully bringing his hand down to his stomach hatch once you give him the go ahead. You carefully approach his hand, bringing an arm up and grabbing one of his fingers to try and start leading him over to the odd device. He lets you take the lead, eventually feeling you push one of his finger tips onto the device in question. He moves carefully, gripping it with his fingers and easily pulling out the device you'd struggled so much to try and get out. The bear brings his hand back out and looks at the device. It certainly doesn't match the scheme of him or any of the others. He scans his systems again to see if removing it did anything and finds that the glitch he'd noted before was now gone.

“I am unsure what this device is for but it was the cause of the glitch in my system. It's possible the others have one of these as well.” The bear explains. You walk towards the front of his stomach hatch to talk to him.

“I don't understand……who would want to control you guys like this?” You ask anxiously, still trying to wrap your head around the idea that you might end up having to climb into the other animatronics to get more of these things out of them. Hopefully they wouldn't be actively trying to attack you when you did. Regardless, even the thought of being seen by them to actually do this sends a chill down your spine.

“I do not know superstar……but I believe it best if we try and find out.”

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OP x reader fluff (TFP)

Relationship: Platonic

Imagine Optimus Prime's face lightning up everytime he sees you coming to the base.

Imagine him immediately asking you how your day went and if you're feeling up to accompany him. He doesn't "needs" you necessarily, but he loves every time he spends with you.

Imagine being on his shoulder, walking around as he does stuff, like checking the monitors, reading a datapad, and so on.

And how he dreads when there's a mission! Poor guy just wants to return to you, you bring him calmness, your patience and understanding makes him feel at peace, as if he doesn't have to always be there for others, instead, you're there for him and you're all enjoying a peaceful and quiet moment, a moment where the pressure lifts from his shoulders a little bit. You're someone he can trust.

And when he gets hurt from a mission, your cute eyes widening with worry makes his spark ache and melt, on one side, he finds it adorable, on the other, he hates making you suffer when seeing him like this. You'll always be on his side when Ratchet checks on him, always caressing the surrounding of the wounded plating, whispering, telling him to be careful, almost at the brink of tears. He just smiles, tells you that he'll be alright, and would do anything to return to you. He'll be more careful next time, even bringing extra muscle when he feels he doesn't need it.

He doesn't tells you, but he loves having you in his servos. You look so delicate, so vulnerable, but so very well protected thanks to him. He loves the feeling of you.

The other bots notice, how he's always with you, and they are so confused, that's not a behavior they expected from their leader. He's so attached to you! But he seems happier to have someone to care for so personally.

And you, you love being with him, he became your safe space, someone who doesn't judge you and is always there when you need, someone with infinite patience that makes you tell yourself "I wanna be just like him".

So here you are, sitting on top of Optimus's chest, reading a book while he's resting his optics, both in peaceful quietness.

You love moments like this.

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💙🩶

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Can you make up how Thundercracker got Buster after the cycle of abuse post and making Thundercracker feel comfort or whatever you can make?

Buster: Origins

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𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐬 -`♡´-

orion pax x human!reader x d-16 and a sprinkle of platonic x elita <3 pocket spouse au

summary: finally, the time has come to meet your spouse! after joining the Pocket Spouse Program — an Earth-Cybertron friendship pact allowing humans to become partners to bots who wish to have their very own human to love, cherish, and treat as their soft, squishy spouses — you’ve been waiting for so long for your turn to come. and as it turns out, this long-awaited day is full of pleasant surprises <3

cw: fluff, canon divergence because tfo takes place bazilion years before humans, a little bit of jealousy and obsessive thoughts, possessiveness, implied polyamory, implied nsfw thoughts (nothing explicit thought)

word count: 3900

shot out to all the anons and non-anons who gave me a lot of great ideas for this au <3

Armed with a travel bag filled with the most useful items and a backpack stuffed with supplies, you stand before the capsule-shaped elevator. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself before stepping into the tight, enclosed space, and enter, sealing your fate. The doors close behind you, and without giving you even a second to prepare, the elevator descends rapidly, taking you towards your new life but not granting enough time to fully shake off the old one.

Not that there was much to shake off, considering you had willingly made the decision to join the Pocket Spouse program. Nothing was holding you on Earth, least of all luck, so you decided to seek it elsewhere. And as it happened, you chose to start your search on a planet inhabited by sentient, enormous, transforming robots who, apparently, had quite the fascination with humans. An extreme new beginning, but after hearing only good things about the living conditions and the way humans were treated with care, you figured — why not, if it meant living in luxury?

Of course, you had considered various scenarios in case the rumors turned out to be a sham. You could end up with anyone. A fetishist, a collector of exotic pets, a hoarder of toys. That was the unknown, stressful factor that the speed of the elevator gave you no chance to tame. The decision of which robotic spouse you would be assigned to also did not belong to you, so all you could do was hope for a stroke of luck that you’d end up with someone normal.

You don’t even have time to take another deep, reassuring breath when the capsule comes to a sharp stop, and almost immediately its sliding doors open.

You’re greeted by a metallic face with distinctly feminine features. Beautiful in its strange, alien way, but also serious. One look is enough to tell you that you’re dealing with a bot who is strict and has no tolerance for nonsense, but your first impression naturally shifts when your eyes and her optics meet. Her metal face softens almost instantly, easing your stress just enough for you to regain feeling in your legs. You step out toward the bot, onto a small platform designed specifically for a species of your size, and with each step, the bot seems to grow to an unsettlingly immense scale.

The room is small — or at least it seems that way as you try to translate its dimensions into the standards of the giants who inhabit this planet — and carelessly sterile in dark gray tones. There’s no doubt it was put together in a rush, without much thought, simply to exist and serve its function. Its barrenness is unsettling. So much for a luxurious life of doing nothing?

The bot straightens and pulls a datapad closer as she finally speaks. “[Name] [Last Name], I presume?” You still can’t get over how easily the metal of her face bends and flexes when needed, as if it were made of rubber.

“Exactly.”

She nods her helm. “My name is Elita One. I am the head of this mining sector, and I also hold responsibility for every pocket spouse assigned here. And unless there is a change in management, you answer to me, you listen to me, and you bring all future requests or orders to me.”

Oh. So you got assigned to the working class. Fine, you’ll adjust as soon as you get proper living conditions. “Alright.” The lack of warmth in her demeanor discourages you from wanting to engage in any future interactions, but if she’s your only lifeline to protection from potential mistreatment, you’ll treat her words as gospel. “Nice to meet you.” You smile and extend a hand toward her. She stares at you hesitantly for a moment before finally reaching out a single digit to complete the greeting.

“Likewise.”

Elita doesn’t withdraw her servo, though; instead, she straightens it and clasps her digits together, gesturing for you to climb onto her palm. “For safety.”

“Oh. Thanks.” You accept the invitation, though a red flag starts waving in your mind. You don’t remain on her servo for long, as Elita smoothly and carefully transfers you onto her shoulder.

“I advise you to be careful,” she warns. “Miners rarely interact with pocket spouses, so they might try to touch you or snatch you up in their servos. Do not try to stand, do not lean over, and above all, do not excite them. A simple wave of your hand is enough to send them into a frenzy. Understood?”

Alright, now the stress is back. You hadn’t expected such strong reactions towards humans, especially since this trend od getting pocket spouses was no longer new. “Wait. I thought pocket spouses were already a well-established concept on your planet.”

“Not in these parts,” she sighs. “On the surface, the sight of humans may not cause much of a stir, but things are different down here. For us miners, pocket spouses are a rarity. Only the best can afford them.”

Oh, so even among a highly advanced race of sentient robots, there was still a harmful caste system in place. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you stammer, because what else is there to say in this situation? When she shoots you a sour glance, you decide to change the subject, hoping to save your image from seeming callous and naïve. You clear your throat. “So, I assume you already have your own pocket spouse?”

She gives you a pointed side-eye. She saw right through your plan.

“Of course, I do. Do I need to repeat myself about being careful, or is everything clear?”

“Clear as day.” You don’t need to see her faceplate to know that this human phrase is unfamiliar to her. Feeling her impatient side-eye on you, you awkwardly correct yourself, “Yes.”

“Good. If you have anything else you’d like to know, now is the time to ask. I assure you, you won’t have time later.”

“My spouse. What are they like?”

“Spouses,” she corrects nonchalantly, not even looking up from her datapad, throwing you completely off.

“Spouses? Do I get one for free?”

Elita does not appreciate your attempt at humor. She sends you a sharp look.

“In a manner of speaking. Officially, a pocket spouse is assigned to a single bot, but there are cases of sharing. Or, if by some miracle, a human ends up with a conjunx. But I haven’t heard of such cases.”

Conjunx? That’s a new word, and it means absolutely nothing to you, but you decide to store it in your memory for later, too distracted by the fact that you’ve been assigned to a pair.

“Okay, I definitely wasn’t expecting that.”

“Does that make you uncomfortable?”

“No. I think? I don’t know yet, you caught me off guard.” You take a deep breath. You’ll manage. Somehow. “So, my spouses. What are they like?”

Elita’s expression darkens, and that, in turn, unsettles you. That couldn’t be a good sign.

“What is it? Did I get assigned to some creeps?”

“Worse,” she huffs. “D-16 is a decent mech and an exemplary miner, and officially, he is your spouse. But Orion —” she grips the datapad tighter as if restraining herself from an outburst “—Orion is the most foolish, irresponsible, and reckless bot on all of Cybertron. And if you think I’m exaggerating, you’re gravely mistaken. He attracts trouble like a magnet and throws himself into it because he is incorrigible. I almost pity you, really, because you couldn’t have gotten a worse match. Even Darkwing would have been a better spouse.”

But… as if fighting her own thoughts, she adds, “For all their recklessness… they worked very hard to have you, and I know they will treat you well. Perhaps clumsily at first, but well. That doesn’t change the fact that Orion has an empty canister instead of a processor, so if he does something idiotic, and he will, you are to report it to me immediately.”

Galncing at the datapad, she adds "Do you want to know anything else? We don't have much time for idle chatter."

"Just one thing. You mentioned that there's already a human in this sector. Can you arrange for us to meet sometime soon? It’d be nice to have occasional contact with someone like me."

"We'll see what can be done," she replies warily, clearly displeased with the idea. Her answer makes it obvious that there's a high chance you’ll be left hanging rather than meeting your fellow human, but you’re not giving up that easily.

"Thanks," you say. Out of politeness, feeling an even stronger urge to stay on her good side.

"Shall we begin?"

You take a deep breath. You’re doing this. You’re meeting your extraterrestrial partners, cementing your future on this planet. Your hesitation lasts only a moment — just a brief weighing of pros and cons, an instant of fighting the urge to turn around and run back to the elevator. Less than a second is all it takes for you to give your answer.

"Yes, I want to meet them."

"Be careful," she warns sharply, one last time. "I've worked too hard for this job to lose it now because of human irresponsibility."

Elita takes a step forward, and you have to grab onto her helm to keep your balance, but thankfully, an exaggerated optic-roll is her only reaction to the excess contact. The next steps aren’t as shocking; by the third, you’ve adjusted to the rhythm of the giant leading you to a set of sliding doors, which she opens with a button on the side.

Your pocket spouses certainly know how to make… an intriguing first impression.

Caught off guard by the sudden opening of the doors, they literally tumble into the room and land on the floor, shooting you a lightning-fast glance before scrambling to their pedes at record speed, straightening up as if nothing happened. Their excited grins grow quickly and they’re clearly contagious, because you feel your own lips curling into a smile.

They look masculine and young, as much as you can say that about beings whose tissues don’t age. What grabs your attention most is the bot with yellow optics. You haven’t seen such a unique color among their kind before. Maybe you haven’t met many bots yet, but you could swear most had blue optics. Interesting... You make a mental note to compliment those bright, captivating optics later.

Your gazes meet, and the mech with the unusual, beautiful optics parts his lips slightly. You get the feeling he wants to say something, but excitement completely paralyzes him.

"Well, that was a stunning performance. Was eavesdropping worth it?"

"Ahem, no... we weren't eavesdropping," Orion defends himself, though his gaze remains fixed on you.

"Forgive us, Elita, you just caught us off guard when you opened the door so suddenly," D-16 adds, having suddenly regained control over his body.

They step closer, as if hypnotized, drawn to minimizing the distance, but Elita halts them with an outstretched arm. They stop, but their lovestruck expressions make it clear that their minds are already revolving solely around you.

"Ugh, pull yourselves together," Elita scolds. "You won’t lay so much as a digit on your pocket spouse until you’ve listened to the protocol, so focus."

"Mhm, yeah, yeah."

"Now do you understand what I was talking about earlier?" she directs at you. "I wish you Primus' patience with these two airheads."

"Oh, come on, they’re quite charming," you remark — but it turns out to be unnecessary, as the eruption of joy at hearing your voice is nearly impossible for even Elita to suppress.

Both of them surge forward, their excited cheers and cooing echoing through the empty room, bombarding you with loud adoration.

"Didn’t I just say something about getting them worked up?!" Elita hisses at you, but the sharp tone doesn’t sit well with your partners, their expressions suddenly sober as they feel the instinct to stand in your defense.

"Elita, leave them alone," Orion intervenes. "They’ve done nothing wrong."

"I knew this would happen," Elita sighs. "Enough. Let me recite the protocol so we can all go our separate ways, because I don’t have time to babysit all of you."

She looks at the two mechs before her to make sure they’re listening, but it quickly becomes evident they have no intention of cooperating today.

"Primus, focus! Do you think I have time to waste? Unlike you, empty cans, I have a ton of work to do and I'd like to finish it before my shift starts."

Still seeing their dazed, absentminded expressions, Elita decides to escalate.

"Do I have to take your pocket spouse away for you to finally pay attention?"

Orion snaps out of his trance first, alarmed at the idea of you being taken away.

"What? No, no! We’re listening now, boss."

"Next time, there won’t be a verbal warning. I’ll smack you both on the helms, and that’ll be the end of your pocket spouse respecting you."

Of course, a reprimanding servo-to-helm contact was unavoidable when it became clear they were drifting off again. But after the protocol was recited, a datapad signed, and you were informed that regular supplies of human fuel and clothing would be delivered to you, the long-awaited moment of your "eviction" from Elita’s shoulder finally arrived.

She steps closer to the two bots, who extend their servos with interlaced small digits toward you so you can transfer safely. Grabbing your bag, you carefully step from her shoulder onto their servo, at last entering physical contact with your spouses.

"You have a few clicks of free time before your shift starts," Elita informs them. "And if you’re even a nanoklik late, I swear you’ll be pulling overtime."

She gives you one last soft, almost sympathetic look, so out of place with her previous authoritative tone before leaving, closing the door behind her.

Two pairs of optics focus on you.

You gaze into them, sinking into the moment, finally understanding what Elita meant about their fascination with humans. Because looking into their dazzling optics, brimming with excitement and adoration, you find yourself experiencing that same fascination with their alien race, even though you’ve met other bots before.

You can truly call yourself a pocket spouse now, completely leaving your past life behind. And you sincerely hope this one will be better. That Orion and D-16 will make it so, though you have no guarantee.

"Hello," you say warmly.

"Hi," they reply almost simultaneously.

D-16 can’t hold back any longer. He extends his servo toward you, eager to finally acquaint himself with the texture of your body, but he hesitates the moment he feels you shiver ever so slightly, struck by your fear.

"Ah, I’m sorry, don’t be afraid," he says.

A bad start. A very bad start. He worries he’s already tainted your budding relationship, that his reckless excitement has scared you enough that you won’t give him a chance to open up. But you quickly soothe his fears.

"It’s okay, really. You can touch me if you want."

Their youthful, boyish excitement returns, softening their handsome metal faces — and your heart along with them.

"Just be careful," you remind them. "Humans are quite prone to accidental squishing."

"We’ll remember," D-16 promises. "We’d never hurt you. Right, Orion?"

"Of course. You’ll be completely safe with us."

"Alright, I believe you." Not entirely. You want to believe them. But if what Elita said was true, then they would stay true to their word if they worked so hard to be assigned a human. Only fools would deliberately destroy the fruits of their labor. "So? Do you want to touch your pocket spouse?"

Your pocket spouse. Your. Theirs. Theirs and only theirs.

It’s a dangerous thought for a miner, because the concept of ownership had been limited to just a recharge station and the locker next to it. Everything else was shared. Shared washracks, shared habsuites, shared berths for resting. There was no room for theirs.

But you were theirs. Truly, undeniably, and tangibly theirs. Only theirs. And they wanted it to stay that way. Theirs to touch, theirs to give attention to, theirs to talk to and compliment. Not for Jazz, not for Wheeljack, not for Sideswipe, and no longer for Elita. Theirs. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time because you were burdening them with responsibilities they had never known before. Theirs. They couldn’t rely on anyone else anymore.

They exchange a brief, knowing glance. Theirs. They cannot ruin this. They cannot make mistakes. You have to like them, just as they instantly fell in love with you, and see them as good spouse material. They will show you that they can take care of you. Their pocket spouse. Theirs. Only theirs.

"What’s wrong? You don’t want to?" you ask teasingly, snapping them out of the traps of their own thoughts.

"Oh, Primus, of course we do. Very much. You have no idea how much," Orion confesses.

They were both brave, but it’s Orion who makes the first move. His servo finds your back, pressing against it with a single digit. Soft. Oh, so soft.

Once, he asked Elita what her pocket spouse felt like, and that was the answer he got. He didn’t understand it then. What was softness? What kind of sensation was it? What could he compare it to? But now… now he knew that softness was you, and you were softness. And if he could, he would never let you go.

"Wow, incredible. D, this is incredible, unlike anything else. You’re… extraordinary!"

He gently strokes your back, and you allow yourself to wrap your hand around his massive metal finger, which Orion welcomes with a beaming, delighted smile. How was it possible that your servo was even softer? Or maybe somewhere else, you were even softer still. He’d heard that humans and Cybertronians were compatible, and though he knows it’s not exactly proper to let his mind drift into impure, carnal territories so early in the relationship, cannot stop himself from dreaming of drowning in your softness. Wants to be surrounded by it. Wants to be suffocated by it. Wants to feel it after every shift, wake up in it and recharge.

Impatient with his partner’s sluggishness and selfishness, D-16 clicks his glossa.

"Move your digit, Pax, it’s my turn now."

It takes Orion a few nanokliks to pull himself away from his indecent thoughts. He doesn’t want to let you go, doesn’t want to be more than a few centimeters away from you ever again, but he knows D will smack him on the still-fresh sore spot left by Elita on his helm if he doesn’t pull his servo back. So he does. And immediately, he is consumed by an overwhelming sense of loneliness and emptiness, as if his life has suddenly become incomplete. He already wants to come back to you.

D-16’s reaction is similar. Awe at the new but pleasant texture manifests in his slightly parted intake and quick strokes across your back, searching for and discovering softness. Where your hand meets his digit, an incomparable warmth spreads, giving him a sense of completeness. You, him, and Orion. Three puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly, finally reunited after years of separation.

"I’m glad you like me," you laugh. "That’s a good start, huh?"

"It was good the moment we saw you," Orion says. "Really, we couldn’t have imagined a better pocket spouse."

"You’re too kind," you reply. You know they’re speaking from excitement, their minds weaving intricate visions and fantasies about life with a pocket spouse — visions that might not be so rosy in reality — but you don’t want to ruin it for them. Especially since you want to find a good life here, too. You want to be happy, regardless of the expectations they unknowingly place upon you. If they want to play house, you’ll join them. If they have a human fetish, you’ll indulge them in that too. "I think we’ll be happy together, won’t we? I’d like that."

"We will, for sure!" Orion assures enthusiastically.

"We know we’re just lousy miners, and you won’t have any luxuries," D-16 adds, earning a sharp elbow to the side from Orion. "I wasn’t finished, Pax." He elbows him back. "But we’ll do our best to make sure you have a good life with us. We’ll do everything for you. We’ll get… almost anything, but if you need something from the city, just say the word! Orion or I will get you food, clothes, whatever you need."

"Thanks, you’re sweet," you say, touched by their words. "I know I can’t do much, but maybe I can repay you somehow?"

"Just having you here is enough for now," D-16 says, smiling softly, enchanted by your question.

"Will you touch us again?" Orion asks, only to immediately receive a frustrated elbow. "What? They asked first."

D-16 pinches the bridge of his nose, unable to believe his partner’s tactlessness. Orion’s talent for making things worse had to affect you, it just had to. Just like every fragging time, it would fall on his shoulders to get them out of trouble, and in this case, to make sure you saw them as normal and worthy of being your spouses. They cannot mess this up. At any cost.

Which is why D is surprised when he hears your soft laughter. He lifts his servo from his faceplate and looks at you hopefully. So their relationship wasn’t ruined by Orion’s loose vocalizer?

"Of course. Come closer," you say, encouraging them further by crooking a finger.

Two massive faceplates move toward you simultaneously until they finally touch. They’re so close that you can stroke their cheeks, and so you do, slowly running your fingers over warm, living metal, drowning in their proximity. Orion and D-16 press into your hands, leaning into the comforting, though foreign, softness — now only theirs. Not for perching on Elita’s shoulder anymore. For them. Theirs to be petted, theirs to be embraced.

They could spend a lifetime in this room if it meant constant cheek-stroking and being spoiled by you. Oh, how they couldn’t wait for your shared life. Waking up with you. Coming back to their recharge stations after a hard day’s work, knowing someone was waiting for them. Spending time together. Telling you about Megatronus and Sentinel, showing off their merch, sharing every detail of their lives, and begging you to tell them about yours. About your planet, your interests, your human life — so they could make your life here as good as possible, desperately vying for your affection.

You will like them. You must. Because they already adored you, unconditionally devoted to their beloved pocket spouse. Theirs.

Relaxed and overwhelmed with contentment, they let their engines hum louder.

"Oh? You like this that much?" you ask, totaly not planning to exploit the bots’ ability to purr purely for your own selfish pleasure.

"Very much," Orion rumbles.

"You’re the best," D-16 adds.

For a moment, they open their optics, their gaze focused on you. And the trust flickering within them, the fervor of emotions burning away reason convinces you that you chose well by deciding to become a pocket spouse.

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Ahem- excuse me but-

YES YES PLS SOFT SPOT FOR PART 2!!!

WHOEVER WHO REQUESTED THAT THANK YOU!!! LOL

I'm not the one who asked the soft spot fic, but I'd love for part 2 if you're free, thank you sm💎🪽

Soft Spot (TFP Optimus X Bay Optimus X Human Reader) (Part 2)

Summary: Between two legendary Optimus Primes, you found love beyond dimensions. Their devotion was unwavering, their sparks yours. But as the desert night promised peace, a Decepticon struck, They catch wind of the Autobots’ unusual attachment to you and target you, believing you to be a weakness. A battle ensues where both Optimuses fight with terrifying precision, proving that nothing will take you from them.

PLS READ PART 1 BEFORE READING PART 2!!!

Word limit: 1,136 words

The peace of the desert night was shattered by a sudden explosion, the impact shaking the very foundation of the Autobot base. Sirens blared as red warning lights illuminated the darkened halls. You barely had time to react before the comm-link in your ear crackled to life.

"[Your Name]!" TFP Optimus's voice was urgent, edged with something you had never heard before—fear. "Stay where you are. We are coming."

Before you could respond, a shadow loomed over you. A Decepticon, Lockdown, dark and jagged, emerged from the smoke, optics glowing a menacing crimson. A cruel smirk curled across its metallic face. "So this is the human the Primes have grown so fond of," it sneered. "How... interesting."

You stepped back, heart pounding, but your resolve did not waver. "If you think they’ll let you take me, you’re dumber than you look."

Lockdown chuckled darkly. "Oh, I’m counting on them coming. That’s the point."

Before you could dodge, a massive servo reached out, snatching you up in an unrelenting grip. You struggled, kicking and twisting, but the Decepticon was too strong.

Then, in the distance, the unmistakable sound of a transformation sequence roared through the night. The ground trembled as two towering figures emerged from the dust and flames—TFP Optimus and Bayverse Optimus.

TFP Optimus’s optics burned with righteous fury, his blaster already aimed. "Release her. Now."

Bayverse Optimus took a single step forward, his voice a low, menacing growl. "If you so much as scratch her, I will tear you apart piece by piece."

The Decepticon hesitated, but before it could react, the two Primes charged.

Bayverse Optimus was the first to strike, transforming mid-motion and slamming into the enemy, sending them skidding backward. TFP Optimus followed up with precise, calculated strikes, forcing the Decepticon to release you as it reeled from the combined assault.

You hit the ground hard but scrambled to your feet just in time to see Bayverse Optimus grab Lockdown by the throat, lifting them effortlessly.

"You made a fatal mistake," he snarled, optics glowing with barely contained rage. "You touched what is ours."

With a single, brutal motion, he threw the Decepticon into the canyon walls, the impact sending cracks through the rock. TFP Optimus stood beside him, his blade humming with energy. "Leave now, or suffer the consequences."

Lockdown, battered and barely functioning, transformed and fled into the night, engine sputtering.

Bayverse Optimus immediately turned, scanning you for injuries. "Are you hurt?"

TFP Optimus knelt beside you, his optics filled with worry. "We should have never left you alone."

You exhaled, still catching your breath, but you managed a smirk. "Next time, let’s make sure they regret even thinking about messing with us."

A look passed between the two Primes—pride, admiration, and something even deeper.

TFP Optimus's voice was soft but firm. "They will never touch you again."

Bayverse Optimus nodded, stepping closer, his voice filled with absolute conviction. "Because now, they know the truth—you are ours."

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Hiii, may I request a tfp optimus prime x reader (fluff and cutesy cuddle time? )

Thank you and hope you have a good day! :D

Safe In Your Arms (Tfp Optimus Prime X Human Reader) Oneshot!

The hum of the Autobot base was soft in the background—machines whirring, distant conversations from the others, the occasional clink of Ratchet working late into the night. But in your little corner of the base, it was just you and Optimus.

You were nestled comfortably against him, resting in the massive palm of his servo as he leaned back against the wall, the gentle glow of his optics watching you with quiet adoration. His other hand carefully cradled your back, his touch light but steady—protective yet impossibly tender.

“You seem at ease,” Optimus murmured, voice deep and smooth, rumbling beneath you like distant thunder.

You smiled sleepily, nuzzling into his warm metal plating. “That’s because I am,” you admitted. “You’re like a giant, sentient heated blanket. Who wouldn’t be relaxed?”

Optimus let out a soft chuckle, the rare sound vibrating through his frame. “I do not believe I have ever been compared to a blanket before.”

“Well, you are now. A very cozy one,” you teased, shifting slightly to get even more comfortable. His armor, though solid and strong, held a warmth that you had come to love—constant and steady, like a beacon of safety in your life.

Optimus gazed down at you with an expression so soft it made your heart ache. “It brings me great comfort to know that you feel safe in my presence,” he said, his thumb gently stroking along your side in an absentminded, soothing motion.

You sighed happily, reaching up to place a hand against his plating. “Always. I trust you with everything, Optimus.”

For a moment, he said nothing—only watching you, processing your words as if they carried a weight he was both grateful for and deeply humbled by. Then, with a rare, gentle affection, he brought you closer, resting his helm lightly against you in an almost human-like embrace.

“As I trust you,” he murmured. “Rest now. I will keep watch.”

You smiled against his plating, the sound of his spark a steady lullaby in your ears. “You know,” you mused, looking up at him, “for someone so big and strong, you’re incredibly gentle.”

Optimus tilted his head slightly, his expression softening. “With you, I must be.” He hesitated for a moment before adding, “You are… infinitely precious to me.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. “Optimus…”

His servo lifted, cupping you carefully, his thumb stroking soothing circles against your side. “I would keep you here forever if you wished it.” His voice was softer now, almost reverent. “To hold you, to cherish you… It is a privilege I do not take lightly.”

You felt warmth rise to your cheeks as you nuzzled closer, tucking yourself fully into his embrace. “Then don’t let go,” you whispered.

Optimus exhaled slowly, a deep, contented sound, as his arms curled protectively around you. “Never,” he murmured, his optics fluttering shut. “Rest, my spark. I am yours… as you are mine.”

And as you lay there, safe and cradled in his hold, you knew there was no place in the universe you would rather be.

P.s. I hope you like it!!

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My stop motion assignment for school

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Role model

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💙🩶

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first post, im going 2 hell

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"Look what I found, Sunshine!!"🔆💕

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i empurata'd optimus prime as a warmup sketch, sorry