#almost have the Autobot one done :>

[zeropro]

Hi, what are your thoughts on Megatron? Most Starscream fans don't have very positive ones about him lol, but everyone is different and I would like to know that you think

I like Megatron okay, he doesnt bother me but im not like jumping up and down for megatron content yknow? but I get not liking Megatron as a Starscream fan. It's just, you can't deny how intrinsically the two characters are tied together. Really can't have Starscream without Megatron, which is unfortunate for someone like me who does not like drawing Megatron lol!

Maybe the reason most Starscream fans dont like Megatron is because of their abusive relationship? And let's be clear, due to the power imbalance, I do interpret it as an abusive relationship. Despite how much we like to joke that Starscream deserves the punishment he gets (I'm not entirely sure how attempted murder/political assassination attempts factor into an abuse allegory) no one ACTUALLY deserves to be abused. The fact that Starscream is low key also evil and has done evil things is a separate issue from Megatron's abuse of him, we can hold him accountable for the one while also having sympathy because of the other. For me personally tho? Megatron abusing Starscream doesnt make me dislike the character at all, it's honestly the main draw of the dynamic for me. Maybe I just like to see my blorbos suffer…

The G1 Cartoon Megatron is probably the most fun, and I think this dynamic is the most on the level in terms of Starscream dishing back as much as Megatron gives him. They're all just bullies on the playground, their toxic back and forths feel a lot more slap stick and silly than actual abuse. What makes it work I think is that Megatron is not as crazy powerful as he is in later continuities, and Starscream responds to the abuse like a cartoon villain, immediately bouncing back and plotting his revenge, so it's funny rather than upsetting! I also find it hilarious how Megatron is weirdly nice to all the other Decepticons who aren't Starscream lmao? G1 Cartoon Megatron is a 10/10 for me.

If G1 cartoon's Megatron and Starscream are more on an even playing field, Prime Megatron is like the opposite of that. Prime Megatron is so impossibly powerful it almost feels like no one has a chance against him in a fight, and Prime Starscream is so scrunkly and small it's almost laughable. I think I feel the most pity for Prime Starscream when he gets beat up by Megatron, but he almost always makes up for it by being possibly the most evil of the Starscreams. I like how in the third season, he genuinely seems happy to finally dedicate himself fully to Megatron, but you just know how much he'd been beaten down and broken over and over again to even get to that point. Good for him for trying to get revenge in the sequel series. As for Megatron himself, I think more often than not when I am reading fics I see Prime Megatron in my head, and it's his voice I hear. What can I say, it was the first Transformers show I watched haha. Do I love how his redemption arc was handled? Not particularly, it sorta came out of nowhere, felt really rushed, and he just goes away anyway so we don't even get anything out of it. I like redemption arcs in general, but I don't necessarily think this particular Megatron needed one.

To be perfectly honest, I didn't think the 2005 IDW Megatron deserved one either, only because when it comes to over powered, unstoppable, irredeemably evil Megatrons, this one ranked right up there if we take into consideration everything he did before Dark Cybertron. His redemption does kinda come out of nowhere. But like, idk mang! It's also really fun? Like, Bumblebee carrying him around cuz his pants got blown off is hilarious! Him actually upset at Bumblebee's death and then taking Bumblebee's Autobot badge and putting it on over his own was sweet! Him dealing with the crazy crew of the Lost Light is a lot of fun! And him actually having to confronting and deal with what he's done (and other characters dealing with him dealing with it) is a lot more interesting than just him dying. idk. The comics have been around for years by that point, and passed through the hands of many writers, so if a little handwaving and a little contrivance and a little suspension of disbelief is what is required for us to have an honestly pretty fun take on Megatron, I think I'm okay with that.

I do have one complaint tho, mostly based on content I haven't read yet so take it with a grain of salt. I have been told that the adjacent series to the Lost Light Megatron stuff covers Starscream's side of the story and that it does actually address his abuse at the hands of Megatron. My problem is that apparently (and again I haven't read that far yet so this is just hearsay, but apparently) the writers on the Lost Light Megatron stuff didn't get the memo so while Megatron feels bad for and is working at redemption for all the evil war stuff he did to everyone, the one thing he doesnt regret is apparently his treatment of Starscream? Haha, like come on! on the one hand it's really disappointing to me because id like the catharsis of Megatron’s remorse, but...on the other hand, I guess it's kinda true to life actually. Your abusers are people, and they can change and grow and become better, but it doesnt mean they will ever become better for you. It doesnt mean they will ever apologize or even feel bad for what they did. Maybe theres something to be said about having to move on and heal without that. I guess whether this is a complaint I maintain will depend on how its handled.

I get that some people don't think Megatron should ever get a redemption arch, because he's an abuser, a monster, a tyrant, and an evil warlord, and it's completely fair for your stance to be that he should just be killed and that would be justice. I personally really like continuities that treat him more like just some guy. I think Starscream put it best in 2005 IDW during Megatron's trial when he said Megatron wasn't some political genius or the most gifted strategist. He wasn't even the most evil man. In IDW, Megatron started out as a social advocate from the lower class, and despite the problematic narrative of "the bad guy had a point and just did advocacy wrong/went too far," I think the idea that Megatron kinda got swept up by his own hype and was used by people and powers more devious than he is a compelling one.

Starscream is Starscream, so who knows how much of what he says is true and how much is him lying, but this idea just rings true to me. It humanizes him. If handled well, I'm honestly not opposed to stories redeeming Megatron. I'm also not opposed to stories treating him like the devil and just killing him lol. I love a character that can do both!

Uh uh, what else. Earthspark Megatron is nice, I like him. There's...a bit of cognitive dissonance in trying to reconcile the things he chastises Optimus Prime for and the idea that he still was a ruthless warlord at one point, both of which continue to be left unexplored. Transformers One Megatron is neat, I was worried going in how they would handle the switch from Orion Pax's brother to lets start a 4-6 million year war, but like, I like the way he actually was super okay with accepting his lot in life. Like obviously he didnt like it but he didnt see a point in fighting it, and that adamant complacency as a coping mechanism is what lead to his feelings of rage and betrayal by the end. Also I think its hilarious how much younger he is from all the other Decepticon high command, especially Starscream XD.

I don't think I've read or watched anything else with Megatron in it. Man, I wrote a lot. At the end of the day, Megatron is a good character, I like the role he plays in Transformers, I'm not like actually that interested in him on his own but more what he brings to the table when considering Starscream's character. You can't have one without the other! Do I ship them? No, not really, no more than any other ship. But I'll still read Megastar stuff cuz sometimes you just want to watch two people be toxic and make it hurt so good. I'll always prefer Trine stuff anyway ha! Have fun out there!

[rabotimagines]

"Pet names" pt2 GN! BOT Reader + Prowl, Ratchet, Blaster, Bumblebee, Skyfire

Summary: Reader has become partial to using human pet names for everyone.

Warnings: none.

Genre/Theme: Platonic/with hints of crush

G1 characters included: Prowl, Ratchet, Blaster, Bumblebee, Skyfire.

Notes: Cybertronian Reader, Reader is around Ironhides age so older in mind

Pronouns: You, your, yours, them, they

Prowl is trying to get a verbal review of your report while finishing up his own. You've all been busy the past week, so you're walking through the ark hall while conversing. And you finish, so you move to hand him the physical report on the datapad. "Here you go, Pudding."

Prowl full-on stops in place when he hears what you say, fully expecting his audials to be glitching. "What did you just say?"

"Here you go, Pudding." You hold the datapad out, still completely unperturbed by what you'd just done and even more so when having to repeat it. Prowl processor lags- Because you're calling him- human pet names of all things without reason. But he forces his system to straighten out and consider your personality. This stops it from getting worse since this may just be you behaving like... you.

"You know my designation." Prowl settles on stating the fact.

"I do." You stated back, still wordlessly holding the datapad for him to take. Annoyance slowly seeps into Prowls frame at the exchange, and he takes the datapad from you.

Prowl gives you a long calculating look. "Do not do it again." He settled on.

You just shrugged, a small smirk curling on your derma. "Okay later then, Pumpkin." You turn and leave before Prowl comprehends this pet name, which makes his helm snap to your retreating form.

Prowl does not enjoy it. The incessant pet names you'd elected to now refer every autobot with. His wings twitch in annoyance whenever you call him "Pumpkin" or "Pudding" or allspark forbid "Peaches." Optimus fully pauldron shaking laughed the first time you'd called him that one. You humiliating Prowl was not how he wanted Optimus to get his R&R. However, he will tolerate it slightly more when Optimus is in the room. If not to watch you make a fool of Optimus, instead of him. Prowl had attempted to scold you the first time he'd seen you call Optimus "Sweetspark." their leaders' finials had pulled back when you'd done so- Optics brightened. But Optimus informed Prowl that he actually does enjoy the pet names. Prowl doesn't understand even after Oprimus's explanation of the supposed "benefits" of your behavior.

But he does look and watch after that and must conceded that there was- some, however mild, merit to the autobots general mood when you'd use your pet names. It was merely a bother in Prowls system, but he supposed he could make the sacrifice for the morale of the autobots.

Prowl wouldn't like it, however.

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Ratchets resetting your leg juncture back into place after a battle. You hadn't bothered to come to him till after he got through everyone else. You'd apparently "forgotten" about it in the hustle of making sure everyone else got seen first. Slag is what it was, and Ratchet made sure you knew exactly what he thought. It realigns and clicks into place with you digging a servo against his pauldron with a hissing vent. You relaxed your jaw and nod in gratitude. "Ha- Thanks, love."

Ratchet almost coughs in shock, his plating flaring a touch. But after years of hearing everything from patients in pain or in surgery high on something, he just clicks his glossia. "Next time, don't forget to mention your own injuries."

Ratchet had assumed it was just a slip of the glossia at the time due to the pain and let it slide. Then the next time you're reporting from Optimus to him and call him "Handsome." And he's asking you to repeat that, which you shamelessly do with a smirk. Ratchet scoffed and told you he wasn't going to go any easier on you the next time you forget to come in. No matter how much you try flattering him. Then he sees you with the other autobots and learns you've simply picked this up as a habit.

Ratchet has to resist the urge to roll his optics every time you do it with him. He's gone from being prickly in response with you to half seriously threatening to short your mouth circuit if you didn't stop. But you only continued to do just that. Whenever you called him "Love," his damn spark hummed a touch louder. You've realized that too and tend to only use that more often or not. Much to his- exasperation. Ratchet does enjoy the casual affection to a degree. Reminds him of his younger days. The easier ones. So he doesn't ever throw a wrench at you for the pet names themselves.

Ratchet does definitely enjoy watching the others more than being on the receiving end. Watching Optimus's finials twitch, then pull forward slightly and his plating fluffing in response. Or Ironhide looking like he was going to blow a minor fuse from how bright his own optics were while he unsuccessfully tried to get you to stop. Even Prowls door wings twitching in obvious disdain makes Ratchet crack a smirk at least. So Ratchet let's it be for the most part. They could use some "softer" interactions around the base.

...

He's still telling you to stop whenever you do it to him, though.

-

Blasters cool with it. He's been in it with the humans at parties or at clubs (the ones he could fit in anyway.) And he's seen and even been on the receiving end of flirting pet names on the occasion. You calling him "Babe" didn't trigger much but an amused smirk. Blaster will return a few casual pet names himself a "Babe" here and there. But what is not cool is Jazz and you being as cringe inducing as possible on his audials. Blaster is sooooo sick of being subjected to you and Jazz's "flirting." It ain't flirting it's a failing clown show!

You'll get more of a fond smile when Blaster sees you pet naming his cassettes. They all fumbled a touch when you'd called them something with sweetness in your tone. Steeljaw, like always, is aloof and focused when you're on the clock. But when you're off? Just chilling at the ark? Steeljaw is a little slagger. Rewind and Eject at least have the decency to only do it when it's natural. Steeljaw will seek you out with his olfactory when you're both off duty to get called sweet names by you.

"I'm so glad you're still here, Foxy." You waved at Jazz, who was standing next to Blaster.

"And I'm so glad to see you too, Snookums." Jazz's tone is so absurd it actually makes Blaster feel physically tired.

"And I'm gonna purge." Blaster bluntly remarks, causing you both to turn to him, then share a look with each other. Jazz smiles in a way Blaster recognizes and is immediately cautious. Blaster jolts when you're suddenly leaning into his space. Your digits are now just barely tracing his boombox buttons.

You smile like a felinoid, and Blasters tries to back up, but Jazz is suddenly pressing up behind him, preventing his escape. Jazz's arms even wrapped around Blasters middle. You speaking makes his gaze snap back to you. "Come on, Baby, don't you wanna have some fun?" You worried your optical ridge, and Blasters glossia is feeling really thick in his mouth now.

Then, his dock compartment snaps open of its own accord, and Steeljaw ejects and forms right into your arms. You just chuckle and heft his cassette into a more comfortable position. "Hey baby! I know you won't say no to a little TLC, Blaster, however..."

Blaster, now broken out of that little trance, shook to break out of Jazz's hold. Jazz, however, did not release him - "Sorry Blaster! You're not approved for release until you enjoy at least five compliments from both of us!" Like pit Blaster was! He wasn't sticking around to hear the kind of slag you both called flirting! Blaster looked at Steeljaw for help only to slack at the smile on his cassettes muzzle. The little traitor!

-

Bumblebee isn't ambushed by it like the others- He's already heard through the autobot gossip about your new little routine. So he's mostly prepared and more wondering when/what you'd call him. You haven't used a pet name with him yet, so he's waiting on his pedes for it to happen. He half ends up wondering if you'll exclude him for some reason when you finally do it after a minor battle with the cons.

You're doing head count and injury report for Ratchet and get to him. Bumblebee almost trips, but you catch his arm and steady him. "Careful Honey, don't injure yourself after the battle."

Bumblebees optics burn only a touch brighter, but he's mostly amused. "Honey? Because of my designation translation?"

You just smirked, your own amusement growing in your em field. Bumblebee could feel it with how close you were right now. You leaned a touch further into his space. "What? Can't be because you're so sweet?" The heady wave of playful affection in your field mixed with that makes Bumblebees optics brighten in embarrassment proper. You just chuckled and squeezed his arm before moving to continue to make your post battle rounds. While Bumblebee wordlessly watched you go.

Bumblebee enjoys the attention even if it's admittedly embarrassing. Bumblebee thinks he might almost enjoy seeing the other autobots' reactions more than getting your attention himself. Almost anyway. While yeah it's definitely funny watching Ironhide especially try and get you to stop. Bumblebee enjoys each time you share a pet name with him just a little bit more. Bumblebee does admittedly feel a bit giddy whenever it happens. It makes him stand up a bit taller and makes him smile a touch whenever he hears it. A small rush of confidence courses through him every time.

The first time you called Bumblebee, "Lovebug." Though? Bumblebee walked right into one of the ark walls.

-

"Hey, teddy bear!" Teddy bear-? The small plush toys human children carry around? Skyfire stops when you call it out in the ark hallway, because he had no clue who you'd be directing the name towards... only to watch you wander right up to him. Skyfires optics widen a touch when you stop in front of him and look at him expectantly.

"Am I...?" Skyfire wondered aloud.

You only smirked and simply held out a datapad for him to take "Yeah you, teddy bear, need you to review this for me so I can approve it for Perceptor or not."

"I- Alright." Skyfire took the datapad unsure if he should ask about the name or not.

"Thank you, Darling." Now that one makes Skyfires optics brighten a touch. But you just salute him with two digits and go on your way again.

Skyfire quickly learns this was something of a habit you had picked up when he overhears the twins complaining about their pet names from you. Skyfire finds himself enjoying the affectionate names even if they do fluster him a touch. The affections were kind and freely given out by you. It was refreshing for Skyfire, especially after having joined this vorns long war, to hear them roll off your glossia. To see the crinkle in your optics. And to feel the light affection in your em field if he happened to be close enough to you when you did so. It was- normal. A touch embarrassing yes, but almost painfully normal.

You'd keep switching, but you mostly called him "Bear" or "Teddy bear," and on occasion "Darling". He'd asked about the Teddy bear nickname in particular since he understood darling as a pet name a touch more. And you just smirked and completely unabashed and said, "Humans say it's for someone big, dependable and lovable. So I think it fits pretty well." Skyfire ends up so embarrassed by the casual remark he can feel cobalt on his own faceplate. He ends up putting his servo over his own faceplate and looking anywhere but you. While you just laughed light at Skyfires own expense.

After that exchange, hearing you call him "Bear" or "Teddy bear" makes Skyfires optics brighten more than "Darling."

[t-a-a-1]

Optimus X Reader Drabbles that I wrote but they never made it to become full on fics ... so here they are, super short but I hope y'all enjoy them!

Drabble 1: Lipgloss

Summary: You wear lipgloss and a very curious Prime asks you about it.

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He looks at you and wonders how it is possible for him to feel this way. 

He is a sinner. In all senses of the word. Primus may never forgive him. He may never forgive himself. 

It was during a cold night of may when you had changed the style of your hair. Putting it in a hair-tie. Wearing work-clothes from that same day. A skirt that went under your knees and a white long-sleeve button up shirt. Your makeup, a bit smudge and yet Optimus was curious.

“What is that?”

He points at your lips,  his blue optics wide and full of curiosity.

“What?”

You look up from your workstation, smiling at him. 

“That red paint in your intake.”

“Oh, it's lipgloss!”

You immediately search in your bag and pull out a small tube. Putting it in front of him, he gets closer to inspect it. 

“Does this liquid you use contain technology that makes you more … appealing to other species?”

Tilting your head, you proceeded to ask another question. 

“...What do you mean?”

“I can’t phantom another reason as to why I have the urge to interface with you,” Optimus quickly replies, now his optics entirely lay on you. “I urge you to please take it off.”

You stare at him for a few seconds and so does he. It wasn’t until he realized what he had said that he felt his faceplate get hotter and you could swear you saw some blue as well. 

“My apologies, I will be taking my leave.”

And before you could say a word, he quickly transforms and drives away. Not knowing how to face you.

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Drabble 2: The Date

Summary: You go on a date and Optimus doesn’t take it well. Optimus and Reader’s love story as told and described by Ratchet. 

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Ratchet has taken notice of Optimus' sudden change. 

A couple of days ago, he found the leader polishing his paint.

He has been going on patrol duty more often. 

Talks nervously when he is around a certain someone. 

Staring at that same person with longing optics. 

All because of a human woman who didn’t even dare to look at him twice. 

And yet all Optimus could do was to look at you, hoping that you could read his mind and see how much he suffers.

“I am going on a date.”

It's a human concept Ratchet didn’t understand and by the look of Optimus’ face, he didn’t understand it either. 

“What is a date?”

“It's like spending time with a person to see if they are a potential partner.”

“Partner?”

You thought for a few seconds, thinking of a simple way to explain things.

“Like a romantic partner! In your terms, kinda like a sparkmate?”

“Oh,” his spark stops for a klik. He tries to smile but asking the following question hurts. “So this date … It's for you to know if this person is worthy of being your life-partner?”

“Yes, kind of.”

“I see,” his servo turns into a fist. His processor begged him to stop you. To declare his everlasting love for you. It pains him, your absence, your carelessness and his unrequited love for you. 

Ratchet didn’t even dare to look at Optimus, knowing he would find a scene he wouldn't like. Because Optimus can handle all the pain in the universe by himself … but he can’t talk about you without his voice glitching. His love has been suppressed for so long that he has become pathetic. 

Ratchet noticed this during that one time you became the subject of conversation between the Autobots. Prime had showered you with praise and compliments, getting carried away, almost whispering your name as if sacred and in his excitement, he almost cried. 

“Well, I wish you luck on this date.”

“Thank you!” you say, sending him a goodbye kiss, unaware of what you have just done. “I’ll get going now, see ya!”

The only thing Ratchet could think of was about how Optimus would probably ask him to help him excavate his resting place. 

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That's it! As you see the writing in this is bad so sorry about that lol.

Should I make full one-shot fics out of any of these two stories? I kinda liked writing down band Optimus in Ratchet's POV. I think I had a draft of down bad Ratchet for reader also told in Optimus' POV.

Oh well.

Until next time!

[muletia]

[tfp] obsessed!megatron x human!reader suggestive valveplug content, mdi!

based on this ask about humans producing pheromones during ovulation

cw: mentions of kidnapping (but reader is chill about it lmao), obsessive thoughts, one-sided sexual tension, slut-route reader, beginning of valveplug but it cuts off before explicit interfacing, implied subish!megatron and dom!reader

word count: 1700

Once again, you find yourself aboard the Decepticon warship. The Vehicons had taken you straight from your home, seizing the opportunity while the Autobots were too preoccupied with the battle over an energon mine to notice. They delivered you directly into Megatron’s own hands, just as they had done countless times before. But by now, the fear of being captured and spending time in Megatron’s presence has long since dulled, replaced instead by an almost saintly patience for the Lord’s whims — most of which seem to revolve around you.

You no longer feel tense around him. Not anymore. That much allows you to lower your guard, to abandon vigilance, and to lay back on his thigh with your hands behind your head and one leg dangling over the edge. Relaxed, knowing that you are in no danger, at least, ironically, not from Megatron himself. He allows you to be disrespectful if it means you stay close to him, indulges you, spoiling with privileges no Decepticon would ever dare dream of. It would be a shame not to take advantage of that and behave like a person rather than a frightened rabbit.

But you must admit, he seems different today. Even more focused on you than usual, sitting on his throne like an unmoving mountain, as though he is tense himself no matter how grotesque that sounds. Has been like this ever since you landed in his servo. But now that he has set you down freely on his thigh, he seems more mysterious, more silent. This strange shift in his demeanor stirs your human curiosity — what thoughts could possibly be circling in Megatron’s processor?

Even with your eyes closed, you feel his piercing gaze on you. It does not allow you to fully relax, to enjoy the privilege of being special, of being important. It builds pressure, and eventually, you give in, cracking one eye open.

Your suspicions prove true when you meet a pair of crimson optics locked onto you. Analyzing. Searching. Though you are not sure for what.

Unable to endure it any longer, you give in to the expectations pressing down on you.

“Is there something I can do for you, Lord Megatron?”

“Are you doing this on purpose?” he replies with a question of his own.

“I don’t understand.” You sit up. “I’m not doing anything.”

“You tempt. You provoke.” He growls. “That scent you are emitting. Stop it. Immediately.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded, completely unaware of what he means. But the furrow of his optical ridges and the slight baring of his dentas make it clear — he genuinely expects action, not contemplation.

“How exactly am I supposed to stop emitting a scent? I can’t control that.”

“Truly? Because if this is some human tactic of collaboration to ensure a quicker return home, then I regret to inform you that no force will take you from my servos. You will remain here, where you rightfully belong.”

“Why would I deliberately provoke the most powerful Decepticon to my own disadvantage?” you point out.

He shifts restlessly, then clenches his servo into a fist. You are irritating him. Whatever he is detecting in your scent must be unbearably difficult to tolerate, let alone suppress. But there is physically nothing you can do to meet the demand placed upon you.

“I lack the patience for fruitless attempts at flattery today, [Name].”

Not when his spike is pressing uncomfortably against the walls of it's cage, pleading for release, for the chance to bury itself in your sweet, human valve.

You watch him for a moment, your sharp little optics trying to decipher his processor. But he does not want you to, does not want you to realize the havoc you have unknowingly wreaked upon him, especially not the mystery of that scent. Sweet yet suffocating, it floods his processor, seeping into every crevice, infecting with desire, overwhelming with the need to breed. To claim. To take. To create an offspring. To lock you away from everyone, ensuring you depend only on him.

Would you completely despise him if he allowed himself to touch you? Would you sever the twisted bond you have woven together?

He is mad enough to take the risk. Even if the price is your hatred.

You have control over him, and the fact that you do so unknowingly only fuels the fire of his frustration.

“I expect you to take my words to your equivalent of a spark and act accordingly.” Before he completely loses himself to this cursed, infuriating spike.

Today, you are impossible to ignore. Impossible to look away from. Impossible to focus on anything other than your body sprawled so shamelessly and unapologetically across his thigh, so close to his interface panel. Tempting him. Teasing. Whether intentionally or not, it makes no difference. It is maddening, because he is incapable of purging the fantasy of tearing your clothes to shreds and claiming you with an animalistic frenzy. He no longer cares whether it happens here or in his habsuite, mind entirely consumed by the need.

“Are you saying that I… I’m releasing pheromones? And you can sense them?”

Are you playing ignorant, or are you truly that oblivious?

“Of course. And I expect you to cease it at once, while your delightful naivety still amuses me.”

Your eyes widen. Megatron raises an optical ridge.

“You were not aware?”

“No? Humans don’t have a strong enough sense of smell to—oh, shit.” You cut yourself off, glancing around the bridge.

Every mech in the room is staring at you like a starving beast. Ravenous. Desperate.

Even Soundwave has stopped working, his helm tilted in your direction.

Even proud, human-hating Starscream is watching you with his intake slightly parted, his thoughts swirling around the same relentless need.

Instinctively, you shift closer to Megatron’s abdomen, seeking protection from the hungry stares of his subordinates. That tiny movement is enough to snap the Decepticon leader out of his trance of battling his own desire. For the first time since making physical contact with you, he tears his gaze away, only to direct his fury outward.

“Did I order you to stop working?!” he thunders.

That alone is enough to send the bots scrambling back to their tasks. But it is not enough for Megatron. He has reached his limit, can no longer keep you in the presence of others. Only the last shreds of his self-control prevent him from slaughtering everyone who dared look at you.

“Enough of this,” he growls.

He offers you his servo, and you climb into it without hesitation, showing your gratitude by stroking his thumb. Even that innocent, minuscule gesture stokes the fire. Teases the need.

He pulls you close to his chassis, the motion wafting even more of that cloying scent toward him. He clenches his free servo into a fist to hold himself back; thoughts have already melted into simple, instinctive urges. Claim. Take. Drown in you. That is what he excels at. What he does best.

You must save him. Put an end to this madness of desire. Free him from the suffocating scent consuming his processor. Return him to rational thought. Sever the chain that has wound so tightly around his neck.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask, and the vibrations of your voice ripple through him, teasing his neglected spike.

“Somewhere where you will be mine alone,” he answers. One claw drags over your back with a shocking contrast of gentleness. “If this was your plan from the very beginning, then congratulations, you have driven me mad. I expect you to take responsibility for your actions.”

“Oh, so that’s the provocation you meant.”

He opens the door to his private habsuite and immediately shuts it behind him, unable to pretend any longer that mere innocent touches are able to satisfy him.

He places you on the berth, allowing himself the freedom to mass shift — still enormous, still an immovable mountain, still radiating power that presses your back into the berth, caging you in with his servos, shutting out the world.

“You have been tempting me with your scent since the moment I first detected it. Shamelessly luring me, silently begging for interfacing, and yet you have the audacity to feign innocence? Do you not feel it?” he asks, his voice low, testing your reaction. “The overpowering appetite for physicality? The need to satisfy it at any cost?”

"Of course, I feel it, I've been struggling with this for a few days, but I didn’t expect that—" Your explanation is cut off by the faint sound of an interface panel sliding open, instantly capturing your attention. You swallow hard, biting down gently on your lower lip as your focus lands on the massive, swollen spike, from whose tip droplets of pink transfluid slowly drip, right between your legs.

"Oh…"

Megatron’s servo reaches for your pants, ready to tear down the barriers keeping him from your sweet, tight valve, but you beat him to it, springing to your feet and wrapping your hand around the heated, sensitive spike. He stares at you with reproach but doesn’t have time to twist it into anger before your hand starts moving along the length of his spike, coaxing a low moan from his intake and forcing him to straighten, giving you better access to stroke up and down. He tries to be furious about the loss of control, about allowing himself even a moment of distraction but physically, he can’t move. He’s completely frozen, shackled by your incredible skill in milking his spike.

He’s been waiting for stimulation for so long — there’s no way he’s going to deny himself now, especially when it’s coming from you.

"Well then, I take full responsibility for my actions," you say nonchalantly, drawing out fury if the look on Megatron’s face is anything to go by. But you manage to stifle his anger with a tighter squeeze around the base of his spike, forcing a restrained grimace of pleasure.

Let’s see if you can last longer than Optimus, you think, feeling his rough, greedy servo pressing firmly against your chest.

[transingthoseformers]

Something biting-adjacent: TFP Megatron freaking the Autobots out by walking around with a bunch of these perfectly circular 'bite' marks all over his frame - it's like he got chewed on by an overenthusiastic lamprey.

Ratchet freaks out extra hard because they are a dead ringer for the scars left by a kind of parasitic scraplet that's almost impossible to get rid of and Megatron brawled with Optimus before they noticed the marks. Off to quarantine with Optimus - poor confused OP gets soaked and gassed and irradiated with every kind of anti-parasitic Ratchet can throw at him before he could get a word in edgewise and ask why his medic is freaking out.

Ratchet doesn't find anything. No scraplets, no marks, looks like either Optimus got lucky or Knock Out isn't as incompetent as Ratchet thinks he is and managed to treat Megatron in time before the parasites could burrow into him and multiply or eat anything vital (although Ratchet would have been delighted if the scraplets ate Megatron's brain module so they wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. He'd deserve a humiliating death like that).

It's not over so simply, because the universe likes to laugh at Ratchet in particular. This turns into a recurring clown show.

Megatron keeps showing up with marks over and over again and not just him. They never sport as many bites as Megatron, but practically the entire high command and even some of the higher ranking vehicons are observed with a scar or two. It puts Ratchet on edge enough that he forbids the other Bots from getting into physical confrontations after a while, because that looks like one hell of a scraplet infestation and if a well-stocked ship like the Nemesis can't do anything more than keep it controlled, then their dingy little bunker with their shitty makeshift medbay would be overran in no time. The Autobots see how stressed he is over the situation, so they don't question him about the details, because they don't want to get yelled at.

Anyway, time passes, shenanigans happen, they somehow work their way into a ceasefire / provisional peace agreement (maybe Megatron doesn't get high on dark energon in this AU, idk, I haven't thought that far). After the first day of (surprisingly productive) negotiations, Optimus walks over to Megatron and Soundwave to join them for a chat and a cube of energon and as Ratchet watches them (still paranoid about the possibility of a scraplet infection) Soundwave casually reaches over with his data cables and chomps onto Optimus' arm.

Megatron acts like it's nothing out of the ordinary and Optimus is beaming like this is the best day he had in the last million years. When they are done, Optimus walks back to his own people with two very distinct bite marks on his plating, happy as he can be, and Ratchet almost blows a gasket and grills him about what the fuck that was.

Turns out that's just a thing Soundwave does. A kind of affectionate aggression. Also might be sampling their plating for mysterious carrier-mech reasons, but that's neither here nor there. It's a little weird and stings just a little bit, but it's a good thing, Optimus reassures Ratchet.

Ratchet is going to go back to the base, lock himself in the soundproof decontamination chamber and have a good, frustrated scream over it that his mysterious 'scraplet infestation' was the Decepticons' faceless weirdo all along. 🙂

FUCKING WHEEZING FHSFHFSHGEJEH SOUNDWAVE WINS

[revelboo]

Oml the cliffhanger on metroplex. Big guy needs more love in his life.

I absolutely love your work on these stories you got cooking here. Each and every one of them have so many characteristics to them. Can't wait for your next work. 🤗💖💖💖

Thank you!

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I Can Feel You Pt 6- extended cut

Metroplex x Reader

Monitoring as you step into the labyrinth that makes up his interior, for a moment you hesitate. Looking back up at the light streaming down from above like you want to go back. He knows he could close that exit to you, force you to continue on. Would you resent him then? If he takes away your choice? Little hands twisting together as you stare up toward that light, he knows he can't take that away from you. Needs you to choose him. And finally you take a shuddering breath and square your shoulders. "Okay," you whisper, eyes wide as you look around. "Okay. Show me, big guy."

Slowly he begins flaring his biolights, feeling the strain of redirecting energy where he needs it to give you direction. It's slow going when you're so small. Turning again and again, following the pulses of light. Trusting him to guide you and occasionally reaching out to brush your fingers against him almost absently. Those little touches helping focus him, because if he's wrong, if he's not careful, he'll burn through too much energy and be forced into recharge again. That unease twists through him as you follow, because he's not sure you'd be able to find your way back out. You're so little, so easy to overlook. How long would it be until the Autobots above miss you? Before you slowly starve to death wandering around inside him? That fear is a living thing, urging him to turn you back around. Let you go.

Just once, though. He wants to speak to you at least once. More than your stilted conversations as precious to him as they are. Wants to feel you reach out and be able to touch you in return. "I didn't realize all this was down here," you whisper, brushing against a cable. "It's like a whole other city." Except its only him here and now you.

You don't complain as he leads you, but as time passes, you are slowing. Shoulder and wrist bumping a wall as you turn a corner. Time is a hard concept for him, but it's different for you. You'd have taken a rest interval by now, right? He's not sure, but as you stumble guilt sets in. Knowing you're exhausted, but you're so close. Please, just a little further. "Metroplex? I think I'm done," you say, leaning your head against him. "Is it much further?"

Pulsing warm light, he waits, and you reluctantly push away from his walls to keep going. Knows you're tired and he's asking much more than he has a right to. But just this once, he wants to wrap his arms around your little frame. Needs you to understand how precious you are to him.

Exhaustion pulls at you as you scrub a hand over your eyes, your head pounding. It feels like you've been walking forever, trusting that there's a reason you're down here. It must be night by now or early morning. There's no way to know down here in his labyrinthine interior. He's seen you eat and must know you'll need to soon. Should already have. You keep your eyes on those warm, comforting lights of his, not on the empty shadows beyond. If not for the low hum of his spark vibrating under your feet, you'd think you were alone. Abandoned. Know you're inside him and there's nothing to fear, but panic is just there under the surface. Screaming at you to turn and run back the way you'd come. That this is a tomb, maybe yours.

And then light, warm and beckoning. Leaving the tunnel you were in to enter an open space limned in warm light along the walls, pulsing slowly as they run upward with a low thrumming you feel in your bones. Breath catching as you tip your head up to find his spark. It's a shocking thing to see, knowing it’s everything. It’s him.His life force pulsing and glowing above you, little arcs of energy trailing through the air around it.

"Metroplex? This is your spark, right?" The part of a Cybertronian they protect and keep hidden, and he's shared his with you. It feels like trespassing on something private as your eyes drop. Like this isn't something meant for you to see.

Directly under it is something almost like a closed metal flower, pulsing with that same energy. And along the ground, his biolights pulse. Slow, deliberate flares that draw you forward. As you approach, that strange structure opens, metal petals unfurling slowly as thick cables unravel from around it. "You wanted me to see this?" You ask, because of course he had. That thing that's not at all a flower is pulsing slowly like his spark, that light almost hypnotic. One of those cables brushes your ankle and twines about it as you approach and reach out. Fingers brushing him and feeling energy arc through you, shattering you.

That contact jolts through you as everything falls away and you’re left in a space limned in the warm pulse of his spark, surrounded by him. You can feel him in a way you never have before as you try to figure out if the space you’re in is small or infinite. And if touching whatever that was just killed you, because it’s so hard to focus here. You feel like you’re drifting and just want to sleep.

So hard to focus. That’s not your thought, is it? It feels like yours, but there’s a faint dissonance. Ground me, little one.

“Metroplex?” You whisper, reaching out and a figure materializes in front of you, bigger than you but not as massive as the Autobots are. Ghostly and insubstantial until his servos touch your fingertips and he solidifies some. You’ve never seen his bot form, but you know this is him. Metroplex. Warmth spilling through you as he offers you a big hand and you lay your palm in his.

“Touch me,” he says, the words a deep rumble, a plea as his servos curl around your hand.

Because he becomes more real where you touch him. Encouraging you to reach for him, hand lifting to cautiously cup his jaw. And his other arm curls around you and draws you near, feeling solid against you. The warmth of him, the thrum of his spark against you all so real. “Hi,” you whisper against him.

“You saw me,” he says, chin on top of your head, that deep voice so grateful it hurts you. Like acknowledging him, speaking to him is unthinkable. “Woke me.”

It breaks you wide open, that wonder in his voice over something so simple. Thinking about how he takes care of you, watches over you, has tried so hard to reach out. “I’m here. I’ve got you,” you whisper, reaching for him, cupping his helm in your hands and pulling him down. Because you understand that loneliness, of being unseen. Knowing you’re so much smaller than even the smallest Autobot, that you’re easy to overlook. To forget. And among them you feel alone, alien and unseen. His mouth is warm when you go up on tiptoes to kiss him. And he rushes into you, tangling what you feel with what he feels.

Knowing that he won’t be able to maintain this for long, but he’d wanted to tell you how much he appreciates you speaking to him so he doesn’t drift away from reality completely. All those little touches, the sound of your voice and your stories, you’ve held him together. Giving him something to focus on. A sense of self after so long.

You can’t separate yourself from him as his mouth slides against yours. Can’t tell if the need and heat are yours or his. But knowing that you see him and that you want to wrap yourself around him, protect him against that fear of being forgotten. Of losing what little of himself is left. Dying alone and forgotten.

Not sure how much of this is real, it feels like it is as he drags you against him. The kiss becoming something desperate, needing to show him he’s still alive. To feel him hold you, touch you. Big servos on your hips, lifting you as you wrap yourself around him. You feel the head of his spike slide against you. Sex and need and fear of being forgotten, left behind, all jangling through you. His thoughts, your thoughts. There’s no separating them as he pulls you down, the hard length of his spike sliding deep to stretch you.

Those big hands on your hips, moving you against him as your mouth brushes the corner of his mouth, hearing him venting raggedly against you. “I see you,” you moan, clinging to him.

“I feel you,” he whispers, against you. “I have you.”

You know it’s true as he keeps moving against you, his spike stroking deep again and again. You’re safe and sheltered here in his arms. He’s been watching over you all along, reaching out but unable to say a word. When he pushes you over that edge and you fist his spike, your climax is a gentle warmth spreading through you. Feeling him rock himself against you, groaning with his own release, helm resting against your forehead as those optics seem to devour you. Because he does see you, he’s seen you all along.

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[smallestapplin]

Hi! I would like to ask you, since you are open to writing Animated, can you write a headcanon on the three personalities of Blitzwing regarding their expressions of affection? (And the spicy one! I'm starving for too little content on him…) I'd be happy to consider it if you feel up to it!

You didn’t specify human or cybertronian reader, but since I loved animated so much I will write both. Also I’m sorry if it’s bad, I’m finishing this half asleep but so excited to finally write more for tfa.💞

Minors do not interact! Adults only please.

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- Blitzwing is surprisingly sweet with his courted, though his base persoanlity is a bit cold, he will often greet you with a pet name as if it was your actual name, and kiss the back of your hand/servo. Though he doesn’t express it more than that, he will often show his affection and care more through actions, like handing you a meal while you’re working, or leaving it on your desk to surprise you with it.

- He is protective over you, likes having you within sight of his optics or within grabbing range just in case any autobot tries to launch a surprise attack.

- note : if you are human he will always carry you around on his shoulder.

- When the switch is flipped inside him and he’s enraged, his angrier personality has more cuteness aggression, he loves you so much it’s maddening, he wants to squish your face, lightly shake you for daring to capture his spark how dare you to this to him! Making him soft, he loves you so so much don’t you try to wiggle out of his love.

- THE most protective of the three, he has to be constantly touching you needing to feel you beneath his servos, to the point where it doesn’t matter if your human or cybertronian he will just pick you up and carry you around. Often holds you when you’re talking to others and sulks, cause how dare someone else take up his beloved’s time when it should be spent with him!

- note : the only bot he doesn’t take you away from is Megatron, but you can see him sulking and shaking with rage just behind the decepticon leader.

- His chaotic personality is where the fun happens, at least in your eyes/optics. He likes making you laugh, likes hearing your snort or full on clinging to something to stand up laugh. But he’s also the most affectionate, always smothering you in kisses, picking you up to spin you around and gush about his love for you. He is the one who is running, skip in his step towards you after missions and battles.

- if Cybertronian, he will run towards you and jump, fully wanting you to catch him so he can kiss you sensless.

- Blitzwing in general is observant especially towards you, noting your habites, routines, items you seem to favor, so don’t be surprised when the news says there’s been a robbery at the blanket factory and he’s showing him with arms full cause you mentioned one time two months ago wanting to make a nest like berth.

- Also calls you conjunx whether you all are or not, because he fully intends to have the ceremony once they win the war, so expect to hear ‘that’s my Conjunx’ in so many different tones. From his colder personality saying it so casually “Oh, yes, my Conjunx, they are busy at the moment.”

To hearing him nearly yelling at Lugnut “That’s MY Conjunx, you oaf!”

And last to hear a crazed giggling and him to say in a dreamy tone “That’s my Conjunx! Aren’t they so cool?”

- Very rarely is Blitzwing is seen without you, unless it’s a battle or a mission he will almost always be found near or on you. His work gets done, and he does as he’s told, why shouldn’t he be allowed to spoil himself with his beloved’s presence? If you’re in a room, Blitzwing is not far away.

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NSFW : GN!Cybertronian reader

- Tempurature play is unintentional when interfacing with Blitzwing, his servos are colder than most, it always makes you shake or cry out when he finally touches your spike or valve. While he doesn’t mean to, he can’t say he’s not fond of the reactions you give him. He is very thorough, wanting you to be perfectly prepared for him and take his spike with ease.

- His sounds are soft, he’s not very loud but you will hear his groans, mewls, and occasional whimper or gasp. You will overload at least twice before having you take his spike. His thrusts are always slow but hard, being sure to roll his hips to grind against your node with every thrust. He likes to enjoy his time with you, wanting to savor all of it, the feeling of you clenching around him, your servo dragging down his sensitive back, to hear how you beg for more and mutter your love for him.

- You will overload a few more times before he does, he might even fill you up twice if you ask sweetly enough. But afterwards he will kiss you slow and sweet, asking if you’re okay while he gets up to clean you up.

- You best prepare your valve for when he’s angry, though you can’t help but enjoy it. He manhandles you into hat positions he wants, his spike so deep inside you. His thrusts are fast and punch the ex-vents out of you. He’s warmer this time around, it heats up your body but yout heavy helm can barely think, you’ve overloaded so many times, cried for him to slow down cried for more, you can’t even tell what you’re begging for anymore as he rearranges your wires.

- Blitzwing is louder this time, chattier even, more into degradation to get his anger out on your valve, and if you aren’t overloading fast enough for his liking his servo will wrap around your spike, making you fuck his fist until he has you overloading. You are going to be drooling and crying by the time he finally loses his steam, and absolutely fragged stupid. After care depends on if you’re still concious or not. Your legs cannot be felt, you have lost the ability to walk, and honestly he might still keep his spike in your valve to keep you plugged, and to stay close to you.

- Will 100% fall asleep with you warming his spike and burying his face into your neck, and will be pissed if anyone disturbs you two.

- His chaotic personality is a wild card, sometimes he wants to frag you, sometimes he wants you to frag him, other times he wants to ride you and fuck himself dumb on your spike, you can never guess with him. Claws at you, covers your frame in so many bite marks and denting yout metal, he needs the galaxy to know you’re his.

- Cannot stop talking to save his spark, constantly speaking with a spike-drunk smile he babbles “yes yes more! Just like thaaat!! So good- frag me more, overload in me. Haha, sooo good…” he’s a drooling mess, hips unable to stop and valve clenching around your spike, desperately trying to milk you of all your transfluid.

- Sometimes you’ll pass out and walk up to Blitzwing still fucking himself on your spike, other times he’s keeping your spike warm and kisses your chassis and face plate with a goofy grin, talking about “oh my sweet Conjunx, you are truly wonderful! Holder of my spark, we should again and again!”

- Even interfacing he simply must loudly proclaim his love and affection for you, even if your spike is so deep inside him and you’re gripping his wings to fuck him harder.

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GN!Human reader : warning overstim, belly bulge, and biolights shine through skin briefly mention.

- though much doesn’t change from the headcanons above, what does change is how powerful his thrusts are, he doesn’t want to hurt you, even when he’s enraged he’s still holding back a lot because your soft squishy human body wouldn’t be able to handle it. However it does come with the added benefit of seeing your stomach bulge, his biolights faintly shining through your skin making him go feral far faster.

- Your hole sucking him in, trying to keep him from pulling back out but he just can’t stop his rutting hips. Blitzwing is more prone to overstimulating himself with a human partner, mostly on accident as he grows addicted to the feeling, the sounds you make and the taste of your juices on his glossa.

- Your poor body will be littered with bruises from his hold, and your ass too just from how hard he was smacking his hips against your ass.

[dragqueenstarscream]

i need to see more starop where starscream is having trouble breaking the cycle, so he falls back into his old habits.

one of the most difficult parts about breaking the cycle of abuse is trying your hardest to not repeat the behaviors your abuser imprinted on to you. speaking from experience, it can be very hard when you enter a healthy relationship and find yourself thinking like your abuser.

so imagine, starscream finally joins the autobots. by some unfortunate circumstance, they lose an important battle. optimus encourages his team, but privately, he retreats to somewhere isolated to think. starscream finds him and asks what he's doing.

when optimus admits that he's disappointed in himself for not doing the best he could on the battlefield, starscream finds himself scoffing. "well, maybe we wouldn't be in the position if you'd done a better job to begin with," he grumbles, his voice slowly escalating. "i thought you were supposed to be some great leader. or is your reputation all a myth? because of you, now the decepticons have the advantage, and we're one step closer to losing this war!" outraged that optimus hasn't said anything, he shouts, "are you even listening to me, prime?!"

when optimus turns his helm to look up, starscream is spooked by what he sees. he doesn't see the face of someone about to drop to his knees and beg for mercy. instead, the look in his normally lively blue optics can best be described as haunted, almost dead, but clinging onto the last shreds of life.

the realization hits starscream like enemy fire. his voice box shorts out as he trips over his own words, trying to take them back. one thought comes to mind, and he knows optimus is thinking it, too.

i sound like megatron.

[tinydefector]

Megatron rut cycle

Word count:1.9k

Warnings: smut, nsfw, somewhat non-con, Consent given, G/t, oral, sex, valveplug, heat cycle, rut cycle, human/robot alien

Sorry this took so long ended up on a holiday, and then got sick but here it is before I work on editing another prowl piece I wrote while sick.

Masterlist

Megatron masterlist

Rut cycle masterlist

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Megatron optics land on one of the humans that was still inside the autobots base. Megatron wasn't planning on sticking around after the agreement had been struck with Optimus. The human moves around reading screens and taking down notes unaware of Megatron's presence in the room. A pen hangs from their lips as they work. their presence in the Autobot base causing a stir amidst the rut cycle chaos. Their attempts to assist the bots do not go unnoticed by the Decepticon leader, his gaze lingering on their form as they check charts and read energy levels. "Hey OP was checking your energon level readings like ratchet said…" they start before turning only to tense up and freeze when they realise it wasn't Optimus standing there. They instinctively take a step back, a subtle sign of their unease being in a room by themself with Megatron. 

Megatron's optics continue to linger on them, tracing their form as his engine snarls in need, ruby optics narrow as he watches each little movement from them waiting to see how they would respond. Their eyes dart around looking for one of the Autobots, their breathing becomes slightly shaky and the scent of fear and the subtle Arousal  has Megatron exventing almost like a snarl. "Bee!" the human shouts out, their voice filled with a mix of panic and desperation. But before they can utter another word, their voice is muffled by Megatron's servo as he glares down at them.

The human's reaction triggers a mixture of irritation and amusement within him. He finds their fear and vulnerability amusing. With a low growl, Megatron takes a step closer to the human, his presence looming over them. "Do not waste your breath calling for the Autobots," he hisses, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "They cannot save you from me." His words carry a hint of sadistic pleasure, relishing in the fear he instills in them. They shutter in his hold before Megatron speaks again. “if I wished to Harm you I would have done it by now” he huffs out. 

As the human's muffled voice fades, as they look up at him with pinched brows trying to figure out what he wanted. They squirm slightly, their body trembling against Megatron's servo as they gaze up into his crimson optics. As Megatron looks down at the human, his mind briefly entertains the idea of interfacing with them. The thought of indulging in an almost taboo act, more out of his distaste for humans, but they seemed so soft and pliable in his servos. It's tempting. After all, he is Megatron, the powerful leader of the Decepticons, feared by many. But the question lingers in his processor: Is he really considering interfacing with a human?  

The notion is both intriguing and unsettling to Megatron. He is no stranger to unconventional desires, having experienced the pleasure of interfacing with Cybertronians. But a human? It is uncharted territory. Megatron prides himself on his control, but also the fact at that moment he was fighting his systems which desperately wanted to interface and the sweet scent coming from the human was making each second harder to reign his control. 

"What do you want from me?" They ask in a shaky voice, The human's question hangs in the air. Megatron continues to assess them, his optics scanning their form, taking in every detail. And indeed, he can see why Optimus was entranced by this human.  

With a low, rumbling chuckle, Megatron leans in closer to the human, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "What do I want from you?" he muses, “ I require assistance with an issue." He does state much, leaving it rather vague over what he wanted. They both go quiet before they finally let out a small, “oh” in realisation of what Megatron was asking for.

“I didn't think you liked humans” they mumble softly, trying to avoid looking at his optics, Megatron was an intimidating bot and even worse so whenever bot in the perimeter was acting like a feral beast due to their rut. 

“I will not hold you here against your will, tell me to leave and we will never speak of this again” he states, optics fully focused on them. They shutter under his gaze as his servos traces over their arms. They let out another shuttered breath before finally meeting his optics, taking in the mechanics and shimmering lights that flicker behind them. “If I agree to help you with this issue, you won't hurt me?” They ask, trying to not let the fear so in their voice.  

Megatron lets out a deep hum as if contemplating their request. “I give you my word that no harm will come to you from my hand nor my order” he states. They shutter at his words. They give a little nod to him to continue, despite everything Megatron is rather gentle with peeling their clothing off his digits tracing over their skin as if to admire.

 They lay there looking away from him in embarrassment goosebumps follow in his wake. As they gasp, they find themselves pinned down to the table by Megatron's large frame. "Such vulnerability," Megatron purrs, his voice laced with smug satisfaction. 

As his digits continue to explore their skin, tracing patterns, Megatron leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low tone. "Hmm, I wasn't expecting humans to be this pliable and ..soft" he whispers, his words a tantalising promise. "I can see why the Autobots seem to enjoy your race so much."

They squirm more as he leans over them the sound of his frame creaking, pistons and gears grinding. their eyes dart back to him before they feel his mouth on their shoulder. A small little moan leaves them and it makes Megatron chuckle as he indulges on the sweet taste of their skin. "Fuck.." they whine out before one of their hands shoots out to grab the side of Megatron's face as he slowly trails down their body.

"Fascinating," Megatron murmurs, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement and arousal. "I can smell your need." He relishes in the effect he has on them. The taste of their skin is intoxicating, and he indulges in the sweet sensation, savouring every moment of the taste against his glossa. 

Their whine of pleasure and need only fuels Megatron's desire to explore further. As his mouth trails down their body. The touch is both a desperate plea for more and a feeble attempt to assert some control in that moment. 

Another moan leaves them as Megatron spreads their legs, his mouth moving between them as his glossa traces over their arousal, the taste has him nearly drooling, "Fuck!, fuck! If one of the Bots walks in and you're dead!" They whisper and yell at him. A low growl rumbles from deep within Megatron's vocalizer as the human's whispered yell reaches his audials. "Then you'll just have to keep quiet," Megatron responds, his voice dripping with amusement. "Let them watch, if they dare," he continued. 

 They gasp and arches against his glossa as Megatron continues to pull them down onto it. Despite his general disdain for organics, this particular individual has managed to captivate him, igniting a desire within Megatron that he cannot deny whether it was his rut or their soft body he didn't care at that moment. With a deliberate slowness, Megatron withdraws, watching as they quiver on the table before him. His optics narrow, a predatory glint shining within them. He knows that he will keep this human for himself. There is something about their response, their vulnerability, that entices him, drawing him in deeper.

As his interface panel releases, Megatron's spike presses against one of his servos, he lets out a deep guttural groan as he slowly strokes his length, optics staring down at the human spread out on the table in front of him, the anticipation of claiming them building within him. With a swift, calculated movement, Megatron positions himself, pressing his spike against them and slowly grinding it against them, enjoying how soft they are. 

 They cry out as he slowly presses into them,  each inch has them clawing at the table and his plating, pitiful whimpers leave them as he stretches them open. Their body writhes and convulses under the force of Megatron's thrust, a mixture of pleasure and pain intertwining in every movement. their body stretched open and their pleas echoing in the air. 

When Megatron is as far in as he can go he stops. Letting them adjust, his servo brushes across their face, they twitch and whimper softly, their body trembling under his much larger frame. With a low, gravelly voice, Megatron leans in closer to the human, his servo gently brushing across their face. "Such fragile little creature," he growls, his tone dripping with dominance and a hint of sadistic pleasure. "But the idea of filling you, of leaving my mark on you... it's tempting, isn't it?". His servo takes up more than half of their waist as he slowly pulls them onto his spike, grinding into them as a melody of moans fall from their lips. 

They moan and clench, feeling every inch of his spike. Transfluid slowly leaks from Megatron into them with each thrust. "Fuck Megatron " they whimper sweetly.  His thrusts grow more intense, Megatron leans in closer to the human, his voice dripping “I can see the outline of me spike within you," he growls, his words laced with a chuckle as his digits brush across the outline of bulge. their body trembling under his frame. 

"Please,please!" Breathless pledes leave them with each thrust as they claw at his plating. Megatron feels them clench around him, their moans of pleasure driving him wild with a deep snarl, he can't help but be consumed by the intoxicating sensation of their body and scent. The tightness of their grip on him feels as if they are trying to extract every drop of his transfluid, milking him like a pleasure bot. The thought alone sends shivers of delight down his spinal struts.

With each forceful thrust, Megatron relishes in the way their body responds, their stomach bulging with the delightful pressure of his spike. His optics drink in the sight, savouring the visual feast before him. "So eager for me" he growls, his voice dripping with dark desire. "I think I might just have to keep you for myself." He groans. 

Cries leave them as their orgasm hits, wails fall from their lips as Megatron continues railing into them, his spike driving deep within their smaller body. The sensation of their orgasm pulsating around him only fuels his hunger, his need to claim them completely.

With a dark, commanding tone, Megatron growls, "That's it, my little plaything"

Megatron's thrusts become more urgent, Another choked moan leaves them as they clench tightly around Megatron. As he reaches the pinnacle of his pleasure, a primal growl escapes his vocalizer,  his field singing in delight. He can feel their tightness gripping him, their walls clenching around his spike, urging him to release. 

They gasp and whine as transfluid overflows from them running down their thighs as Megatron continues pumping more into them soft purrs fall from him as he grinds deeper. With a mixture of satisfaction and possessiveness, Megatron admires his work, his voice laced with a dark, smug tone. "Look at you, my little vessel. Overflowing with my fluid, it suits you well". He chuckles. The sound of shouts around the base alert him to the Autobots along with the sound of heavy foot fall. “I believe we have been caught” he rumbles against their ear.

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[minzart]

Beggars can't be choosers (4)

Ao3 - Prev - Next

Decepticons & Reader(GN), Ravage & Reader(GN), Megatron & Reader(GN)

You find an "automatic" tank busted in the middle of the night, and as the good millitar Mechanic that you are, you fix it.

Or, the Decepticons don't have a trained doctor(yet), and you just volunteered as a substitute by their leaders' logic and standards

"Optimus Prime!?" Megatron roars as he paces around the main hagar

"Energon operation: half a failure" Soundwave speaks, holding with his hands Ravage, the feline minicon struggling to keep awake, bleeding energon "Base location: still secured"

"But by an inch Soundwave! By an inch! Have not one of you thought of calling for backup?!"

"It's not our fault that speedy here thought he could take on the Prime alone!" Rumble says gesturing to the Reflector trio and points accusatory at Skywarp

"You should keep your mouth shut! I didn't thought nothing!" The purple seeker stomps to were the minicon is and treatens to squash him

The purple bot jumps out of the way "oh yeah?! I remember you saying it would be an easy win!"

"You also said that! Don't play dumber than you already are!"

"You are stupid!"

"Silence!" A blast came between the arguing bots, both promptly shut up and formed position "what was your designed mission?"

"... locate Energon signature close by... sir" both answered quietly

"And once found, what was to be done?"

"Report"

"And what did you do?"

"... not... that?"

"You engaged in direct combat with the leader of the autobots! Exactly! Very good! And on top of that he chased you both for miles on miles because someone didn't check if they had been followed! Look what a briliant plan you two made"

As the tyrant voice grew in anger, Rumble hid behind Skywarp and the seeker started to frantically look around and coil in himself

"If it weren't for Thundercrackers patrol you both would have been captured or dead" He vents, a thin line of smoke floating around his helm "Starscream..."

The purple robots finally relax, Skywarp kicks Rumble "get off"

The red seeker vents to himself, and joins the middle of the hagar, preparing himself to what is to come, typical of the tyrant "yes Lord Mega-"

Megatron grabs the seeker firmilly by the troat "get your seeker under protocol"

He releases the flyer, and turns to Soundwave "get Ravage to the medical wing, and after, have a talk with your caccette"

"Yes Lord Megatron" the spy comander walks out, Rumble running behind him

The tell tale sound of a roar made the silver tyrant look up, Thundercracker has arrived and with him, you

....................................

The base was intact, for good or worse, you sigh, in relief of still being in a relative close place to familiar locations, if only you knew which direction the city was... Thundercracker made circles and circles before setting in a true route, making the travel double the leght than it should be, and making your anxiety worse

Entering the base was not better, the tension in everyone was clear as day, Frenzy ditched you, running pass Megatron and the seekers to who knows were, you step with caution, not sure if you even know wich direction is the medical wing... At least you hope you are supposed to stay there anyway...

You see three minicons, almost identical to each other, entering different paths, one notices you and waves, you wave back. Besides the silver tank, there was a purple and black seeker, being scolded relentlessly by the red one, Starscream you think was his name, something about recklessness and knowing ones place... ah, just like your job, feels like home already

Your name is called, and you are not the only one who jumps in attention, for a moment, silence reins in the makeshift hagar of the Decepticon base as Megatrons voice booms "you are required in the medical wing, go quickly"

You salute as reflex "yes sir"

And runs to the nearest hall "The other one human"

And imediatly you back away from said hall and runs to it's nearest counterpart, this time no-one calls you back

Are you panicking? Sure, was it because the life of a killing robot was in the line? Probably, did you know what you are supposed to do if push comes to shove? Fuck no, you don't, but your life is on the line, because, you bet all your hard earned money in this hypothesis, if this new patient dies you will go with it, so fake it till we make it

You miss your bed already

Finding the only frame without a door was easy enough, and as you push the heavy cloth out of the way to see who you will be dealing with, you are met with the quiet blue mech from the meeting room, his red visor snapping to attention, but he looked fine, who didn't was the relatively small, to Cybertronian standarts, mechanical panther in the metal table, smudges of blue all through it's body, the big one probably cleaned it while waiting for you

You look up at the metal table, and burrow your pride as you speak, survival first "help me get up, I'll take a look"

You distract yourself from the never wavering gaze by looking through your tools, leaving your bags in the corner, it did take some seconds for you to hear the giant mech bend down and grab you firmly

He puts you beside the panther, its red eyes shine noticing you, the mech growls, not very diferent from a lion, just more scratchy and mechanical, your survival instincts beg you to hide, freeze, but you power trough them, you can cry later, you can panic later

You notice leaking blue lines coming from the minicons' left arm, that place also being the one most clean and dented, with cautious steps you approach the beast, duct tape in hand, hammer in the other

The second you get close enough, the black mech tries to bite in your direction but is too weak to make actual fast movements. You still jump back from the sudden close of its mouth "I-I need to get closer to stop the leaking! I can see that some joints are also being obstructed by some dents, I am not here to harm you..."

The black mech still growls at you, then it stops momentarily, you hear the compress and de-compress of pressure, it sounds almost like a whine "please..."

You see two hands hold the black mech head, the blue guy apparently never left, you nod to him and start your work

Finding the leaking pipes was the easiest part, the panther was smaller than the other, like Rumble, so you had to bend yourself in some weird angles to be able to properly tie things togheter again, the hammering however... you couldn't do it gently. The feline mech jumped every once and while in response to you, but with the blue one holding it still, you were not harmed... only scratched here and then when it tried to move its arm around

Finally, the worst had passed, but your patient was still too... out of it, slowly you approached its neck, and spots a light coming from wires brushing agains each other, clearly snaped, you hum

"Do you have rubber?" You ask your temporary assistant, he slowly picks a black heavy cloth from the closest table and drops near you, with scissors you cut a small new little cloth to yourself, wrap it around your finger and pray it works

You still felt the burn, but at least you were not electrocuted alive, so hey, a win. Once you tape the two wires together again, you can feel the tension leaving the black mechs' body, the hums of the engine becoming quieter, slower, tired

When everything was done, you step back from your work, wondering how late it was, wondering how would your life be from now on... and as the blue mech scratches the black ones chin, as it purrs in content, a part of you can't help but think that this isn't so bad...

Taking advantage of the high height, you look around, and decide to make an improvised climbing rope, so at least if someone else comes putting others in this table, you can escalate there yourself

You work quietly, twisting left over wires and testing some equipment you saw around, many of shapes you never seen before, some familiar but bigger, your exploration is halted by a deep voice, said as trough a filter "Patient designation: Ravage"

You jump and look back at the duo, the blue mech still by the medical table, looking only at the black feline whose optics are closed, he picks the feline up, and whispers "transform"

And like a switch, Ravage contorts and clicks and molds, into a black and grey, big, very big, caccette... oh.

His chest plate pops open, and he puts Ravage inside, together with a familiar black and red caccette... that... must be the guy that would kill you if he discovered Rumble had come for a check-in, that... is Soundwave... who was also by Megatrons side in that meeting, who apparently is in command of the caccettes like Starscream is of the seekers...

Oh wow you could have fucked this up so easily. He finally exits the medical wing, and as he passes trough the curtain, you hear one last thing "Quality of work: lacking, however, adequate for now. Attention: appreciated"

And he leaves just like that, you are finally alone

.............................

You still feel the dryness of tears in your cheeks when you wake up, you check your phone, battery so low you know it will discharge the second you use it to anything other than check time, midnight, great

The rumbling sound that first registered in your ears hasn't stopped, loud, too loud to be just the base, was someone close? You toss the thin blanket you finally aquired aside, taking a minute to adjust your sight to the light again, and immediately notice the... visitor...

Megatron stands by the entrance of the medical wing, arms crossed and staring directly at you, face unreadable

".... hi?" You murmur, a yawn scaping you "how may I be of service?"

Your voice snaps the tyrant out of his thinking "a check-up is in order"

He walks to the corner of the room that you have named "main alt-mode check in area", transforming again in the silver tank you first met... two days... almost three ago... you survived 2 whole days in this mess

"You may proceed to the leaking pipe first" his voice echoes from the tank "I expect discretion with whatever you find in me... doctor"

You nod, picking your backpack up "of course"

Getting inside your patient was familiar, now his engines are far louder than before, likely because he isn't almost passing out, his voice far more firm than that night, lights more potent

Crawling to his engine, you fiund the leaking pipe, the duct tape stretched, forming small gaps that are accumulating drops of energon, but also something strange is happening, in the sides of the tape, it's almost seamlessly transitioning to the metal of the tube

Inspecting closer you see the metal slowly taking over the tape, like vines or... veins. You tap the middle of the makeshift band-aind, it's as you expect, malleable, then you slowly make you way to the corners, tap over metal, but slowly, the tape texture changes to a more solid one, until you finally finish your inspection and it's only metal

"It's growing back" You murmur "like a human tissue... amazing"

"Something you would like to share?" You jump, forgetting briefly that this tank was, in fact, alive

"It's looking good!" You answer, and start to fix the leaking again "it did streech a bit too much, and could potentialy be riped apart again, my hipotesis is because whatever you are made off is far more streechier than human materials, but!"

You finish your work and tapping gently the tube "It looks like it can be used as healing aids, you are growing back the original... metal? Skin? Tissue? Whatever you call it, using the tape as a bridge and guide, that's amazing, haven't seen anything like it"

"Of course you haven't" you can hear the smug amusement in the warlords tone "Cybertronian biology seems to be too advanced for you fleshies to even think about"

You roll your eyes, making you way back out of the tank, still, his pride isn't without its merit, what more is diferent yet similar in your species you wonder...

"I recommend you stop transforming too often" you get out of him, hearing the now familiar sound of mass displacement "give time for your own body to permanently fix the inssue"

"So human material can be used as healing aids by Cybertronians..." Megatron sits against the wall, the scene is strange for you, he looks tired, yet he keeps talking "you are correct that mass displacement might interfere with the healing process, they are far too stiff to keep up with living metal"

The silver mech continues rambling, voice far softer than you have heard before, you don't dare to sit besides him, but you do lean in the nearest wall, waiting for his orders or comand, your eyes dropping every so offten

"But better temporary impaired, than dead" his eyes are fixed in nothing "the normal reabilitation time of a critical replaced part os usualy mere cycles, how long do you think it would take for my body to implement this new material into itself without risk?"

You jump into attention, shaking your head of its sleepiness "huh? ... I... am not sure.... usualy, for human standards, we heal in months after a cyrurgy? This is complete new territory, maybe a check-up every so often to make sure it's still going well is recommended?"

He nods, satisfied with your answer "then it's decided"

Megatron calls your name and continues "you work at a millitar facility near were you found me yes?"

You freeze, then remember you were the one to tecnicaly imply that by your "conversation" in your first metting "yes...?"

"A mechanic, part of the test prototype and regular concert of warmachines, I have a job for you"

You hold your breath, doing your best to no tremble under his red gaze "you, are to misdirect a small portion of your recieving shipment of parts, not always, but every so offten, so that we can still have a consistent suply of spare parts"

He smiles, sharp and crooked, you almost screams how the fuck are you supposed to do that imediatly, but bites your tongue in time, waiting for the warlord to finish

"And tend to whatever soldier I send your way for their check-up" you see him open his arm plate, tiping something and a hologram appears above it, he is taking notes in a language you have never seen "it would also be easier since they would be in alt-form and you would have all the equipment necessary for a better assessment, even an unassuming team... do you have a communication device?"

Too shocked with the reality that this massive robot has a functional hologram program in his arm you just take out your phone and hand it to his extended hand

With more gentleness than you would expect, he places the device inside his arm, a purple glow coming from there, then he lowers his arm to your level "take it, we may now reach you when necessary"

You reach inside, and your phone looks the same, battery still low, then a ping shows up

[Comunication test - 01:26:77 - °°/°°/°°/M.R - D.C: Megatron ]

"M.R?"

"Metal Rein"

"D.C... Direct Communicator?"

"Precisely, it's working, good, Shockwave will be please"

You hum, not daring to ask who that is, you would meet everyone eventually anyways... you still don't know if it's a good thing

[sunrisecaminus]

Ultra Magnus x Government Agent Reader SFW

Summary - Ultra Magnus falls in love with an human Agent after realizing she has a sweet side to her personality.

Warnings: Light Hurt/Comfort

Never have you ever thought you would be seeing real aliens when you first met the Autobots. Being one of the Agents from the US Government, you were assigned to see if Agent Fowler was doing his freaking job. That man has not gotten anything done to defeat the Decepticons that are trying to destroy the world. Now, you have been best friends with Fowler ever since college, but dang from what you have been hearing from your boss, he has been getting lazier and lazier. It was your job to see if he should be fired or not and get a replacement.

After a few months at the base, you have realized two things. One, the Autobots don't have enough recourses to even kill one Decepticon. Two, Fowler has been working his ass off for everyone to survive. Optimus was very kind to you when you arrived and introduced everyone to you. Ultra Magnus was professional, but you can tell he did not like your presence. The US government have been yelling at them about sitting on their afts, while also not providing anything for their survival. He has been warned by Fowler and Prime that humans don't understand what they were going through and so they will be very uncooperative if the bots even tried to explain themselves. "Prime sir, we should not be having anymore interference with these human leaders. Non of them have even came up once to listen to reason." He stared at Optimus with a pleading look, he didn't like to be similar to Ratchet, but he understood why Ratchet hated almost all humans. Optimus looked up from the data pad and gave him a stern look. "Ultra Magnus, I understand your lack of faith my friend, but you have to remember the humans that have helped us so far. Agent Fowler is one of the reasons we have not been kicked from this planet, the children have saved our lives, and Agent Y/n is here to help us get more supplies from the human's government if we give her reason that we are efficient enough."

Ultra Magnus hated that Optimus was right, but he was a bit suspicious of the last sentence. "I am sorry sir, but Agent y/n has not even once reported to the government in three month. I don't think we are up to her standards at all." Optimus closes his eyes to think. Magnus was right about that, you have not been really doing anything around the base except observe everyone's movements and work. Hell Ratchet has been quite annoyed by your presence since he has to stay at the base for most of the missions. He is holding on to you though, giving you hope. Only one person has been supportive of you, and that was Fowler. He told Optimus whole stories about you saving his sorry ass from college professors all the time. He told him many stories of you supporting him and even giving him a place to stay when he needed it the most. Fowler has said though you were a calculated person, and never really showed your emotions a lot. It was hard to tell if you are being nice or just straight cold. "We shall see Ultra Magnus, though I cannot confirm if she is as troubling as you say. I will talk to Agent Fowler once more, so please look over the kids."

When Optimus walked off, Magnus stayed around to make sure Miko wasn't going to prank Ratchet and helped Ralph with any questions he had about Cybertron. He than starts to hear the clicking of heels from the elevator. You had a clip board in hand and was already writing something down. Your h/c (hair color) hair looked all neat and your outfit seemed nice and custom made. Walking over to Ratchet, you ask for his latest findings from last night's mission and both of you started to talk about work. Honestly if Ratchet had a scale for which human was more annoying, you were probably around in the middle. He was able to keep a conversation with you, but from far away he would grumble about things he didn't like that you did. After a few minutes you walked over to Ralph and Ultra Magnus. You stood behind the couch and watched as Ralph was making a nice online form about his cultural findings. Of course, it wasn't public for other humans to see, but if he ever forgot about something he could always click over to his notes and see what he put down. "Ah, you are doing so well Ralph. Although you spells that wrong, the symbol you put down actually has a small line going across the bottom." You pointed out something on Ralph's computer and he gasps. "Oh crap! Your right! Dang I thought I studied that!" Magnus sees you smile for the first time. "Oh it's ok. It's impressive to see you learn so much already after only a week. Better than what I could do."

After you turn around, walking back to the railing from across the base to keep writing in your clip board, Magnus looks at Ralph confused. "What were you and Agent y/n talking about?" Ralph looks up at Magnus and shares his screen for him to see. "Oh? Y/n is teaching me how to read your alphabet! She knows a lot about Iaconian and helped me learn so I can surprise Optimus later! Don't tell him though." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. You knew Iaconian?! When did you have the time to learn such a difficult language?! Magnus couldn't help, but be flabbergasted by the fact you took the time to learn Iaconian and finally had enough. Did you like them or not? Why were you not reporting to your bosses and why haven't you left yet? You were only here to stay for a week…why haven't you left yet? He was getting to the bottom of it one way for another. He excuses himself and walks over to you. You see that a shadow surrounds your body and looks up. "Oh, good evening Ultra Magnus." You put your pen away and stood up straight to give your full attention to him. Magnus narrows his eyes and leans down just a smidge to be a bit closure to your frame. Look he may not like you, but at the very least he did not like intimidating people who are not Decepticons. "I need to speak with you Agent y/n. You have been keeping secrets from Prime and the rest of us, but now all of sudden you are learning Iaconian? What is your motivation?"

The smile that grew on your face made him a bit taken a back by the reaction. The smile looked nice on you, but he wasn't going to tell you that. "I have been monitoring everyone's work so I can give a long report to the government if they should give you their energon findings." WHAT?! The government had not only supplies, but they had the one resource they have been dying to get this whole time?! He clenched his hands into fists and looked angry. "You have energon is your procession? That stuff is useless for your species. Why didn't you report us being useful sooner. We could use those energon cubes to help give us more energy to fight for your planet." Before he could get even more angry, you put a hand up to shut him up. "Do not worry, I have already reported to them about you all working your hardest even with such little food. They needed a better report from me just in case you were pretending to be efficient for a week, so they have extended my stay for five months. At the end of my stay I will be in a very important meeting with all the higher ups to give my findings. Then they will happily give you all the crates they have by helicopter or by truck, just matters how much they are willing to give you." He could not believe this right now. This was the worse news he could get from you and he is trying not to go ape shit. "I understand this could be frustrating right now, but understand I am trying to poke them as much as I can to give you what you need. All of you have past the bar. In my book I would have given you everything by now after the first week. Right now I can't do anything but listen to their orders so you can be granted free supplies. Oh, and Optimus told me about where he lived back on Cybertron, I was curious about your culture so I had Bumblebee and Ralph help me learn. I am now known as one of the only human translators for Cybertronians and Humans. Luckily it seems you all already know English, though I would not have minded to be your spokes person."

This kind of made his anger fade…Your voice was not cold to him anymore. It seemed…sweet. This was the most care he has heard from you and it made him feel things he didn't want to feel. "W-well I appreciate you trying your best from what you have." Did he just stutter?! Oh Primus no, he needs to control himself. Why was he feeling such lovely feelings for you now?! He was just pissed a moment ago! You snapped him out of his staring and giggled. "Awe you are too kind. I need to go to Fowler now. I will see you before you all charge for the night, ok?" He nods and watches you leave. Your laugh was so cute. He needs to stop himself from feeling this way before he says something he is going to regret.

...

Bonus: Ratchet glares at Ultra Magnus while he scans him. "So a professional lady who works at the top has taken an interest in our species, her personality is a sweet yet serious person who gets the work done before she does anything else?" Sighing, Ratchet grabs his data pad and walks over to Ultra Magnus who looks at him for an answer to his condition. "You are not sick, you are just an idiot who fell in love with a fleshy."

[bummblebe]

Adorable Too

TfP Bumblebee x Reader

Word Count: 1,783

Summary: You're all too infatuated with a certain yellow mech, much to his initial confusion to your change in attitude.

Song choices <3

> Fool - Frankie Cosmos

> Glue Song - Beabadoobee

You weren't sure how long exactly you had these feelings for, but after discovering them as of recent, they've never left your mind since.

You can only pray that your revelation of admiration to a specific scout hasn't resulted in any noticeable changes in your behavior. Once you came to the conclusion (after catching yourself shamelessly fawning over him in silence during a most recent mission), like a hopeless coward you did.. absolutely nothing about it. You considered limiting visits to the base to lessen the chances of making a fool of yourself, but that might've looked more suspicious if anything.

So, here you are, at the autobot base trying desperately too hard to push down the feelings and pretend that you didn't discover anything major about yourself in the past few days.

It was proving very difficult with Bumblebee standing right behind the designated human-sized couch you, Raf, and Miko were all sitting on, the other two competing against each other in some racing game and completely oblivious to your internal battle. Their game was the last thing you could pay attention to; his presence being right there had you feel like your back was on fire, any sitting position you readjusted to never felt comfortable enough for longer than ten seconds, a lingering sense of uncomfortable insecurity engulfed your every move as you couldn't help but constantly think of the possibility of him just perceiving you. Crazy to think that a couple days ago you never would've thought twice about minute things like where your hands should be resting, whether your hair was in the way or a mess, or both. What's the battle, the struggle, one might ask? It's being on a couch.

You've never had an issue sitting on a couch before--you would swear on it, ..right now just wasn't a great example of that.

After realizing that maybe your sitting is a little too rigid for what's meant to be and is a casual hangout between friends, you silently take a breath and slowly but surely start to lean back to meet with the comfortable plush of the couch.

Though, rather than being met with the couch, instead your back made contact with the scout's servos.

Instantly, as if a shock was sent throughout your body, you flinched forward in surprise, disconnecting the contact immediately. You noticed the spot on your back that unintentionally touched his hand felt the hottest, almost as if it were a burn; nothing bad, just in the sense of an overwhelming warmth. 

A whir in the tone of a question sounded from the scout behind you, and in quick thinking you tried to play off your unexpected reaction in a continued swing to hoist yourself up from the couch. Reaching your hands above your head, you gave out the pressure in your lower back in a satisfying stretch, not realizing the words he was saying.

"Uh- ..Sorry about that, Bee. Didn't mean to bump you," you spoke apologetically, turning your face so that he wouldn't just be looking at your back, but you couldn't get your eyes to leave the railing to properly make eye contact.

Bee responded with affirmative albeit hesitant beeps.

That seemed to have done the trick.

Without removing her eyes from the screen, Miko tilted her head towards you. "Where ya headed off to?"

Quick, come up with something.

"Oh, you know.. 'just going to go get something from.. from our pantry real quick yeah- you guys want me to get you anything while I'm there?"

"Nah, 'm good thanks," Miko uttered, clearly preoccupied.

Nailed it.

"Raf?" You queried next. Unlike Miko, Raf actually looked at you to answer your offer. "Oh, I'm alright [Name], thank you." You smiled and with that, turned to the descending ladder (and judging from the groan of frustration paired alongside an exclamation of victory from behind you, Raf's politeness appeared to be his detriment in-game). Just as you were about to turn your body to climb down, a few familiar beeps stopped you. Looking up, Bumblebee stood right in front of you, in front of the ladder, with his head tilt to the side.

The only words you were able to pick up on were '-want.. ... help you?'

Judging by his now outstretched metallic palm just below you, you filled in the rest that he just offered to take you to the bottom of the ladder himself. 'Do you want me to help you?' it was probably was.

This was nothing out of the ordinary, he's done this for you many times before. The problem came from you not knowing how to properly act anymore. Any other day you would've gladly accepted without thinking twice about it, and right now is mostly the same, except now you're thinking too much about it.

You nodded your head, “Oh sure, thanks Bee. I’d love for you to help me.” 

Bee, though with no visible mouth, gave a smile evident through his bright optics as he cooed a few excited chirps and beeps, you stepping off the platform and now in his clutches. 

You looked up, returning an innocent smile towards him.

Looks will forever be deceiving because internally you were in a panic.

Why did you say ‘love?’ You’d love for him to help you? How obvious can you be? You kept your eyes closed, not daring to look at him as you basked in your inner embarrassment.

You felt the small rush in your stomach as Bumblebee leisurely descended his hand down upon the lower ground as gently as he could. Stepping off, you shot Bee a thumbs up and quickly trodded off to the small room directly underneath the upper landing that you and your fellow humans deemed the 'pantry,' a place where you four kept a stash of snacks and drinks. It was the only remaining human-sized room (more like closet) that wasn't being used so why not make it a snack hole? Truly, it started with Miko keeping her snacks there 'temporarily' (as she swore) but it soon escalated to you, Jack, and occasionally Raf contributing to the snack haven; now the four of you have sustenance at your disposal whenever any of you visited the base.

Even with all that, upon entering you nearly forgot that you lied to get here so you could avoid an awkward situation and you were stumped on what to actually bring back.

...

"What's the matter Bee?"

The mech looked up to face Rafael, apparently during a game intermission as Miko was checking something on her flip phone. After hearing the question though, she looked up, all too interested. "Why're you asking? Did Bumblebee say something?" Raf only shook his head, "No it's not about anything he said I just thought he--..well--are you feeling down, Bee?" He redirected his attention back to the scout.

Bumblebee shook his helm, waving his servos in front of him. Beeps and churs left his chassis in a series pertaining to an explanation.

"What about [Name]..?"

Miko scrambled on her knees, fully on the couch as she faced the yellow bot with intrigue. "What's it Raf?" she questioned in ardor. "Bee's just a little worried about [Name]," Raf translated. Miko frowned, "How come? They seemed alright to me?"

A continued stream of robotic whirs and boops left Bee with different dips in tones natural of someone speaking, even if unconventionally.

"So? What's he saying?" Miko asked in loud, exaggerated whisper.

Raf, in response to Bee, tilted his head, "Different how?"

"Beep, beep zip. Zrr beep kr."

"Really? I guess that's a little weird.. Think they're feeling okay?"

Miko bounced in her spot on the couch impatiently, "Hello? Gonna fill me in yet?"

Raf gave an exhausted sigh. "Bee just noticed that [Name] seemed really dismissive of him today is all."

Miko rolled her eyes and whisked her body around, slumping in the couch and returning her attention back to her flip phone. "Eh, I wouldn't dwell."

"How are you so confident?" Raf asked, curious at how quick the girl just dismissed the concern.

Miko tilted her head towards him, "Come on, there's no way they hate Bee or anything."

At this, Bumblebee's optics swirled for a good few seconds. Realization hit when he gave a few worried beeps, looking away from the two other humans in disquiet. Raf was about to give comfort to the distressed mech. "In case they think you're annoying or something just be extra nice to them! That'll help," Miko advised wisely. Raf winced at her choice of wording. "I really don't think that's all too necessary.. especially considering-"

Bee was quick to intercept and hastily utter determined whirs and beeps in response.

Suddenly, you emerged from underneath the main platform, head peaking out after climbing the ladder, not having been paying any attention to the conversation that had just ended. You huffed yourself over the edge, arms hoisting towards the platform, still below the upper-ground level. In your hands was a pack of honey-graham crackers.

Honey --> ....bee..

Ah. You winced at the unintentional yet reaching similarity to who's been on your mind all day.

At least it wasn't that obvious. Hopefully.

A few beeps from behind you entered your ears and before you could even register what they meant, you were gently lifted off of the ladder and quickly placed fully on the grounding. You continued to stand there, snack still in your hand, as you slowly turned your head to face the yellow mech. "Thanks- thanks Bee but uh- uhm.. what was that for?" You cursed yourself for the stuttering, begging that your red face wasn't as noticeable as you're imagining it is to be.

He only responded with a few of those charming sound signals of his, optics spiraling as he did, to which you couldn't stop the smile creeping up to your face. From the sidelines, Raf and Miko exchanged unknowing glances, the first shrugging his shoulders in uncertainty towards the other.

You shook your head and swiftly returned to your spot on the couch. You sighed. "Adorable..," giving the quietest of mutters as it was drowned out by your expertly timed opening of your retrieved snack.

Or so you thought.

Bee's optics gave a spin, the teal lights from his eyes dilating.

After a few seconds of shocked silence, he chirped out six excited beeps, and Raf nearly stumbled in the resumed video game (much to his dismay and probably to Miko's pleasure.

You also nearly choked mid-chewing, face growing hotter as your heartbeat intercepted within your eardrum.

The only words you were able to pick up from him were 'adorable too.'

End Notes: Fact about this one-shot: When the reader accidentally bumped Bee on the couch, his hand was actually purposefully reaching for their hair to try to help pushing it aside because he wanted the reader to be comfortable after he noticed they kept shifting so much. I think it's sweet!

[guardianofnightmares]

Forbidden

At that moment Bumblebee finally realized that he couldn’t keep the paranoid thoughts locked inside his processor anymore.

He desperately needed to speak to his friends, consequences be damned. He had to make sure that he’s not glitched in a processor. That what he got himself into was a right course of action for any good-natured Bot.

... or, rather, for any sensible Prime.

Hence why, after making a deep inhale, a minibot finally forced the dreaded words out of his intake:

"... is it wrong that I feel... bad for the prisoners? That I... periodically... h-help them?"

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Hello everyone, long time no see). Can hardly believe it's been a whole year since the last @blitzbee-week event and man, was I glad to participate in it once more. All of works were submitted on time to an event chat, but, unfortunately, I am uploading them here only now (full-time job drains me up).

Anyways, here is my first drawing from BlitzBeeWeek event Promts List. I think it will be fair to mention that this and next couple of my works will be dedicated to my fanfic called "TFA: Icarus". I will leave a link [here] for anyone interested to give it (and an existing teaser) a try. And yes, I am, in fact, going to finally upload first chapters pretty soon, it's happening, guys))). Thanks a ton for everyone who left their kudos there throughout a year, you have given me courage to put this behemoth of a story on paper and actually work it through.

As for the current entry for an event, I will provide part of a draft to one of chapters which is related to a depicted scene. It'll be "hidden" under a cut line for anyone wishing to get a more... fleshed out picture of what's going on here. Hope you'll enjoy reading it)

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“Bumblebee… are you listening to me?”

It was beyond confusing for Ratchet to see a younger Bot acting so out of touch with reality. He’s hunched over a console, helm resting in one servo while a wielding tool was twirled slowly in digits of another. Bumblebee looked so tired, clearly not caring about a task at servo, nor about an advice coming from his elder friend.

White and red Autobot knew how cheerful Bumblebee got each time they met via video calls, clearly waiting for a chance to talk to old teammates, even if these calls didn’t last long. That’s why him being so silent and lost in own thoughts was that much more worrying to witness. 

Upon being prompted again, the young bot finally raised his optics, the weight of his gaze almost making Ratchet flinch in surprise - to think that a recently promoted Prime was capable of behaving so out of character was indeed an alarming sign of change. 

The truth was, the minibot couldn’t help but to act all secretive, as if he’s done something wrong. 

Because, all things considered, he has. 

Minibot was well aware of what his actions could lead up to. All those rendezvous and revelations were such a dangerous subject to talk about, something that surely could lead him to being court marshaled if he’s caught by anybot. And what’s even worse - Bumblebee wasn’t certain whether telling friends what’s been troubling him was a good idea. 

Surely they’d not rat him out… but would they continue interacting with a yellow Autobot if he shared said secret with them? Wouldn't it be more mature of him to leave mechs oblivious (in order to protect them) and let his fears to silently fester in his processor?

... yet, to his shame, a minibot felt his resolve to keep his intake shut breaking upon seeing a haunted expression on Ratchet’s faceplates. Bumblebee wished he hadn’t looked up into the wise optics of his, those that seemed to read him as an unlocked datapad. How could he play it cool when a medic was looking at him in such a manner?

“…kid?” Now Ratchet was truly worried for his companion. He wasn’t even certain he’s ready to hear an explanation, but knew in his spark that he had to get to the bottom of a problem for minibot's sake.

At that moment Bumblebee finally realized that he couldn’t keep the paranoid thoughts locked inside his processor anymore.

He desperately needed to speak to his friends, consequences be damned. He had to make sure that he’s not glitched in a processor. That what he got himself into was a right course of action for any good-natured Bot. 

… or, rather, for any sensible Prime. 

Hence why, after making a deep inhale, a minibot finally forced the dreaded words out of his intake:

“… is it wrong that I feel… bad for the prisoners? That I… periodically… h-help them?” 

… a fleeting moment or relief at voicing his concerns instantly evaporated, changed to regret once he saw Racthet’s optics widening beyond usual capacity and heard Optimus sputtering and coughing on his energon ration off the camera. 

Such reaction made Bumblebee hide his helm between shoulder pauldrons in a clear sign of dread - so much for the support coming from teammates it seemed. 

“What?” Optimus asked after standing up from a table he’s sitting next to, the stool screeching audibly after a mech span in it. “Help them? What do you mean by that, Bumblebee? Are you alright? Do they… force you to do something for them or..?”

Minibot didn’t answer any of those questions. Wasn’t able to do it under the searching gaze of an elder mech’s optics which seemed to pin him to his own stool. Bumblebee felt like energon was going to freeze in his lines and tubes from a rising horror. Time seemed to stop for him, not unlike inner mechanisms in a frame of his. He couldn't utter a single sound, words swimming in a jumbled mess that was his processor.

What could he possibly say in his defense, now that his teammates knew of his secret? That there was a proper reason for him to feel pity for the inmates? That he was the only one to keep those mechs alive because nobody else did? That perhaps, Primus help him, all this time they were held in prison, somebot tried to take them out of game by starving them to their deaths?

A yellow Bot clearly hasn’t thought the conversation through, just as he always did, hasn't prepared himself for such a reaction even, and now that mistake was biting his aft. 

But then… then minibot heard something that immediately tore him from a panicking state he got stuck in. 

“I’ll take care of it, Prime.” Ratchet announced in a calm tone, breaking the tense silence which settled over the video call. Bumblebee was so stunned that he didn’t register those words right away, looking dumbly at warm optics of a mech on the other side of a call line. 

“But-“ 

“Optimus.” Medic cut off his commanding officer in a stern but good-natured manner, showing that he knew what he’s doing. Trusting the judgement of an older Bot, red and blue mech nodded to him and stepped away from a console, giving both of his friends some room to talk to each other. 

Young Prime could hardly believe what he’s been witnessing in front of him. Afraid to hope that his situation might’ve not been so dire after all. Baiting his breath, he watched red and white Bot turning to him again and leaning closer to a screen.

“Bumblebee, tell me, what’s happening back on Cybertron.” Ratchet asked his young friend, trying to look as non-threatening as possible, ready to tentatively listen to everything minibot’s about to say. 

And that’s when Bumblebee understood, felt it in his spark which gleefully thrummed in his chest that his old teammates were not mad at him - only worried for his well-being. Said realization made the built up over orbital cycles tension leave his frame and gave him courage to answer as honestly as he could.  

“You don’t know even half of what's going on, guys,” He stated after a breath moment of silence, then scooted on his chair closer to a screen as well and continued speaking in a hushed tone as to not to be heard by anyone else on his side of a video call. 

While retelling the recent events, which took place in Tripticon Prison, young Prime couldn’t help but periodically glance at a screen to his right side, a list of main convicts taking up most of its surface. 

Their stern gazes seemed to burn a viewer with hostility. Evil, cold, sparkless optics on unsightly faceplates. That’s what fellow guards always tended to whisper to each other either in fear or in bold mockery while walking down the hallways.

But to Bumblebee the very same pairs of optics, those he'd looked into more times then any of the local mechs, more then his friends even, told another story. Each time he saw Decepticons, bound and stripped of their weapons, there was no rage in their expressions, nor malice or contempt - only an eternal tiredness, hopelessness... and resignation with Fate.

Warframes. Mighty mechs being brought to their knees and stripped of their pride. Truly a sight which made minibot feel more miserable then three inmates he tried to take care of.

“Bossbot… Ratchet… please, come back here as soon as you can," Recently promoted Prime finally said as a conclusion to his speech. "I… I am afraid I won’t be able to handle this situation on my own anymore.”

[muletia]

✧˖° 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 [𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐]

[tfp] obsessed!optimus prime x human!reader

takes place immediately after the events of this very first obsessed!optimus drabble

cw: angst, hardcore pinning, obsessive thoughts, unrequired love

word count: 1200

"Thanks again for the ride" you say, a small grateful smile gracing your lips.

"The pleasure is all mine" Optimus replies.

The slow rhythm of the wheels rolling over the dusty road is soothing, and the seatbelt wrapped around you provides a unique sense of security that only Optimus could offer. Instinctively, out of a deeply human habit of relaxing around those you trust, you lean your back more comfortably against the seat.

Optimus hopes that the louder purr of his engine did not reach your ears, and that the descending needle on the speedometer escaped the notice of your eyes, currently fixed on the shifting scenery beyond the window. You do not need to know of his sins.

To you, this is supposed to be just a ride home with a friend. And though confining himself to the role of just a friend tore at his spark, you did not need to think otherwise.

No matter how much he longed, oh, how much he longed and suffered and burned for you to see him as something more, he knew all too well that he could not afford such a luxury.

Unworthy. Disgusting.

You will end up hurting them, Prime.

"As soon as I charge the battery in my car, I’ll stop using you guys for rides, I promise."

Your voice pulls him away from his own self-inflicted torment, granting him a fleeting reprieve, as he can now redirect his hatred towards something else.

He almost begins to hope that your battery will stay dead forever, just so you can use him more often, but he catches himself in time, realizing he is once again close to crossing an unthinkable boundary.

Life has already been unfair enough to you when it entangled you in a relationship with him.

"I assure you, you are not using anyone," because for you, he would do absolutely anything. "I did not agree to your request out of obligation. I wished to bring you home safely."

"Oh… thank you. That’s really kind of you."

A brief moment of surprise, dissipating into the subtle pink on your cheeks, the slightly accelerated rhythm of your heartbeat, and a smile he will see even after closing his optics for the rest of his life. He knows you like it when he opens up to you, admitting to the emotions he is not allowed to express under any other circumstances.

That is why the knowledge that he cannot tear out his spark and lay it bare before you, showing you absolutely everything, hurts more than any wound or insult ever could.

"So… how was your day? We haven’t had many chances to talk."

The first time you asked him that question a few months ago, Optimus had no idea what to say, utterly paralyzed by disbelief.

How was your day.

Such a simple, ordinary, even mundane question — one whose pleasure had been stolen from him by Optimus Prime. Few ever felt comfortable enough to ask him that. Most could not bypass the intimidation of his presence enough to manage anything other than stiff conversations about his greatness or war.

And yet, you had done it in such a short time. You saw him as a bot, not just a title or a leader, and one day, you had simply asked, "How was your day?"

If he had to pinpoint the exact moment when you unknowingly sealed your fate, when you drew out this wretched obsession he had for you, he would name that one.

You were not unique in that regard. The children had also quickly realized that there was no need to bow or cower before the leader of the Autobots. But you had been the first.

He wonders if, had you known the truth about his feelings, you would have done anything in your power to turn back time to that moment. Would you still have gifted him that simple "How was your day"? Would you still have asked him to take you home?

He knows the questions are rhetorical. If you knew the truth, you would never again grace him with a single glance, not even one filled with fury and contempt.

So he tells you everything that happened today, talking until he is suddenly forced to break off his monologue.

"There is a police patrol stationed seven hundred meters ahead. I suggest giving the impression that you are driving."

You grab the steering wheel, straighten up in the seat, and, though you do not have to, reach your legs towards the pedals. Only then do you strain your eyes, trying to spot the patrol he mentioned.

You trust him, he realizes bitterly. You trust a liar and a deviant, who cannot help but revel in the softness of your hands wrapped around his steering wheel. And he hates himself the most for trapping you in his web, for not freeing you from it when he still had the chance; when he first noticed the symptoms of this disease now consuming his body and, after death, his very soul.

When the danger passes, you pull your hands away, and Optimus yowls at you in silence not to. You could pretend the whole ride, consume him with the fire of the unique sensation of your touch until your gentleness consumes him and finally silences the wailing of his spark for you.

No other passenger in his alt mode had ever turned him into such a desperate creature. Fowler was aggressive and indifferent, and his touch felt entirely different from yours.

Fowler’s touch did not burn.

Fowler’s touch did not linger in his mind for weeks.

He could go his whole life without giving the agent another ride, but without yours, he would quickly descend into even deeper madness.

Primus, he really was a lost cause. No heroic or altruistic act could absolve him anymore.

Unfortunately, you finally reach your home. Swallowing nonexistent tears, Optimus releases your seatbelt and opens the door. At the same time, his holoform materializes in the passenger seat, flickering a few times before stabilizing; a man in his forties with a few days’ worth of stubble and ice-blue eyes, eerily resembling a real human steps out of his alt mode at the same time as you.

Optimus joins you, walking you to your door, never once breaking his gaze from you — not even for a nanoklik — savoring these last precious moments before the agonizingly long separation ahead.

"Thanks again," you say. "I hope we see each other again soon."

"As do I."

Orion Pax’s naïve hope lingers that you will invite him inside, but you do not grant him that honor.

"Goodnight, Optimus. Try to get some rest, okay?"

"I shall do my best. Goodnight, [Name]."

One last smile, and then you vanish into the depths of your home, bringing your wonderful time together to an end.

As he returns to his alt mode and deactivates the holoform, an uncomfortable emptiness washes over him, unnatural silence echoing in audials.

He sets his course back to the base.

Not even a nanoklik passes, and his spark is already howling for you once more.

[robolvrr]

attention-seeker ミ⁠●﹏

transformers reactions to human modifications. (tattoos, piercings, hair-dye.) headcanons!

optimus prime, bumblebee, prowl. tfa.

sfw / suggestive under cut.

may do more of them, i love this show to death.

optimus prime

"you do this stuff... for fun? huh."

try as he might, he does not understand the point much.

don't get me wrong, i see animated optimus to be the closest to a mid-twenties rascal as you can get. modifications aren't unheard of for bots. he's not a nun.

however ...

he sees humans as still pretty fragile. so the idea that you like going and having needles shoved into your flesh and jammed through your muscle isn't something he can wrap his helm around at first.

primus forbid you have lots.

imagine him trying to process you explaining that yes, your entire back is covered in ink and you're planning on about five different piercings in the next year.

"so you. you plan on getting two on your back. just because?"

"that's the plan, big guy."

poor mech is lost. though he does enjoy learning more about humanity when he isn't stressing too much about saving it.. so expect questions.

when you suggest getting one of the autobot emblem, his circuits nearly fry.

prowl

"so, what's the significance?"

i see prowl not writing off the behavior as weird and instead digging for why you pursued this journey.

yes, he sees your tattoo and piercing collection as a journey, because that's what it is, isn't it? years of work and pain to adorn your body to your liking.

he knows that humans are bundled with nerves. there's respect earned. he finds humans to be eerily resilient.

will ask you the meaning of each and every one. piercings less so.

"what does this bird represent?"

"mm.. my sense of liberty."

"a visual representation of the wish to stretch to new horizons. how fascinating. being small in a vast universe with the urge to still explore."

"i also just like hummingbirds."

"mm. i see."

will get onto you once he finds out about the "makeshift" work. finds the mistakes or even forgettable craftsmanship to make you endearing.

bumblebee

"whoa! sick paintjob, human!"

he LOVES human culture. and you guys can just... change your appearance? count him impressed!

you had dyed your hair to a nice golden yellow to match his frame and he almost jammed his intake shut.

"you can just. do that?!? b-but your helm used to be-"

"hair, bee."

"right, right. it wasn't always that color though!!!"

he thinks it's so cool. real dork about it. totally buzzed out once you spoke about the chemistry that it went to the process though.

he thinks piercings are cute. after all the fusion of metal and organic is kiiind of taboo. you pull it off great.

tattoos make him beg ratchet to let him upgrade his paint. poor old mech is grumpy and over bumble whining him to just let him "get some flames and that's it."

you draw a lot of inspiration from him. will gladly brainstorm your next big change and puff his chassis out like a lil peacock knowing you're willing to get something permanent done in his designation.

nsfw.

optimus prime

"you look like a painting. primus above, you're gorgeous..."

optimus prime enjoys tracing your tats. he kisses the patterns and images as if the pain of the needle remains, glossa licking along thick and thin ink with shuttered optics.

he likes to see goosebumps trail after. kind of a weird fetish (?) but he mostly enjoys how reactive you are and how your inkwork ripples with the movement.

when he finds out your piercings can make you sensitive ...

well, good luck.

optimus at his spark of sparks is such a tease. when you continue to surprise him, it's nice to be in control of that mutual fascination for once.

"you enjoy when i tug.. these?"

nipple piercings.

expect his glossa. he takes special care to even lubricate each of his digits just to toy with your sore nipples.

prowl

"that's it. fall apart for me. just like art..."

prowl is observant. so when you let it slip that you've been holding back on some of what's on your body...

you're on his berth and naked. his optics are hidden behind his sharp visor.

"holding back on me? that's a shame. i thought you knew better than to do that."

is he angry? hardly! but his processor is about to work overtime when you stammer just why you hadn't gone into depth.

genital piercings.

he doesn't say anything for a long time. doesn't ask the millions of questions bombarding his thoughts. his servos do that speaking before he can.

let's just say you start to understand why he deals with tedious and delicate situations. those hands are built for... meticulous attention.

bites. all the areas with piercings. focuses carefully damn near to the square inch of sensitive flesh where it drives you wild.

tattoos? he loves to scrape his digits down em.

loves to doll you up in lingerie that accentuates everything you hide. crotchless, cut-outs exposing yourself until he can't see where the inkwork begins and ends.

robolvrr 2024.

[revelboo]

Finally starting to feel a whole lot better after my surgery.

Just a few more days until I can eat solid foods well again.

Hoping you’re feeling much better! 💕

Oh, ticks aren’t fun at all

Comfort

Waspinator x Reader

• Watching his antenna lift as his head tips, he reaches out a clawed servo to gingerly touch the over sized teddy bear you’d found in the Ark’s community bins of human stuff. “It’s soft,” you coax and he glances at the Autobots sitting at the table with him, their humans on the table. It’d taken forever to get him to stop going giant wasp and just nabbing you to fly up onto the ceiling whenever anyone tries to talk to you both. To be still and trust they’re not out to get the two of you.

• Would rather be small, be your size, but he can’t protect you at that size. Leaning to rest his chin on the table, he relaxes when you sit against his mandible with the toy in your lap, your fingers fidgeting with the bow and he lays his arm on the table between you and the other humans. Thinks they’re at least okay, but he’s not sure about the Autobots. Watching the way they interact with their humans easing some of his tension. They seem to generally care about each other. Friends. Maybe more for some of them. Watches Bumblebee touch his human’s shoulder to get their attention, the way they smile up at the bot easing his worry some.

• You’ve already forgotten names and you feel like an outsider, but you like listening to the chatter of the other humans and their bots. Answering for you and Wasp both when they try to include you two, because Waspinator just whines softly, face pressed against your back. Know he just wants to hide with you in the habsuite they’ve given you both, but you’re pretty sure he needs this. Needs a sense of community and some friends besides just you. If he’d talk to them. And you need this, too. To talk about everything, the misunderstandings that come from dating aliens, the awkwardness. It helps that you’re almost certain you’re not the only one intimate with one of them.

• Venting as the Autobots and their humans talk, he mass shifts startling a laugh from the human with Trailbreaker. Ignoring them, he curls around you, an arm against your back and his head in your lap. Knows they’re staring, that he’s mostly likely done something wrong, but he’s not sure what. And you reach to play with his antenna as he tiredly chews on the hem of your covering. You’re happy here and that’s enough for him, your voice rising and falling as you talk to the others.

• Absently rubbing his antenna as he tries to wiggle closer like a massive lapdog, you see the human with the horned yellow bot smile as Wasp’s wings buzz before stilling. And this is good for him. To not feel scared and threatened all the time. You like the other people. Mostly. There’s a few that made it very clear they don’t like your big, ugly puppy, but most of them are coming around. It feels good to hang out with people, chatting and having a sense of community you haven’t really had since high school. And sure, there’s drama and squabbling, but you’re all in same boat here. Adopted by giant aliens whether you like it or not.