#idw transformers x reader

[fizzyy-pop]

thinking about cybertronians with a human reader who proves their love and loyalty to them by going against their own species.....

although you've told them countless times how you want to help them– whether it's helping the lost light crew find the knights of cybertron, or helping the g1/tfp bots find a way to get back home to cybertron, ect– they also understand that humans stick together above anything. they're also well aware that you have dreams and aspirations of your own, aching and yearning to fulfill them, and have pushed them aside temporarily to help them reach their goal.

that's why they tense up and fully expect the worst when they run into the enemy team with you by their side (whether it's M.E.C.H or G.H.O.S.T or some random stray corrupt government group) and instead of fighting, the bastards turn to you and try to remind you of where your loyalties should lie; with other humans. not an invasive, destructive alien species. they offer you everything you could ever want in return for backstabbing your beloved giant mechs and femmes... free schooling for your passions, infinite materials to create or research or explore. a perfect home in the perfect place, the one you've dreamt of since childhood.

imagine their surprise when instead of throwing yourself at the offer, you throw yourself into a screaming tangent about how stupid and insane they must be for even thinking that you would ever betray your friends, your family. when you said you would do anything for them you meant it, and absolutely nothing they offered you would change your mind.

the bots absolutely light up– literally. their optics blazing bright and their plating shivering as they realize how serious you are, to have turned away your own people and the ability to live the dream life you've always deserved because you believe their missions and their goals are far more important than anything.

after that incident, you'll find yourself drowning in soft glances and gifts, sweet praise and blatant admiration. every request you make is fulfilled swiftly and thoroughly by your big bot friends. and although you can't understand why just yet, you will soon come to discover it's their way of paying you back for your loyalty and kindness; because if you always do the most for them, who would they be to do the bare minimum for you?

[drabbletron]

could we maychance get swerve with 1 on the smut prompt list 🗣🧍‍♂️

Can't Stop, Won't Stop: Swerve X Reader SMUT

|| Ngl, I forgot I finished this and never got around to posting it lmao! I've never written crying during sex, but I hope this is okay! I also really wanted to write some thigh stuff? idk, but it was worth a shot. Enjoy! ||

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

Already your thighs are coated in transfluid, and you've hardly let him touch you beyond making out and fondling. The soft feel of your thighs around his spike already driving him into overstimulation. How long has he been going at this? He can hardly keep track with how lightheaded he feels. It's like his sensor net has been set on fire and he keeps looping through too much and not enough. What you assume to be tears are dribbling down Swerve's face from under his visor and dripping down your calf as he holds your legs to his chassis, ankles crossed over one another against his shoulder.

"Just. Can't. Stop!"

Each thrust punctuates his words and he's overloading again onto your stomach and thighs once again.

The fresh wave of heat brings you to near climax yourself. Your skin is already so so sensitive and he's right there, just fucking you right above where you want him most. If he'd just shimmy down a little lower, you'd be in ecstasy, but he just won't. Does he want you to beg? Maybe his brain is too fried to think straight. You can feel your sex throbbing as he starts humping again, his grip on your thigh bruising as his other servo keeps your ankles together, and his spike gliding easily against you from being lubed by his copious amounts of transfluid.

"I can't believe you're letting me do this! Agh! I bet being inside you is going to be amazing! Oh Primus, I've been thinking about this for too long, y'know?"

On and on does he go as he keeps thrusting. His hips keep a snappy rhythm, and his voice raises octaves the faster he goes until it dissolves into static as he finishes a third time. So far, the berth below you is drenched in him and it creeps over your chest a bit when he hikes your lower half up higher.

"Swerve, please...!"

"Ah-- 'm sorry! You just feel so good and I-I want to make you feel good too," the slippery head of his spike continues to pump through your thighs with a quickness, "but your thighs are so fragging soft!! Nngh!"

Doesn't he know that if he just aimed downward that he'd be inside of you? It's right there! Maybe if you just-- OH there it is!

You scoot yourself down the berth and angle your hips up ever so slightly in his grip, and the lack of friction lets him suddenly slip down the apex of your thigh to grind deliciously over your sex and thank the stars above for the ridges on his fat spike because they stroke you just right! You dissolve into a moaning mess and toss your head back, saying his name like a song. It's hard not to arc your back, but bracing your hands against the berth helps to stabilize you to take more of his frantic pacing.

Swerve can feel the red-hot heat of your core and it leads to a fresh wave of tears, bigger and wetter, that fall over your legs.

"Frag is that your-- Ah! So warm! I bet you're so tight 'n soft! Wanna be in you so bad, please?!"

You can't even care that he's losing his mind now. You'll deal with that later after this is over, but right now, you need to get yours. Just hearing the sticky sounds of his thighs slapping your ass mixing with the wet schlick schlick schlick of his spike gliding through your thighs and against your sex is enough to bring you to the brink. Combine that with seeing his cable ravaging you and having that thickness running over you stomach, and you're finishing right along with him.

"Swerve-- 'm gonna...!"

"Me too--!"

With heavy sobs Swerve drives himself hard through your thighs and hot, pink transfluid pours like a fountain from his tip. The warmth oozes over your thighs and melts into your sex as you climax, core pulsing. He doesn't let go of you though, and you know you'll have marks tomorrow with how tight he's holding you.

This must be the last time for the night because Swerve's humping, twitchy as it is, has finally died down as he catches his breath.

"'That... that was... oh, damn...! We just -- and I – FRAG, that was awesome!"

Face still wet with lubricant, he looks down at you grinning hard before leaning in to kiss you. With a breathless laugh you kiss back.

"Just stick it in next time, will ya?"

[ppnuggiexxx]

-> thundercracker gets laid | idw/transformers

• characters :: thundercracker

• tw :: afab reader, she/her reader but you/your pronouns, vaginal penetration, tc getting laid for the first time in forever, mass displacement, praise (character receiving), cumming inside

• an :: getting sucked back into transformers ,, give tc a little love <3 mdni

"Hah, so tight!" his servos came up to grasp your hips. How long had it been since he last interfaced? Humans were a guilty pleasure, their bodies more flexible than cybertronians. He might as well be one of the few decepticons that took an interest in the people of this planet.

There was no way the autobots weren't getting in on any action. They're closer to humans than he was, and he usually spared them during battle. He tried his best to save them when he could, more than aware of how similar they were to his race.

Primus, you were a vixen. Your small hands settled on top of his servos, grinding your hips against his. His spike throbbed inside of you, thundercracker groaned when he felt you clench around him. He was short of breath, his optics on the verge of flickering and turning off. He hoped he didn't overload early and leave you unsatisfied.

"Is this the best you've had yet? You look so flustered right now," your voice was so sultry, words smooth against your tongue as you spoke. Was he overheating? Did his fans just kick on? Primus, he was pathetic.

"Just...go slow," he pouted, and his optics furrowed. "Of course."

With a slow drag, you lifted your hips, and it took everything in him not to overload right then and there. The way your walls felt around his spike was unlike anything he'd experience. You were wet and warm, an experience he never even thought he could have. Cybertronians weren't this warm, nor this tight, not even minicons.

"You're so pretty beneath me. Look at you, a big, bad decepticon," your hands moved from his servos and to his chassis. "Yet you're reduced to nothing but a mess in my hands. I wonder how your fellow seekers would react?"

He'd feel shame, or so he thought. A decepticon mingling with a human isn't all that heard of, save for the insecticons. They would gladly put their servos on anything they could grab. Anything they didn't deem as food they might as well rut against.

Would Starscream and Skywarp think differently of him? It's not as though they aren't aware of his infatuation with you. Though they probably didn't expect him to go as far as to interface with you. He'd crumble in embarrassment and shame if they ever found out. He hopes they never do.

Your lips planted a kiss to his, leaning over his body. The tip of his spike rubbed against your entrance, not fully inside yet just enough to cover the head of it. Your skin was soft under his servos, squishy and welcoming. This was a mech's wet dream to experience.

Some transfluid had already started to form at the tip, rubbing against your pussy lips and mixing with your own arousal. Thundercracker only groaned at the sight, moving a servo up your body. From your back and trailing up towards your chest, holding one of your breasts in his palm.

He wasn't too informed on the human body to know what these were for, yet the reaction you gave was enough to tell him you felt pleasure from it. He rubbed a digit over your nipple, squeezing your breast gently as you sunk down on his spike. One of your hands moved up to his faceplate, resting against his cheek as you let out a soft moan.

Thundercracker couldn't help the way he twitched inside you, reading to overload. As you became more accustomed to his spike, you became bolder. Your hips are rising and lowering faster than before, his servo tightening its grip on your hips with every bounce. His optics followed the way your breasts moved, entranced at how your body reacted to his.

He whined, his optics starting to flicker in tune with your bouncing. He bit his bottom lip, moving his servo back to your hip and holding you in place before easily sliding you up and down his spike. The tip rubbed against a cluster of nerves, making you moan and allow him to control your body.

Your hand moved from his face and between your legs, fingers working at your clit. You were close, full of a thick spike that was leaking and leaving a purple mess against your thighs. "Are you close?"

Thundercracker hadn't answered, more focused on trying to be as gentle as he could with your body but holding you tight enough to maneuver you how he wanted. "Almost there...!" he grunted, sitting up from laying down. His wings started to twitch, his open mouth pants starting to turn to static as he started to thrust his hips up into you.

With a loud moan, his optics turned black, powering off as he spilt his transfluid inside you. Purple liquid in the same consistency as semen started to drip out and down your thighs. You had cum not long after, clenching around his spike and panting as your fingers stroke your clit.

His optics turned back on, gazing intently on the mess he had made between your legs. Your pants matched his own, recovering from the high you both had.

"Next time you need to let off some steam, hit me up. I don't mind going for round two," you licked your lips and raised your eyebrows at him.

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

HI!! i recently read your posts ab the free use human and promptly lost my mind they're so delicious 🙏

i was wondering if you would be able to do something smutty between swerve and a human reader?? i already KNOW he would fantasize ab getting crazy with a human but then when he finally gets offered the chance to do it? he's obviously not gonna miss the chance but he's really nawt gonna know what to do with himself 😭

I am a hopeless slut for Swerve. Sir please blabber to me about nothing while I gaze at you with heart eyes.

Swerve x reader, gender neutral AFAB reader, racially ambiguous, fluff to smut, mutual pining, oral, dirty talk, size kink, strength kink

Swerve couldn’t help when his gaze lingered on you sitting on the bar. Little human form so tiny compared to the mechs around you. Even compared to a minibot like Swerve you were puny.

He couldn’t help the thrum in his spark when you looked up at him like he was your world. He couldn’t help the flush of energon in his faceplate when you reached up and held his servo. Your hand wrapped around three of his fingers as he walked you back to your habsuite every night after you help him with his bar.

So small, so soft, so cute.

You were just sitting there kicking your legs and jabbering with some of the lingering bots while Swerve cleaned up.

“This is the longest I’ve heard you quiet,” Nautica mused placing her empty cup on top the bar.

Swerve jolted swinging his helm to the femme meche before him. “Y-yeah?” He stuttered out hoping she hadn’t caught on to his ogling. “It’s been a long cycle.”

Nautica smirked with a knowing look on her face. “Yeah? Bet it’s gonna be a long night too.”

Swerve immediately caught on to what she was insinuating. He nearly dropped the glass he was cleaning and ended up fumbling it in the air for a good second before catching it.

“Are you okay, Swerve?” You ask noticing his strange behavior.

“Yeah! I’m fine!” Swerve reassured you nervously.

You smiled at Swerve before returning your attention to the bot in front of you. Nautica chuckled behind her servo trying to hide her knowing smile. “The human is totally into you,” she teased quietly.

Swerve scowled at Nautica. “Don’t joke about that.” He turned his gaze to you longingly as you waved goodbye to the final bots leaving the bar. “I think you got a chance,” Nautica said to Swerve. “They may or may not have said something to me.” With that Nautica left Swerve to his gaping jaw on the floor. You gave her a wave goodbye before turning to Swerve.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask with a giggle.

Swerve coughs trying to gather himself his vents running flusteredly. “Yeah! Yeah I’m totally cool,” he said more so trying to reassure himself. Under your gaze he felt like his plating was on fire. Your concerned little stare and how you sat so demurely on his bar. “Want to be a gentleman and walk me home again?” You asked with a flirtatious inclination.

Or at least Swerve thought as much. Maybe Nautica was just getting in his head. There would be no way he could have a chance with you. Someone like Rodimus or Mirage is more your type. Someone heroic and strong and definitely cooler than him.

“Why I’d be honored,” Swerve said in a mock posh accent and with an animated bow.

Your laughter was like twinkling bells in his audials. You reached your arms out for Swerve and he nearly passed out. Your arms outreached looking for him. He moved in, pedes heavy against the bar floor, as he wrapped his arms around your waist in a hug.

You made a soft sound of surprise but hugged Swerve back giving him a couple pats on his helm. “As much as I like the hug, can you help me off the bar?”

Swerve felt like he took a kick directly to his spark. Of course you weren’t looking to hug him. Hell, he did this routine with you everyday! Nautica’s words wormed around his processor laying parasitic eggs in his thoughts.

Swerve lifted you up off the bar counter trying to savor the feeling of your soft body against him. Your feet met the ground as Swerve gently set you down.

Your hands slid down his arm plating during your descent as Swerve’s servos landed on the back of your biceps. “Thank you, Swervy,” you smiled unintentionally letting the nickname slip from between your lips. You two stayed like that for a little bit; Swerve marveling at how you felt in his embrace and you burning up from embarrassment.

“Wait-“ Swerve laughed standing up straight. “Swervy?”

You sputtered trying to find an explanation for the nickname. Swerve reached out pinching your cheeks. “You’re so cute! Please don’t stop being so cute!” You made an annoyed noise at having your cheeks pinched but made no move to stop Swerve.

“Hey,” Swerve’s suddenly serious tone caught you off guard. “Do you want to come over to my habsuite and watch-“

“Yes!”

You both blinked at each other surprised by your eager acceptance of Swerve’s invitation. The minibot called back to what Nautica said feeling his knee joints wobble a bit.

“Y-yeah?” Swerve gulped with excitement. His Servos cupped your face stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“Are you asking me out?” You asked holding onto Swerve’s wrists.

This was supposed to go differently in Swerve’s processor. He was supposed to be smooth and suave, leaning over the bar nonchalantly cleaning a glass. He’d say something flirtatious making you swoon. He’d butter you up then drop the question. He could have rescued you from a mean bot teasing you for your height and organic limitations. He’d stand up for you and tell that bot off and he’d be a hero in your eyes. He could have ran into you in the halls making you drop your books and he’d help you pick them up. Your little hand would make contact with his servo and you two would slowly look up at each other. He’d offer to carry your books and walk you to wherever you were going.

“Swerve?”

The minibot so stuck in his daydreams of what should have been didn’t even realize that he’d been staring at you and mindlessly stroking your face.

“Yeah?” He said barely above a whisper.

“Yes to you asking me out or yes to me saying your name?”

“Yes to both!” Swerve exclaimed sweeping you up into another hug. You squeaked surprised at being suddenly lifted into the air and engulfed in mechanized arms. He pressed his faceplate into the side of your head taking in the feeling of your body against him as well as your scent. “Primus I can’t believe it.” You giggled patting his shoulder plate.

Swerve adjusted your position so you were sitting in the crook of his arm with one servo holding onto your calf and the other supporting your waist. You held onto his shoulder plates and smiled down at the minibot.

“I can’t believe you’d actually agree to going out with me after that whole disaster of an invitation! I mean I had this whole scenario planned out where I’d wine and dine you.” Swerve chuckled stroking your waist with his thumb.

“It’s okay, Swerve,” you giggle cupping his face. “The whole bar could have caught fire too and I’d still say yes.”

Swerve’s engine rumbled so enamored with how you stroked the metal of his fave as well as how you spoke to him. Nautica ended up being right. Every time she’d come in here and tease him for his little crush, telling him he should ask the little human out, she was right. Swerve’s spark thrummed through his chasis as you left a small kiss on his forehead just above his visor.

“I’ve really liked you for a while,” you admit shyly. “I just didn’t know if I’d be ruining our friendship if I said something.”

“I don’t think you could do anything that would make me not want to be around you,” Swerve reassured you. “You could straight up kill me and rip my spark out and I’d haunt you trying to hang out with you!”

You snorted giving Swerve another kiss to his forehead. Swerve let out a little huff and furrowed his optic ridge. “I don’t get a kiss on the cheek too?” He said tapping his cheek with his finger. You laughed leaning down to give him a kiss on his cheek but at the last minute he turned his helm causing your lips to collide with his instead of his face.

What was supposed to be a little gag on his end ended up turning into you gripping his face and pushing your mouth against his intake. His optics widened glowing brightly behind his visor but he did nothing to move away. Instead he gripped your hip with his servo and returned your passions.

His intake moved fluidly against your lips like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. Swerve couldn’t help the groans of delight he released into your mouth. You tasted so sweet on his glossa like honied energon. When you finally pulled back for air he couldn’t help but try to chase after you before taking in your face.

Sweaty, panting, and you felt so much warmer. Your eyes were half lidded and your pupils blown wide.

“I wanna frag you so bad,” Swerve said in an airy voice. Your eyes widened in shock at how forward he was being. “Wait! I didn’t mean to-“ you cut him off with another kiss this time more passionately. Your tongue slithered across his dermas. The whimper he let out made you clench your thighs. He opened his intake allowing his glossa to move against yours.

“I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” Swerve mumbled against your lips. You devilishly nipped at his bottom lip. “God Swerve,” you groaned between kisses. His name coming from your mouth danced around his processor like a melody. “Please fuck me.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at how loud Swerve’s engine revved. You barely had enough time to laugh before he was tossing you over his shoulder plate and rushing out of the bar. “Oh man,” Swerve huffed as you bounced with his stride. “Holy shit I can’t believe this is happening!” A couple mechs you two passed by looked at you concerned before donning a knowing look when he realized what Swerve had planned for the Lost Light’s little human.

You covered your face slightly embarrassed that so many mechs now knew that not only were you a robotfucker but you were also on your way to pound town with Swerve as your conductor.

Swerve’s habsuite door opened with a swish. Being mindful of your head and the doorframe, Swerve rushed into his room and flopped you on his metal berth. Your head made sharp contact with it creating a loud bonking sound that made Swerve freeze and you laugh.

You held the back of your head where it started to sting laughing with no noise at the ridiculousness of the situation. Swerve bit his knuckles as he reached his other servo out for you. “Are you okay? Shit, I didn’t kill you did I? I can’t kill you on our first date!”

You shook your head propping yourself up on your elbows. “I’m fine!” You laughed feeling the stinging start to fade. “I’m fine, I promise.” Swerve seemed to relax a little as he reached out to hold your head. He made you bend your neck forward as he towered over you making sure the back of your head was truly okay. Swerve let out a sigh of relief while stroking your hair. “I totally forgot you’re not as durable as us,” Swerve murmured softly. “I thought I would be all romantic and throw you on the bed.”

You hummed wrapping an arm around Swerve’s neck to the best of your ability. “I thought it was pretty romantic,” you said with a smile. “I mean it’s not everyday such a stud of a mech gives me a concussion.”

Swerve huffed picking you up from under your armpits and adjusting his position so he was sitting with his legs crisscrossed and you in his lap. He rested his servos on your waist with a dissatisfied look on his faceplate. “Now don’t go spreading rumors that I knocked you out or gave you brain damage on our first date!”

You wriggled in his grip so you were straddling his lap. “Aww,” you teased while holding Swerve’s face. “That’s the only reason I’m here. I thought you were going to fuck my brains out.”

The steam that released from Swerve’s vents made your shirt ruffle. His face was flushed blue with energon and his grip on your waist tightened. “I can’t believe you’re here,” Swerve murmured leaning down towards your face. You met him half way tipping your head up so you could capture his dermas with your lips.

Swerve groaned into your mouth as his servos explored your back and hips. “You’re so soft,” Swerve mumbled into your mouth. “I can just squish you under my servos.” Swerve punctuated what he had said with a couple squeezes to your hips. You smiled into the kiss adoring how even when he was making out with you he still continued to talk.

You pulled back to get some air admiring Swerve’s dumbfounded expression. “Frag,” he said in an airy voice. “I-I don’t know what I’m doing. I mean I’ve never done this before! I mean I’ve fucked other bots before but I’ve never interfaced with a human! I know we have the same set up because I’ve seen human porn but I don’t-“

“You’ve watched human porn?” You asked pushing your chest against Swerve. He dropped his jaw not realizing what he had said. “What are you into,” you asked giddily rubbing your hands across his chasis.

“C’mon,” Swerve groaned tilting his helm back. “Just pretend you didn’t hear me say that.”

“Do you jack off to it?” You pushed further letting your hands wander to his shoulders. Swerve hissed steam at your teasing. His servos reached down to cup your rear as you explored his torso. “Cause sometimes I like to think of you when I do,” you whispered into his audial. Your whole body felt hot at that confession both aroused and embarrassed.

There was a click then a hiss like pressure being released before a heavy metal chord sprung between your legs.

“Shit!” Swerve said embarrassed. “Sorry I didn’t mean to do that!” He could already hear you laughing at him for how disgustingly turned on he was.

“Is that your dick?” You asked with wide eyes.

“It’s called a spike but yeah,” Swerve said wincing at your gawking.

“You’re huge,” you gaped trying to hold yourself back from touching his spike.

Swerve’s robotic cock twitched at your compliment. He could feel his cooling fans kicking on trying to keep him from overheating. Despite every hiccup today, despite how unsuave Swerve was, you showed him nothing but love.

“Can I touch it?” You ask feeling your underwear dampen at the sight.

“Yeah! Yes! Yes please!” Swerve begged squeezing your ass. You reached down giving his spike a firm stroke. His engine sputtered at the feeling of your soft hand against his arousal. “Primus,” Swerve gawked watching how you tenderly rubbed him. “Primus I can’t believe you’re here.”

You ran your thumb over his leaking tip gathering the pink transfluid and using it as lubricant to help your hand travel over the cabling of his cock. Swerve exvented hot air out of his frame. He couldn’t hold back the whimper that bubbled out of his intake at the pleasure you brought him.

“Noooo,” Swerve whined when you took your hand away from his spike. His protests were soon quieted when he saw you moving to take off your shirt and unbutton your pants. His optics darted to your chest with intrigue.

“Those-“ Swerve started sliding his servos up your body until he was holding your chest with his fingers splayed over your sides and part of your back. “Frag, these are your nipples.”

You giggled at Swerve’s dumbfounded yet aroused reaction to your chest. He ran his thumb over your nipples making you moan softly. “And humans just spray milk from these?” Swerve seemed almost giddy at the idea. “Sometimes,” you responded your eyes trained on where Swerve rubbed at your chest.

“Why do you guys do that? Is it like a defense thing or?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bloomed out of you. “No! Well maybe for some people but it’s mainly to feed babies,” you explained gently rubbing your pelvis against his spike. Swerve swore under his breath at your movements. He pinched at your nipples making you whine and arch your back towards him. You could feel the hot drift of hair from his vents.

“I want to put a baby into you,” Swerve groaned pulling at your sensitive nipples.

You whined pushing your chest into his grip. “Yeah?” You panted while grabbing his spike once again. “Yeah,” Swerve said tilting his helm down to bite at your neck. “I wanna see how much milk I can get from you.”

Swerve thrusted into your hand in time with your strokes. His intake brushed against your soft skin leaving kisses across the sensitive expanse of your neck. “I bet you’d be so tight,” Swerve whined doing his best not to be too rough with his biting. “Could I even fit in you? You’re just so much smaller! I mean, frag, I can pick you up with one servo.”

You moaned tilting your head to the other side so Swerve had better access to your neck. “I can stretch,” you said breathlessly. You could feel the desperation building inside of you. Swerve hummed with your nipples in his intake. You whined feeling so empty without Swerve’s spike filling you.

“Swerve!” You cried as you humped his lap. “Please! I want you to fuck me so bad!”

Steam blasted out of Swerve’s vents at your sudden desperation. “How?” He asked releasing your nipple with a pop. “How should I uhm do you?” He couldn’t help but feel awkward in the situation. While he was one to constantly speak for some reason dirty talk felt so different now.

You leaned back trying to wiggle out of your pants. The position made it awkward and Swerve had to help you by supporting your back with his servo and guiding the fabric down your legs. When your underwear and pants were finally slid off your body, Swerve could only gawk at your pulsing heat.

You were already so slick with need and he could feel the heat radiating off of your pussy. His Servos dug into your skin possessively and hard enough to make you squeak out in pain.

“Ah! Sorry! Sorry!” Swerve apologized lightening his grip on you.

“It’s okay,” you panted with your eyes half lidded. “I hope it bruises.”

Swerve sputtered in outrage. “You want me to bruise you?! Now why in the whole of Cybertron would you-“ then it hit him. You want him to mark you. You want him to leave evidence of his touch on your body for wandering optics.

“Frag,” Swerve said breathlessly. “Yeah? You want it to bruise?”

You nodded leaning forward to grab Swerve’s lips with yours. He moaned into the kiss letting his grip tighten on your hips once more. He rolled his pelvis up towards yours trying to find stimulation for his spike. You responded by eagerly pushing your sopping cunt against the throbbing metal cord.

Swerve swore his entire system crashed and rebooted when he felt the slick glide of your arousal along his spike. Your soft panting into his intake was like a drug fueling the violent lust for you that had been brewing inside of him for what felt like forever. He pulled back trying to stifle the rumble his engine made when he saw how you chased after him.

“How am I going to put this inside of you?” Swerve laughed giving you a rough thrust of his hips against your core.

You hadn’t considered that and thought for a second. “Let me take the lead for a bit,” you said steadying yourself with a hand on his shoulder.

“Please do,” Swerve smiled, his hands never leaving your hips.

You lifted yourself up off his lap using your knees so you could position his spike towards your hole. “Primus,” Swerve panted seeing the strings of arousal you left on his spike. “I got you that wet? Me? Frag, you think I’ll just slide in there?”

“I hope,” you panted grabbing a hold of Swerve’s spike in on hand and steadying yourself with the other. You aimed the pointed tip of his chubby cock towards your leaking hole. Swerve’s systems were buzzing in impatience at the thought of finally being inside of you.

You dipped your pelvis down trying to capture his cock but only ended up causing it to slip and push against your clit. You both gave an unexpected moan at the same time before you tried again.

With a firm grasp on his cock you tilted your vagina towards the tip and finally pushed down.

The immediate sting of being stretched by something so wide made you wince.

Swerve had to steady every impulse in his body to not thrust up into you. You were so tight and so warm. He could feel your pulse along the head of his spike and he forced your pussy open.

“B-big!” You panted trying to gather your thoughts.

“Yeah?” Swerve wiggled his optic ridge at you.

You huffed out a laugh trying not to let your shaky thighs give up on you and force your body onto his spike.

“Look at you,” Swerve gleamed feeling his spark swell with love. Your shaky body covered in sweat and so sensitive under his touch. He hadn’t even started properly fucking you and you looked absolutely ruined.

“Let me know when you’re-“ Swerve was interrupted mid sentence when he felt your sweaty knee slip against his plating making you lose balance. He was quick to grab your hips and keep you from being impaled but not before you took more of his girth.

You cried out throwing your head back. “Fuck!” Your voice was like a choir to him. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Swerve gave a slow, experimental thrust up into your heat. “Is that good?” He asked with a slightly concerned look on his faceplate.

“It’s so good!” You moaned letting your hand drop from his shoulder and work at your clit. Your body weight was now completely supported in Swerve’s grip as he held you by your hips and waist.

Swerve wanted to drop you on his spike so bad just to see that shocked expression on your face when you’re filled to the brim with him. “Want me to fuck you now?” Swerve asked feeling more empowered by your reaction.

You nodded eagerly while trying to lean forward to take his mouth with yours.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Swerve tsked with a teasing smile. “You gotta use your words! I know humans are smarter than that.”

You pouted but gave in to his request. “Please! Please Swerve I want you to fuck me!”

“As you say,” Swerve gave in to the devil on his shoulder whispering into his intake to drop your weight on his spike.

The choked noise you made and how you tightened around him was somehow better than the shocked expression you made.

You were sat on his pelvis, pussy filly engulfing his spike with room for little else. Your sweet arousal leaked around him making his plating sticky with slick.

“You’re in my guts,” you choked out as tears came to your eyes.

Swerve leaned down to kiss the salty tears before they could run down your cheeks. “Feel good?” He asked starting to feel unsure if his impulsive action might have hurt you.

You nodded eagerly almost knocking your head against Swerve’s helm. He could only laugh in adoration at your desperation. “You’re tight,” Swerve said breathlessly. “I don’t think I’ve been with anyone this tight.”

“I’ve never been with someone this big,” you panted as you slowly began rolling your hips.

For some reason that sentence managed to make a nest within his processor. Unless you’ve been in the berth with other mechs you wouldn’t have been with someone as big as him. The idea that he was the first mech you’d ever fucked made his spark glow with need.

Swerve changed the position so your upper back was against his berth while he held your lower body in his servos. He curled his frame over yours to capture your pleasing lips into another kiss. He was going to show you how much better he was than any human you had ever been with. He was going to prove just how worthy he was in being your first mech.

You held onto his helm as you moved your lips against his then whined into his intake when he started his frantic thrusting.

He plowed into you like he’d lose you if he stopped. You could feel the backs of your thighs and your rear start to sting from making sharp fast contact with his metal plating.

The more you thought about it the more it scared you how strong Swerve was compared to you. Despite his rabbit like pace, Swerve was still holding back so he wouldn’t hurt you. He was managing to keep his pistons in place well enough to not break your pelvis.

You could feel his fat cable pushing your walls open and the thickest parts rubbing against your G-spot.

You finally had to pull away from Swerve’s intake to catch your breath earning a frustrated whine from the mech. He pushed forward trying to capture your lips once again but when you tilted your head up and away he settled on drowning your neck in love bites and kisses.

“Please,” Swerve begged between slathering your neck in love. “Please it’s so good!”

What he was begging for you weren’t sure but you tilted your hips up more in response.

The wet clapping that filled the room would be lodged in Swerve’s processor until his spark went cold. The feeling of your velvety walls pulsing around him was something he couldn’t believe he had lived all these years without. Swerve was sure that if he wasn’t inside of you fucking your body with all he had he would surely die.

“It’s too much!” You cried out tears prickling from the corners of your eyes. “It’s too big!”

Swerve tucked his helmet against the space between your neck and shoulder trying to memorize your scent. “I got you,” Swerve moaned. “You can take it.” He struggled through the last sentence as your walls clamped down on him like a beat trap. He could feel your body shiver and squirm in his iron grip as your orgasm overcame you. Your mouth was open in an O shape as your eyes were squeezed shut.

Swerve wrapped his metal arms around your body holding you flush to his frame as you rode out your orgasm. He swore he hadn’t seen a sight more beautiful than your body shivering in bliss in his grasp. He had never heard a sound more beautiful than how you shakily moaned out his name as he punched the air out of your lungs with each thrust.

You whined in his arms as his thick spike dragging along your walls soon became overwhelming. You were spread so wide and so sensitive you were sure your body was unraveling.

You could feel coolant tears dripping onto your body as Swerve sobbed in pleasure. “I love you!” He cried holding you like you were his last tether to this mortal realm. “Frag I love you so much!”

He could feel his valve clenching and his spike becoming more sensitive. The way you squeezed around him was becoming too much and before he could warn you as to what was happening, a thick stream of transfluid shot out of him filling your cunt to the point of leaking.

You shuddered at the warmth his overload brought inside of you. His fluid was almost unbearably hot as it sat in your womb. You could only concentrate on the feeling of being so unbelievably full with both his spike and his cum stuffed inside of you.

You shuddered and twitched in his hold all the while Swerve just clung to you like a teddy bear.

“Are you okay?” Swerve asked, his cooling fans whirring at their highest setting.

“S’good,” you managed to dribble out feeling like your body was no longer yours but instead a bowl of gelatin.

“Primus you feel so good,” Swerve groaned while stroking your hair. “Don’t make me pull out please. You’re so warm and soft and tight.” Swerve’s words slurred together as he gently started moving his hips once again.

You shivered and cried out pulling your legs close to your body as the overstimulation started to set in. “Too much!” You wailed shakily.

Swerve immediately stopped his humping but you couldn’t miss the last thrust he got in. “Sorry,” he mumbled against your neck. “Can we stay like this for a while?”

“Yes,” you sighed while running your hands up his helm. “Please don’t pull out.”

Swerve lifted his helm to plant a wet and loud kiss on your cheek. “I didn’t plan to.”

[loo-looland]

Rachet: who the frag burning down my kitchen

*currently in the kitchen*

Drift: Making breakfast for my beautiful conjux

[wigglermansblog]

REFORGED

[ Transformers x Marine! Reader ]

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A/n : This is more of a crossover between two shows I like. Transformer x One Piece. This will be a review chapter and if the story gets a lot of attention , I'll keep it coming. For the Transformers, I don't choose any continuity and build up my own universe.

Also, sorry for not being active. I've been busy with work for the past months.

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"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I have to do this— please, forgive me!"

The man beneath you wailed, his hands trembling—slick with your blood. The kitchen knife is buried deep in your heart.

He stumbled backward, collapsing onto the floor, his sobs loud and broken. Tears streamed down his face like a waterfall, his body wracked with guilt. You’d seen that look before—the hollow, haunted eyes of someone who had been forced to commit an unforgivable act. Someone who had been cornered, crushed under the weight of desperation.

"It's... okay..." you rasped, copper flooding your mouth with each word. "It's not your fault. Please... don't blame yourself..."

Your voice was weak, your breath shallow. You smiled through the pain, your lips trembling. His breath hitched, eyes wide with disbelief as he clutched his chest.

"Take care... of yourself… and your family..."

Your body lurched forward and crumpled to the cold floor, the metal of the blade clinking softly as it slid free. A pool of blood expanded beneath you, warm and spreading.

The man’s cries were the last sound you heard—raw, anguished, broken.

And then—

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You expected darkness. An end. The peaceful embrace of the Sanzu River, where perhaps your family waited on the other side with open arms.

Instead, you felt cold.

A biting, unnatural chill.

And the low hum of something mechanical.

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Your eyes snapped open.

Cold metal surrounded you. Panels of glowing glyphs pulsed in hues you couldn’t name. You were enclosed in a pod, dimly lit from within by an eerie blue light. It hissed loudly, and with a mechanical clunk, the hatch released.

HSSSSSH—

The pod’s door split open. You stumbled forward and crashed to the ground with a heavy clank. Disoriented, you looked down at your hands—except they weren’t hands.

They were metallic. Sleek and angular, with glowing lines of energon coursing beneath the plating.

Your fingers moved, jointed and smooth like a machine. You gasped, the sound rattling through a new, unfamiliar throat. You scrambled back in shock, metal scraping against metal.

"What in the—"

Your voice sounded distorted. Echoed. Then suddenly, your vision was flooded with glowing symbols.

[ Welcome Online : XXXX ]

[ Body Status : Stable ]

[ Energon Levels : Medium ]

[ Alt-Mode : None ]

The glyphs flickered, then disappear. You blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend what just happened. The text was alien—but somehow, you understood it. Like the knowledge had been placed into your mind without permission.

You turned your arms over, inspecting them. Your limbs were metallic, the plating smooth and sharp-edged. Your movements were shaky, like a newborn deer testing its legs.

What happened to you?

What happened to your human body? Why were you metal? What are you?

You barely had time to think when—

BOOM!

The entire structure shuddered from an explosion above. Dust and sparks rained down. You tried to stand, only to collapse again. Your legs weren’t used to supporting this frame. The second explosion shook the floor beneath you.

BOOM!!! CRASH!!!

This one was closer. A portion of the ceiling gave way, a massive chunk of debris crashing down only a few meters away. Instinct took over. You scrambled to a nearby pipeline running along the wall and used it for support. Your metal fingers gripped tightly as you hauled yourself upright.

You staggered forward, each step heavy, your balance unsteady. But you didn’t stop. You couldn’t afford to.

Up ahead, a stairwell.

You took the stairs slowly, gripping the rail. Metal creaked beneath your weight with every step. When you finally reached the top, you shoved open the door—

And the sight that greeted you took your breath away.

A night sky, vast and star-strewn—but not peaceful. The city was in ruins. Towers burned in the distance, their skeletal remains glowing with molten steel. The air smelled of smoke, ash, and scorched metal. The ground trembled with distant impacts.

Then—something zipped overhead.

You looked up. Two sleek aircraft zip across the sky. Its engine roars very loudly like an enraged beast and they weren’t like anything from your world. They twisted mid-flight, their bodies shifting, contorting—

—Transforming.

With grinding, mechanical grace, both aircraft morphed into towering humanoid machines. One was bulky and bristled with armor. The other, leaner and faster. Sparks flew as they collided mid-air, exchanging blows with thunderous force.

Your eyes widened.

Robots.

Living, sentient robots.

Another explosion rocked the ground near you, snapping you from your shock. You dove behind a fallen pillar as debris rained down, one hand shielding your head.

The battle raged around you, echoing in your ears like a storm. Lasers streaked across the sky. Missiles detonated in midair. Metal clashed on metal in a brutal ballet of destruction.

You gritted your teeth and pulled yourself up, limbs shaking.

This… this was a battlefield.

Not unlike Marineford.

Except you were no longer a human Marine.

You were something else now. Something forged in metal.

But your heart—whatever it had become—still beat with purpose. You had no allies for now. You have no idea who was fighting who. But one thing was certain. Firstly....

You have to get out of here.

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[ End of Prologue ]

[in1-nutshell]

I think it's been long enough to finally ask for IDW Silver Aid...Megs deserves it

MTMTE Meg's is going to get a Silver!

...But he is going to have to work for it.

Hope you enjoy!

IDW Silver Aid

SFW, Platonic, Hinted Romance, Angst, Cybertronian (techno organic) reader

IDW/MTMTE

Silver Aid was Orion Pax’s Amica Endura.

Both had met on a train on the way to work and accidentally grabbed each other’s datapads.

They ran back to get each other’s correct pad but since it took them a while, they had decided to go to Maccadams oil house for a quick refuel.

The rest was history.

At the time, Silver was working as an assistant at the station Orion was working at.

Orion, being the most vocal of the two, ended up introducing her to many of his friends.

Including some older ones.

Orion Pax: “Silver Aid, this is Ratchet.” Silver smiles. Silver Aid: “Good to see you again Ratchet.” Ratchet smiles back. Ratchet: “Good to see you again Silver.” Orion raises an optic. Orion Pax: “You have met before?” Silver Aid: “He was my mentor and partner during medical school.” Ratchet: “I am surprised you didn’t join the same hospital the others went to.” Silver Aid: “I did, but life had different plans. Anyways, if I had gone, I would never have met my Amica here.” Silver Aid side hugs Orion smiling widely. Orion chuckles a bit returning the hug. Ratchet: “…Really? You could have done better.” Orion Pax: “Ratchet, that is uncalled for. I chose—” Ratchet: “Not you. Silver, are you sure about this? You know this mech jumps of roof tops for a living.” Silver simply hugs him tighter. Silver Aid: “Wouldn’t have him any other way.” Ratchet gives them both a look. Ratchet: “Keep talking like that and you two will end up being Conjunx’s by the end of the cycle.” Orion and Silver: “Hey!”

Megatron’s introduction happened not too long afterwards.

She had received a message from Orion saying to meet her up at Maccadams oil house for a surprise.

Knowing that Orion’s surprises could range from a free drink to being involved in taking down a secret crime front, she decided to come prepared.

Packing a med kit and a mini blaster she went out to the bar.

Orion and Megatron are walking back to their table with some cubes of energon. Megatron: “And why do you want me to meet your friend?” Orion Pax: “She’s my Amica Megatron. I thought it would be polite to introduce you two. You do need some more friends.” Megatron: “Pax, I don’t need--” CLANK! Someone had bumped right into his back and fell on the floor. Megatron: “Who…” Silver Aid is shaking her helm. Silver Aid: “I’m sorry I didn’t see where I was going and—” Orion Pax: “Silver!” He passes the cubes to a frozen Megatron and helps Silver up. Orion Pax: “Megatron, this is Silver Aid. My Amica Endura.” Megatron blinks as Silver gives him a warm smile. Silver Aid: “Its good to meet you Megatron.” Megatron: “Likewise…”

Two got along better than Orion had expected.

He wanted to introduce Megatron to her because he didn’t have many close friends.

Has actively teased him about stealing his Amica.

Megatron brushes it off… unlike the little flutters he gets in his spark.

To get her to hang out with him more, he invites her to meet some of his acquaintances.

Silver Aid is talking to Starscream, Thundercracker, and Skywarp. Megatron is by Soundwaves’s side watching over this. Silver laughs at something that Skywarp had said. Megatron frowns a bit. Soundwave telepathically: “Jealousy does not suit you.” Megatron froze for a bit. Megatron telepathically: “I am not jealous.” Soundwave telepathically: “Of course you aren’t, and Pax is the next Prime.” Megatron grumbles a bit.

Then Megatron went to prison.

Silver Aid did her best to go visit him, but no one made any effort in helping her.

Soon after came the fake Matrix event.

Of course, Silver as immediately backing her Amica’s back in this plan.

Sadly, it ended up costing in the end.

Ending with Senator Shockwave and Silver Aid being taken into custody.

Shockwave was sent to the Institution for Shadow Play.

Silver Aid was placed into a pod and sent to a remote laboratory.

Pain.

Prodding.

Adding.

Subtracting.

Needles.

Screaming was something that happened daily.

It was fridged in the cell and fridged in the lab.

Silver couldn’t even recognize herself once they were done with her.

She remembered hearing from the scientist about ‘The Techno Organic Project’.

It would certainly explain the softer plating and sensitive nerves.

…and the extra arms and monstrous alt mode…

The last thing she could remember was the scientists placing her into a stasis pod and blank.

…

…

Silver Aid opened her optics to a dark place.

Silver Aid looks around curious and scared. Megatron: “Silver Aid.” She jumps at the sudden sound of her name… something she hasn’t heard in a while. Turning around she spots a tall mech standing not too far. She couldn’t forget those optics. Silver Aid: “M-Megatron?” He steps forward into the light. The frame is different, helm shape, but the same optics. Silver Aid quickly gets off of the med slab almost falling if he hadn’t hurriedly caught her. Silver Aid: “Megatron! You’re here! You’re here!” She begins to lightly sob. Silver Aid: “You’re here… right?” Megatron wordlessly holds her closer to his chassis, ignoring the heat in his spark chamber. Megatron: “I am here… I’m here now.”

It was hard explaining that she had been placed into stasis by those scientists.

Almost as hard as explaining that she was now in the middle of a war.

Out of fear of the scientist coming after her and wishing to repay Megatron for saving her, Silver Aid joined the Decepticons.

Her appearance was off putting for many Decepticons.

Even more, when it was announced she would be a part of the medical staff.

… Or whatever functioning medical staff was there.

Most of the staff was compromised of engineers and Cons that had very basic knowledge of aid.

It became clear that Silver had out ranked them all after a few days fixing Cons.

It was a matter of time before she became the Chief Medical Officer.

But just because she had this title, it did not mean she was safe.

There were many Decepticons that did not trust her and thought she was an abomination.

The worst was the bullying.

Physical and mental.

Thankfully there were Cons on her side.

A couple of mechs are starting to surround Silver Aid. Con 1: “What are you going to do now Freak? Go to Megatron and show how much of a weakling you are?” Con 2: “How long are you going to realize you are a—” ZPT! Skywarp warps behind both mechs and zaps them away. Silver Aid blinks a bit in surprise. Thundercracker walks by. Thundercracker: “…You alright?” Silver Aid: “Yeah… thank you, both of you.” Later… Starscream walks into the medbay. Starscream: “That display of yours was pathetic.” Silver Aid: “I can’t exactly fight them back Starscream. I have softer plating now.” Starscream: “I’m not talking about that! I am talking about your lack of self-esteem.” He grabs her servo and starts dragging her. Silver Aid: “Where are we going?” Starscream: “To work on your confidence. You lacking it is sickening me.” Even later… Soundwave and Shockwave are looking over some of her extra limbs. Shockwave: “And you are sure that you do not recall the bots who did this? It is a remarkable feat of engineering.” Silver Aid: “I would have told you if I could remember Shockwave.” He misses the sad look on her face. Soundwave: “Does this hurt?” Silver flinches a bit at a sensitive area. Soundwave quickly stops touching it. Silver Aid: “It is more sensitive that it hurts.” Soundwave: “Noted. Will take more caution in the future.”

Being Chief medical officer also meant being Megatron’s personal medic.

Half of the time, Silver was convinced that he was hurting himself on purpose to spend time in the med bay.

Most of their time talking and ‘hanging out’ was spent in the med bay with him on the slab while she would be walking around.

The flutters in the spark just sped up with each meeting.

Sadly, luck was never on Megatron’s side.

It happened during a visit to one of the Decepticon clinics.

The small space station houses a couple of medics and many injured Cons.

Silver had wanted to see what was going on with the patients.

Megatron insisted he go as Leader and to promote some morale.

No one had expected an Autobot raid.

There were simply too many bots for them to fight.

They needed to get to the emergency escape pods.

Silver Aid had tried to place the automatic launch sequence in, but it had been damaged… as well as one of the remaining escape pods.

There would be one short…

She knew what she needed to do.

Silver Aid: “Megatron get into the pod!” Megatron: “Get into your first!” Silver Aid: “This is not up for debate, get in!” Megatron: “Do not—” Silver Aid flashes him with a steely glare. Silver Aid: “GET IN THE POD!” Surprising him and herself, she pushed him into the pod. The automatic locks had engaged. The techno organic hurriedly placed the last pods coordinates before heading straight for the manual lever. As soon as that lever went down, the pods would be shot out to their intended coordinates. Megatron looked horrified at Silver still not in her pod. Megatron: “Silver Aid! What are you doing!?” They both flinch a bit at the growing sounds of blaster fire and pedesteps. The Autobots would be coming in any minute. Silver Aid looks at him with a solemn look. She knew what was going to happen… but if it meant that he would live… Megatron tries to pry the door open, it doesn’t budge. Silver Aid: “Its been quite an adventure Megatron. Its about high time I save you for a change.” Megatron: “SILVER!” Tears begin to fall from her optics as she manages to pull a watery smile. Silver Aid: “Thank you… Goodbye Megatron.” The lever comes down. The pods shoot out to the void of space as the door to the room comes down. Megatron’s screams aren’t heard as the last thing he sees is Silver Aid get shot down.

Silver Aid wakes up feeling like she got shot in the back.

She gets the surprise of a lifetime seeing Ratchet and what looks like a buffer Orion Pax.

Literally jumping up, despite her frame yelling at her to sit down, and hugging her Amica look alike.

She never knew what had happened to him and Ratchet and thought that they had died in the war.

Megatron was very uptight on the information that she read and heard.

It’s near whiplash when the mechs finally in take that this was in fact Silver Aid.

Prime had never been so close to tears than in that moment, just hugging his long lost Amica.

It comes to a terrifying conclusion when Silver is told everything about the war in exchange that she tell what happened to her.

She feels so betrayed by the mech she had trusted with her life and spark…

Silver Aid the Decepticon died at the space station.

Silver Aid the Autobot was born on Earth.

After a bit of a change in color scheme, bit of kibble modification and badge she looked like a new bot.

The news of her deception and want to make things right went through the ranks like wildfire.

She was thankful that there were bots who helped her through this rough transition and showed her the ropes when Ratchet and Prime couldn’t.

Soon Silver Aid became a familiar face many saw helping Ratchet and fixing bots.

She was also thankful that there wasn’t as much prejudice against her organic half as with the Decepticons.

Though humans were a different story.

Ultra magnus is walking with Verity on his servo. Magnus: “You will be staying with Silver Aid for the time being.” Verity: “Silver Aid?” Magnus: “One of our top medics. Optimus’s Amica to be rumored.” Verity: “Amica? You know what explain me that later.” They walk into the medbay. Silver Aid is in her alt mode on the ceiling. Verity: “IS THAT A SPIDER!?” Silver Aid drops to the ground and transforms. She has a bright smile on her face. Silver Aid: “Sorry if I scared you. You must be Verity Carlo.” Verity: “…whatthef—” Magnus: “Verity!”

Timeskip to the end of the war.

After a tearful goodbye between Silver Aid and Orion, she watches him leave to space.

Out of safety, she decides to join the Lost Light.

She would rather take her chances on a ship with some bots she knew, than face planet wide prejudice.

Cue Lost Light shenanigans.

Out of all the memos she had gotten on that ship… it was the one about Megatron joining the ship that she missed.

Rodimus is giving Megatron the tour around the ship. Rodimus: “And this is Swerve’s.” Megatron: “There is a bar here?” Rodimus: “Not like I see you coming—Aid watch out!” CLANK! Someone had just bumped into him. He turns around just has the bot started getting up. Megatron: “Who…” He stopped talking at the sight of the bot who bumped into him. Silver Aid: “I’m sorry I didn’t see where I was going and—” Her voice dies in her throat seeing those familiar red optics. Megatron and Silver Aid freeze in place. Rodimus pushes past Megatron. Rodimus: “Silver!” He places a servo on her arm, snapping her out of her trance. Rodimus: “You alright?” She numbly nods and slowly starts walking away from the mechs. Silver Aid: “I-I think someone’s calling me.” She quickly speed walks out of the room. Spark pulsing furiously and nervously. What a coward…

[sol-venat]

Sol Venat/Sunryder x reader

my first transformers fic and its a x reader cause im in love with my OC!(totally chill about it btw)

Anyways Enjoy!! <333

Word count: 3664

Warnings: N/A

Off on an alien planet inhabited by being so small and less advanced. It didn't help that the life forms were squishy and frivolous. Sol Venat was a giant compared to them. Luckily for her humans were advanced enough to create automobiles, sure they weren't sentient so a holo-form was required to ease suspicion. There was only so much Sunryder could do with the holo-form especially since she needed a “drivers license”. She learned her first lesson by leading police on a high speed chase before being rammed and flipped by officers. She ended up being impounded and Sun was forced to scan a rusty lemon car due to the severity of the damage. Sunryder headed west driving cautious and in ignorant bliss.

Sunryder had finally learned her lesson to never get caught, she observed the interactions between police and civilians. It was no problem picking them out, their feedback was louder than the civilians' vehicles.

The second time sunryder decided to pull over, she was stumped by things like “Insurance” and “registration” but the charade soon fell apart when her holoform failed and the fleshie freaked and unsure of how to proceed took off. This action set off another police chase.

Currently Sol was donning a far more roomier, curvier car model than the usual sharper, sleeker models. The metallic brown was a new color she hadnt had before. Baking under the sun in a parking lot of one of many human energy refuel stations that littered the Earth's surface. This wasn't how Sunryder saw her living out her days of refuge on this dirt planet. Especially as some humans glorified chauffeur.

Being a ‘daily’ as you had nicely put it, made the days blend together. Two years of car watching, driving, parking, getting rained on or cooking under the hot sun. Sunryder did it all patiently like any normal car would.

You always felt bad leaving Sunryder outside all day and you could only go outside for a “smoke break” so many times. You had suggested Sun just drop you off and drive wherever she wanted as long as she came back to pick you up. Which she had tried but normally Sun found herself either waiting in the parking lot or harassing drive thru cashiers with fake orders. You caught Sunryder in your drive thru speaker after hitting you pen three times. Luckily no one was around to witness you chase her away as she laughed, speeding off with no driver in the seat.

Now Sunryder just waited for you to get off. She wasn't the flashiest car in the lot, a Nissan Altima. It was the model of your first car when yall had first met. That meeting was sudden as it was jarring, and most certainly terrifying. Coming in contact with extraterrestrial life was never on your radar.

Late into the night you were returning from work. Turning at a blinking yellow light, double checking, then triple checking before taking the turn. Halfway through you were suddenly blinded by headlights. Soon you were spinning. Arms braced for impact as the tires squealed and the smell of burning rubber filled the cabin. A ringing filled your ears as you looked around, seeing an intact dashboard surprised you. It was a hard enough hit to jump start your hazards. Now you have to see the damage the other car inflicted.

Turning the wheel you cringed as you ease off the brakes, you had half expected for the engine to fall out. It didn't. You heard some scrapping but managed to pull into a nearby parking lot. You noticed the other car waited a long few minutes before following. Shaking, you watch the car and with sweaty hands you pick out your insurance. You parked under one of the many streetlights.

You waited thinking the driver was pissed, ready to storm your car. It was late, in the middle of an abandoned parking lot by yourself and you told nobody what had happened. You debated whether to call the cops or not. Adrenaline ran through you as you threw your seatbelt off and opened your car door carrying your phone with you.

The driver parked facing you, the lights barely illuminating the black finish of an old school Chevrolet Impala that looked completely blacked out. Which probably explains why you couldn't see them. Now that car was parked with headlights right in your eyes. Walking to the drivers side, your eyes darted around you. Confirming that you were completely alone.

“Hey! Are you- like- okay?” you looked back at your car seeing the crumpled passengers side door but it was clearly still drivable. You look back and knock just barely seeing the driver's outline. You cross your arms side eyeing the lack of damage and attitude from the lack of an ‘Are you okay?’. They could've at least gotten out of the car.

You start to walk away. “Whatever! I'm calling the cops dude!” you yell, pulling up your phone to start dialing. Your finger hesitated above the screen, you didn't hear the first hiss behind you.

After a succession of metal scraping and car hissing made you jerk. Looking behind you watch in horror as a panel on the hood pops up. Eyes widened as you backed away from the offending vehicle. The car was just falling apart, right?

“Nuh-uh!” you yell as you stared as you tried to make sense of what was happening in front of you. The car expanded, the exterior panels lifting to expose cables underneath. Then two arms emerged pushing the car further from the ground more and more of a body became clear in the tangle of metal. Sparks flew as claw nails extended towards you. Jumping back you hit the front of your car. A squeal bubbled from the back of your throat as your brain reverted to survival mode, climbing on top of your hood. Unable to take your eyes off the “car”, it didn't make any sense, cars don't dismantle on their own and reassemble into a robot. You heard the blood rush through your ears as you scramble

“Please.” you wheeze out “Please! I'll do whatever you want!” you pleaded, peaking at the monstrosity towering above you.

“What are you?” you ask squishing yourself against the top of your car as the hulking figure trapping you from escaping. Your heartbeat pounded in your chest and you wanted many things, for this to be a dream stuck in a coma from the crash, or a government experiment gone wrong. What squeezed the breath from your lungs was the horror of it following you. The robotic arms came crashing down on her car, crunching the metal of the hood as you kicked to go higher.

“Are…you injured, human.” you heard a feminine robotic voice interrupt the blood roaring in your ears. You gasp for breath, like a bucket of ice being dumped on you. Opening your eyes, preparing to see razor sharp rotating teeth, the jaws of death ready to take you from this earthly plane.

As you looked up, the rotating jaws of grinding teeth didn't greet you but a humanoid looking face. Large glowing blue eyes, with high cheekbone- or what could be its equivalent- then your eyes slipped to the mouth. What you thought was your demise now intrigued when you saw full lips they stayed in a neutral position. It was made of metal but was it just a mindless robot? You didn't have time to decipher when you remembered that it spoke to you. The fear rose as a scream erupted from your mouth as black enveloped your vision.

Sol Venat looked down at the limp human she managed to pin to the top of the car. Carefully, Sol picked you up, using both hands to better support your head. With unsteady hands Sol laid you on the ground feet first. Humans from what she gathered were fragile, complex organisms and freakishly squishable. No jagged edges dug into Sol as she moved you through earlier, your face morphed into a twist of flesh and screams erupting from your unnaturally wide mouth- a shudder ran down her back as she looked back to the damaged car.

“Oh my GOD! You're real! This is real.” your head reels from the new positions laying at the feet of the creature. The giant robot snapped its head down at you. Your head spun looking behind the thing to your car then to its glowing eyes. The lights behind it casted both of y'all in shadow. You couldn't believe you haven't had a heart attack yet. you scoot back, looking to see an empty road.

“WAIT!” it jerked towards you, large hands jumped towards you. The night was silent except for your heavy breathing. Sol looked down at you, seeing the majority white of your eyes.

“Wait,” it whispered as you backed away, It crouched down getting closer to you. “Just wait.” A large hand was placed on the ground. You look up, debating the insanity of the situation. First you lay down, looking up at the sky, with a car destroyed you had better chances just going along but the rationalizing wasn't making your body cooperate as it still shook like you were freezing and you could hear your heartbeat.

“What- what do you want?” you asked, sitting up, your legs wobbled as you slowly stood to your full height. You still did not reach the robot's face, your head barely reached its shoulder equivalent.

“Are you injured?” its head turned to the side. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness. You heard gears shifting under the panels, the metal that covered its entire body except for the connecting joints that were just bunches of cables. You look back to its face.

Shaking your head, “I'm…fine?” you couldn't help it sounding like a question. Is this something both driver and car? There goes insurance, what you could do against a towering metal figure. “What are you? You're not from here, are you?”

Moments of silence stretched between y'all. “You gonna answer?” you ask. Like damn, it gives you the fright of your life then questions you. Now it doesn't want to talk back. Ya no. you cross your arms, tapping your foot, looking expectantly.

“I am not from this planet, human.” Was it sentient or just AI? You couldn't believe this was happening. This had to be a government test to see how civilians would react to futuristic technology. Perhaps to be used in war. You took a step back, fear gripping you once again. “I come from a dead planet far from here. Call me a visitor, alien or foreign invader but I mean you no harm.���

Mouth agape you couldn't remove your eyes from its- her? Mean no harm? It-she? Referring to itself in first person it could be remote controlled. You scanned the top of its head looking for any thin antennas, nothing but four symmetrical spikes protruding from each side of its head.

You needed a better look, you had to see exactly what would end your life.

“What are you? Who are you? Alien?” you slowly make your way closer. The eyes follow you, as you don't break eye contact a heavy pause hangs in the air between the two of you. Headlights made both of yall jump, trying to hide behind the row of trees yards away. You stare at the robot crouching near the ground then to the car that zoomed by unbeknownst to them, an alien was in the parking lot of a strip mall. You deduce that it wasn't government equipment meant to be used on civilians.

“Why are YOU hiding?” the metal giant bent its head to look down at you. “You’re revealing yourself to me.” it was a genuine question, but it came out harsher and the giant stood to its full height. Far surpassing the height of the adolescent trees it had to well over 20 feet. You didn't even reach its knees. It took a step towards you, covering the light letting the darkness envelope you. Gasping, you trip taking a step back.

“I am Sol Venat from the planet Cybertron.” The Alien, Sol Venat, kneeled in front of you. Looking up at her, large glowing blue eyes with geometric irises with razor sharp lashes, a straight nose and full lips. Her whole face was a metal gray and a black helmet with four antenna-like rods and a front flat plate with a triangle top and one cut on the bottom. On each side of her face, cut triangles on each side of her mouth. Sol Venat had one of the prettiest faces you’ve ever seen. Suddenly the car doors that mimicked butterfly wings were very interesting. But you met Sol Venat eyes when she spoke. “What do you plan on doing with this information, human?”

You couldn't help but catch the distaste in that last word. You feel it transfer to your face, a curled lip and arms crossing.

“First of all, you hit me. I had the clear and you were clearly speeding. If you're gonna do whatever you want, try not to risk anyone's life but your own. Two! What do you mean?! I can't do shit with that? You think people will believe me? You could kill me if you wanted to. I'm sure…” you lost gusto when you realized what exactly you had just said. Taking a step back from Sol Venat. You risk a glance to her eyes, your heart raced and your breathing restricted.

“You can calm down, your heart is racing. I'm not going to hurt you.” Sol Venat leaned away from you, she mirrored your wide eye look.

“Right.” You try to relax and turn to look at your car taking in the state. It was the back of the car that was damaged but still drivable. Your dad will notice. Who knows what is going to happen with your insurance or how much the damage will cost out of pocket. “Why reveal yourself to me? It doesn't make any sense, you could have just left.” you look up.

“Momentary panic.” Sol said coolly. “I had to check on you, human.” Sol crossed her arms.

You fixed your lips to say something. But your brain stopped your mouth to think that it was actually really sweet that a random car- Alien would stop to see if you're okay even if it was easier to drive away. Instead of running she pulled over, maybe that was the hesitation you saw.

“I mean-” your face flushes as you let out a chuckle, “im okay. Thanks for staying.” you play with the loose gravel on the ground. “You wouldn't have insurance would you?” your shoulders sag once you saw the grimace on her face.

“So…what are you gonna do now?” you try to ask casually, though it came out shaky and unsure while tears ran down your face. With shaking hands you open your phone. Now you had to figure out how to explain the damage.

“Why are you leaking lubricant from your eyes?” Sol bent down, a curious wide eye stare as she inspected your face.

“Are you- why?” your voice broke as sobs came from you. You were able to drive into the lot but now the wheels looked like they’d fall off just by giving it a wrong look. “My car is crushed and undrivable. How do I explain this to my dad?” you couldn't help yourself when you collapsed on Sol Venat's forearm crying into the hard metal.

Sol Venat looked down as you sobbed into her arms. Something picked at her spark, her climbing all over your car definitely didn't help. Sol thought, milling through any kind of solutions she could find.

“I can be your car for however long you need.” it popped out as soon as it entered the processor.

“What?” you look up red eyed and snot nosed. “Be my car but how-”

“Find a way to get rid of it-”

“It!?” you yell, removing yourself from Sol’s embrace. “She had a name, a life before you killed her.” you kick the ground, the bottom of your shoe scrapping the concrete. “[car name] was my first car! She was my sisters!” you grip your head, trying to not throw an absolute tantrum. Though you were still acting like a brat, you decided to give yourself some grace looking at the situation. “Can you, YOU!” you yell through gritted teeth, pointing a finger up at her, shaking. “You said- UGH!” your head hurt trying not to lose it, you had to get rid of her cause some alien robot said so. You didn't even know how to get rid of it.

“Human.” Sol said, the tone of voice made a shiver run down her spine as you turned to look up at her.

“Yes.” you said breathless watching a hand come down behind you, and gently scooped you up.

“Ease your processor. I will scan your vehicle, take its place.”

“Human.” you huffed, feeling really awkward with your legs dangling and hands braces on her sharp fingers. “I don't say alien.”

“Then what is your name, human?” there was an amused tone at the end and you raised an eyebrow. Sol leaned in fast startled you, causing the grip to loosen. You let out a loud yelp as you tightened your hold on her fingers.

“Are you done?” you say hiding your face in her hand, unable to see the amused expression. “I’m [Y/N]. Please dont let me fall.” you cry out, you could feel your sweaty hands starting to slip.

“So demanding for such a small thing,” you could feel her move her thumb to push your face forward, the palm loosening around you. She was trying to kill you.

“Please!” You kick your feet, scrabbling for purchase. “Please.” your thoughts of falling to death made it hard to breathe.

“Oh you poor thing.” Sol cooed cradling you before setting you flat on your feet. Your head is spinning as nausea rushes over you. Now you shook harder. You wanted to go home now, sleep this nightmare away.

“Don't ever pick me up again.” you smooth down your clothes, and grab your phone that miraculously didn't fall during the whole ordeal. You mulled over the thought of who to call. You had a cousin that worked in a junkyard and had a truck. Sol watched you examine her, eyes running from the tires at her heel to the rods in her helm. “You're gonna have to disappear, here i'll give you my address then i'll meet you after getting rid of [Car name]. We’ll plan the funeral later, there's no time to mourn about it now.”

Sol let out a loud sigh and rolled her eyes before fixing her gaze to the crashed vehicle. You watched as Sol got down at her ‘hands’ as her body twisted and turned. The metal clicking together to reform the blacked out Impala.

“Too bad.” you say walking up to the hood, “I would love to see how you drive. The color looks gorgeous. But [Car Name] has sparkles in the paint.” a smug look was plastered on your face.

“Too bad it won't be the same engine.” you raise an eyebrow, trying to see where she was talking out of. There didnt seem to be any speakers or notches in the hood. The front looked normal. Weird. You're gonna figure that out.

“You go fast?” you had to bite the wide smile from overtaking your face. You didn't consider yourself a danger on the road, like the huge truck drivers that only ever haul the fat in their ass or the senior citizen drivers that come in a variety of ages. Speed was your only demon.

“I can.” Sol said, pride shining in her voice. “But that attracts attention. The opposite of what I need.”

“Aw.” you couldn't hide the disappointment. That really means Sol would do most of the driving, and while you really couldn't complain, having a personal driver, not having to pay for gas were great. But that's what you loved about driving, feeling the rumble of the engine under your foot, and the wind roaring through the window. It was when your stomach dropped and flips when you started to edge the line between losing control and maintaining the wheel. When you fly past every other car on the road, cutting up traffic with your music blasting. “At least you’ll look like my ol’ girl.”

“Your ol’ girl.” you heard her snicker behind you.

“You don't get to laugh murderer!” you snap. That shut her up. The hard look on your face melted into a guilty frown. You turn away from Sol, looking at the crumple mess of your beloved car. “You should go, I have to make a call. Here's my address.” you showed her on your phone.

“Right. There's something I need to do first.” it was hard to tear your eyes away, a hollow feeling filling up in your chest but you saw a blue light emit from the insignia and scan over your car a few times. Then more and more of Sol's black panels switch to a Java brown. Your eyes soften and tears well. Instead of the square body of the old Impala. It was more curvy, midsize with roomy trunk space. Even though [Car Name] didn't have tinted windows, you bit your tongue to keep quiet. Instead you watched the full transformation, truly amazing to witness such advanced technology. “I'll see you there.”

With that you watched her drive off. The roar of her engine sounds off in the empty street and she disappears into the dark of the night. Now it's time to get rid of the only ride you have ever called your own. Opening up your phone again, you had a call to make.

The end.

[drabbletron]

You have taken the words out of my brain and put them on a screen. How DARE you! But also THANK YOU for these descriptors. I am inspired to write once more!!

You know, pussydrunk bots are great, sublime, 10/10 even.

But I can’t stop thinking about the reversal. About valvedrunk humans.

This applies to every bot, of course, but I’m sticking with my wife.

Imagine telling Optimus Prime he has the most beautiful valve. So big and puffy, dripping with transfluid just for you, as he lies in front of you with his legs spread and engines roaring at full power just at your compliments. And even Optimus, the mech who doesn’t care about outer shells, believes you. Not just because of your hungry stare already devouring his valve.

Hhhh, and when you’ve had your fill of just looking, you latch onto those juicy lips, licking, kissing, sucking. Desperately, like you haven’t eaten in months. Like the most exquisite meal has been laid out in front of you.

Unable to pull away, you tease his node with your tongue, making Optimus overload again and again. Yet still, you don’t let go. As if someone had welded you to his valve, now overstimulated and swollen with pleasure.

Your chin and neck are soaked in transfluid, but you’re still determined to push him to another overload.

Sometimes, you kiss his overheated, transfluid-slick lips, whispering your thanks for the meal and watching as Optimus trembles, voice reduced to static, his finials drooping, cooling fans unable to keep up with the sheer pleasure.

But you still can’t pull away, utterly drunk on his valve.

Idk man, I just want Optimus to feel good.

[l3ibnest]

first encounter

[skeletons-can-draw-too]

I find it funny imagining that you finally get to be intimate with a transformer only for them to pull out a usb cable 😭

[fizzyy-pop]

i often think about what it would be like if you were friends with cybertronians and they didn't know about humans and their weird gut-instinct thing. because they don't really have that!! we gained that through evolution due to being a predator-prey species for so long, they didn't.

thoughts under cut due to length!!

imagine living with them/hanging out with them in their ship or base, and suddenly you get this deep, sinking feeling in your stomach, your heart starts racing and your senses are on high alert. you feel like something bad is about to happen, so you make the bots around you aware. they don't believe you at first, because you're all just hanging out! nothing is happening at all, there hasn't been any enemy activity in a while either. 'maybe you've been hanging out with red alert too much lately,' one of them muses, shrugging off your concerns.

a short time passes and the feeling has only gotten worse. you're gripping onto the fabric of your pants and have your head on a swivel. the bots around you keep glancing at you in concern, worried that their sweet little human friend might be sick. one of them leans over to you, about to ask if you need to go see ratchet when suddenly–

there's a cacophony of shrill sounds, alarms and yelling, maybe even the sound of metal tearing somewhere? you can't tell, you're too busy being whisked away by someone; big, strong metal hands cradling you close to a chassis as they frantically try to get you somewhere safer.

after the whole fiasco involving enemy infiltration had been dealt with, a couple of bots who remembered your statement that something bad was going to happen tried asking you how you knew. you tilted your head in confusion, saying that it had just been your gut instinct. after a short explanation on how it works in humans, many just laughed it off saying that it was ridiculous to believe that primal instinct of all things could warn you of danger that hasn't even happened yet. 'that's like saying your subconscious mind can see into the future, it's impossible.' one of them says.

however, it soon happens again with a sparkeater attack. and again with another enemy ambush. and again, and again, and again. you just keep saying you feel like something horrible is about to happen and it does. you're right every time and no one knows how you keep doing it!

it happens so often that now whenever you make it known that you feel wary of a situation, everyone's plating immediately squeezes tight to their frames, and they're constantly on the lookout for danger. if you say you don't trust somebody, everyone is automatically keeping a sharp optic on them, not letting a single odd activity from them slide.

if you're on the lost light, i just know brainstorm would call you his early early early warning system. he would also try to run experiments to see just how far your instinct can go, and then would proceed to get in trouble with ultra magnus for putting you in dangerous situations. and red alert would like you in every universe, you're like his security buddy! he would seriously appreciate having someone who can let him know in advance that something is about to go down so he has ample time to prepare.

in other words, some of the bots are pretty freaked out by our weird instincts and abilities. however, they can see how it's beneficial! they all love to have you around, strange future-danger-sense or not. :)

[drabbletron]

Best buggy boi? 💕

Good Little Bug: Waspinator X Reader SMUT

|| You're converting me into a wasp lover fr fr. I hope you like the bonus ending as well. Enjoy!! ||

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

Ao3 Link!

[michaela-o]

I bet my fav pair of pants he would make a tiktok account and post his human on it :"D

( the human is nervous🥹 )

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

Would you be willing to write a small drabble or something for Tailgate? He's so cute I wannna hold him like a teddy bear but also he's like thrice my size

When I was reading MTMTE I would always forget how big Tailgate actually was. I’m like oh yeah my short king my bbg my itty bitty guy then he’s like 10 feet tall

Tailgate x reader, fluff, SFW, gender neutral reader, racially ambiguous, can be read as platonic or romantic

It was strange for Tailgate seeing how small humans were up close. Back in his day humans didn’t even exist and now they’re bouncing around Cybertronian stomping grounds like fleas. Not that he saw the Lost Light’s human as a flea! You were just so small!

He was only really used to being bigger than a cassette bot on a good day but the human made him feel giant. You barely reached his thigh plating and he so desperately wanted to pick you up like a little toy and squeeze you till your organic optics popped out.

While Swerve seemed to colonize most of your attention, Tailgate was still able to squeeze himself into your schedule. Squeeze is definitely the proper word to use in this situation as you sit on Tailgate’s lap with his arms wrapped around your middle like a child holding their prized toy. You practically looked like a toy in his grasp with the size difference.

It was you, Tailgate, Cyclonus, Whirl, and Swerve hanging around the bar named for the latter bot after hours. The little booth the five of your sat at was lively with Whirl recounting a story from his wrecker days and Cyclonus challenging the facts of the tale.

Your arms were flopped over Tailgate’s as your entire body weight was supported in his arms. At this point you had tuned out Whirl’s jabbering and yammering and focused your attention on Tailgate’s arm plates. You traced the “Waste Disposal” lettering on his forearm absentmindedly. Tailgate’s attention was then turned to how your tiny fingers danced across his arm plating.

He did his best to not squeeze you out of some form of cuteness aggression but he couldn’t help the squeal of delight as he rubbed his faceplate against your head.

“Humans are so cute! Look how cute my human is!” Tailgate gleamed rocking you back and forth.

“They’re an adult of their species,” Cyclonus scolded while prying at Tailgate’s arms hoping to get you out of his conjux’s grip. “You should at least try to treat them as such.”

“It’s fine,” you giggle giving Tailgate a reassuring pat to his arm. “Plus sounds like you’re jealous I’m getting sweet on your man.”

Swerve and Whirl erupted in laughed and hooting at your shot at Cyclonus. The purple mech only sat there with his face flushed blue with energon before giving an amused huff.

“Aww,” Tailgate said holding you up to Cyclonus like a kitten. “Apologize! I can’t choose between the two of you.”

You stuck your tongue out playfully causing Cyclonus to grab the pink appendage between his taloned digits. You squealed in panic worried he was going to tear your tongue right out your mouth but Cyclonus only held you there with a smile.

“Ew,” Whirl scoffed pushing his optic too close to the situation. “You don’t know where they’ve put that thing.”

“Last I checked it was in your mom’s mouth!” Swerve yapped slapping his servo on the table. The three other mechs looked at the bartender confused giving you enough space to wriggle out of Cyclonus’ grip on your tongue and release a hearty laugh.

Whirl flipped his optic around to look at the minibot. “What the slag is a mom?”

[wigglermansblog]

Lost in Space

A/n : Transformers have been worming its way into me and I am not a really big TF fan but I want to be one, I don't know where to start with the comics. Anyways ...Imma drop this shit down lmao. Also, everything is random and won't follow the comics or anything.

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Synopsis : A human explorer, lost in space with a goal to find her missing crew and find a way back home.

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You're panting heavily as you run down the dark corridor. Blood is seeping from the wound on your side but it is something you don't want to worry about.

Firstly, you don't know where you are and also you have been attacked and kidnapped by humanoid robots. Your vision is still blurry but you have to keep running. Whatever weird drug they have injected in you is strong but it won't deter you.

Three giant robots appear and block your way with tasers in their hands. You dodge their attempt to electrocute you, you jump and give one of them a strong kick on the side sending them flying to his comrade. You turn to the other one as he shouts at you before charging towards you. You dive under him and push him to the wall. You grab the taser from his hands and shove it between the gap under his rib, he lets out a gurgle scream as smoke comes out from his vents before dropping to the ground.

You hear shouting in strange languages, you quickly turn around and run.

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Heavy footsteps can be heard echoing through the corridor, you've hidden yourself in one of the crates in the storage rooms that they do not even bother to check. When you think the coast is clear, you crawl out of the crates and try to find your way out.

Your body flinches in pain every time you take a step, you clutch your side while your other hand presses against the wall, to avoid falling.

'This is...bad..' you thought.

Through your blurry vision, your eyes see the light. Is it...the exit? You slowly climb the stairs and make your way out. You walk around blindly until you stumble across an alleyway, you lean against the wall and slowly sit down.

'I'm going to die from blood loss....' you thought. You look up at the sky, wondering how your crew are doing and you hope that you gave them time to escape.

In the corner of your eyes, you see white and red. They drop on their knees and call out for you, but their voices are drowned out as you start to lose consciousness. You feel your body drop to the side as a pair of arms caught you before you hit your head on the ground.

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It is rare for Ratchet to be out here at this time, mostly he would spend his days within the med bay drowning himself with endless piles of work. This is an occasion where he goes out to find stuff that he needs on this planet. He could ask the other bots to get it for him but he prefers to get those certain items by himself and doesn't trust other bots with the task.

As the red and white bot walks around, two bots rush past him in a frantic manner. "Argh! It got away! The boss are gonna kill us!" one of them says. "With that injury, it won't run far. Let's keep on looking" the other replies as they run off.

Ratchet quirks an eyebrow, what was that about? Oh, well. It is not something he needs to be concerned about. As Ratchet turns around the corner, his pede steps on something wet and sticky. He cringes at the sticky feeling and looks down, hopefully he doesn't step on something disgusting.

His optics widen at the sight of familiar liquid...

Blood....

He kneels down and inspects the blood, his optics follow the trail which leads to a dark alley way. He stands right back up and carefully walks over to the alley, his optics widen at the sight of a human leaning against the wall.

He rush over to them "Hey, are you alright?" he asked, it was a human female. He could see a deep gash on the side of her stomach, it seems something had impaled her and she's losing consciousness. Her eyes roll back as she falls to the side. Ratchet catches her in time before she hits her head and holds her in his arms, "Stay with me!" he calls out to her.

It's not good. She's losing blood.

He picks her up and quickly makes his way to the ship. He enters the med bay alerting First Aid and Ambulon, "Ratchet, what's happening and wait- is that a human?" Ambulon gasps at the sight of the human in Ratchet's arms.

The medic sets the human on the berth and starts treating her wound, he lifts her clothes and reveals the deep gash on her side. "Oh, Primus...what happened? Where did you find her?" First Aid questions, wondering what had happened to the human to be in such a state.

"I found her in the alleyway" Ratchet replied, his optics scans her body and sees that her wrists and neck have bruises on them, the signs of struggles and it seems she was restrained.

Ratchet wonders how she's still alive with such injuries, the old medic knows about organic life forms since he has lived long enough to study how their anatomy works and will try his best to fix her.

and he hopes that she'll live....

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Ratchet wipes away the blood from his servos, seemingly in deep thoughts. He had transferred and laid the human on a much more comfortable berth so she could get as much rest as she needed. She is fatigued and starts to show signs of fever. All it needs is to keep her in check for the next hour.

First Aid is standing next to the berth, and has a worried look on his face. "She will be fine, First Aid" Ratchet assures the bot. Ratchet turns to his data pad, he gives the human a few glances before focusing his optics back to his data pad.

"Ratchet, am I seeing things or that the human is.... larger...?" Ambulon speaks up. Yes, there is something unusual about the human. A normal human would be around 5-7 feet but she is three times the height. Which was unusual, no humans can be that tall...

Unless....

Ratchet stays quiet for a moment, he puts away his data pad. Could it be that she came from a different universe? There is a possibility, space travel can do a lot of things and there are chances to get sent into a different universe.

Then, he remembers the two bots he comes across. Were they looking for her? Are they traffickers? He heard about cybertronians selling humans in auctions, it was cruel and unforgiving. To take someone away from their home, sell them for money and she has become one of those unfortunate victims.

"How are we going to tell the others that we have a human in the med bay? and a...well a big one too" question Ambulon. "I will handle it, for now we let her recover" Ratchet said. If the captain heard that there's a human in the ship and the said human is the size of a bot, he would flip in excitement and will bombard him with questions like a bullet train. He doesn't want that to happen....

"I'm going to get a few things from the cargo and Ambulon, follow me" he said, optics fall on the human's blood covered clothes, there are clothes within the cargo hold but he isn't sure if there's one for her size. He turns to First Aid, "Keep an eye on her and make sure nobody comes in except us" Ratchet said, First Aid nods as the two bots leave the med bay.

First Aid turns his attention to the human, he gently holds her hand.

"Get well soon" he said.

Timeskip

First Aid occupies himself with his own work, staring into the vial filled with energon. While he is working, the human on the berth starts waking up. A groan escapes her lips, causing the medic to turn his head instantly. Both eyes collide with each other, blue visors looking into (e/c) eyes that is filled with shock.

"Ah, you're awake! I'm so glad-" the human picks up the closest thing to her which was the monitor and throws it to the medic, catching him by surprise. He caught the monitor before it hit him.

He sees the human slip past him in the corner of his visor, "Hey, wait! No!" he shouts out to the human. Hey, at least he locks the door—

BAM!

First Aid stands there, trying to process of what just happened. 'Did...she just...' he stares at the broken door. The medic snaps out of his thoughts before running after her, he had to admit that the human is fast on her feet!

She's already down the hall before turning around the corner.

As soon First Aid reaches the corner, the human is already gone. He presses his finger on his comm link to contact the medic officer.

"Sir...I have good news and bad news. It's about the human....the good news is, she woke up and the bad news is....." First Aid takes a breath.

"She ran away..." he said.

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The moment you wake up, you are shocked to see the change of environment. Instead of a dirty alleyway, it was a room that is similar to a hospital. You hear something and the moment you turn your head, you see a red and white robot talking to you with a smile on his face.

You don't understand what language he's talking about but it is similar to the sound of an engine or machines. The moment the robot starts approaching you, your first instinct was to throw something at him which caught him off guard and you sprint past him.  

You have to get out and find your crew.

You skid to a stop when you pass by a large window, you look out and gasp. "Shit! How in the world am I going back?!" you finally realised that you are now on a ship that's floating in outer space. You know nothing about space but you know that there is no air out there and you will die once you step out of this ship.

You hear a gasp, you crane your neck to your left and see a short white and red bot. He is shorter than you and has a bulky frame. The bot start stammering at the sight of you. You couldn't see his eyes since it's hidden behind blue visors but surely he is shocked at the sight of you.

"A-A—human"

"...."

"A human!?!" he shrieked. Wait, did he speak in human language?! You pin him against the wall, caging him with your taller frame. "Tell me, what is this place?" you hiss at him, the robot freezes at the interaction.

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Swerve was on his way back to his berthroom after a long day at the bar, it has been a long day and he wants to recharge. As he walks down the hall, his optics spot something down the hall.

Upon coming closer, he instantly froze. His body locks itself at the sight of a human. A really big human female to be precise, he could see her clearly. She has (s/c) skin, round (e/c) eyes with long eyelashes and has (h/c) hair that tucked underneath a marine cap.

How did the human get on the ship? Swerve started spouting words at the sight of the human, he was surprised.

The human notices his presence and cranes her neck to his direction, both locked in an intense gaze. "A human!?!" he yells and in a flash, the bartender gets pins to the wall which causes him to squeak at the sudden 'attack'.

The human is glaring down at him, eyes narrowing as she grits her teeth. "Tell me, what is this place?" she asked. He doesn't know what to feel about this situation.

Being caged in by a large human is something....

"You're in...our ship...." Swerve answer, "And where is it heading?" she asked again. "Well, nowhere in particular....as for now" he said. The gaze from the human becomes intense and Swerve feels his body froze like a statue and he couldn't look away from her eyes. Something about them prevents him from looking away. She closes her eyes as she cusses under her breath.

His body relaxes after she turns her gaze away from him, his optics land on her side and see blood staining her clothes.

"You're injured" he said. He notices that she looks weak and he could see that she's not doing well. Her face is flush red and she is sweating.

The human looks down at her clothes, she lifts clothes to take a look at her wounds to see it was covered in bandages. Blood already soaked the bandages after she ran away and might have reopened her wounds.

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You hold your head, you don't feel well. After countless days within the cell and barely eating or drinking anything have weakened your body. With the wound, it makes it worse.

You can feel the concern gaze coming from the robot as you lean on the wall. The robot hesitates to touch you, you know he wants to help.

"I...need...to find...my crew..." you pant through heavy breathing. Turning your head to the robot, "Please....they...need me.." you said before falling to the cold floor as you feel your consciousness slip away.

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Swerve watches as the human falls on to the floor with a loud thud, he panics and goes to her side. "Hey! Are you alright? F**k! Of course you are not—Swerve you are so dumb!" the bot says, smacking his head. He shakes her body gently, trying to wake her up but to no avail.

There's nobody within range and everyone already returned to their berthroom to recharge. The only bot that can help is...

Ratchet— yeah, that's it!

He gently scoops her into his arms as he sprint towards the med bay.

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"You lost her?!" groan Ratchet who is in disbelief. First Aid drops his head slightly, "I'm sorry, I did lock the door but didn't expect her to kick it open" he said. The door is indeed broken but that is something not to worry about, they have to find the human quickly before the others find out.

"How are we going to find her? She could be hiding anywhere on the ship" Ambulon speaks up, First Aid turns to him. "We can use the security camera to find her" he suggests.

"I'm sure she doesn't get too far" Ratchet sighs, feeling worried about the human's condition.

At some point, they need to alert the crew about the human's whereabouts. Some may not be happy, like Prowl. Some may be concerned and some might become excited.

"Let's find her before she—"

"Guys! I need help and I'm sure you're going to freak out as I am—" a certain bot comes in, all three medics turn to the bot at the door.

"There's a human on the ship!" he said. It was Swerve with the unconscious human in his arms.

Silence.....

"Why are you guys not...freaking out?" the bartender question, filling up the awkward silence.

"Swerve...we already know" Ambulon said.

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