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vhaos-chaotic-writing · 2 months ago

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D-16 Megatron (TFO) x Cybertronian!Reader Pt. 2

Someone asked if there was going to be a part 2 of this and the answer is hell yeah. ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ Gender Neutral Cybertronian Reader!

Also, importante message in general - please do not spam my askbox. I've already recieved, in a row 5 asks/requests from a same user. It is kind of annoying, feels like you are pressuring me to do more than I already do and that doesn't sit me well. So, user who is doing this, do not keep doing it or I'll block you. Thanks.

WARNING: Spoilers from the movie (Transformers One 2024). Angst and more angst. Forbidden love scenario.

Days have been... good. To say at least.

Being guided by Optimus Prime, Elita One and Bumblebee's to fight against the Quintessons. Meanwhile, Iacon and Cybertrone was slowly picking up its true, beautiful colors and life seemed brighter for everyone after finally getting their T-cogs and feel complete.

... then, why do you feel.. empty?

It was stupid - you have now your T-cog, of course! And yet...

You try to not think about it too much - you decide to keep yourself focused on your tasks, helping others, and so on. But whenever the night arrives and you are alone in your berth...

"Primus, please... if you are out there - keep D-16 safe and sound. Please." You pray, holding your servos against your chestplate.

With the pass of the days you started to accept the fact that D-16 was no longer there, but it was Megatron who had now his face.

Things were getting better, but also tense at the same time, as from time to time, if they haven't done it on that day Megatron was vanished from Iacon, bots who started to think like him left Iacon by choice to look after the leader they wanted.

You remained on the Autobot's side - your spark longed for the mech you used to love, but you knew he was no longer the sweet, kind D-16 you used to know.

But - you wanted to see him. You needed to see him. Even if it was dangerous or that you might not live another day to tell - you needed to see him.

And little did you know how much Megatron silently suffered to himself as he couldn't forget you. And he, too, wished to see you again. His spark would cry too, wishing to see once again the same cybertronian that he fell in love years ago.

Alas - if something happens then it meant it was what Primus wanted to happen...

You were tasked to go out with a group of autobots to swap places with another group who stayed on the surface in other to keep track on any kind of Quintesson activity... or Decepticon, too.

"Arcee, in position" - "Prowl in position, too!" - "Me too - I mean, Blurr too!"

"(Y/N) in position as well." You add, followed by another one of your teammates through the audio connection. 1 solar cycle to be out there and keep an optic on everything until the next team arrives to swap places with yours. Thankfuly, for the past days, any type of Quintesson activity was nearly none - Primus bless Optimus, Elita and Bumblebee - but all of you wanted to be sure, just in case.

You were relatively far away from your team, moving between tall mountain alike structures, your right servo transformed in your (weapon of choice).

The sound of a heavey step made you quickly turn around, aiming your weapon with a serious expression - to quickly change into one of surprise.

Megatron stares at you and slowly start walking towards you. And you remain frozen in place, slowly lowering your weapon - until the sound of the audial connection being activated. Megatron freezes in place.

"Arcee to (Y/N) - I lost for a moment your location, everything okay?"

Megatron keeps his optics locked with yours, thinking you were going to give out his presence... You press the small audial device on your helm to answer. "(Y/N) to Arcee - affirmative. The structures are doing that glitch - but all fine."

After turning off the audial connection, Megatron runs to you as you open wide your arms, your weapon transforming back into your arm. And the big mech hugs you close, as you hug him back. In silence, you hold each other, his faceplate hidding against your helm as you do as well against his chestplate.

"... I missed you." You whisper, scolding at yourself for saying that - feeling weak. But how could you not say those words when you have been longing for him?

"I've missed you, too." Megatron confesses, moving to gently press his forehelm against yours, closing his red optics as you close your own. "I thought I was never going to see you again."

"... Why did you do it?" You ask, spark hurting.

Megatron looks at you with softened optics, knowing what were you talking about - killing Sentinel Prime in a brutal way when he was already defeated, wanting to destroy Iacon, making a promise to become the sole true leader that was going to guide everyone and whoever stood on his way was going to be offlined. "I did it for our people, for us - Optimus was not going to make Sentinel suffer the consequences he deserved after all the torture he made us go through, (Y/N)..."

You should be angry - Primus, you should be yelling at him and fighting for his violent ways, for not understanding what he was doing was the same thing Sentinel was doing. Alas, all you do is let your optics fill with energon and cry softly as Megatron holds you close.

"I wanted to know you more! I - I wanted to be your friend! Fall in love with you - become your Conjux!" You confess, crying that life you wished for the moment you two met. "I wanted to become yours and you become mine!"

The Decepticon leader tries to not to cry, forcing himself to remain strong. Megatron blamed himself because... how could he give you those things you were wishing between the two of you now that he was the enemy? And he knew he couldn't ask you to follow him, to join the Decepticons - even when he wanted to take you with him, he wasn't going to take away your freedom, not after having that being taken away by the false Prime since everyone's birth.

"I love you." Megatron suddenly confesses, holding your helm with his servos, your optics once again finding each others. "The moment I saw you in that busy day - I knew you were the one who I wanted to bond with, become his Conjux and have our sparks meet the other. I love you, (Y/N) - and... I'm so sorry for having ruin our future."

Your spark fluttered and felt warm, whole. Complete.

Holding his helm back, you kissed him. And he kissed you back.

And that same night you two became the Conjux Endura of the other. And while it hurt you to leave him, and for him to leave you to go back to your respective places - your spark still felt complete.

Whenever you are alone, you place a servo on your chestplate, where your spark rests, and feel. I love you.

And, in silence, you feel his I love you, back.

In silence, you await for the day you get to be back in Megatron's arms. And hope, and pray to Primus, for the war to end and be by his side, one way or another.

I'm not sobbing you are sobbing. /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~ Vhaos out!

#transformers x reader #megatron x reader #transformers one x reader

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signedaiko · 4 days ago

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begging- BEGGING PLEASSEE!!

for a Bumblee Bee x Decepticon reader who’s short like him but more timid than their comrades. Like they mess up on missions, but they can be snappy too and fast like Bumblebee! I imagine him chasing them in a fun cat and mouse and accidentally takes it like a fun game. all scaring the heck out of them as he catches up with a smile. He would start crushing on them and just says things like it’s a fun idea “you should totally switch sides! Join us!” And the reader is all bewildered but wary.

Bumblebee [Animated]

In which the small bot finds a con just about his size that he wants to spend more time with.

Reader is: Gender Neutral | Cybertronian | Decepticon. Romantic.

Bee has a fair few con encounters now that he is fighting for Earth

Usually they were against the likes of Blitzwing, Lugnut, and the odd Starscream

But you were new; you were something that paled in size but made up for in interest

You were mostly known for your ability to distract; that's right, the cons used you as a lure on purpose

You were small, nimble, decently fast, and as Random had once told you;

"You have the face of an Autobot!"

Autobots thought you were an easy target, easy to manipulate, perhaps less smart

But you were dedicated to the cause, and while you hated being bait and preferred your spot on intelligence collection, you were happy to do whatever Megatron wished of you

Usually, it was fine

But recently, the yellow one had gotten too close, and he was only getting better at catching up to you

Telling the cons you were scared was out of the question, but it was seriously concerning how obsessive it had become

Every time you made yourself visible to the Bots, he was racing towards you with a smile and a hand extended, like he expected you to reach out and accept him just like that

More recently, you were worried he'd actually catch you

Racing down a frozen-over river as thick snow slowly fell from the sky, leafless trees whizzing past your vision as your peds left compacted snow marks behind you

He had special wheels made for snow, but you didn't, and he was fast behind you, yelling some more of his pleas

"Aren't you tired of running? I just wanna talk!"

He sounded so young, certainly near your age, someone you could get along with had it not been for the war

But what if it was only a trick? What if he only played this game for his own amusement?

You'd long since called Blitzwing to help get you, since you couldn't fly, and he was on his way, but visibility was low with all the snow, fog, and your distant location

You had to keep running, but Bee was only a few meters behind by now; you could hear the snow crunching beneath his tires

"C'mon! Join the bots! We can race like this more often on real roads!"

He offered again, but you refused

"You make it sound easy; how about you just join the cons?"

You were just as snappy, though

Just as he got on your heels and transformed, digits inches away from grabbing your arm, you jumped up and grabbed onto the wing of the purple and tan jet that swooped down, dragged away from his reach in seconds

He stopped in his tracks and groaned, but his smile never left

"Next time, then!"

Authors Note - This prompt is so cute!!! It honestly reminds me of a Blitzwing fic I read by @vhaos-chaotic-writing that was him being yandere and kinda doing the same!

#aiko writez #transformers #headcanons #transformers x reader #transformer headcanons #x reader #reader insert #tfa x reader #tfa #tfa bumblebee #bumblebee x reader

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tom-foolery-incorporated · 11 days ago

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Dude after the free use human fic, after human was finally out of the hole is she going to get asked by the bots if that can do it again instead of y'know being stuck in the wall, because I can imagine the bots won't stop thinking about it

......

>:333

Rehehehehehehe

Various Lost Light crew members x reader, gender neutral AFAB reader, racially ambiguous, free use, very mild dubious consent if you squint

I bet Swerve begs the human to have a free use night at his bar. Like buy two drinks get to use the human. You know Ultra Magnus had to help set up in order to make sure everything was in line and in order. Buy two drinks then get a ticket with your number for the human to service you. Then it just breaks down into a huge robot gangbang in the middle of the bar.

You know Rodimus is coming to the human like twice a day absolutely pussy whipped and begging to be inside his favorite human again.

Megatron finally getting a turn and making it so the human can’t walk for a whole week. Just blissed out smiling with a lake of transfluid under them as their abused hole just gapes. He’s very attentive with aftercare but he’s also worried he might have broken them.

Ratchet took them in under the guise of their own medical well being but bro doesn’t know jack about organics and just wanted an excuse to have them to himself. Drift jacking off Ratchet using the human like a spike sleeve.

You know Tailgate is humping them like a rabbit every chance he gets and Cyclonus is watching the whole thing with his spike in his servo.

Rewind and Chromedome taking the human out on a romantic excursion so they’re all buttered up when they share them. Soft lighting and music while they take turns using the human’s holes. I feel like they’d run a train on their special little human.

Nautica would probably be int having the human ride her then tease them when they get tired. “Nuhuh! I saw what kind of stamina you have,” she’d say while giving a sharp thrust. “I know you can do better than that.” Then she’s punishing the little human when they cum before her. She’s fingering them and using them like a toy. The human comes out of her habsuite covered in purple lipstick marks and smiling like a dope.

Whirl would scoop the human up and stash them away in his habsuite all for himself. He just wants the soft mushy sex where his human is stroking his face and peppering kisses all along his body until he can fuck their face with his spike. He’d definitely tease at breaking them and turning them into nothing but a hole for everyone to use but he knows how fragile humans are and to be more gentle.

Brainstorm is running all sorts of experiments trying to see which toys his human has the best reaction to, how hard they can cum, how many orgasms until they pass out. It’s all for research purposes he tells himself while watching Perceptor fuck you stupid while jacking himself off.

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers x reader smut #transformers smut #valveplug #valveplug x reader #transformers valveplug

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ppnuggie · 11 months ago

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　　　　　　MTMTE x gn reader

　　　　『　rodimus ,, ultra magnus ,, chromedome ,, rewind ,, megatron ,, whirl ,, tailgate ,, swerve ,, cyclonus ,, first aid ,, ratchet ,, drift ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> christmas on the lost light

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— sorry i havent been uploading as much 😭💔 ive been busy with work and school ,, but im on christmas break so hopefully ill be able to get through the few requests i have sitting in my inbox rn and reopen requests :(( ima try to start uploading more now as much as i can ❤️ heres a little something for christmas though ! hope you all enjoy christmas this year <3

• it was natural for the bots aboard to be interested in human customs ,, having lived in a war most their life . death and violence were something they were quite used to experiencing ,, never really having the time to experience anything outside of the horrors of war itself .

• swerve was one of the few main bots that pestered you often about human holidays . cybertronians didn't celebrate much ,, unless they were a group of autobots who just gave some decepticons a what-for .

• then again ,, swerve usually asked many questions regarding things on earth and what humans do . sometimes you humored him ,, sometimes you told little lies ,, like if you clapped three times in a mall it would be a sign that a tiger was loose . it was quite fun to put silly nonsense in that processor of his at times .

• though when it came to christmas he would not leave you alone . whether you celebrated it or not ,, you still explained the custom in general to him . how old saint nicholas would mosey on down the chimney ,, eat the cookies and drink the milk left out for him ,, and leave presents under the tree lit well and adorned with ornaments .

• you even pulled up the santa tracker for swerve ,, showing him where santa would go and be ,, how on christmas eve he would be flying around with his reindeer and leave presents

• hearing all of this intrigued chromedome and rewind ,, as well as tailgate and whirl . cyclonus didn't understand the hype and belief of having an old random man leave gifts in your house and eat your food even if left out specifically him . tailgate was thrilled though ,, a funny little old man leaving him gifts seemed so heavenly to him . chromedome and rewind ,, however ,, had different opinions . rewind was interested in this human holiday ,, whilst chromedome shared the same opinion as cyclonus . how were you sure this 'santa' guy wasnt gonna rob you ? and when you were sleeping nonetheless .

• rodimus already knew of this tradition ,, as did ratchet and ultra magnus . rodimus was quite ecstatic at the idea of having a christmas party ,, watching christmas movies and sipping on energon . maybe he could even have you sit on his lap ,, all cozy in those soft blankets and sippin on your own mug of hot chocolate .

• ratchet couldnt care less ,, grumbling something about how 'you humans and your holidays and customs' . though he definitely didnt deny the offer of going to this christmas party ,, it was nice to spend some time that didn't involve life threatening situations for once .

• ultra magnus ,, on the other hand ,, was quite picky about how the christmas party should be set up . he even tried to ban home alone ,, saying he didnt want rodimus to get any ideas from the traps in the movie . the last thing he needed was to end up in one the next day . though ,, the many outweigh the few ,, and so home alone was allowed in the movie marathon .

• now when you told him about the grinch ,, he wasnt sure if you were mocking him by saying it was an actual movie or if he should be concerned for what this dr.seuss guy was drawing . i mean ,, have you seen how hairy the grinch is ? or how the whos in whoville are shaped ? pointy noses and all ,, it was quite new to magnus .

• megatron ,, who overheard everything ,, already knew he wasnt going to be wanted at the party . it made sense ,, his past and everything he's done to earth and its people . though when you asked him to come ,, that you personally wanted him there ,, he swore he felt his spark stop for a second . he only gave a nod ,, whilst ravage bickered to him that night in his habsuite .

• whirl ,, to say the least ,, was prepared to fight santa . he was watching the santa tracker ,, waiting for the jolly fellow to pop up so whirl could fly down and bring out the big guns ( that brainstorm recently made ,, not yet tested out or put through a test trial so lord knows what may go wrong) . magnus almost had to throw him in the brig if he couldnt contain his sudden rage and fury for the old man .

• first aid was somewhat interested ,, never having celebrated a holiday before . it would be nice ,, getting together and doing nothing but watching movies all day . he hadnt seen movies from earth that much either ,, besides a few fast n furious ones here and there . needless to say ,, he was somewhat concerned for humans need to trash cars . he cringed a little on the inside ,, watching those perfectly good cars blow up . it was like a horror movie but for cybertronians .

• during the movie marathon ,, whirl tried to sneak violent night and black christmas in ,, saying they were also christmas movies and that they should watch them . magnus ended up throwing them out ,, saying no one really felt like seeing dying people during this one time of peace .

• drift enjoyed the nightmare before christmas ,, the claymation alone was enough to captivate him . then the designs of the characters ,, the music and songs ,, even jack's childlike wonder for christmas matched his own (in a few ways) . during that movie you sat with him ,, sharing a few facts about the movie itself . how long it took to make and how hard it is to do claymation movies .

• during the polar express you stayed with rewind and chromedome ,, snuggling in between the two and sippin on your hot chocolate . rewind enjoyed watching the train on the ice whilst chromedome puffed about how he coulda easily done that himself and saved everyone . you only rolled your eyes ,, muttering out a sure as you fought back a smile .

• during a break in between the movies you noticed megatron ,, standing awkwardly in the corner with his own cube of fools energon in servo . you smiled at the bot ,, walking up to him and having a small conversation with him . you didnt honestly think he’d show up ,, but youre glad he did . he let you sit with him during one of the movies ,, bonding well with the giant bot .

• he was quite warm ,, heat coming from off his body as you huddled close to him . he tucked his servo around you ,, worried you may fall off . for a few moments during the movie you swore you saw him smile at some of the corniest parts ,, or chuckle softly at some of the dumbest jokes .

• you took turns ,, switching between bots during different movies . you would sit in their laps ,, explain little things you liked about the movie playing and share a few things of your own childhood during this time of the year .

• it was nice ,, to say the least . having time to the bots ,, doing things that reminded you of home . it wasnt the same ,, but it was the thought that counted . spending time with them peacefully was more than enough for you ,, and definitely more than you could ask for this christmas .

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stickytrigger69 · 1 year ago

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If you don't mind may I have a G1 soundwave with a Cybertronian gn reader? Lets say that soundwave has a crush on reader but doesn't know how to confess, so he drops hints about it but reader probably thinks he's joking and laughs it off and he just gets really frustrated until he realizes someone else likes you and gets more nervous and stress and the way he confesses is up to you :)

G1 Soundwave x GN Cybertronian Reader

Reader is gender neutral

Bot instead of mech or femme

Readers frame type, paint job, etc are unspecified.

(designation) = your name

I hope you like it

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Soundwave was sitting alone listening to your voice recordings while looking out the window at the strange ocean dwellers. After the ship has been underwater for so long, there were finally personal quarters again. The repairs and draining had taken longer than expected, but that was anticipated what with Starscream fumbling many of Megatrons plans and even some humans getting in the way of things. Your voice is unlike any of the others and certainly not like his own monotonous one. It does wonders to soothe him, especially in person, recordings just don't do you justice, both visual and audio recordings fail you.

You're such a polite bot as well, using a softer voice when speaking to comrades, even if they were getting on your last nerve. You were patient with the mechs you lived with that you fought with, many of which would tease you for your kind nature. They would sometimes sneer at you and call you an autobot but you'd just stand there and kindly remind them where you are and that you are where you have chosen to be, where you were chosen to be. Soundwave had often seen Megatron stand behind you to scare them off, or his cassettes would stand by your side or even in front of you to snark back on your behalf. Soundwave also took his turn defending you whenever the opportunity presented itself.

He always relished in the praise and gratitude you would give to him. Your small, tired smile was what he was after the most, though. A look that said that you don't mind his monotony, that you don't just think he's cold and empty, one that, to his knowledge, is reserved only for him.

"Oh, Soundwave, can you help me with -" Your calm voice sounds in his audials while a bouyant creature with dozens of tentacles jumps around in front of the window. The way his spark swells when you call his name, when you ask for him before anyone else is nearly painful. If only you took him seriously, you never believe him when he tells you things, like how you have the nicest paint job on the ship or the nicest optics. It makes him feel sad when he's by himself like he is now, but when it happens in front of him he tends to get a little grumpy, he loves you so much but you are so oblivious to his advancements that he has started to think you have begun to ignore them on purpose.

*knock-knock*

He stops the audio recordings and heads to the door. When it opens, Ravage quickly walks in and goes to lay next to the window to rest. He watches the feline for a moment before turning to the bot at his door. You stand there with a large smile on your face as you watch Ravage get comfy. When you're content, you look up into Soundwaves visor, smile beaming on him.

"Thank you for trusting me with him. He's very pleasant to work with. He didn't get hurt or anything either, I promise." Soundwave feels like he's melting. The respect you show him and his cassettes, his companions, is more than anyone else cares to give. He just stands there for a little while, just looking you in the optics, slowly forgetting what you were here for. Your smile doesn't waver. You just continue to look at him. He tries so hard to control himself, to keep from invading your privacy, but it's so difficult.

He wants to know, needs to know what you're thinking when you're looking at him the way you are now. But he respects and cares for you too much to allow himself the selfish pleasure. Being so close to you, though, it's incomparable to anything that could bring anyone bliss.

"Query: will you join me?" Soundwave steps aside, making more room in the doorway. You make a silly face. You look so confused, but he knows you're just thinking about what to say.

"Oh," Soundwave suddenly gets a little worried. You look down the hall, contemplating, " Sure, I can stay a while." With a shrug of your shoulders, your helm snaps back at him, a new smile on your face, and you go inside. His curiosity gets the better of him, so he decides to ask you the burning question.

"Do you have somewhere you need to be?" You stare at the floor when you turn your head toward him.

"I mean, kind of. Thundercracker said he wanted to spend some time with me, but I'm in no rush to go see him right now." You spin back around to sit on the chair at his desk. Thundercracker? He hardly ever spends time with anyone unless it's Skywarp or Starscream. Hmmm, that's an interesting development in your social circle. He'll have to have one of his cassettes watch you two for him.

"I am glad you decided to stay with me," your optics widen a little, and your smile stretches across your face, helm lowering, "I really enjoy your company, (designation)."

"Well," you chuckle and rub the back of your neck, "I like spending time with you too, Soundwave, and with your little ones as well." Ravage peeks open an optic to look at you but closes it after looking you up and down.

"Aww, that's cute, 'little ones', you hear that Frenzy?" Rumble jumps out from Soundwaves chassis, his red twin following close behind, making you laugh some more.

"I thought you two were out on a mission?" They look at you then eachother then back to you.

"Nah, we thought we'd stick around-"

"-Yeah, 'sides, we got somethin' to tell ya anyway." Frenzy finishes Rumbles sentence, you love how they do that, smiling fondly at the two. They look at Soundwave, mischievous smiles that waver from "the look," and they decide against it. When they look back at you and see the big smile on your face, they decide to just tell you about what Ravage said the other day.

They start telling you about it, but Soundwave doesn't listen. Instead, he stares at you, watches the way your smile sparkles, and how your optics squeeze shut when you laugh really hard. Ravage starts growling at the two little mechs, and you reach down to pick him up, placing him on your lap. Servos run along his smooth plating, trying to calm him down as you take his side, making the twins laugh and tease. Soundwave later moved to sit on the berth in an attempt to get closer to you. He leans closer and closer with time, petting Ravage as well.

His servo brushes against yours every once in a while, but you don't seem to pay any mind to it. Thankfully, he wears his visor and mouth plate at all times, so you can't see when he looks at you or smiles when your servos touch. Eventually, you do have to leave, but he can tell that you don't really want to. You've gotten comfortable with Soundwave and the others. A ping pops up on your HUD, Thundercracker wants to know if you're going to hang with him or not.

His message makes you smile and shake your helm side to side, deciding you should go see what he wants. You hold onto Ravage before you stand, his little legs go limp, allowing you to hold his weight completely. Soundwave stands with you.

"I gotta go, hehe, I forgot about Thundercracker. Thanks for letting me hang out for a little Soundwave, I always have the most fun with you and the little ones." You hold Ravage out in front of you, letting Soundwave take hold of him. His servos purposefully touch yours as he stares into your optics.

"I understand, I always enjoy your company as well." A small chuckle escapes you, optics boring into his visor.

"Thank you again, Soundwave." The blue mech only nods, watching you turn and leave his room. Ravage is still extended out in front of him from when he took him from you.

"Ravage: new mission: observe and report." Ravage looks at him and gives a curt nod before jumping from his servos and leaving through the door.

"Why don't you just tell 'em boss?" Rumble asks, watching the door shut.

"Yeah? I mean," Frenzy looks up at the blue mech, "you are the best bot here."

"Yeah, if anyone here deserves that bot, it's you." It's Rumble's turn to look up at him. The large mech doesn't look at them, though. He just continues to stare at the door. He can tell, feel, that they are telling the truth, he knows its their honest feelings, and that offers reassurance. Soundwave knows that all of his cassettes feel that way. He often hears them talking about it when he's not around. He's even heard them say it bluntly to the other decepticons.

'If anything, Soundwave is the only mech here who has a chance with 'em' they say and it always makes him feel pride swell within his chassis. When he finally looks down to the twins he see their concerned faces, he puts his servo up in reassurance and lays down on his berth trying to focus in on you and Thundercracker. He knows Ravage is there too, listening as closely as possible without being spotted; Soundwave can feel Thundercracker and hear his thoughts and Ravage can see him. The way Thundercracker is thinking about you, feeling about you, is more than enough to make Soundwave want to storm over there and whisk you away from him and bring you back in here.

The blue flyer is only thinking about how beautiful your frame is while completely ignoring your pleasant company. None of what you are saying is really sinking in. His thoughts and feelings are of the status you could bring him. He does have one thing right in his processor, though, and that is that you are the best bot in all the decepticon ranks, the most attractive and overall best of all of them. Thundercracker thinks that if he has you, he will climb socially. His thoughts of parading you around like a trophy or a medal really upsets him because you're more than that. You are worth more than that. You deserve more than that.

He called Ravage back earlier than he had initially thought he would, but he had heard and felt enough that he doesn't even want to know how the flier was looking at you. He continued to listen to you both the whole time you talked. He even continued to listen to you as you went into your room and laid down on your berth to recharge just to make sure you weren't left unhappy oe uncomfortable from the time you spent with the other mech. But you weren't, you were content and buzzing with happiness, you love spending time with your friends, but Soundwave feels a little sad that you feel that way mostly because you were spending time with Thundercracker.

Now that you and Thundercracker have gotten closer, he thinks he can do everything with you, shadowing you throughout the day and always checking in on you through comms. You were reporting to Soundwave when Thundercracker showed up placing a servo on your shoulder affectionately. You turn your helm to say a small 'hi' before immediately turning back to Soundwave to continue your report. Thundercracker is filled to the brim with complacent energy as he stares into Soundwaves visor, servo holding onto you tightly. He does this whenever you talk to anyone and gets close to you in an attempt to prove that you've been claimed.

Though Soundwave knows for certain that you have not proclaimed yourself to him and Thundercracker hasn't been brave enough to even ask you. It's Thundercrackers' pompous attitude that has finally begun to wear Soundwave down, and you've noticed. You pulled him aside the other day and asked what was wrong. He replied smoothly with flattery and something about not having time to see you lately, which made you giggle.

"Well, I have some free time tomorrow if you want to hang out then?" You give him a soft smile, and he suddenly feels lighter.

"I thought we were hanging out tomorrow?" Thundercracker rudely interrupts, slinging his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. How hadn't Soundwave heard him come up or even begin to approach? Again, anger boils up from within him, and he acts upon impulse. For him, it feels like he's moved the fastest he ever has, but for you, everything happens at half speed, his servos taking hold of your shoulders gently tugging on you, pulling you from Thundercracker. His mouthpiece slides away slowly to reveal his handsome derma, a servo leaves your shoulder to rest behind your helm, and before you know it, your faces are so close, your derma are pressed to his.

Your optics are blown wide with shock, and you stare into his red visor. Thundercracker is complaining in the background, but you can't hear him, and neither can Soundwave. Soundwave can feel your frame warming up. He finally pulls away to look at you. Your optics are half lidded, and derma parted slightly. Thundercracker is talking to Soundwave still, saying that you're his and that he wants to fight with Soundwave.

"Thundercracker," your optics stay on Soundwaves visor, "I don't belong to anyone, but you can leave us. We have some things to discuss." Thundercracker is at a loss for words and just turns around and leaves, stomping grumpily away. You're still in his arms, looking into his red visor. "You were flirting with me that whole time." You say it as a statement rather than a question, as if you've just realized. Soundwave chuckles and nods.

"I have. Have you just been oblivious, or have you been ignoring it?" He smirks.

"I never noticed, I just thought, well, you were just being friendly." His smile widens. It was oblivion then. How cute.

"I have deep feelings for you (designation), I tried telling you-"

"Subtle hints?"

"Yes, I thought you would have noticed." He nods. "Is this okay? Do you like me as well?" Worry course's through him again.

"Yes, yes, it's okay, and I do, I like you too." You confess. He feels like he could fly. He presses his helm against yours, smiling softly.

"Query: will you be mine?"

"Yes, I will. I'm yours." You beam at him.

After that, you've been inseparable, at base and in the field, no one has or can come between you two. You tend to fuss over him after solo missions, taking care of him and the little ones. You love him so much, and it scares you to think he could die at the hands of an autobot. But you know better. He's stronger and smarter than just about everyone. If Megatron were to fall, Soundwave would be your first pick as the new leader, and not just because he's your lover.

Not only are you the best in the field, but you're the best when Megatron isn't around, ruling and fighting as a pair.

#transformers #tf #macadam #maccadam #macaddam #cybertronian reader #gn reader #soundwave #tf soundwave #transformers g1 #g1 soundwave #g1 soundwave x gender neutral reader

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deliriousbug · 3 years ago

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Tell me if you get sick of these requests since they follow the same theme lol, anyway, LL megs s/o always goes out to mine for gemstones and such, they LOVE beautiful things like that. One day, they don’t come back the time they usually do. Turns out some bastard who thought s/o was some leftover elitist from pre war cybertron, made the mine collapse on them. How does megatron and the crew find out about this? Because said mech started bragging about killing a high class bot in the mines s/o uses

OMG How could I get tired of them when they're all so intrinsicaly different? I love it! Also sorry for the wait, I hope I made up for it :)

Gender Neutral s/o

“What is so wrong with buying them?” Megatron asked. He leaned over his conjunx endura’s shoulder to inspect the table of crystals that they stood before. The variety was stunning, but Megatron knew too well how they had been procured. It was rare to find a gem vendor —even on alien planets— that sourced their products humanely.

“Because,” his partner said, “there’s no telling where these came from.” They picked up a clump of glittery blue agate but set it down just as quickly. “They’re mostly fakes. Plus, they mean more when I find them myself; like centuries-old treasures to be discovered and I’m the only one who can give them real value; not monetary.”

Megatron hummed his yield and followed as they moved to the next stall. His love delicately brushed their digits over all the blown-glass art, carefully inspecting the beauty of each piece. They adored all things colorful and unique and yet. . . They glanced back to make sure big, hulking, drab old Megatron was still following. He caught their gaze and they smiled. Even their smile held a charm and comeliness that few others could achieve naturally. They were the diamond and he was the rough.

Megatron paced outside of a mecha-friendly bar, all but growling at anyone who dared breathe a whisper about where his love might be. He tried time and again to call them, but the planet’s immense geomagnetic output meant that all he got was static. Ultra Magnus had already tried to assure Megatron that an hour wasn’t very long. That had been two hours ago. Megatron cursed himself and the Magnus and the organic ground he paced. His partner had never been late like this coming back from a mining trip. He usually made it a point to know where they were headed, but this one time he had forgotten. How he’d forgotten was beyond him, and terrifying to say the least. Was his mind, in its decrepit mound, finally beginning to fade?

An hour later, Megatron spotted a vehicle approaching. He marched forward, intending to give his lover a scolding they wouldn’t forget, but he quickly realized that whoever was coming was not his conjunx. The stranger transformed, gave Megatron a suspicious side-eye, and headed into the bar where the rest of the crew was enjoying drinks. Megatron glared after the mech and followed him in, but only with the intention of declaring it time to send out search parties. He was headed for Ultra Magnus when he overheard the stranger proudly rambling on to Tailgate, Swerve, and Rewind.

“You guys remember the scumbag elitists from before the war?” he asked. “Well I swear to Primus I saw one scrounging for energon, recognized ‘em too. And you know what I did? Ha, I’ll tell yuh!” He tossed a loose grenade in his servo. “Brought the whole damn cave down on their head! Talk about justice, am I right?”

Megatron’s sudden grip crushed the mech’s shoulder armor. “Did you see their face?” he demanded. A pit was already settling in his tanks and he thought he might puke. “What were their colors?”

The mech blanched in the hold of THE Megatron. “Um I dunno,” he stammered, “but they were real small and shiny, like with actual gems in their armor. Why do you care?”

He cared because he adored seeing how the sun caught in the crystals his love had embedded along the edges of their spine. He loved running his servos down their back and appraising each one. Megatron cared because it was his fault that his bejeweled conjunx was alone and trapped in a cave-in.

“Where!” He shook the mech like a ragdoll, fury and fear colliding and coming off of Megatron in droves. The mech bleated coordinates and Megatron practically threw him aside. All the shouting had attracted the rest of the bar’s attention and as he drove away, Megatron could hear Ultra Magnus hollering at the dumb fuck of a stranger.

Megatron pushed himself as fast as he could go, his engine roaring and his spark convulsing. If only he’d just gone with his partner, if he’d just bit through the dark dredge of his past in the mines and the trauma it brought. He squealed to a stop at a crumbled mound of rubble: the entrance to the cave. For a moment he just stood there, thinking to himself that he couldn’t go back. He couldn’t.

But he had to.

And he would.

He did.

He dug furiously on his hands and knees, clawing through rock and dirt, and he tried not to look at his digits caked with it all. He tried not to acknowledge the scent of energon which could have been in his head or could have been real. He couldn’t tell. He both wished he had a pickaxe and was relieved to not have to feel the coarse handle of one, the weight of it. And yet he did feel it —albeit an invisible one— chipping at his spark, ting, ting, ting. It kicked up energon and dust and they coated the insides of his throat, choking him. His optics welled to clear away the bits of rock that had gotten stuck there. And they leaked for his love, lost somewhere in this mess; victim to a world long gone and to a hate ever-present.

Megatron wept.

A voice, so small and faint, called to him, the sound of it leaking out through cracks in the rubble. He shouted back, praying that they could hear him; that they knew they weren’t forgotten, like he had been so many times. He shuddered at the barrage of memories but still his efforts nor his tears ceased.

Finally he reached a break in the rubble, a miniscule opening just enough to see his conjunx, stomach up, their chassis cracked and losing sparklight. Their top half was scattered with smaller chunks of debris and one arm was twisted at a god awful angle beneath them, shoulder completely dislocated. From the waist down, they disappeared under a chunk of rock puddled by energon. Their optics flickered in and out, dimming until Megatron began to clear away the rubble. He was careful, oh so careful, but any movement at all left them writhing, optics fritzing white with pain, and vocalizer spitting a staticy, warbled scream. Megatron tried to talk to them, to keep them focused, but they flashed in and out of consciousness.

When, at last, Megatron could pull them from the rubble, he hauled them the entire way out of the cave. They trailed energon and both legs were all but flattened, mangled beyond feasible repairs. Ratchet and First Aid had both just arrived and they sprang into action. Megatron was commanded to lay his partner down and hold up their helm, and so he did just that. With their helm in his lap, he gently wiped the filth off of their face with a cool rag. He cooed to them while the medics fought to staunch the bleeding.

Settled in the confines of the Lost Light’s medbay, Megatron still wasn’t sure if he could breathe. His conjunx was awake and together they were listening to Ratchet’s prognosis: both legs required replacing and continued physical therapy would be needed to integrate the new legs with the rest of the frame. Megatron’s darling would be stuck in the medbay until all of their internal damage was healed as well, and Ratchet didn’t have a set time for that.

Once the medic left, Megatron grasped his love’s servo. He kissed it reverently before he spoke the words he knew they dreaded to hear.

"Never again.”

They turned sad optics on him. “Megatron. . .”

“No.” He stood firm but his voice was anything except that. “I won’t let you risk your life like this again. We are lucky to have gotten off as we did. . . My love, I need you, not your crystals in my quarters. Those could never make up for the weight of your servo in mine, or your frame curled against mine, or your optics looking into mine.” He paused. “Please, I can’t lose you.”

They cupped his cheek and smiled softly. There was pain in their gaze, both of actually losing one of the things they loved most, and imagining losing the mech they loved above all else.

“I’ve gotten my fill of hidden gems right here, Megatron,” they whispered.

Extra Thought: While they’re confined to the medbay (for like a really long time), Megatron brings them crystals and chunks of rare raw ores. Word gets around the ship about what happened and the rest of the crew start bringing gems too, all things they just had or bought. (Rodimus steered the ship straight to the biggest open air gem market as soon as he found out.) And everyone made sure that all the goods they gifted to them were sustainably and humanely sourced.

Extra Blerb: Megatron’s room is filled with only the finest crystals, it was his s/o’s way of adding some life and color, they’d said. It was them, really, their beautiful soul reflected in the crystals, the luster and glow and jagged faces, it was all them. He keeps his favorites in his subspace.

#mtmte megatron #megatron #gender neutral s/o #megatron x gender neutral bot #transformers #transformers idw #mtmte #ultra magnus #ratchet #first aid #maccadam #sfw

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jazz-miester · 3 years ago

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Veni, vidi, cecidi ad vos

Pairing: Ravage x Reader

Reader type: Gender Neutral human

Song: Light My Love- Greta Van Fleet

Warnings: none lol

An: Had a thought. Wrote for Ravage. This came out. Let me know what you think!

Tags: @rawmeknockout I hope it's ok that I tagged you in this!

There is not a whole lot of bots Ravage cared about. He could, as the saying goes, count on one hand the amount of bots he allowed into his life. Soundwave chief among them. So it was quite world turning when you came into his life. Or rather, the Lost Lights.

He didn't think much of you a first. Just another organic that he could lump in with the rest.

Absolutely average in everything you did.

At least. That's what he thought. His opinion began to sway and change the more he watched you interact with the other bots aboard the ship.

He expected you to be like the last liaison they had. Only talking with those you had to. Being rude and irritable to the others who tries to be their friend. To learn more about humans.

So when that grudge carried over he expected you so bend and break over the hostility the bots had to offer. And instead you surprised him by rising up. To showing the better side of humanity to them. To not standing for the way they had treated you in the beginning.

He began caring for you more deeply than he meant to. It began with your first meeting. Megatron introducing the two of you. You had looked so small in his large servo. Both of your legs together barely averaging the size of one digit.

He felt a spark of protectiveness shoot through him when you came to great him. He was taller than you. Your little furry head reaching just below his chin.

And you.

You treated him as an equal. As being with sentience and thought. Not like an animal. And with such soft kindness he had yet to see from your kind or his.

It grew further when you stood up to a stubborn bot who wouldn't take a hint. Asking him all sorts of questions that, if he were still with the Deceptions, he would have torn their neck cabling without a second thought. Yet here you were. Hands on hips. Face flushed with anger. Voice high and steady as you told the mech off.

"How dare you make insinuations of any kind about Ravage! He is more than just an animal you absolute ass of a mech! Would you care to be called brutish and animalistic without thought or reason! How about I take that high and mighty head of yours as shove it up you-" Ravage had quickly cut you off. Gathering you up by the fabric of your shirt and carrying you not to unlike the kittens on earth.

"You don't need to do that for me." He told you when he had reached your habsuit. "I could handle it myself." You shook your head. Face still flushed. Whether it was from anger yet to leave or you were embarrassed to be carried like that he didn't know.

"Ravage you shouldn't have to. There are people who care about you. Megatron." You had hesitated. "I care." Your fingers bunched up the hem of your shirt. "I care about you quite a bit."

He stared at you. Didn't speak as he mulled over your words. Perhaps a bit to long as he watched your face fall. Cheeks flush. You hands shake.

"Out of all the mechs and femmes. All the species I have met in my lifetime. You. You didn't treat me like I was an animal. Why?" Your face scrunched. He always that it sweet that. That little look on your face when you were confused or thinking.

"I. What? Ravage. Why would I treat you any differently?" You places your servo on the side of his muzzle. Your warmth seeped into him. "You speak like me. You think. You feel. I've seen you grieve and be homesick for Soundwave. Ravage you have kept me safe and made me happy. Why would I treat you like you were some. Some."

"Animal?" He finished. His nosed at the top of your head. Breathing I the scent of the soaps you used. Sweet and fruity. "Because I am. In body. In instinct." You laughed and he pulled back.

"Technically speaking. So am I." Slowly. Carefully you placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. Standing on tip toe to reach him.

"I came here. I saw all of them. And I fell for you, Ravage. Only you." His spark thundered at that confession.

He wrapped himself around you.

"Maybe I have to." He couldn't admit it. No yet. It would make it to real. To tangible. To easy to touch and break. Let him feel for a while.

He thought you look satisfied with that answer. Choosing to curl up with him on the carpet of your habsuit. Pulling a heavy blanket over the two of you.

Let him pretend. Let him pretend that in this moment there is no chance of loosing you. Of him being. Him.

#maccadam #transformers #mtmte ravage #ravage x reader #i tried lol

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 4 years ago

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If I may request, maybe some size kink TFA Megatron x cybertronian reader? Perhaps they have a similar size to Bumblebee, and that gets Megatron all frisky? Gender neutral pronouns as well, if possible. Thank ya!

Sorry this took so long to get to you, but yes, you absolutely may!

Megatron liked things to be convenient. Liked things to be easy, simple, ready to go, effective. All of which, applied to you. You were his favorite little bot, small enough to carry around however and whenever he pleased. Small, with just a little bit of a mouth, Megatron was quite infatuated with you, and of course, you’d be a fool to refuse a mech of such magnitude. And you didn’t just mean his power. You meant that he was a big, big boy. He towered over you in every situation, and you’d think he wouldn’t be interested in a little thing like you. But as you sat there, right on top of his giant spike, you realized; he liked the size difference as much as you did. Your personality was enough for him, but your diminutive stature made it SO hard for him to keep his hands off of you. Which was exactly why you had to tie his hands over his head as you did this, less he misbehaved and disobeyed you.

“You’ve been waiting all day for this, haven’t you love?”

“I...have. Though the stasis cuffs were quite the surprise.”

You chuckled, leaning against his back, and cupping his chin in your hand. You wouldn’t think a mech so big would be into being told what to do, but he was so helpless and submissive against you. Outside of the berth, YOU were the precious one, and to see it be the other way around, it made one chuckle.

“I had to do it. You kept getting all frisky on me. A real bad, bad boy.”

He grunted as you yanked the leather leash you tied against his spike. A nice, firm touch, from a tiny, tiny dom. He was living his dream. You patted his cheek, lightly rubbing your valve against the VERY eager spike below. He hissed, trying to keep his hips from bucking against you. That’d make him a bad boy, and he was NOT a bad boy for you.

“I...suppose I’ve redeemed myself? Enough to have you ride me like you promised?”

“...Are you rushing me?”

He knew that look in your optics. He shook his head, trying not to whine. A whole hour like this did something to a mech.

“N-never, my darling. But you must understand, one mech can only be so patient for so-”

You silenced him by running his head against your valve, making him shake underneath you. Big bad Megatron really had the hots for itty bitty you.

#asks #megatron #lemon #listen i know ive said this one is a dom #but like #doms need to be taken care off from time to time

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optimus-primes-blaster · 3 years ago

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⚙️Request Rules

🔩I Will Not Write:

AU’s [This doesn’t include my rewritten au.]

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🗨: Any character in blue is a character I enjoy writing for or understand their character the best. They will probably have their requests done quicker.

🔩Transformers G1:

n/a

🔩Transformers Unicron Trilogy:

n/a

🔩Transformers Animated:

Optimus Prime

Bumblebee [No Romance]

Ratchet [No Romance]

Prowl

Bulkhead

Elita-1

Arcee

Sentinel Prime

Jazz

Blurr [No Romance]

Starscream

Lugnut [No Romance]

Blitzwing [No Romance]

Blackarachnia

Swindle [No Romance]

🔩Transformers Prime:

June Darby [No Romance]

Jack Darby [No Romance]

Vince [No Romance]

Sierra [No Romance]

Rafael Esquivel [No Romance]

Miko Nakadai [No Romance]

Agent William Fowler [No Romance]

Optimus Prime [No Romance]

Cliffjumper

Arcee

Bumblebee

Bulkhead

Ratchet

Wheeljack

Smokescreen [No Romance]

Megatron [No Romance]

Starscream [No Romance]

Soundwave

Knock Out

Breakdown

Arachnid

Shockwave

🔩Transformers Rescue Bots:

Charlie Burns [No Romance]

Cody Burns [No Romance]

Kade Burns

Dani Burns

Graham Burns

Ezra “Doc” Greene [No Romance]

Francine “Frankie” Greene [No Romance]

Heatwave

Chase

Blades

Boulder

🔩 Transformers Cyberverse:

n/a

🔩Transformers Earthspark:

n/a

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writeyouin · 4 years ago

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Hello, may I request a Rodimus x male reader with a romantic relationship? Maybe Rodimus confessing? Hehe

Rodimus X Male-Reader – Unworthy

A/N – This pretty much works as gender neutral if any of the ladies or gender non-conforming folks would like to read it.

Warnings – None

Rating – T

Rodimus glumly walked the length of the ship feeling too dejected to transform and drive as he plodded through his melancholy thoughts. He considered going to Swerve's where he could drown his troubles in some high-grade energon, but since other bots were the sources of his problems, he didn’t want to go where so many were bound to be. So, he continue to walk on, paying no mind to where he was going, nor what he was seeing. He paid so little attention to his surroundings that he would have injured you, had you not called out his name in time.

“ARGH! Sorry (Y/N),” Rodimus said, backing up to give you some room. As the only human aboard, it was easy not to notice you sometimes; you were so small that you only came up to Rodimus' knees.

“It's fine,” You smiled boyishly, making Rodimus envy your carefree demeanour.

You waited for some kind of response or joke from Rodimus. When he didn't say anything, you noticed how depressed he seemed to be.

“A penny for your thoughts?”

Rodimus didn't know what a penny was, but he understood the sentiment well enough. “It's nothing, I'm just having a bad day.”

“Well, if you want a friendly ear, I'm free.”

Rodimus hesitated, unsure of whether he wanted to talk or not.

“How about this, I'll stay in my room all night and if you want to talk, just come on in, ok?” You suggested.

You didn't wait for a reply, instead giving Rodimus space as you headed back to your hab-suite.

Rodimus lingered in place only a little while longer until finally decided that talking to you might be exactly what I needed. Upon entering your room, he was somewhat surprised to find that you had prepared a small plate of energon sweets for him. They looked like the kind Rung made for his patients; Rodimus wondered if that was where you had gotten them from.

“I'm glad you decided to come. Would you like to sit down?” You asked.

Rodimus silently made his way over to the sofa, sitting squarely down.

Although you had your own set of human sized furniture on the opposite side of the room, you clambered onto the sofa to sit next Rodimus; he looked like he needed the company. Never before had you seen him sit so perfectly still. He usually slung a leg over the side of his chair, or he would lie on his back so he practically filled the whole space while he constantly fidgeted, incapable of sitting still; it was sad to see him so constrained.

“So, what's on your mind?” You prompted.

Rodimus considered how much he ought to tell you about this plight. He planned to keep it minimal so as to not burden you, but the second he began talking it was like the floodgates opened and he found that he couldn't stop.

“It's Optimus,” he admitted, ashamed that he was angry at his hero and mentor. “I've always looked up to him - Primus, who hasn't? - and I always thought he saw me as an equal or at the very least someone with the potential to be one.”

“But then I start this Quest, which is my first time as captain and it's like he thinks I'm not worthy or something. WHY DID HE MAKE MEGATRON CO CAPTAIN, FOR FRAGS SAKE?! It's not fair. Like, what? I'm no match morally-speaking than a guy who's committed mass-genocide? I CARRIED THE MATRIX TOO, DAMN IT OPTIMUS!”

As if afraid Optimus would hear him and berate him for harbouring doubt, Rodimus fell momentarily silent again.

“The crew... They blame me for bringing Megatron aboard but I didn't choose this. Maybe they want to try telling Optimus no sometime, then they’ll see that it’s impossible. I didn't want Megatron here either, much less with him judging everything I do as Co-captain... It really isn't fair.”

“In the end though, what if is Optimus is right? What if I have dragged everyone on the stupid quest to find the Knights of Cybertron and I can't do it? What if I really am not worthy?”

Rodimus held his head in his hands, letting the question linger heavily in the air, completely prepared for you to confirm his worst fears and tell him that he was indeed a terrible leader.

You reached out with your foot and nudged Rodimus' thigh. He looked over to find you smiling sympathetically.

“You know,” You said pensively, “It's good that this is what worries you.”

“What?” Rodimus croaked.

“A person who thinks that they make a perfect leader is actually terrible because they're not willing to change in the interests of their people,” You explained. “By worrying that you're a bad captain, you're allowing yourself to grow by taking into account what the crew need you to be.”

“But Megatron-”

“Is a problem that Optimus created, which was incredibly selfish of him, and a topic for later. Right now, your problem boils down to you and your insecurities. You think you're not worthy, Rodimus? Codswallop, I say, but it isn't me you need to convince; you need to convince yourself and there’s only one way to do that.”

“How?” Rodimus asked desperately.

“Think of all the things that you believe make a worthy leader and never stop thinking of them until you meet all the criteria. Build yourself into the captain you want to be. Grow.”

At your words, Rodimus felt somewhat inspired; at least he knew one person on the ship believed in him. Come to think of it, you were always there when he needed advice. Rodimus had valued your friendship from the moment you were assigned to the Lost Light as Earth's ambassador. You were kind, wise, fun to be around, and now that he thought about it, Rodimus realised that you were pretty good looking as far as humans were concerned.

Upon realising his attraction to you, Rodimus found himself staring at your lips. Ever rash, he dove towards you, pressing his lips against yours, earning a startled gasp from you.

“You, me, drinks tonight?” He winked flirtatiously after pulling away.

“Oh, um, okay,” You stammered, completely flustered by the sudden change in Rodimus' demeanour.

“Great, see you then,” He grinned, leaving you alone once more. As soon as the door closed, Rodimus pumped his fist into the air, feeling much better than he did earlier; things were looking up.

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#rodimus #rodimus x reader #rodimus x male reader #the lost light #ll #lost light #mtmte #maccadam #more than meets the eye #IDW #transformers #tf #reader #reader insert #fanfiction #fanfic #unworthy #Anonymous

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stickytrigger69 · 2 years ago

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I gotcha fam

Miner Megatron x Cybertronian Reader

NSFW minors DNI!

Reader is gender neutral and works in the mines with Megs.

Megatron is also a gladiator on the side just cause I find that aspect of his life is neat and cause i implemented it into some of the story here.

I'll be using the term bot instead of mech/fem for reader.

Readers frame type is not specified and neither is their paintjob color scheme or whatever.

(o/c) = optic color.

Designation = name

(bi-li/c) = bio-light color (I couldn't think of anything better and didn't want to leave it at bl/c so...deal I guess?)

Solar cycle = 1 day

Nano-klik = 1 second

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Primus you're good at this, far too good at this, his processor is spinning and cooling fans working overtime. You have your helm buried between his legs, glossa working his valve, one servo holding down his hips and the other wrapped around his spike. He wonders how a bot like you could be so skilled. You aren't shareware that's for sure, but the possibility of that being your past occupation was dubious with how well you handle his spike and valve simultaneously. From what Megatron knew about you he understood that you were not promiscuous or even bold enough to make crude gestures let alone remarks. Much like himself you were a private bot, keeping most of your personal life hidden.

Such a polite and respectful bot like you, gingerly licking and sucking; curling your glossa inside his valve sending jolts of electricity shooting up his spinal strut. You could feel how his spike twitched and the sweet familiar flutter of his calipers around your glossa. It hadn't taken very long to get him like this, even so, you worked him up at a slow pace. 'Still got it' you thought, grinning at the feeling of Megatron trying to grind his hips downwards. A silent request to quicken the pace or to use more force, he's been a very good mech since you started; patient and obedient, displayed beautifully across your berth.

You decided on quickening your pace, you removed your servo from his spike and the other away from his hip and hoisted him. Knee joints resting on your shoulders and servos holding his aft. Your glossa delved savagely into his valve like a starved animal, your nasal ridge bumping into his anterior node. Your designation leaving his static filled vocalizer with every shallow exvent. Your cooling fans finally kick on high when one of Megs' servos reaches down to try to grasp at your own while the other works his spike.

As the fluttering of his valve calipers becomes more frequent they also begin to constrict around your skilled glossa. When he finally overloads his back arches and he moans rather loudly. Transfluid shoots from his spike up onto his chassis and lubricants flood your intake as you happily drink it up. Megatron is godlike in your (o/c) optics so anything he offers you will gladly accept with passion. You groan into his valve as you lap up the last few drops, lifting your helm you take a moment to admire how gorgeous it looks after such a good tongue lashing.

You push yourself up to your knees and look up at his flushed faceplate, burning blue from his innermost energon. His optics are trained on you and you lock them in a stare with your own, red bleeding into (o/c). There is a faint build up of coolant lining his optics and a light trail from a single drop down the right side of his faceplate. Your smile is full of kindness as you shift closer to him lifting a servo to caress his cheek. Megatron can't help but feel another spark pulse within his lower abdomen as your interface panel gently rubs against his still pressurized spike.

Your larger/smaller frame pressing closer and closer to his own, "Y/N?" you hum in response as you break the long held staring contest to glance at his derma. He lowly exvents and for a few nano-kliks all that can be heard is the humming of cooling fans. "Did you..? Are you?" He looks away from your firey stare and opts to look at your caution tape that is slowly peeling from your chassis. The worn yellow and black much like his own, weathered and fading. Somehow the tape makes your paint job stand out more than it does on its own, and with the added purple glow from the bio lights on his spike adds to your elegance.

"I would like to know if, before you spike me, if...perhaps if you..." he looks up at your faceplate again and sees a smile growing, 'shameless one hm?'. "If?" your tone is playful but genuine, "if you would consider a relationship with me?" Your smile widens and you lean in to kiss him. It's passionate and tender but short lived as you pull away, "I would, but..." 'But!? But what!? Is he not (Y/N)'s type? Is this really just a quick frag? Is he a rebound!?!' Before Megatrons thoughts could race any faster and cause him more distress you finally speak up.

"How far are you willing to go with this Megs?" His tanks do a flip but then the nickname finally hits his processor and relief is replaced with curiosity, "huh?" "How far-" "No I heard what you said but what did you call me?" You let out a chuckle that turns into a giggle, you sit back on your legs still between his own and he follows you as he lifts himself up on his servos. "Megs?" you ask, "Mhm, that's what I thought you said." His face suddenly flashes with anger but it dissipates just as fast as it appeared and turned to a mischievous grin.

Your giggles die in your vocalizer as you take in the look he's giving you, now he has you in his clutch. He grabs you by the chassis and forces you onto your back. Your legs curl out from underneath you and now he is the one on top. His spike, still fully pressurized, bobs from the sudden adjustment in positions and taps on your own panel. You look up at him, optics blown wide in awe at your 'god', still covered in his own transfluid, your own spike ready to pop your panel open.

His smirk is devilish as he slides a servo down your chassis to your interface panel. A digit taps tantalizingly slow as he peers deep into your spark through your (o/c) optics. "Will you open for me sweetspark, hmmm?" Almost immediately it snaps open and your fully pressurized spike hits his servo. He keeps your optics locked in a staring contest as his servo grabs both of your spikes in one large servo and begins to jerk them in tandem. You groan feeling your ridges being pressed against his, you feel more lubricant drip from his valve onto your own.

Leasing out a moan he releases both spikes and places his servos on your thighs just above your knee joints and moves his hips forward. He grinds his wet valve against your spike, relishing in how the ridges rub against his anterior node. Megatrons red optics burn into yours as he takes what he wants, just as slowly as you had. He absolutely loves how your servos grip his sides just under his chassis. He rubs himself up and down your spike at a teasing pace, being sure to coat every inch of it in his lubricant.

"Mmm-Megatron" you groan, his spark swells with pride at the lovely face you're making, and how you call out his designation. He can't take it any longer. He lifts his hips, servo back on your spike as he makes sure you're thoroughly coated in his lubricants. When he's pleased he positions the tip just at the entrance of his valve. You lift your helm to get a good look at how your spike will be enveloped in his heat.

"Frag!" You grunt and try to pull him down but he resists and places his servos on your lower abdomen. "So eager, but good things come to those who wait, right sweetspark?" He keeps the tip of your spike locked in place, that smirk still planted on his derma. Your optics lock with his, you are not amused, not one bit. He tries his hardest to keep that smirk on his face but he can see a plan brewing behind the (o/c) glow. You groan clearly upset but comply and let your servos fall to rest on his knee joints. Megatron waits a moment and when he finally thinks you're not going to try anything like you had clearly been planning on doing just a bit ago he continues to lower himself on your spike.

This time the groan that leaves your vocalizer is one of pleasure. You look away from his faceplate and watch closely as his valve swallows your spike, ridge by ridge, (bi-li/c) bio-lights glowing brighter by the second. Whatever thoughts you had have been thrown out the window because now you're the one who's dizzy. He's so warm and plush, just as you had imagined he'd be, better in fact. You have been pining for him for so long, stealing glances or watching him from across the way, thinking, hoping, that maybe he was thinking about you as well.

Even if you had only said hello or thank you or what have you, you hoped deep down that he had seen something he liked. Your paintjob, oh maybe he liked the color of your optics or would take notice of how you would softly graze his hand when you would hand him an energon cube during the recharge cycle. Anything; but you knew better than to hope for something like that. Especially from a mech of his status, he was intelligent and strong, handsome, a gladiatorial champion, he could have any mech or femme he wanted. You wouldn't let anymore thoughts about any of that get in the way of this now though.

Megatron was finally in your berth, you finally had him, sitting on your spike and looking divine as he does so. He takes his time, letting his calipers smooth over. Your servos rub up and down his tibulen/thighs in a soothing way, gently squeezing your digits between seams to rub at the cables beneath. Just as slowly as he had dropped himself into your pelvis he raised himself and then went back down. 'Scrap!' Megatron had thought to himself as he continued the slow pace, up-down up-down.

His servos had found their way back to their place above your knees. He rolled his hips around experimentally and shuddered at the feeling of your spike swirl around. Your digits squeezed at his tibulen a bit harder, not enough to dent but just enough to leave a small paint transfer as you hissed. "Agh, Megatron!" that was his queue, he lifted his hips and snapped them back down. Taking your spike fast and hard and at the perfect angle to hit his interior node. This time Megatron let out a deep groan and did it again and again and again.

Occasionally taking a moment to roll his hips again and then immediately going back to the harsh snap of his pelvis hitting yours. There would definitely be paint transfers left behind, your (p/c) would stand out against his Gunmetal Grey. He felt one of your servos rubbing on his chassis and the other gripping his side. He looked at your fragged out face, oh how he wants you. The way your energon, blue and no doubt hot enough to smelt iron rods.

Optics shut so tight that Megs thought you might not be able to open them later. He lifts his servos from your tibulen and plants them on either sides of your helm and slows his hips just enough to get your attention. As soon as your optics are open he takes the servo planted on his chassis into his own and brings it to his neck. Your cooling fans are working hard enough as it is but this. Your HUD flashes several warnings, overheat imminent, processor prepped for emergency reset.

You brush them aside and gently close your digits around the cables and pistons of his neck. He's still bouncing on your spike, calipers clench lightly. You start to tighten your grip on his neck and start bucking and thrusting your hips upwards to meet his. He moans and closes his optics, his hips falling, taking your spike all the way and just as harshly as he was earlier. "Please" he pleads breathlessly wanting your servo to clench onto his neck even harder, to slow his invents.

He wants your transfluids, he wants you to make a mess of him, take him as roughly as you want. Make him beg for you to let him invent so his cooling fans can calm the pings on his HUD. You let go of his neck and move your servos around his chassis and hold onto his back with your right servo. You also stop thrusting and he gets really confused, 'what in the pit is he doing?' Megatron thinks about the possible outcomes of your sudden actions. He then thinks that maybe you're a mind reader and becomes just the littlest bit uneasy about what's going on in your processor.

Your left servo goes and grasps at the outside of his right tibulen and he is being moved around. You're handling him and maneuvering him around so that he's on his right side. You lift your leg over his so that it's under you, your right servo moves from his spinal strut and to his left leg, his faceplate burns a brighter blue, more pings from his HUD, 'Primus save my spark from the Pit' his optics look into yours and all he sees is focus. His left leg is against your chassis, loving servo caressing it gently as you thrust your spike back inside his slicked valve.

The new angle has Megatron choking on a moan. Your left servo holds onto his abdomen and slowly finds its way to his spike. You thrust harder but never changing pace, static groans leave your vocalizer. "Megatron! Oh, ngh! Swetspark" you jerk his spike slowly in comparison to your thrusts. Megatron turns his upper half around to bury his faceplate into one of your pillows, the soft fabric of your thermal sheets adds to his sensory overload.

"Oh, (y/n), just like that" another moan leaves his derma. "Primus, please, faster (y/n), faster!" You give in to his plea and get a good grip on the leg against your chassis and thrust faster, more of his lubricants dripping out with each thrust. The sounds his valve makes is music to your audials. It's too much but also not enough, Megatron feels coolant build up in his optics again from his senses being filled, the smell of you in your thermal sheets, the taste of your olfactory lubricants linger on his glossa, the way your spike fills him so. And your strong servo carefully jerking his own spike; the sounds of your own deep groans and shallow exvents.

Not to mention the colors of your thermal sheets glowing from the dimmed lights of your berthroom and the flashes of your paint job in his peripherals. Coolant leaves his optics, oh, it's so delicious, the pleasure, the love. You. He let's out a sob, "I'm close (y/n). So close" you nearly miss it, had your audials not been so keen on hearing him you wouldn't know that he was about to burst again. "Oh Megs. Overload for me."

"Aahhh!!!" hot flashes of white flood his optics and his vocalizer begins to cut out, his back arched. A high pitched ringing in his audials, you keep thrusting. "Megatron" you moan out softly as your own overload sends shudders through your frame. You ride it out, thrusts slowing, transfluids pumped into Megatrons valve. Your optics are clenched shut as you finally stop moving and your servo has milked Megs' spike for evey last drop of his own transfluid.

Processors scrambled, cooling fans working hard to keep you both from going into emergency stasis. You plant a kiss to Megatrons leg as you slowly and carefully lower it to let it rest on the berth. You pull your depressurized spike from his heat, transfluid and lubricant spilling. It was gorgeous, how his valve gaped, clenched around nothing, so beautiful. You get up off the berth and walk into the hallway, Megatron is still on his side, his optics open and stare at the empty doorway.

You come back in with towels, wipes, and a basket full of Primus knows what else. You climb back onto the berth and move his legs open and start cleaning him. He is fully on his back again and watches you closely, the soft glow of your optics and the light blue dusting your faceplate is beginning to fade away as your system is starting to cool. You look up at his faceplate and smile, the coolant still in his optics and on his faceplate concerns you. You go into the basket and pull out some energon and pour it into a glass and turn back and hand it to him.

You ask him if you were too rough and if he's okay as you wipe his face. He takes it, "No, no, you were perfect," you go back to cleaning him concern evident in your expression and gentle servos. "Are you sure?" You ask quietly, cautiously "yes, it's been a long time since anyone has been able to make me overload like that" he chuckles and your faceplate burns blue again as a small smile creeps onto your derma. "Okay" you chuckle with him and straighten your back a bit in pride. It's quiet for a bit again, the low thrum of Megatrons cooling fans getting quieter with evert passing nano-klik.

He had sat up just enough to sip at the energon and now that his interface panels had been closed he sat up a bit more. The cables and pistons in his chassis down to his pedes were throughly worked, he felt sore like he did after his first few solar cycles in the mines. Only this time it felt really good. He was free of any and all transfluid so you moved on to clean yourself. He offered to do it but you said you had it and he should rest and refuel, his faceplate still warm with energon.

When you were clean and panels shut you stood up and moved the basket and towels and wipes from the berth and looked at him with open arms. "C'mere" you said, he shuffled towards you. You leaned forwards and scooped him from the berth after taking his glass and placing it on your berthside table, while holding him you pulled off the soiled thermal sheets. "Hold onto me okay? I'm just going to put clean sheets on the berth" he holds on tight and you do just that. Fesh sheets and now he's relaxing against the helmboard of your berth, you went to put the dirty towels and sheets into the wash after handing him the basket.

Lots of energon goodies, other special treats, and pain meds. His spark melts, coolant starts building in his optics again, his helm looks up towards the doorway. You were so compassionate, so kind, he feels he doesn't deserve it, he's a gladiator. He's a Miner, he tears things apart and breaks them down for a living. But your servos are like his, built for destruction but somehow yours are softer, strong yes but kind.

You come back in and feel he's distressed, "what's wrong sweetspark?" He looks you in your optics and you tilt your helm to the side. He doesn't know what to say but you do it for him anyway, "I never answered your question earlier, but you didn't answer mine either." You walk towards the edge of the berth. He looks up at you. Your servo moves to caress his faceplate just under his optic. You lean down and press your dermas to his softly then straighten up to stand again.

"How far are we taking this, hm?"

i wanna fuck miner megatron please use me comrade 🥺

#transformers #Miner Megatron #cybertonian reader #gn reader #sticky interfacing #valve plug #maccadam #megatron

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vhaos-chaotic-writing · 2 months ago

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D-16 (TFO) x Cybertronian!Reader

The prettiest bot I've ever seen in my whole life ( do not tell Starscream I said that ♪(´▽｀) ) - I kid you not, not a single Megatron has ever moved my heart as Transformers: One did. D-16 got me giggling, crying and screaming at the same time. Gender Neutral Cybertronian Reader!

WARNING: Spoilers from the movie (Transformers One 2024). First love to Angst.

I have two scenarios on mind: 1) You are another miner that works alongside Orion Pax, D-16 and the others. Or 2) You work on something else, You and D-16 getting to catch each other on daily basis from time to time, but never interact.

1st scenario gives me the vibes that you two get to always chat and work together, watching Orion drag D-16 to his little disastrous adventures and D-16 smiling at you awkwardly whenever that happens.

But you don't mind (you get worried sometimes, of course), always giving D-16 a soft smile or a lively chuckle as you go back to work.

And you don't get to see how Orion teases his best friend at how he is smiling like a dumb. D-16 tries to deny it... to then gush to his best friend about you. "Did you see how they smiled at me? They're so... (sigh) perfect."

2nd scenario would be a slow burn type situation - both of you always wondering about... well, everything!

And the first interaction both of you had was when, by pure coincidence, found each other in the middle of a busy day, among many walking by bots.

"Hello, m-my designation is-" / "Hi, I'm so happy to..." both of you start at the same time, fell silent and then laugh together at each other's interruption.

You get to see how D-16 and Orion end at the race, celebrating their ups and worry at their downs, even more at how D-16 got hurt nearly at the end of the race.

After that... it was like he vanished. And while you prayed to Primus for him to be safe and sound, he would be thinking about you from time to time the whole journey.

As you would keep going with your job (growing tired and tired for the sudden high demand of shifts at the mines or feel like something bad was about to happen) - D-16 would slowly spiral between rage, confusion, realizations and the worst thing - to find out about the whole true and how not only him and his friends were stolen from their freedom and right to transform... but you were also a victim. Just like them. Just like all of them.

With the 1st scenario... It brings you joy to see Orion back at the mines, now changed and looking like a true transformer. And your spark breaks at finding out about the true - but the words of the new changed Orion brings you hope.

But you can´t shake this concerned feeling inside of your spark. Where is D-16?

With the 2nd scenario... you are a sea of feelings, confusion and fear, not knowing why there was suddenly so much chaos and - wait, is that... Dee? But... he looks so different! Like Orion, but there is something else that makes your spark tremble.

And hell - you cover your mouth with your servos at the sight of Orion being shot, at watching how D-16 tries to save him but then decide to let him fall. You watch how Elita nearly jumps after Orion's body and Bee stop her.

The worst part? After witnessing Sentinel's brutal murder, Dee- no, Megatron's speech and how he takes Megatronus t-cog and change even more... you feel your spark break even more the moment your optics and his find each other.

Bright yellow optics found (color) optics in the middle of a busy day... and there was nothing but new found feelings. But now... aggressive red optics find (color) optics... and while the red optics try to remain strong, they can't help but soften at the sight of how your (color) optics hold fear. As if you were watching the optics of an unknown bot.

How badly he wanted to go after you and hold you - to tell you he finally avenged you just like he did for himself and everyone else...

We all know how it goes - Orion comes back now as Optimus Prime and defeats Megatron.

And before Megatron leaves Iacon - he looks after you. And your optics meet for the last time.

And you swear you got to see the same D-16 you met the very first time in your whole life.

And Megatron knows he has changed, from the top of his helm to the last atom of his pedes. But something never changed in him.

His love for you.

"... The only thing I'll ever regret was never tell them how I felt."

Well damn I hurt myself with this I guess o(TヘTo) Vhaos out!

#transformers x reader #transformers one x reader #d 16 x reader #megatron x reader

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signedaiko · 7 days ago

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Can I request MTMTE Megatron x platonic bot reader, where they reunite on earth and make peace with each other? Reader was kinda like his adopted kid before the war and looked up to him when he started the Decepticons. However, when he became the warlord and started harming other worlds, reader disagreed with him and became an Autobot. After the war, reader remained on earth because they grew to love it as their home, and now Megatron and reader talk about their past regrets and make peace. Reader is more glad that the Megatron they once knew came back, and even share things going on with their life (Like living their dreamed profession or having a conjux)

Megatron & Reader [MTMTE]

In which you long since cut contact with your mentor Megatron, and many millions of years later he finds you.

Reader is: Gender Neutral | Cybertronian | Autobot.

Since your days in the mines, you'd known Megatron

A well-spoken, albeit a bit antisocial, miner

Him and Terminus took you in, where they taught you about the Decepticon movement, something you began to help rally for

But humble beginnings are only beginnings, and as the story goes, Megatron lost his touch

Someone who had been treating you with kindness eventually turned his back to you, and the last time he'd seen you, your Decepticon badge had been replaced with the red of an Autobot logo

It had been many years since then. Megatron hadn't uttered your name to a single con in hopes you might be alive, and every once in a while he would see glimpses of you in battles

But that was many, many years ago

Now, you were a whisper in his mind, someone he was sure had likely passed on in the four million years of war, especially since he hadn't heard it in so long

Since his joining of the Lost Light crew, you'd come up in his memories far more frequently

He wanted to ask if anyone knew you or what happened to you, but he was afraid of what he might find out

Until he overheard a conversation Perceptor and Brainstorm were having, in which he heard your name come up

Perceptor, when asked, is quick with providing proof it's you and tells him all about your new life on Earth

He's able to get a direct comm link to you through Perceptor, who promises not to say anything to you and leave it at that

It takes him days upon days of deep thought and contemplation on whether you'll answer him, what he'll say, if you'll be able to move on from what he's done, if you're okay

The first call, it takes a while for you to reply, but when you do, you sound uncertain

"Megatron? Is that you?"

It starts slow; he tells you that he's an Autobot now and how he got your comm; he does most of the talking while you take everything in

But by call three or four, you're sharing how you'd ended up on Earth helping humans with Cybertronian attacks and cleanup, how you'd made friends with a group of humans, and how you were mentoring some of those humans now

You sounded happy and healthy

Truly, what more could he ask for?

Calls become a weekly basis where he checks on you and learns about Earth, and it saves him a lot of sparkache after all the agonizing thoughts he's had over the years about you having died to the cons

Now you're safe, and he'll be okay

Author's Note - What a cute prompt! I had so many ideas for this the moment I read it, so thank you for the request!

I did alter it because in MTMTE he never gets to Earth so I hope this makes do!

#aiko writez #transformers #mtmte #idw #headcanons #lost light #transformers x reader #megatron x reader #megatron headcanons #mtmte megatron

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vhaos-chaotic-writing · 28 days ago

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HIII HELLO1!!1 (I'm 19 btw just too shy cause this is like. My first time requesting. So sorry if this is kinda weird!)

Could I request Optimus (your choice of incarnation) x a reader who's an outlaw and commits crime 24 hours??(bonus if reader is a deception hehe), like when they first met, they were both at each other throat, but now? THEY'RE KISSING IN SLOPPY MODE-

Sorry if this request is too hard, i don't mind if it short! Thanks and love your writing!!

Finally got to your ask!! (It's okay, bestie!!) - oh Primus, a chaotic reader with an Optimus Prime to deal (and love) with it!! - Vhaos likes it! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ Hehe... I think I know the perfect incarnation of Optimus to use here!

TFP Optimus Prime w/ a Cybertronian!Reader who is a Decepticon... and a danger to society.

WARNINGS: Kind of suggestive (heavy sloppy make out session), I'll even categorize this as crack, somehow. Reader is a cybertronian, a decepticon and gender neutral. Megastar implied (you'll understand).

A pain in the aft and a danger to any kind of society - that's how the Autobots described you.

... Well, nearly aaall of them, since one of them had an extra title for you.

A pain in the aft, a danger to any kind of society and the bot that makes Optimus fragging Prime actually NOT think before acting.

Oh my Primus - said deity and the past Primes are definitely disappointed in him. And he wants to kick his own aft!

You were one of the most crazy Decepticon any of the Autobots have ever seen - and they've dealt with Megatron and Starscream before!

You were a constant 'keep-an-optic-on' for the Autobots, as you would be sent to cause a couple of problems here and there, the typical tactic about having your enemy doing multitasking between the main problem (aka. The war and Megatron) and other problems to deal with (Aka. You).

Last week you got a whole factory on fire (thanks to Primus no human got hurt in the process), a couple of days ago you managed to get Arcee, Bee and Bulkhead lost inside of a cave system after having chased you. And so on.

And lately, Optimus has been dealing with you, trying to stop you from whatever and such.

And by Primus, you knew how to put a fight, make a disaster and even have Optimus give his everything to keep up with you. Even when he got to land a hit or such on you, you would cackle and stand up back, and the cycle continues.

Although... And Primus, it was so wrong to admit it. He found you... optic-catching. Yes, you were a serious problem and a crazy-aft Decepticon.

Still... that didn't stop Optimus Prime from feeling his spark twirl and beat loudly against his chestplate.

Somehow in this battle, Optimus and Megatron weren't fighting faceplate to faceplate - instead, Arcee, Smokescreen and BumbleBee were doing such a good job at dealing with the Warlord while Optimus had to deal with you.

"C'mon, Prime! Land a hit already!" You shout, wide smile on your faceplate as you shoot with your firing weapon at the taller mech.

And Optimus did fire at your pedes, which got to make you trip back - alas, when you fell backwards you fired and it got to his kneeplate, making him fall foward. In the end, the Prime had you caged on the floor.

Blue optics meet (color) optics with astonishment expressions. Suddenly the sound of his teammates fighting Megatron in the background became such a far, far away sound. Were you always this pretty this close? Well, you always kept moving, this may be the first time Optimus got to see you still! And well, he wasn't thaaat bad looking, right? You think, a small sly smirk forming on your faceplate.

Maybe that's why your cheekplates got a soft blue hue on them. And Optimus' cheekplates, too.

"Bee-wee-beep?"

Arcee and Smokescreen, with Megatron doing the same, turn their helms at you and Optimus were... to then feel like frozen in place.

Optics closed and holding each other closer as if long lost lovers (or two young bots with too many hormonal systems doing their jobs), you and the Prime were... making out. Primus, it was too much! (Bee swears, feeling his spark leaving his frame, he saw your glossa all tangled with Optimus'). It was sloppy, loud. Frag, you were even holding Optimus' helm from the back with your servos, preventing him from pulling back. Not like he was actually planning on doing it, with how he was holding your frame with his own servos.

While Arcee, Smokescreen and Bee were frozen in place, feeling like their softwares just fried up, in the blink of an optic, Megatron punched Optimus on his back, managing to sent him flying and separate him from you.

"YOUNG BOT, WHAT THE FRAG ARE YOU DOING?!" Megatron yells. angrily as he picks you from the back of your neck like a cat.

"That fine mech is a wiiild ride!" You answer back, giggling and cackling, all limp in Megatron's hold.

"WAIT UNTIL YOUR MOTH- I MEAN, STARSCREAM KNOWS ABOUT THIS - YOU'LL BE IN SERIOUS TROUBLE!" Megatron warns, throwing you over his right shoulderplate, turning around and starting to walk away.

"You two are not even my two creators - baby-Prime! I'll be back, I promise!" You shout your promise at the Prime, wide smiling and waving your servo at him, and then at his teammates before you and your leader enter an opened ground bridge.

Optimus stands up from the ground, dusting off his lap to then turn towards his three teammates, who still have shocked expressions on their faceplates.

"Heh... well..." He starts.

"Nah, Optimus - are you serious?" Smokescreen interrupted, wincing.

"Down bad." Arcee groaned, trying to forget the whole making out session she saw as Bee gave a few pats to her back, understanding her pain.

Well - this was going to be a funny story to tell back at the base!

Hehehehehehe (≧∀≦)ゞ Vhaos out!

#transformers prime #transformers x reader #optimus prime x reader #tfp optimus x reader

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vhaos-chaotic-writing · 2 months ago

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Orion Pax (TFO) x Cybertronian!Reader

Ay, Orion Pax - making my heart sigh and also make me want to smack the back of your helm. Nonetheless, you have my heart at your servo. (๑>؂•̀๑) Gender Neutral Cybertronian Reader!

WARNING: Spoilers from the movie (Transformers One 2024). First love, angst, fluff. Meh, didn't felt too sure with this one but I hope y'all like it!

You and D-16 have grown to become Orion's saviours when he is being chased by the guards.

You worked at the mines as well, and Orion was always the bot to bright your shifts. If he was not getting in trouble or being a little menace to his best friend, he was with you.

He always tries to make you laugh or have a conversation with you before Elita pulls him away from distracting you.

He shares with you his wish to help not only the miners, but also every single cybertronian about the whole energon situation. And that makes your spark buzz with warm feelings.

"Wanna become our hero, Orion?"

"I just want to help... buuut I wouldn't mind becoming your hero!"

"Orion, get back to work!"

Orion Pax always felt his spark twirl whenever he saw you work ("(Y/N) always works so hard!"), when he sees you help someone. ("Maybe the guards could learn a thing or two about (Y/N)...") - D-16 always groans about how annoying Orion is as he never shut ups about you.

When the race day arrived, Orion had to constantly remind himself of his own plan, but he was slightly angry at himself since the opportunity to sit by your side and have fun was going to be sacrificed for this time.

Of course... losing in such a humiliating way actually made him want to become stardust. But he remained positive - and even more when Sentinel Prime told him and D-16 they inspired the miners! The idea of having inspired you made him nearly squeal.

... Aaand now, whenever the picture of your faceplate comes to his mind Orion is worried - when he is thrown into the lower levels with D-16 has him wondering if you are okay. And when he and his friends find out the true? His worry only grows.

In the whole journey you become a light of hope for him - to keep pushing and running, to go back to Iacon and reveal the true to bring his people justice and for you, too.

And believe me when I tell you - when he is back at Iacon, he hugs you as if he hasn't seen you in years. "(Y/N)!" He says, happy, as you hug him back in surprise and smile, in awe at how changed he looked.

Such a soft smile he gave you as he held you, your optics and his staring at each other. And let's not talk about how his speech made you and your friends find a new hope and will to fight for your rights and what it was correct.

On the whole plan to stop Sentinel, Orion prayed for Primus for you to be safe and sound.

The moment Orion Pax managed to push Sentinel out of the way and be the one to recieve D-16's canon firing, he felt pain - but not only from having half his body blown away, but for having heard your cry of despair as you had witnessed his murder.

In the pain of having seen his once best friend let him go to die, Orion Pax can only think on everything he did, on his friends, his people... You.

"Primus... that's how I am leaving them? With... the sight of my death? Leaving them... to cry?"

But despair doesn't remain, as Orion comes back as Optimus Prime and fights against Megatron - for his planet, for his people, to be able to bring justice and live another day with you.

When everything is done and Megatron is vanished with his new found followers, he finds himself hugging you closely, letting you cry in his hold as he thanks Primus for giving him a chance to see you again.

"Please - please, never leave again!" You sob, grateful for having him back in your arms.

"My spark will always call back for you, (Y/N) - I'll never leave you again."

Hehe, listening to My Clematis (from Alien Stage) as I was writing the part of Orion's death and Optimus' rebirth was something wild.

(★ ω ★) Vhaos out!

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