#transformers one x y/n

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ Talkative Sparkmate — B-127 x GN!Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff, mild angst || They/them pronouns for reader, reader is a bot || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 B-127 wasn't as stupid as he seemed. Was he a little naive due to his isolation? Yes, did he have tendency to ramble? Also yes. But his lack of social ettiquite often got mistaken for ignorance, which was where most were wrong. He knew a lot, actually. Plenty of old Cybertronian records got thrown into Sublevel 50, usually by Sentinel's demands. He'd gotten hold of all of them, reading each thoroughly, hence his excitement when he felt he had the chance to see it all

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When he found you, and you actually expressed interest in what he had to say, he went on endlessly about all the knowledge he'd obtained. For a while you couldn't get him off your back, he adored spilling any of his thoughts to you whenever he thought there was anything worth mentioning (which happened to be... nearly all the time)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 After a while, you noticed his chatting slowly beginning to receed. It confused you, all you heard from other mechs was how B-127 was this talkative and cheery bot, you didn't expect him to suddenly clam up whenever he was trying to say something

ᯓᡣ𐭩 After gently asking about it, B revealed that he was more perceptive than others seemed to think of too. He knew how other mechs talked about him, and he knew they often said he talked far too much. He got worried he might be bothering you, so he had been trying to hold himself differently around you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were quick to reassure him that it was okay, and that you genuinely didn't mind. You knew he didn't do well with silence or feeling ignored, and you didn't want him to think you'd gotten tired of him. B seemed hesitant to take your words to spark, but he slowly got comfortable once more

ᯓᡣ𐭩 B-127, through his many chats, did sometimes let some concerning things slip around you absentmindedly. He'd mention offhandedly how silence deeply discomforted him after being sent to the Sublevel, and how he often talked aloud just so he wouldn't have to feel as alone. You'd always reassure him, promising that you'd be there for him to talk to if he needed. He always gave a chipper response, but you could tell there was more to it beneath his vibrant excitement

ᯓᡣ𐭩 B tended to get rather nervous if you weren't around. You were one of the only mechs he hadn't annoyed by now, and he never strayed far from your side usually. He hides quite a bit of it from you in the early relationship stages, worried that any given conversation may be one that convinces you that he's too much

ᯓᡣ𐭩 As happy as he typically is, his vibrance does occasionally falter. He likes to keep up a peppy attitude to the slowly forming Autobot team, but he's honestly with you, trusting you to take his woes seriously and listen to him where others brushed him off, which he starting doing more and more when he was sure you genuinely wanted to hear

ᯓᡣ𐭩 In return for listening to him, B makes sure to be attentive to everything you say to him. He commits it all to memory, making sure to factor in little details. He's great with giving you little, meaningful gifts about small details you mention liking because of this

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's very prone of giving you handmade gifts, and he loves when you give compliments to anything he makes. Especially if you memorize their names or little facts he tells about his makeshift friends, he absolutely lights up and gets so excited to have someone not only hear him, but genuinely care

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's got zero problems telling you how much he loves you. Seriously, he'll tell you whenever he can and however much you need to hear that you have his whole spark, he's very prone to words of affirmation to show affection

[transformersxreader]

TFONE Yandere Sentinel Prime x Reader

Here’s a sneak peek on what I’m working on

Base on this reference 👇

I saw @melh1art use this reference and wanted use it too

Hope y’all doing well 🙌

[gardens-light]

Opposites Attract

Unlike his friend, D16 often kept his head down and followed protocol. Going through his usual routine one cycle after another, only stepping out of his normality whenever Orion Pax needed to be pulled out of trouble. Yet... he'd be lying, if he ever said his optics never occasionally drifted towards the one thing he's wanted. You. The High Guard that had stolen his spark, who's beauty could only be compared to the sparkling towers of Iacon. Something he could never touch and never to keep. For he accepted the fact you both were from different worlds. Something that not even one of the 'great plans' of Orion Pax could change... right...?

Content: D16/Megatron TFO x F/Cybertronian Reader. Fluff.

Toiling away under the flickering lights and constant hum of machinery. The cavernous walls of the mine glittered with the veins of energon, their iridescent glow faintly illuminating the surroundings.

As the others grinded away at the seams of energon, Orion Pax's gaze flickered up at D16, noticing the distracted expression upon his faceplate.

"Hey D. You ok?"

Startled and snapping out of his daze, D16 briefly looked over his shoulder. "Huh? Oh- yeah, yeah. I'm fine." he replied dismissively, casually returning his blank gaze back to the task at hand.

"You know I've got your back. Right...?"

"I know, I know you do, Orion. It's just... it's nothing. Really."

Orion lowered his tools, placing a hand on D16's shoulder as his movements became a bit more forceful, as if he was trying to take out his frustration on the cave walls.

Stiffening under his friend's touch, finally taking a moment of pause as he met Orion's concerned gaze.

"It's just... it's stupid. I honestly don't know why I'm even bothered by it." A heavy sigh escaped D16's lips, dropping his tools and leaning against the rocky wall behind him. "I... bumped into someone this morning before shift. It was a little thing really, but the simple shock of it... the shock of realizing who it was... I-I've never seen her in person before, only from the holos, but... Primus, Orion. She was... perfect!"

"Don't give me that look." He groaned, seeing the faint smile tugging on Orion's faceplate. "It's not like I have a chance with her. There's no universe where she'd be slightest bit of interested in some lowly mech like me-"

"C'mon D... don't be like that-"

"Why shouldn't I? It's the truth and you know it." D16 pushed himself off the wall and resumed his work. Wielding his tools with more force than necessary. The sharp ringing of metal against stone echoed throughout the cavern.

"Because there's gotta be more to life than just... this!" Orion protested, gesturing to their surroundings. "Don't you want to try and be more than what we're 'supposed' to be?-"

"What else are we supposed to be, then?!" D16 scowled, swinging his tool once more, causing a shower of sparks to fly up. The glow of the energon-flecked rock reflected off the planes of his face, casting deep shadows under his optics. For a brief moment, the harsh environment seemed to aged his otherwise youthful features. "We're miners! Built for this! Just because you have grand dreams and aspirations, doesn't mean the rest of us do!"

Orion flinched, pausing for moment before finding his voice again. "You're... not seriously gonna just admire this femme from afar...? I-I've seen the way you look at her. You adore her!-"

"It doesn't matter, Orion. She's far beyond me. I'm... just a simple miner, and she's a High Guard. There's no point in even entertaining the thought that I could ever... be with her."

"Why not? Who says you couldn't? You're just as good as any mech!-"

"Oh yeah! I'm sure she'd be enthralled by my rugged charm and the coal dust that's constantly clinging to my frame!" D16 bitterly laughed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I bet she'd swoon over the grease stains on my servos. And of course, the highlight! My endless stories of energon extraction- it just gets the femmes going every time! Clearly!"

Grinding away at the cavern wall, using the repetitive motion of his tools against the stone to distract him from the thoughts spinning through his processor. The dull ache in D16's servos felt like a welcomed relief compared to the turmoil in his spark. A small thorn of guilt pricked at his circuits, as he caught Orion's somber expression within the corner of his optic.

Both fell into a tense silence, the only sound of steady rhythmic clang of metal on stone dragging out till the end of their long shift.

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Eventually the twelfth hour came to an end, D16 and Orion headed to the nearest exit along with their fellow miners. Grimy from the day's work, their servos stained and joins sore from exertion. D16 stretches lazily, trying to work out the kinks in his wiring, rolling his neck and shoulders as he walked beside Orion.

Raising an optic ridge, following his friend's gaze. D16's spark practically stutters when he spots you not far in the distance. A sweet smile framing your lips, as you spoke to another High Guard, your polished form standing out against the dingy backdrop of the mining station. D16's spark pulsed within it's chamber, sending zaps of electricity throughout his circuits, as if you're a magnet drawing him in. As you turned away from your fellow High Guard, the silver miner quickly avoided eye contact, secretly hoping you didn't notice him as he stared at the floor.

Hiding his mischievous smile, Orion slowed his pace a little. His gaze stubley peering up at you every so often, as the gap between you and his friend gradually closes. Secretly positioning himself slightly behind you, Orion quickly pushed you into D16.

His optics widen as you came crashing down on top of him, your sudden weight causing him to lose balance and fall onto his back with a surprised 'oof.'

"H-Hey! Watch where you're..." oh... Primus...

Subtle warmth slowly raised beneath his faceplates, as passers by raised an optic ridge at your... rather compromising position. Your tall yet slender frame caging D16 beneath you, while his servos hovered awkwardly above your waist.

"Ow..."

A jolt of electricity shot through him, a gasp slipping past his lips as your weight shifted onto his legs, straddling his lap. His servos itched towards your thighs, his amber optics watching the grime and dirt rub off onto your otherwise flawless paintwork. Quickly glancing up at you with an apologetic expression, as your optics flickered open.

"By the AllSpark! Are you ok?" your melody tone was filled with concern, as your soft gaze met his. "I-I honestly don't know what happened."

Taking a moment to collect himself, D16's servos involuntary slowly slid up and down your thighs. "I'm... I'm fine. No harm done... are you alright?"

A subtle heat rose to your faceplates, making them warm to the touch, as your optics flickered down at your thighs. Feeling the miner's calloused servos subconsciously caress your sooth metal.

Following your shy gaze, embarrassment flushed across D16's features. Quickly pulling his servos away and scrambling to sit up properly, his chassis brushing against yours. His optics nervously darting around, attempting to avoid your gaze while his spark wildly pulsed within its chamber.

Both raising onto your peds, and after a brief moment of hesitation. The miner's gaze slowly trailed up your form, as you brushed off the coal dust and grime.

"Primus... s-sorry about that." A pang of guilt struck his inner-circuits, while D16 fussed over you. His spark skipping a beat as you gave him a sweet smile. The warmth of your body made his processor go all fuzzy, not being able to string a single thought.

"Thank you-"

"D! There you are! I've been looking for you." Orion's cheerful voice interrupted. Pulling his usual warm smile, ignoring his friend's annoyed glare as Orion wrapped an arm around D16's shoulders. "Please forgive my clumsy friend, ma'am. If you'll allow it, he'd would like to properly apologize for this whole inconvenience. Perhaps over some energon? His treat, of course."

What?! D16's optics widened, as his glare narrowed onto his friend. For sparks sake, Orion! Now isn't the time to conjure up one of your 'master plans!'

You held up your servos. "Oh... that's very sweet. But he doesn't-"

"Nonsense. He insists. Right, buddy?"

Not wanting to bring anymore attention, than Orion already did. D16 slowly nodded, as an irritated huff escaped him.

His optics flickered towards you, as your sweet chuckles came to his audio receivers. Clearly finding somewhat some form of amusement, as the miner obviously looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

"Very well... if he insists. U-Um... when?"

"How about this evening?" Orion's smile widened, clapping a hand upon D16's shoulder, who subtly cringed under his friend's touch. "D knows a great energon bar down the way, The Cranked Gear. Very laid-back atmosphere, perfect for a casual... meeting."

The warmth beneath D16's plates rose, as he caught a glimpse of your sweet smile. Your soft gaze roaming over his frame, "sounds great. See you later... D."

"What. The. Fragg was that?!" the silver miner snapped once you were out of earshot. A mixture of disbelief and frustration etched into his faceplates, "you set me up!"

"Hey... I was just trying to help." Orion held up his servos in surrender. "Plus, it proves you have a chance with her-"

"Are you kidding me? There's no chance!" D16 threw his servos up in exasperation, his inner-circuits coiling with tension. "She's a High Guard. I'm a cogless miner-bot. We're practically from different worlds! What am I supposed to do? Just sit there and make a fool of myself?"

A weak smile came to Orion, shrugging as he tried to give D16 some form of reassurance. "From... what I've heard. You kinda just... sit there and talk when you're on a date."

"Gee, thanks for the helpful advice." D16 frowned, his tone dripping in sarcasm. "I'll just sit there and chat about the weather and my thrilling work in energon extraction." A low groan escaped his lips, while pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't know why or how I let you talk me into things, y'know..." This is gonna be a disaster.

Later That Evening

Rocking upon his heels, shifting nervously from pede to pede. A subtle hopeful expression etched upon his features, as D16 glanced around for you.

No sign of her yet...

Taking a deep breath, trying to steady his spark and nerves. While his processor ran through potential conversation topics, attempting to prepare something interesting to say. A sigh escaping his lips, as D16 looked down at himself, suddenly hyper-aware of his frame. His rough, dull plating starkly stood out against the sleek finish of the other mechs in the vicinity.

Hopefully... she's not too put off by my rough exterior-

"Good evening... hopefully you haven't been waiting long."

Your soft tone snapped him out of his thoughts, his wide eyed stare roaming over your newly polished figure. "No! Uh, I mean... no. I just got here... you look..."

"What...?" you quickly looked down at yourself. Examining particular spots over your frame, "do I still have coal dust on me or something?"

"No! No! You look good. Great, even. Better than great!" fragging idiot. "Um... shall we...?"

Giving him a brief smile, you followed D16's lead into the bar. Sunken ceiling lights lit the area with a warm, gentle hue. The atmosphere bustling with chatter and laughter. Making your way through the clutter of tables and chairs, D16 could practically feel the surprised and confused expressions of the patrons, as they took in your presence.

He knew that the pair of you must make quite the duo, a miner and a High Guard. While guiding the way through the bar, his optics narrowed onto the nearest bots, silently daring them to say something. Leading you to a more secluded booth in the far corner, the lights became slightly more dim, creating more intimate feel. While the patrons chatter reduced to lulled muffle.

Your smile slightly widened, as D16 pulled out a seat for you. Politely waiting til you were settled before taking a seat opposite you.

"So... uh... how was your day?" his voice was uncharacteristically low, while his digits anxiously fidgeted wit the edge of the table. Seriously? That's the best you can come up with? Come on!

"Um... alright. Nothing out of the ordinary."

The awkward tension slowly eased into the space between you, as D16's processor scrambled for a new topic.

"That's good... My shift down in the mines was pretty normal. Just the... usual amount of ore. No issues with the equipment- well, one drill malfunctioned. But we fixed it quick enough."

D16's spark nervously pulsed through his wires, as you flashed him a weak smile. Replying with a simple nod, "oh... um, sounds... eventful? Would you... like to order some energon?"

"Yeah, yeah. Sure. I, uh, should probably warn you though. The stuff they serve here isn't exactly the most refined. It's... got a kind of a bite to it."

After answering with shrug, D16 took the cue to approach the nearby bar. The bartender passed him the drinks with a knowing glance, only to be greeted with the miner's glare in return. Knowing full well that the whole bar was undoubtedly watching him, make his way back to you.

Settling himself back into his seat, carefully sliding your drink towards you. As he took a sip from his own, the smooth taste a momentary distraction from the awkward tension.

Noticing your half-hearted smile, a pang of guilt thumped within his spark. This a complete fragging diseater! Why can't I say anything? I can practically feel this whole thing already crashing and burning in front of me!-

"What's... that on your shoulder?"

"Huh?" D16 followed your gaze, briefly noticing you pausing from your drink. A subtle warmth radiated beneath his faceplates as embarrassment swept through his frame. "Oh, uh, that's just... a sticker. My friend, Orion put it there a while ago, and I... forgot to remove it-"

"Oh no. Don't remove it." The tone of your voice peaked a little, as your gaze softened. Admiring the sticker's holographic shine. "It looks good on you. You should see my stasis pod in my private quarters."

A shy smile lit up his features, as D16's spark fluttered within it's chamber. "Y-You... you think so? I, uh... I appreciate that. And... what's on your stasis pod?"

"My favorite, Solus Prime. But I promise it's only a small sticker."

"Ah, a Solus fan, eh?" a small chuckle escaped his lips. Optics shining with a glimmer of amusement. "Not too shabby. Can't blame you, she was a badass warrior. And... only a small sticker, you say?"

Holding up your servo, almost pinching the air between your thumb and index digit. "This small. Nothing too crazy."

"Oh, phew." A light laugh escaped his lips, as D16 mockly wiped an invisible bead of condensation upon his forehelm. "I was worried you had her face on a full sized wall mural. But just a little sticker? That's much more reasonable."

Your sweet chuckles rung through the air between the pair of you, like a sweet melody. Lifting the awkwardness that lingered before, finally giving him the chance to actually feel connected with you.

Feeling a bit more emboldened, D16 continued. "Seriously. Solus is a solid choice. But I'd have to go with Megatronus, personally."

Raising an optic ridge, while tilting your helm to the side. "What draws to you him?"

Leaning back in his seat, a look of admiration sparkled within his optics. "Well, apart from being the most fearsome warrior in Cybertron's history. He was also a brilliant strategist! He could take on any opponent and come out on top! Plus, he's just... so incredibly powerful. Unstoppable really! I guess I've... always looked up to him for that kind of strength."

A small smile teased the corner of your lips, trying to hide it behind your cup. "That's very true. I gotta admit that he's a total badass."

"Oh. He's definitely a badass! I remember reading tales about his battles against the Quintessons, and let me tell you. They're the stuff of legend! He could take on an entire army by himself and come out with nothing but a scratch."

"Careful." Your teasing tone purred. "Your fanboy is showing."

The warmth beneath his faceplates grow even more, as embarrassment crept back into his frame. Clearing his vocal processor, attempting to return to his usual demeanor while his spark skipped a beat. "What? I'm just stating facts."

Taking the last sip from your drink, your soft gaze trailed down his chassis. D16 subconsciously shifts his body, covering his cogless chamber. His spark pulsing more, avoiding your gaze while taking another mouthful of his drink.

A lull ache pulsed throughout your frame, guilt jabbing your at your spark. "Forgive me... I-I shouldn't have starred-"

"It's... It's fine." The lull ache within you begun to painfully prick at your spark, as D16's words held a more rougher edge than he intended. "You were just curious. I don't blame you."

A subtle blanket of awkward silence slowly crept back into the air, as hesitation temporarily stole your words. A flicker of surprise flashed within D16's optics, as his soft gaze noticed your servo edging closer to him across the table. Breath almost got stuck in his vents as he met your optics, the colour shining with genuine curiosity and a hint of compassion.

The question swirling within your processor, softly escaped your lips in just above a whisper. "Can I...?"

Answering with a simple nod. D16 flinched slightly as you touched his cogless chamber, as if bracing himself for judgement or ridicule. Yet your expression remained soft, a hint of... affection? Flickering within your optics. As your digits gently traced the otter rim of his circular chamber, a strange sense of comfort washed over him. The gesture surprisingly tender, as he found himself relaxing under your touch.

"It's... It's a pretty pathetic sight... isn't it?"

Another prang of guilt pulsed throughout your inner-circuits, as you picked up the subtle shame hiding within D16's words. "What? No! No, of course not. Just... different..."

"Different? That's one way to put it." D16's tone held a bitter edge, while a scoff escaped him. "I mean... look at me. A cogless miner bot. I'm a pathetic excuse for a Cybertronian."

Great... Hanging his head low, a heavy sigh escaped him. Why did you steer the conversation in that direction? You idiot!-

Crunch!

Snap!

D16's optics widened as he witnessed you tear away a small section of your forearm. His puzzled gaze flickering to the soft smile upon your lips, your optics shining with kindness as an idea crossed your processor.

"Wait! What are you doing?-"

Your soft smile, sweetened as you leaned back in your seat. Purposely positioning yourself just out of his reach, while you worked on the scrap piece of metal. Only taking a few moments to flatten it, using the table's edge to smooth and round off the edges, before holding up the now makeshift disk for inspection.

"I... know it's not real." D16's spark fluttered within his chassis, as his wide optics met your loving gaze. His breath hitching as you reached across the table, placing the makeshift disk into his empty cog chamber. "But maybe... a part of me could be... your 'cog?'"

Staring down at the makeshift 'cog' which now rested in the chamber, a hopeful pulse beat through your inner circuits as your spark skipped.

For a moment, he couldn't find the words to express the swirling emotions within his spark. Surprise, gratitude, affection... They all crashed together in a wonderful mess.

"I-I... I don't know what to say. This is..." D16 slowly placed a servo over his cog chamber, feeling the shape of his new 'cog' inside.

The act itself wasn't just incredibly kind but... surprisingly intimate. The fact that you would willingly give up a part of yourself for him. To make him feel more... complete.

I-I... would never believed... never have imagined...

H-Have I... overstepped somehow? You nervously swallowed a lump in your vocal processor. Was it too much?

But the invisible tug upon the corners of his lips, was enough to slowly calm your racing spark. For he couldn't help but stare at you in quiet awe, as D16's processor still reel from your act. He gently reached a servo across the table, resting it atop your own. A silent gesture of gratitude and affection, while his optics met yours.

"Th-This... was unexpected- wonderful! Thoughtful! But just... unexpected..." he lowly spoke. "How could I ever thank you?"

"Well..." your sweet smile turned slightly flirty, as your thumb caressed D16's knuckles. "Maybe... you could demonstrate your strength to me? I... heard miners are strong."

D16's faceplates heats up at your flirtatious tone, a rush of nervous excitement tingles pulsed throughout his frame.

"O-Oh..." his amber optics glanced around the bar, making sure nobody was eavesdropping as he returned your smile. "And... how would you like me to demonstrate that? Perhaps somewhere more... private?"

Butterflies entangled your wires, as D16's servo took yours in a slightly tighter grip. "Where did you have in mind?"

His breath hitched a little, feeling you checking him out. The touch of your servo beneath his sent a shiver through his circuits. Gradual confidence filled his spark, as he leaned in a bit further, his voice dropping to a low, sultry tone. "I know a secluded spot not too far from here. It'll give us all the privacy we need for a... rigorous demonstration."

"Sounds perfect."

D16 gives you a sly smile, his frame buzzing with anticipation as you softly bit your bottom lip. Sliding out of the booth, his optics meeting yours. Extending a servo out to you, a silent offer to follow him. "This way gorgeous."

[magicalbunbun]

Y/n prime and starscream? More like pink diamond and pearl.

The one time starscream was the most loyal to his lord.

[yandere-wishes]

Hi!!

I have a question... what do you think sentinels prime punshiments would look like? :3 what would be the worst one?

｡˚ ❀ ˚｡ He's so evil and sadistic...so why do I love him so much?!?!

𝄞 Real Men by Mitski

❀ The Icon of Iacon

❀ He loves the rogue sparks that fly inches from his face as he burns or rather "engraves" you. Sentinel uses his torch to engrave his name (Or rather a pretty cursive signature) somewhere on his darling's chassis. Similar to what he did to Megatron. He'll trail his digits over the resplendent scar later on. Making sure he feels every dip and curve of his name across her armor. Every shiver and shutter that runs ramped through his beloved darling's frame.

❀ Sentinel Prime isn't a gentle bot. He prefers to not see himself as barbaric just determined, steadfast. That's why he plucks the tires from his darling's body, not because he's cruel but because he'll do anything to keep her by his side. Although it's hard to find an excuse for how he relishes in the warm energon that coats his digits as he thrusts them into her open lacerations. Hard to find the right words when he's trailing open-mouthed kisses between gaping iron and savoring her ethereal taste as he eagerly licks her gushing wounds. Not cruel, no immoral...just in love.

❀ Her alt mode is rendered utterly useless. Pretty shiny thing that can't move. It leaves his darling ruined emotionally. She can't bear the state she's in. The grotesque useless thing she now has to transform into...

❀ So Sentinel rips out her T-cog. He does it to preserve her mental state, he swears. Does it so she won't have to turn into the form she's come to despise so wholeheartedly...And maybe if he's allowed a moment of selfishness he'll confuse in hushed tone whispers that he may have also done it to prevent her from running away.

❀ Although the procedure entirely depends on how his darling behaves. If she's sweet and docile, only ever trying to escape from his golden grasp. Then he'll take pity on her and permit her to remain unconscious through the whole thing, he's only doing this for her after all, he doesn't want her to suffer but it's necessary to keep her safe. Things are always "necessary" with him.

❀ However if his darling is feisty headstrong and constantly putting up a fight, a constant threat, metallic rose throne at his side, daring even to try and harm him. Then he'll definitely rip her T-cog straight from her chest, making sure she feels each wire snap, the grotesque unnatural expansion of her metallic chest. The rigorous pop of your diodes. The gory crunch of circuits snapping, forced to release the precious organ. He wants her withering in the pain. Looking into his optics and finally understanding that he owns her.

❀ The thing about a bot like Sentinel is that they can so easily look in a mirror and only see justice and golden paragons. Blood-soaked rhyme and reason that always ends with them draped in innocence relishing in the thing they want most. Bots like Sentinel, bots whose deific power ripples through every vein of a planet. Can never be painted as monsters, as wretched. They have too much authority and excuses to be anything but wholly perfect.

❀ You'd been so used to internal pain. The righteous crack of sparks, blunt anxiety cascading through your circuits. Maybe it's cause there isn't much that can harm a Cybertronian, not much that dents and rips celestial steel. But with him, everything is outwards. The churn of a nervous stomach is nothing compared to the rippling agony of a broken leg. Sentinel rips the pain from your metallic viscera, baths you in your own ichor, bedaubs you in pain as he calls you his "sweet little lover".

❀ "I hope Primus sends you straight to Unicron!" You can't help but scream between tears and traumatized sobs. You straighten your spine, knees folded to your chest. Your energon pools beneath you, pouring from his latest mauling. Open-ended wires spark as they make contact with your blue essence.

❀ Sentinel only chuckles, sky-hued optics playfully darting to the ground. 'Dear Primus, I don't believe in you'... but all he offers his darling is a sweet sugar-laced smile and a saccharine peck on the cheek.

❀ Sentinel will never admit it, it's hard to show such benignity when you rule an entire planet, but maybe -just maybe- at the end of the cycle his favorite misery to besiege upon you, is when he grips your chin or cheek and tugs you towards his lips. Savouring your ethereal taste. When he guides your servos to his chassis, pulling you closer till both are one. When he can just hold and kiss you. Just be with you. A romantic scene framed eternally by Cyerbtron's setting sun.

❀ If you close your optics, you can almost pretend to be in love...

[yasashii-leaf]

just merformers...i'm quite proud of the design.

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

Y/N when they find out Sentinel Prime (their favourite muse) turn's out to be a bad guy when Megatron told them everything at the Mine

Y/N:AUGH!WHAT A MANIPULATIVE CONNIVING DICTATOR WHAT THE FRAG IS WRONG WITH HIM?!

Megatron:Umm...well-

Y/N:WHY WOULD HE MANIPULATE YOU?!WHY WOULD HE DO THAT?!Did you give in?NOOOOOO!!

[janesinner]

SG! Sentinel Prime x Female! High Guard! Reader

Transformers One

In this POV: the Reader is a member of the High Guard, who used to have a very close relationship with Sentinel, before he switched.

🦋🦋 part: 2

Y/N POV:

When I opened my eyes, I foundmyself on my knees in a golden room. My vision is blurry and my head still rang from the fight. Flashbacks from the fight ran in my mind, as I remembered D-16 challange my dearest friend Starscream. But I could do anything as Soundwave held me and Shockwave back.

Before anyone knew it, Airachnid and her mans rushed in and attacked. I found myself face to face with her, before she over powered me and kidnapped me.

My F/C optics widen in horror once I heard the familiar voice of my once called friend. My spark froze as his loud footsteps approaches me. "Well! If that's not the infamous High Guard! You guys gave me trouble finding you!"

Sentinel Prime smirked as he walked past imprisoned High guards, satisfaction visible on his faceplate. Just then, my optics met his red ones. For a second he froze, and his smirk twitched. I quickly looked away, my spark beating rapidly. I could hear him laugh hearty he praised Airachnid. "Airachnid! You even found Y/N!"

I heard as Sentinel walked up to my side, and smirked down at me

"My love~." "I'm NOT your 'Love'!" I growled as I looked up at him with hatred. My Optics met with his. His smirk widens more, as he leaned even closer towards me. I leaned further from him.

"Now now my love, Frown never suited your beautiful face." My frown only deepened as he placed his red servo under my chin and forced my head up. I jiggled my servos that were tightly locked in handcuffs, which only added boost to his smirk. "Tell me, Y/N, how were you living as an outcast? Mhm? Was Starscream taking good care of you?" Even with his gentle voice, I could tell he was holding his anger in check. His grip on my chin tightens as I stared in to his red optics. I remember the times they used to be blue. His whole frame was bluish and goldysh. Since the day, he turned his back on Sentinel and high Guard, he changed. He was no longer the man I respected and looked up to.

Sentinel and I were very close. Many thought we were dating but we weren't. I always loved Starscream, tho he was never the most kindest and wises, but he always sacrificed so much so save those he cared about.

Sentinel knew it, if only I knew what I know today, I would had thought it was another reason of his betray.

Flash back :

"SENTINEL! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" I shouted in horror. My spark was hammering against my chasis, as I watched Sentinel walking alongside with the Quintessons out of the cage. We acquired a distress call from Alphatrion, but it seems we were late.

Sentinel looked down on as, with an expression I couldn't read. The quintesson next to him growled something and raised it's gun at us, but Sentinel pushed it down as he made few steps towards me.

"Y/N..." He extended his blue servo towards me. As his blue Optics mixed with mine. "Come with me. I can treat you like a royally. You'll live like a Queen by my side, you'll have gold t-cog and live your best life, if... you'll become my Conjux Endura." I gasped as he opened his chasis, and revealed his spark chamber to me. That's when I saw it. Megatronus Primes t-cog, proudly shining in my optics, I stared at him in disbelieve, as I backed away. For a second, I could see pain in his blue optics. He made a step back and looked at his chasis, as he placed his servo over it.

"You'll pay for your betray, Sentinel!" Starscream growled, as he stood infront of me protectively, painting his nullray at him.

Sentinel, very slowly looked up back at us, his blue optics now filled with hatred, as a cruel smirk slowly rises. "No... I will not." With a single nod, all of those quintessons lifted their guns at us, and another fight began...

Present time:

"You're no longer the person I care about, you changed, Sentinel. And not for good!" I said with venom in my voice. He only chuckled once again, as he released my chin and walked past me. I could see B-127 looking at me with surprised expression. "Wait, you two knew each other before?"

"I thought I know him. But apparently I was wrong." B-127 looked even more shocked, but before he could say anything, he got interrupted by Sentinel, who looked really displeased. "Aw come on Y/N! It's still me just... in red, and I work for the Quintessons, and they did me a big honor- I mean look at me!" His smirk widens even more as he turned towards me, his gold wings high in the air and his chasis too. "I live as a King! And you could had live as my Queen, and you still can-" "I would rather die!" He only chuckled, as he looked at Airachnid and then back at me, he shook his head as he began to approach me with his servos behind his back. "Now there-" "leave her alone!" B-127 shouted at him. I was surprised by his bravely, but chill ran down my back, as my wings twitched with fear. Sentinel looked at him, with hatred. He frowned and began to approach him.

"Oh? And you think I'll listen to a little bot like you?" He almost laughed, and with few steps he approached him and leaned over him. "Because the last time I listened to a Iaconian, ended DEAD." "Why did you do it Sentinel! Why did you betrayed our friends! The Primes! Cybertron! What were you hoping to gain! A power! Was it worth it?!" I demanded to know. As he looked at me again, he calmed down lightly, as he straightened up and walked back up to me. "Yes, yed I was doing it for power, to live as a king, but the main reason, was you." He once again forced my chin up, as my optics met with his again. But this time... I didn't see the mech he become, no. I saw care and love in his optics. He released my chin and took my servos in his. "I could never impress you. I was just mere chief advisor. You were always running of to Primes and Starscream- so I had to do it! I couldn't lose you. You're everything to me. I love you, and you alone."

He leaned closer to me, his fore head pressed against mine, as he took a deep breath. "Come with me, I'll take good care of you." His words sounded so gentle, it brought back the memories when we were friends. He always hoped we could be something more, but we never were. I was with Starscream, and I love him deeply. I shook my head and looked up at him. "No."

The pain in his optics, they flickered again. He clearly didn't expected my rejection, as he backed away. He stared at him in disbelief for what felt like a minute, but then he growled, his optics burned with rage, as he stormed past me and towards Starscream, I screamed at him to leave him alone, but he ignored me. He grabbed Starscream by his throat and lifted him up, and tossed him over us, as he landed in front of our optics. He struggled to get on his feets, but sentinel stepped on his back, as he began to crush him with his pede. "Sentinel don't! Please!" I pleaded, as tears leaked down my cheeks. Sentinels gaze was stern, showing nothing but peace anger, as he slowly turned his head to me. His red menacing optics staring in to mine. He released Starscream and walked back up to me. "Look at you, always caring for others but never for me... but, that's good. Because now, I have a last proposal for you. So tell me... my love.~" I watched as he got on his knee again, and revealed his spark to me.

"Will you accept my offer now?

Let me know if you want a part 2~~

[missiva12]

That's what happens when friends joke

Canon x OC x Canon (fun)

You can put yourself in the shoes of the character if you want. Personally, I just like to draw characters with a design and a name rather than simply Y/N

[newkatzkafe2023]

Howdy! How would the monkey king get along with a gender neutral y/n who's a transformer that's been stranded in his universe? They're about the size of a shipping container standing up, but they transform into a motorcycle.

I hope this ask finds you well!

ohhhhhhhhhh that is awesome but I do love Transformers🤩🤩🤩

(Lmk Wukong) Oh boi, you are the coolest thing he has ever seen. He heard a loud explosion outside his home, which woke him out of his sleep, and he flew outside to see well what he remembered is a car. Wukong was perplexed along with the other monkeys until you as the car transformed into a large Half Vehicle being that sorta looked like a monkey? Wukong has been around for a long time and has met many people, but he can definitely admit that he's never seen anything like you before. He absolutely thought he was still asleep 😂 but unfortunately you were stranded and couldn't leave, Wukong felt sympathy and said you can stay with him until

(NR Wukong) He is losing his mind, more than he ever did, and that is saying a lot!!!! He met a lady who could transform into a hot pink motorcycle, and he was floored. He met you one night when he saw a motorcycle and he saw you in your motorcycle form driving by yourself, and he genuinely that he was tripping balls that night but his curiosity got the better of him. With that, he met your big metal female monkey self, granted it's might be weird to date a vehicle, but hey, he probably did weirder stuff🙄.

(HIB Wukong) Ok he may not know exactly on what you are but you are definitely caring and helpful to have around especially when youcan take them around places way faster. The children are a little bit Intimidated by you, but your actions quickly show that you were anything but a threat to them. Luier was less scared but way more curious about you and your kind and culture, and Silly girl found you something fun to climb on. Wukong had grew close to you as he knows what it's like to be away from home and promise to help you find a way home. Too bad he was lying about that final part 🤞☺️

(MKR Wukong) His curiosity got the better of him, which led to him meeting you for the first time. He saw some strange cart??? That can move by itself at the Matter then saw it turn into a big giant shiny monkey. Wukong was like yup I lost my mind That has to be it, I got zapped one to many times and now I'm seeing weird crap out in the open😑. Wukong quickly learned that you were real and just stranded in the 3 realms, Wukong felt sympathy to he decided to keep you around until he can find a way to get you home. We promised with his fingers crossed 🤞 behind his back.

(Netflix Wukong) he is losing his marbles!!! But like in a good way, he definitely never seen anything like you before. Although he's showed no fear but more excitement, he had a million and one questions about you, where you came from? what are you exactly? how did you get here? He was off the hook and all over you, which made you flattered but also a bit overweight. When he finally calmed down, he found that you couldn't leave the planet, Wukong decided to hang out with you until you could get back on your wheels😉😉😉🤞🤞🤞.

(BMW Wukong) You are definitely a subject of interest especially since your supposedly since your an alien from outer space. You were stuck on the mortal realm for a few months up until you finally met Wukong, and he was unsure on how to respond to you. Though it didn't stop him from getting to know you and understanding your Species and home. Wukong totally let you stay with him on flower fruit mountain and made sure that you had a wonderful experience, why would you want to go anywhere else especially to your old home.

(Destined one) Staring contest in silence, because he doesn't know what to do other then stare. The Destined one was fascinated by your Species, your kind, your culture, your powers everything. The Destined one was very sympathetic of your situation as he hates to be away from home for way to long, and he Decided to help you with your situation. The best part if it doesn't go as plan you can always stay with him forever, he'll never mind you😊😊😊.

Feel Free to Reblog🚗🚘🚔🏎🚓🚕🚃🚎🚋

[kawaiigirly21]

Quick announcement!! I'm replacing Nova-3 with Snowflare in my Spark story!! The two chapters already out will be edited and a new chapter will be uploaded by this afternoon or this evening!

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ High Guard, Sweet Stars — TFOne Starscream x GN Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starscream is a very proud bot, that much is obvious if anyone spends even five minutes around him. Deeply scorned after being cast aside by Sentinel with the rest of the High Guard, he confided in you quite a lot. Which, more often than not, tended to take the form of intense ranting

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The second he establishes a position among the discarded Guards, he immediately establishes you as the Second In Command to him. He acts defensive whenever any try to throw slights your way, and will firmly reinforce your importance to any who forget

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He spoils you the best he can. There's not many resources they have now, but any bit of luck they come around, he tries to share the benefits with you before anyone else

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You're the only one he'll ask a second opinion for, everyone else gets their ideas struck down pretty immediately

"Maybe we could-"

"Agh, no, that won't work. My idea is best"

"Hmm, I think we could try it"

"I agree, it's a wonderful idea, sweetspark"

"....."

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your relationship isn't really much of a secret to the rest of the Guard, Starscream tries his best to be coy but he's embarrassingly smitten with you, Shockwave and Soundwave make little comments to you about it almost all the time

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His absolute favorite way to have you hang around is to have you share the throne he occupies with him. Absolutely adores when you sit in his lap or lean on him, he thinks it makes the both of you look so badass and powerful

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Always has his servos on you on some way, especially when walking together. He doesn't like the idea of the others roughing you up, so he's rather protective of you wherever you go together

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Talks to you quite a bit about how life is going to be so much better after Sentinel is defeated, he swears to get revenge for you and make Sentinel pay for casting you all aside. He promises to give you everything Cybertron has to offer when the tyrant is finally defeated

[transformersxreader]

A d-16/Megatron x (Y/n) animatic 💕✨💕

[gardens-light]

hello!

I love your work and I wanted to ask if you would be interested in writing a D-16 x techno-Organic reader?

I would like to see his reaction to the fact that part of her body is soft.

Hi! Thanks for the feedback and for this awesome prompt. I've always liked the idea of a techno/Cybertronic- human/organic hybrid reader, and there definity needs to be more fanfics of it.

Hope you enjoy and apologies for keeping you waiting. :)

Of Flesh and Steel

Expecting the usual deal transaction, the Quintesson ship landed upon the vast plains of Cybertron, sending harsh vibrations through the metallic ground. Their leader scanning the area with a studious gaze, as D16 and his Decepticons greeted with polite bows and hidden, false smiles.

Once their guard was down, Megatron withdraw his cannon. The weapon whirling to life, as he held the barrel against the Quintessons neck with a smug smile. His crimson gaze giving a silent demand, as his glare narrowed.

Amidst disruption and confusion, you made your escape. Forcing your already tired, broken and battered body to run as far as you could. Desperate to put distance between you and your creators, only to lose yourself among the strange foliage of this unknown world.

Content: D16/Megatron X GN Cybertronian/Human Hybrid Reader. Events takes place after TFO.

Word Count: 1,300

The dense metallic forest of Cybertron shimmered under the glow of the twin moons, its landscape a strange fusion of natural beauty and mechanical precision. A forest filled with copper-like leaves hummed faintly, the sound of energon flowing through their veins filling the air like a distant song. Amidst the alien tranquility, D16 and Shockwave moved with purpose, their sensors tracking an erratic and unfamiliar signal.

His towering frame gleamed in the moonlight, while scanning the area with piercing optics. Claws flexed instinctively, prepared for whatever this anomaly might be. Beside him, Shockwave’s singular optic glowed a cold, analytical purple, his detached demeanor betraying no hint of surprise nor curiosity.

Cautiously approaching a clearing, the signal became stronger. Much stronger. Finally brushing away the branches and leafs, D16's and Shockwaves optics widened as their gaze fell upon the most peculiar sight.

You.

Despite having distinctly Cybertronian characteristics. D16 could see something more... organic to you. His optics roamed over your frame, but your... human like skin glistened faintly with a metallic sheen under the moonlight.

Your human-like facial features had the most beautiful optics the Decepticon leader had ever seen. Their unusual colour held a strange depth, as if they contained circuitry woven into your very soul.

Oddly articulated armor covered your arms and legs, segmented like plating- similar to his own.

A small gasp escaped your lips, as your startled gaze finally met theirs. Feeling D16's gaze, as he tried to study more of you. His processor attempting to make sense of the impossibility before him.

Shockwave tilted his head, his optic narrowing as he scanned you. “ "A hybrid of Cybertronian and something... organic? Unprecedented. Likely a Quintesson experiment. Curious anomaly. Should we secure it for study?”

You quickly flinched at Shockwave's imposing presence, pressing yourself harder against the tree as if trying to merge with its metal bark. Breath quickened, and a faint, glitchy sound escaped your lips—a broken plea in a language that Shockwave couldn’t decipher.

“Hold,” D16 sharply spoke, raising his arm to block Shockwave’s advance. His cannon clicked softly as it retracted back into his forearm. His crimson optics slightly softened, as he approached you, his massive frame towered, but his movements were calculated, almost measured.

A whimper softly escaped your lips, while you clutched onto a crude tool—a shard of Quintesson metal that you scavenged during your escape.

It was hardly a threat, but your grip upon it was desperate. Daring to aim the shard at him, feeling D16's optics study your movements for a little longer.

He could see the fear in her optics. Your... words was something he couldn't understand, but the trembling of your frame and the way you recoiled told him enough.

“Their fear is irrelevant,” Shockwave replied coldly, his scanner continuing to process data. “The priority should be understanding their origin and purpose. We should capture them for further analysis.”

Giving a subtle nod to the suggestion, D16 lowered himself to one knee, coming more to your eye level. Softening his voice to a low and steady tone.

“We’re not here to harm you.”

His usual tone returned once opening a private channel to his comrade. Analyze their signal patterns. I want a full breakdown of their language and physiology. But handle them delicately, I don't want you to get too... 'carried away' with your research.

Shockwave inclined his head, his optic flickering. Understood. Prepare for transport?

Not yet. Gain their trust first. It’ll be easier to extract information if they're more cooperative.

"Here..." Your studious gaze narrowed upon D16's outstretched servo. The back of his digits gently encouraging you to lower the Quintession shard, while edging his palm closer. "Take my servo. We'll keep you safe."

Hesitation eased your uneven breath as your optics studied his open servo. Your expression softening slightly while you slowly dropped the shard.

His hand...? His body...? It's... similar to mine...

Optics trailing up his arm, falling upon his faceplate. Placing your small, organic servo into D16's palm, silently allowing him to help you onto your pedes.

The sensation was startling for both of you. To him, your touch was alien—warm and pliant, a stark contrast to the cold steel he was accustomed to. But to you... his hand was immense and unyielding but not entirely hostile. Unfamiliar yet comforting at the same time.

Your touch still trembled within D16's servo, as your optics met his once more. The Decepticon leader felt the faint warmth of your organic flesh through the sensors in his plating. He tilted his head, observing you more closely.

Another sound escaped you, more urgent this time, your voice broke as you spoke to the pair in a pleading, desperate tone. Though your words were incomprehensible. D16's optics softened slightly, and for the first time, a flicker of something unfamiliar stirred within him— pity?

"Calm yourself," he said in the gentlest tone his imposing frame could muster.

You didn't understand his words, but his modulation slightly eased your trembling frame. Bring your spark closer to it's regular pulse. Your grip upon his digits slightly tightened, yet he could still feel your servo trembling.

Shockwave stepped closer, his ever-analytical gaze fixed upon you. Their integration of organic and Cybertronian elements is intriguing. There are no known processes that would yield such a seamless fusion. A study upon them may represent... a new frontier.

D16's crimson gaze flickered up towards his comrade, replying over his private comlink. We’ll take them back to base, but remember—this isn’t just a subject. Proceed with care.

Clutching onto his servo, looking up at him with a mixture of fear and fragile hope as you quietly followed D16's lead through the forest. He occasionally gave you a slight side glance, hiding the storm of suspicion and calculation within him.

Your trembling digits brushed against his metal palm, causing him to freeze for a fraction of a second. You were... impossibly soft—alien and fragile in a way he had never encountered. Cybertronians, even the most delicate among them, were made of metals, alloys, and composites. The sensation of warmth and yielding flesh against his cold plating was... utterly foreign.

While running his thumb over your smaller servo, his optics flickered briefly as he tried to process the sensation. The texture of your servo was smooth yet uneven, faint imperfections running beneath the surface—a network of tiny veins, a pulse of warmth radiating outward.

Something... stirred within his chest. An urge wanted to pull back, to break contact, as if touching you might do damage—or worse, compromise him. But he forced himself to remain still, his vast reserves of discipline locking his servo in place.

They feel.. soft. So soft. Soft, gentle and yet... resilient?

The fact that you had somehow survived the harshness of the Quintessons and the wilderness of Cybertron seemed at odds with the fragility of your form.

Your grip tightened slightly around his digits, pressing your body warmth deeper against his palm. D16 caught himself feeling an odd pang of... Pity? No, that wasn’t it. Understanding? Closer.

The softness of your skin, your frame it was... too exposed, too... unprotected. It stirred something in him that he didn’t like—a flicker of vulnerability, perhaps even responsibility.

He glanced briefly over his shoulder at Shockwave, whose single optic remained fixated upon you with clinical detachment, as he steadily followed behind. For a fleeting moment, the Decepticon leader envied that cold, mechanical focus. For D16 felt his own reaction felt far too... personal.

Clenching his jaw, he pushed the sensation aside and refocused on the situation at hand. “Their physiology is... unique.” He muttered, almost to himself, his voice was steady, but there was a faint tension in it.

Oblivious to his inner turmoil, you looked up at him with a soft gaze. Your trembling seemed to lessen slightly, as though his presence—even as alien it was offered you some sort of... reassurance.

To you, he was a savior. To him, you were merely an enigma—one he would unravel.

[magicalbunbun]

I'm gonna live forever~

Two minds in one body! What can go wrong? (many)

[thatanonymouschocolate]

Some of my Transformers OCs! Nebula-22 is still a wip bc I’m not too sure about the colors and might change the type of helicopter for the alt mode 🤔