#Shy Optimus

[birthdaycakeplate]

Truce era. Exploring the galaxy together (because Megatron was assigned this little AutoBrat, and he’s stuck with him now...).

It’s tolerable for the few minutes out of the cycle they deign to talk to one another like civilized mechs.

Other times, it’s Optimus fussing disproportionately over Megatron getting a slice in his chassis -if only because it was his fault Megatron got it in the first place by rushing in to protect him against some alien threat they’d gotten themselves mixed up in.

And in lieu of a thank you -which would mean admitting the whole ‘protecting thing’ just happened- Optimus yells at him ✨

<Warnings in the tags>

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“Let Ratchet fix that, before it leaves a mark!” Both attempts at inspecting the incision are thwarted by Megatron simply standing at his full height and out of Optimus’ reach.

“You think me so weak-“

“Don’t give me that speech again!” Optimus threw up his hands, waving them as close to Megatron’s face to cause a stir as he could- only managing about chest height.

The ‘Con sneered past them at the little blue face below, only wishing he was more upset by Optimus’ infamously blasé treatment of him than he was.

Something positively thrilling coiled in his tanks when the firetruck talked to him like this. A way no other would dare.

“As I understand it, you’re known rather well for your own rambling speeches.”

Unfortunately, so. Beyond his old earth bound teammates snoring away over the ones he’d use to give about the Autobot Cause, he’d heard in whispers when no one knew he was around that his New Cybertron Division speeches about ‘Cons and ‘Bots coming together and respecting one another were garnering more mockery than inspiration.

Honestly, if he could turn the part of his brain module off that needed to see peace and order amongst the most hopeless of mechs, he would.

He’d settled for ignoring Megatron and his sadly accurate claim instead.

“What do you understand about anything?! You won’t even allow a medic to help you!”

Megatron rolled his optics and stared down his nasal ridge at the other. Puffing himself up for a holy display of prestige.

“Really, Prime? This is not scar worthy.”

Optimus shook his fist.

“What does that even-“

“This~ is scar worthy.”

Oh, if only the little mech had known what was coming for him.

Megatron flexed his arm at Optimus’ optic level to show the myriad of scuffs and trauma -so faint, they were almost imperceptible- that he’d acquired over millions of years of ruthless punishment, right there for him to see.

As he anticipated, cocky aft, the little Prime responded with immediate intrigue, jaw snapping shut.

He stared in shock for a moment before realizing Megatron was in no hurry to put the show away. Awaiting some form of a response.

Optimus tried to expel the silence with something functional and sensible to say. Something to discourage Megatron’s abhorrent unprofessionalism.

Useless drivel was all he could formulate. 

“Wow! That’s, uh- Oh, that’s... it’s...wow.“

Megatron’s delight went unnoticed- Optimus locked on the bruising gnashes in otherwise smooth metal.

A string of nonsense about Optimus not condoning the neglect of one’s chassis warbled out beaten those plush, parted lips. And with that single weak protest, the rest of his processing power became a scramble to appraise the roguish display stood before him.

Megatron tried not to tense his muscles beneath the scrutiny.

“This one looks like it was deep!” Optimus said, studying the line over the swell of Megatron’s bicep, subconsciously feeling himself lean closer than was likely appropriate.

But when would he get another chance like this?

Not... not that he’d been waiting for a chance like this in the first place...

It was just... Megatron was millions of years old. Millions of years seeing battle- the wars Optimus had only read about. Megatron had actually been in them, and here was the astounding proof of that

Megatron’s confidence soared.

“Absolutely.” He belatedly answered and straightened his shoulders.

“I was stranded and starving for nearly five orn without any way to contact Starscream- back when she was reliable.... We’d gotten separated during a raid and I-“

To his shock, Optimus’ servos began to slowly creep upwards towards the wound. Megatron’s sudden silence brought Optimus’ attention back to his faceplate, his servos stopping as soon as the little mech became aware of what he was doing. Hands hovering an inch above the heated metal.

Megatron took note of it, and something began to flicker to life in the depths of his spark. That familiar thrill. The glimmer in his calculative gaze went thankfully overlooked once again by the enchanted little thing below- Too concerned with the urge to reach out and touch the tensing plates at his fingertips, but too embarrassed to do just that.

“...Here,” Megatron turned towards him for better access.

“You can feel for yourself.”

An invitation, if there ever was one.

Optimus flinched. He glanced upward -to a considerably tamer look in the bigger mech’s optic, who knew the other would only run if he’d seen that cunning glean- and decided that Megatron sounded so certain that surely it’d be ok if he just... maybe just a touch... just a little one...

Megatron turned his chest into him, cloaking him in his shadow and locking them away from any wandering optics. Optimus tended to need a lot of encouragement, and this seemed to be just enough.

The smaller mech swallowed and let his palms settle on the warm metal. Digits twitching with the effort not to test the strength under the armor of those powerful servos. He was already making a spectacular fool of himself, better not add to it by looking the swooning damsal.

The scars lightly caught against the tips of his fingers, as he moved over them. Upon discovering each one, he allowed his hands to trace them over until they met with the next one- then following a new path. Practically groping at the ex-warlord’s bicep.

“Um, uhm...” His finials flicked, fingers trailing along a scar on his forearm, looking to be another deep gash that’d healed impressively so. Possibly having cut all the way to his circuitry once.

That Megatron was a living piece of history, one that’d weathered tremendous stress in this frame, and now Optimus was touching it?

He flushed to the tip of his finials, though blissfully unaware of it. Laser focused on the piece of fine architecture before him.

“T-this is very.... um....nice.”

Knowing perfectly well that charming little blush was his own doing, Megatron had to force himself to keep from ruffling himself up and making too much of a show. Some amount of humbleness was due- galactic war terror of the ages, or not.

“This one came from you.” He purred, a bit too sultrily, and took a cobalt blue hand in his own to help guide it across the scar, up towards his shoulder seam.

“It might very well be my favorite.”

So much for humble...

He cocked a brow and looked every bit the lecherous scoundrel he was for saying that, but Optimus was hardly of right mind to acknowledge that he should fuss him back into good behavior.

“O-oh-“ Optimus began to laugh nervously. Awareness bleeding into him then that he was stood there fondling his old enemy without a bit of articulate commentary to add to make this any less awkward. Like it even would.

And just when he thought he’d reached his potential as a hopeless loser after turning down drinks with his academy crushes to do more studying, he’d hit a new low.

Not that this was some great service! He hadn’t asked to do this, and he didn’t owe Megatron his remaining (dwindling) sense to make less of a fool of himself- make this less pathetic.

In his defense, Megatron was showing no sign of wishing to end this interaction, and Optimus was -embarrassingly- hard pressed to say he’d like to either.

So he just allowed himself to feel around, occasionally guided by a strong hand. Being very careful to never leave the ‘safety’ of Megatron’s arm when that broad chest and tapered waist stood precariously just in the corner of Optimus’ optic. Also riddled with old wounds.... begging to be explored, too.

No, no, no. Like he’d ever do that. No, no. No, thank you.

“Optimus?”

“Hm?!” His helm snapped to attention, curious servos coming to a stop again.

Megatron smiled -a thing made awful by the genuineness in it. Clearly aware that he was getting the most benefit out of all of this shameful ogling.

A ‘Con to his core, he took an extra moment to suppress a growl rising in his throat.

“Do you want to see the others?”

“The others-?” Optimus squeaked.

‘Others’ being somewhere other than the expanse of thick, thrumming metal before him?

Where? No- No, no, 

, that was a giant red flag right there.

Optimus should pry himself away like a good, decent mech and report himself to Ultra Magnus for a full briefing on former enemy faction relations etiquette.

“Y- I... Uhm. Y-Yes?”

Well, that wasn’t stiff and awkward sounding at all. And thank goodness he had said ‘no’ with the ounce of sense he had left in his empty helm.

Although, that must not be what he’d said at all, because Megatron’s engines produced an incredibly forceful rumble throughout his frame that ran right into Optimus’ searching hands, making the flush on those cerulean cheeks creep further down past his throat cables.

“How does right now sound?” Megatron shuffled forward in the centimeter of space left between them.

It sounded like it wasn’t really a question.

“Um-“

“You know, while the mood is right?” Megatron smiled ‘innocently’.

Optimus tried to channel Primus for strength.

“W-What mood is that even?”

“The one where you are quite agreeable at the moment. I’m sure I wouldn’t succeed to impress you so thoroughly twice.”

Optimus considered how easily he’d done it even once. Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure how much of that was his poor resolve to resist Megatron’s undeniable charm, and how much of that was the ex-warlord’s equally undeniable natural appeal. His powerful, intelligent, confident, foreboding appeal.

Or a mix of both, which would be absolutely deadly and damning.

Since agreeing to a truce and the near endless measures he’d been taking to keep the peace, chances were Megatron could have Optimus whichever way he wanted him, whenever he wanted him. If he indeed wanted him for whatever surprising reason....

As Megatron becoming a beckon of security and comfort to their brethren in every faction had made Optimus quite ‘agreeable’ to anything a powerful, protective force such as Megatron might desire. Always having been a sucker for authority- and more profoundly, authoritative mechs with compassion.

Optimus sucked his bottom lip and searched deep within himself for some sort of plausible excuse as to why he shouldn’t have... whatever this was.

There were the hundreds of obvious reasons, the thousands of personal ones from their Earthly encounters, and the very few logical ones that centered mostly around the short tolerance of post war cross faction relationships -which was all hot garbage anyway, and a couple of other mechs had already thrown the supposed shame they should feel for their ‘taboo’ out the window.

And, Primus, Megatron was right here...

Grinning at him much like he’d done plenty of times before in battle- shooting him a mocking sort of smirk. Odd that those smirks didn’t look any bit disingenuously interested in Optimus, though now for very different reasons.

And just standing here with his much larger servos barely resisting the overwhelming urge to grab Optimus by the hip seams, if their visible twitches and the way he kept staring at him there were anything to go by.

No, there was hardly any reason at all not to explore whatever promising new chapter their... ‘relationship’ was foretelling. Beyond Optimus’ ever present internal guilt for forces outside his control, of course. But what else was new?

Optimus agreed with a single nod and was blessedly saved from melting into nothingness at the sweltering fire in the bigger mech’s optics by the reassuring servo wrapping around the small of his back, ushering him to follow closely at Megatron’s side. He was taken someplace where just the two of them could wallow in Optimus’ hesitant glee in peace.

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Just boys flirting. Lock me up.

#Some heavy language #LOTS of heavy flirting #This is just Optimus unwillingly ogling at Megatron #Shy Optimus #Over confident warlords #Megop #tfa megop #tfa megatron #tfa optimus prime #optimus prime #tranformers animated #i need a leash #I also have not fixed the grammar or spacing #And as much as I’d like to properly do so #I cannot re-read my embarrassing fawning in this fic as is the usual for me I’m so sorry

[cosmics-beings]

I think my favorite starop tropes are ones like in tfp where optimus loses his memory and starscream runs off with him and he protects him. i wrote something like this where starscream keeps optimus close and respects orion pax doesn't want his memories back.

and then aus where optimus loses the will to go on, let's say in like in a post unicron idw setting, starscream is there to protect him and keep him hidden from everyone. like starscream and op survive, starscream resumes political duties after he proves himself, and he discovers optimus is alive but optimus doesn't want anyone to know. so starscream keeps him safe and hidden.

#starop #i like when starscream is protective of his shy but also extremely angry husband #tho optimus is never angry at starscream #starscream #optimus prime #orion pax

[paradimeart]

Just wanted to say I absolutely love your tiny orb babies art. The idea that all the bots and cons were at some point small bouncy balls amuses me greatly. I especially love the Ratchet & Optimus thing. The grumpy old medic absolutely loving a tiny protoform but never admitting it to anyone lives in my head rent free. Thank you for gracing us with such cuteness!

thank YOU!!! im so glad so many people like my self indulgent nonsense lol

#my art #orbabies #divorce baby au #um well acshuallyyyy pushes glasses up nose in the LORE theyre only squishy bouncy balls vecause they dont have the allspark #but its fun drawing characters as little things so i dont care 2 much. but in the divorce baby au decepticons #they have no idea that protoforms start off as little orbs now . they have no idea what theyre loojing at. and speecifically for #the divorce baby au megatron and starscream are the lnly cons whove seen a protorb up close once. and it was optimus LOL #im writing something rn ummm no promises ill post the whole thing or at all im shy *blasts you with forearm laser*

[petitelepus]

How would the tfa bots plus sari react to sentinel prime having a crush on a female bot on their team that came to life by one of the fragments of the allspark and has the personality of fluttershy but she is oblivious to it?

Sentinel was NOT happy to be back on Earth again. The place was filthy, nauseating, and swarming with these disgusting organics that covered the whole planet.

Oh, and Optimus and his stupid crew were there.

Well, maybe he could at least rub his success into his former friend's face. After all, Sentinel was way better than Optimus in every way. Yes, that would cheer him up.

"Alright, you rustbuckets! I-!"

That was the plan, but just as he stepped into the abandoned factory that worked as Optimus' team's base, Sentinel's blue optics landed on you.

Primus, who were you? You're cute, like ridiculously cute and pretty and Sentinel knew that he wanted you to belong to him and him only.

No doubt, Bots back on Cybertron would burn with jealousy and admire him when they would see a beauty like you clinging to Sentinel's arm.

Pit, you could be more popular than a Cybertronian singer Rosanna!

"Optimus, where are your manners?! Why haven't you introduced me to this lovely femme?! Have you been trying to hide her from me, is that it?!"

Optimus wanted to object, but he knew better than to start arguing with his former friend. He sighed as he introduced you to Sentinel and the other way around.

"H- he- hello..." You greeted the Elite Guard shyly and Sentinel smirked, "I must ask, what a beauty like you is doing on this filthy planet and with Optimus of all Bots?"

"I- I- I...!" You tried to form words, but they wouldn't come out. Good thing Optimus came to your rescue. "She was brought to life by AllSpark fragment."

Ah, so you were born on this huge mud ball. No worries, if anyone asked where you were from then Sentinel would lie. No reason to let others know that you came from Earth.

"Well, you're in luck, because my suite has room for one more." He said with a charming smug grin, "I can take you to Cybertron first thing in the morning and show you my favorite hot spots."

"But I- I...!" You swallowed nervously, "I- I like it here..."

Sentinel couldn't believe what he was hearing. He expected you to immediately fall for his devilishly good looks and high status as Elite Guard and he was shocked and even insulted when you didn't throw yourself into his arms straight away.

"How can you possibly stand it here in the middle of these losers and nobodies!? Certainly, you would be happier with me on Cybertron!"

"Hey!" Sari snapped at the backline and Bumblebee shouted, "We aren't losers! We've fought Decepticons as big as your ego!"

"Shut up, no one asked from you! Also, how dare you speak to your superior like that!?" Sentinel snapped at the human girl and yellow minibot...

"If the lady said no then their answer is no," Prowl said, but despite sounding calm, he wasn't happy with Sentinel.

The dark blue mech growled as he grounded his denta together. He was just about to start hurling insults at Optimus' crew and the Prime himself, but Ratchet scowled and stepped between everyone.

"You're just digging yourself a bigger grave, sir." There was no respect in the old medic's voice, "I suggest you go cool off."

Sentinel was fuming, but he decided to take his leave. He would win you over another time, no matter what it would take.

Once he was gone, you felt relief wash over you, but you had been so stressed and nervous that you started to actually cry.

Optimus turned to look at you and carefully patted your shoulder, "Are you alright?"

"Yes...! I- I was just so scared..." You said before glancing at your friends.

"Why did he want to take me from you?" You asked as you frowned sadly, "Did I do something wrong? Was I a bad Bot?"

"What?!" Bee and Sari blinked, "No, he was totally trying to hit on you!"

"Hit me!?" Now you sounded even more scared, "Was he going to hit me!?"

"No, uh, it's a saying when someone tries to impress another person." Bulkhead kindly explained to you, but you turned even sadder.

"Then... Why was he so mean to you guys? You are so cool and kind to everyone...?"

"Because he is a-!" Bumblebee was about to say a bad word, but Ratchet smacked his hand over the yellow Bot's mouth before he could say what was in his mind.

Prowl smiled gently as he calmed you down, "Some people are just the way they are and can't help themselves. Sentinel can be mean, but it doesn't mean he is necessarily evil."

"I see..." You nodded, "But I won't have to go with him, do I?"

"You can always stay here and we will protect you. You are one of us," Optimus said and you smiled for the first time that day.

"Thank you. I love you guys so much it almost hurts."

"We cherish you also." Prowl and the rest of the team smiled together.

#transformers animated #transformers #tfa #optimus prime #optimus #sentinel #sentinel prime #bumblebee #bulkhead #ratchet #prowl #reader #shy reader #anon #ENJOY! #writing #my writing

[mechawolfie]

why the fuck not, optimus

#smudgy.txt #tf posting #id like to be hammered by whirl. who said that #COUGH. anyway. #i finally looked at a reading guide so I'm reading this before i get any further in mtmte #my heart already hurts i hate this </3 #its worse that um. well i um made an oc to pair w optimus. don't look at me like that #im too shy to explain it. but thinking abt their story makes me want tothrow up

[transingthoseformers]

A what if for the TFP au, what would've happened if the Cons somehow managed to find out Megs was carrying shortly after Oppy left the Nemesis?

I like to think if that had happened, a nice amount of events would've went differently. We would've seen Megatron taken off the battlefield a whole lot earlier than we did in the primary tfp au timeline, and how Silverlight's gestational period went would've been different-ey. I feel like the truce would've been planned out far more in advance (though you can consider the concept that in this scenario the rest of high command would've considered the possibility of straight up hiding the entire process from Optimus regardless as "fUck we do not need them to see this weakness, not right now")

Would the truce still have happened, and a lot of the post truce events? Yeah probably. But it would mean we didn't get to see a lot of the shenanigans that happened in between the end of the Orion arc and the beginning of the truce

#i took oppy to mean orion in the Orion arc in this #maccadam #transformers #tfp au #kinda? #like a what if scenario off of the tfp au #and y'all know i don't shy away from shenanigans #tfp Megatron #tfp optimus prime #Silverlight #oc #wait in this scenario Silverlight prolly wouldn't have been premature because i realize now the transfluid thing was probably a big factor #and they would've likely been born after the truce began in this scenario #the orion arc #basically in this order of events less things would be surprises like they had been in the current timeline of the tfp au

[snipersfucker]

An apology, but we all want to read how they are inside and possibly the Autobots lose control when what they have been imagining for so long happens (like Mirage / Bee / or Optimus) you made us addicted to you writing

there are special little places where yall can get help with your addiction!! im not the remedy!! (i bite the walls every single time i get a compliment) ALSO lets just pretend bees vocal cords werent ripped out to the point he couldn't moan like a slut :) dubcon:/

Bee was desperate.

The way your hips swayed when you walked, the way the soft tone of your voice echoed in the insides of his helm, the way you'd wrap your fragile fingers around his steering wheel and squeeze it ever so slightly in a playful manner—he needed you.

And one day, after spending countless nights on imagining you stretched out on his throbbing spike, your tits bouncing with every slap of his hips against your bare ass, he finally got the honour of actually seeing you underneath him, not just picturing it in his mind.

Bee was desperate for you, but he was also shy. Which meant that you had to initiate all the talks, all the touches, and all the kisses. However, when he finally understood that he had you exactly where he wanted you, and when he heard you vocalise your desire for him, he just couldn't stop himself.

The soft exchange of pecks on each others' lips turned into a heated make-out session, his glossa quickly asking for permission to slip into your mouth just so he could get a proper taste for the first time. His metal body began overheating as soon as he felt your body straddling his lap, your legs on both side of his hips. Your bold move made him only crave more of your touch, him barely able to restrain himself from just having his way with you, manhandling you until you'd beg for him to stop absolutely ruining you for the pleasure of you both.

And he wanted to continue making a mess with his lips on yours, especially when you were making so many sweet noises just for him... But he had to take things further, feeling like his spark might just explode if he didn't.

So he pulled away slowly, making eye contact with you for just a mere second, only to see the needy expression on your face, which gave him a silent permission to jump right into what he'd planned to do. His lips quickly found their place on the side of your neck, his servos landing on your hips, subconsciously pushing your core into his abdomen to create more friction between you.

He began licking, kissing, nibbling, and sucking the skin gently into his intake to create pretty bruises on your neck which would show anyone that you belonged to him.

Your breaths were getting heavier, much more chaotic, them hitching in your throat every time he paid special attention to a particularly sensitive spot. Your needy whimpers were mixing with the sound of his vents trying to stop him from overheating, his reaction to you making you want more of him than you already had.

And you didn't know you already had him whole. He was yours.

"Bee, please..." you whined, your eyes closed shut, hands on both of his shoulders with a strong grip which he didn't mind at all.

Your words made him transform the area under his abdomen, now a hard spike on full display, its length slapping against your stomach with every intense throb. He didn't stop taking care of your neck for even a second, every whimper and groan of desperation being muffled by your skin as he continuously planted wet kisses all the way down from your jaw to your collarbone.

He was growing impatient.

His spike touching you was sending constant pleasurable electric shocks down his bipedalism cord, his spark nearly exploding when you grinded against it with your clothed core.

The grip of his digits on your hips tightened, and you'd probably have endless bruises on your sweet, soft skin tomorrow, and this thought should've made him feel at least a tad bad but he adored knowing that he left something while doing such sinful things with you.

When you moved and brushed against his length again, he groaned in impatience, pulling away just to lift the hem of your loose shirt with his digit to signal to you that he needed it off. You made eye contact with him as you got rid of the piece of clothing on your upper half. But it wasn't enough for him—he had to have you naked against him, every inch of your warm, human skin against his hot, metal one.

Before his digit moved to the waistline of your pants, you were already unbuttoning and unzipping them, getting out of his lap just to be able to take them off fully alongside with your panties, them ending up somewhere on the floor, probably next to your shirt.

His optics immediately shot to your cunt, the temptation to put his spike inside you overwhelming his body. He didn't even wait patiently for you to get back onto his lap on your own, as soon as he stopped devouring the sight of you in front of him in just a bra, he immediately pulled you towards him with both servos on your hips again, placing you on his lap, exactly where you belonged at that moment.

Now your bare core was brushing against his spike, and he couldn't refrain himself from letting a couple of desperate noises roll off him glossa. You decided to undress fully for him, taking your bra off and tossing it onto the pile of long forgotten clothes. His optics could barely take in the view before his lips found themselves on your tits, his intake giving attention to both, switching from teasing, licking and kissing the left one to doing exactly the same to the right one. Your hardened nipples made it possible for him to gently bite them, making you buckle your hips and moan his name shamelessly, your own noises not allowing you to hear your thoughts, as if there was anything else on your mind other than how good Bee's glossa felt when it curled up on your nipple, it getting sucked into his intake.

The remains of self-control he could find within himself were slipping through his digits, the force of his touches increasing with every passing second. At the same time, he was also getting more and more intense reactions from you, your body craving more as it pressed against his.

Bee groaned, impatience getting the better of him, as he wrapped his arm around your fragile, human body, lifting you up with your chest still to his.

He moved fast like a starving man, placing you gently on the hard floor of the garage, its coldness radiating to your body, adding a completely new sensation. You arched your back, exposing your chest even more to him, hoping he'd put his mouth on your already swollen and sensitive nipples, but he seemed to have other plans when, without a heads-up, he grabbed the back of both your thighs, and lifted up your hips so that now the only body parts of yours making contact with the cement underneath you were your upper back and your head.

Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as you bit your lip to stop yourself from whimpering at the absolutely sinful sight of Bee kneeling down and hovering over you, spreading your legs and holding them pressed to your chest for better access to your dripping cunt.

You felt the tip of his spike teasing your hole which has been clenching over nothing for the past couple of minutes, finally about to get what it needed the most. And then, with one swift motion, Bee slid into you, the wet sound of his length entering your core echoed against the walls of your head.

A loud moan escaped the depths of your throat, lips parted, eyes closed themselves shut before you could even stop them, wanting to watch as the robot began trying to bottom out inside your warm cunt, but unfortunately his spike was too big for you to take for now.

It felt good. The pain from being so suddenly stretched out around him mixed with the pleasure from his spike hitting all the sweet spots inside you with the very first thrust of his hips.

Bee felt as if he no longer had control over his own body, the feeling of you wrapped around him, your warm cunt so inviting to just ruin it without second thoughts. And he could find absolutely no strength within himself to stop the almost animalistic desire to make you his in every meaning of this word.

His optics were trained on your face for mere seconds before his gaze shifted to the place where your bodies connected, your cunt covered in your own slick, the hole visibly stretched out to take his spike, even if it was only a half of his full length.

The idea of pushing the entire thing in only made him groan, the images of the bulge in your lower stomach he'd create flashing in front of his optics.

He threw his head back when he felt you clench around him, the sensation too much to handle.

You knew he was about to begin pounding into you as if it was the only thing he was made to do, the expression on his face and the look he was giving you the entire time confirming it.

"Bee..." you whined his name, not being fully aware what that sweet tone of your voice was doing to him.

So he just positioned himself better, pressing your thighs harder to your chest, taking almost the entire length of his spike out of your begging cunt, only to slam into you and put even more of him inside you.

You couldn't even control the noises escaping you anymore, your head thrown back because of the overwhelming pleasure.

Bee has had enough of waiting, the memory of him sitting in the corner of this garage, his spike in his servo as he kept fisting himself, overloading onto the hard floor multiple times just to get some relief after having to watch you walk around in your damned little dresses, your hips innocently swaying, your tits deliciously bouncing with every step.

Before you could register it, the robot was destroying your needy cunt with aggressive pounding, feeling as if he able to put more and more inches inside you with every slam of his hips against your ass.

His speed and the way he could hit all the best spots, even though the tip of his spike was kissing your cervix, made you constantly moan out loud, as if the walls of the garage were soundproof.

He kept making noises as well, although his were much deeper, more frustrated, as if he was chasing something he was so closed to catch but right before getting it, it'd just slip away from him.

He thought of this moment for a long time, the pink transfluid painting his servos on many occasions as he was imagining you in this exact position underneath him, squirming in pleasure.

But then, he came up with an even better idea, his body immediately following through, without even analysing it. He stopped mercilessly pounding into you just to manhandle you on your stomach, lifting your backside by your hips, spreading your legs to allow him to penetrate your needy cunt even more deeply. He positioned himself over you, his spike yet again pressing against your core for just a second before finally entering you once more. He didn't even waste time on preparing you to take him, just like the first time he pushed his length inside your pussy.

Now he had the opportunity to properly grope and slap your ass as much as he pleased, his hips constantly hitting it with every hard thrust he'd make. Tears began forming in the corner of your eyes, the feeling of being so perfectly stuffed by his spike making you shudder, moan and squirm beneath him.

His movements were rapid and chaotic, but he never slowed down, only increasing his speed, making mental notes of the noises you were making while he was fucking you so good.

"Bee, 't hurts..." you whimpered weakly in-between your loud, slutty moans, him taking it as an encouragement to continue ruining your cunt which was now clenching around him more than ever before. His one servo went to the back of your head tilted to the side, his digits gently stroking your hair as if it was supposed to help ease the pain mixing with pleasure, while the other one was still on your hip, pulling your body towards him at the same time he was pushing at it, making your skins hit each other with even more force.

You told him it hurt you but he couldn't stop.

He felt himself getting closer and closer to overloading, the warmth of your cunt getting sweetly unbearable as his movements became more sloppy, yet still as hard as before.

"Fuck." Curses kept spilling from your sinful mouth, feeling his thick spike throb inside you, indicating that he was probably about to finish.

The discomfort and pain of his metal hips hitting your much softer backside were slowly becoming less and less noticeable as complete pleasure washed over you, making you a wet, moaning mess underneath him.

With his two servos on your hips, he increased the speed of his movements once more, chasing the so desired release.

"Bee, please..." you whined again, your tits bouncing with every thrust, your hardened nipples brushing against the rough floor, "Overload in me..."

Your words were enough to tip him over the edge. With only a few more harsh slams into your tight cunt, he felt himself spurting his thick transfluid into your cervix, multiple groans and whimpers leaving his intake as he did so. He kept fucking the pink liquid into your cunt, not wanting a single drop to escape.

You could still feel his hard, metal hips hitting your ass, all until you clenched around him so tightly, he swore he could overload again just from that sensation alone. You came all over his thick spike, moaning loudly, your body shaking with indescribable pleasure from both his rough pounding as well as the knowledge that his transfluid was deep inside you.

Bee didn't pull out instantly, his thrusts decreasing in speed and force with every passing second, trying to ride out the remains of his and yours overloads.

You were panting and the robot was most definitely overheating, his metal body much hotter in touch than ever before, now his chassis pressed against your back as he began planting gentle kisses to your hair, his vents not being able to catch up.

After a long time that didn't feel long enough for him, he decided to pull away and take his spike out of your core filled with his transfluid, practically begging him to just fuck it again. But now, that his lust for you was somehow taken care of, he could regain the control over his body, and allow you to rest after getting absolutely ruined by him.

You rolled over onto your back yourself, clenching your thighs together when you felt his pink juices flooding out of you, wanting to keep them there for as long as possible. He smiled at your attempts to keep him inside you, the desire growing in his optics once again.

Bee gently wrapped his servos around your bare, exhausted body, lifting you up to place you down on the sofa he was previously occupying with you in his lap. As soon as you felt the plush against the skin of your back, you pulled the robot in your direction with your hands on both sides of his helm, making him bend his body so that you could kiss him passionately for the last time that night, knowing that he was most likely about to leave you to take care of his Autobot duties. He obliged without complaining, ready to slide into you again right then and there. And how disappointed he was when you pulled away with a soft smile, exhaustion finally catching up to you...

The corner of his slips curled up as he looked around in search for something to put on you. An abandoned blanket sitting on a wooden chair since he could remember would do. Before you could even notice he left you alone on the sofa, he was back, covering you from the neck down quickly but still making sure your whole body was under the soft fabric.

"Prime needs you?" you asked in a weak tone, your voice now only confirming how tired you actually were.

Prime needed him but he needed you.

Bee only nodded, to which you responded softly, "I'll stay here." And before he could even give you any sort of a physical confirmation that he got that, you already closed your eyes with a content expression written all over your face.

He smirked to himself, the sweet feeling of finally achieving his goal washing over him, him practically having been able to live in his dreams for a moment. His smile only widened when he came to a realisation...

He finally managed to mark you as his.

don't know if i made it he-lost-control enough but i tried and that's what counts in my books. also, i made it an oneshot but if you wanted separate hcs for these characters ill be more than willing to write it

#somebody out there wanted bee content and there it is. #kinda perv!bee tbh hes a lil weird in there #WAS IT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE SMUT #transformers rotb #rotb #transformers #wattpad #bumblebee smut #bumblebee fluff #bumblebee x you #bumblebee x reader #bumblebee fanfiction #bumblebee angst #smut #transformers smut #robot smut #robot/human #mirage x you #mirage x reader #mirage #mirage x my pussy #mirage rotb #mirage transformers

[beemochi-art]

The great Optimus prime.

Supreme emperor of Cybertron. Leader of the autobots. Loved by his people and feared by his enemies.

Surely they aren’t putting in the history books that he was ran off his planet by some thug and his cronies with his tail tucked in between his legs.

Hm? -what? that’s exactly what they are putting? Ok.

The reality is that Optimus is a shy and all around awkward person. But most people mistake his anti social personality as being all wise, stoic and mysterious. Don’t get me wrong he still is all those things but sometimes it’s just him being nervous.

He’s angry too. Mostly at himself. Not bring a strong or good enough leader, that sort of thing. He isn’t immune to losing his temper tho.

He tries not to loose his cool in front of his friends, usually opting to go into his room then lose it. Because of this, his room is mostly empty so he doesn’t break anything important. His hab giving off loony cell vibes. Ratchet made him get a comforter, so at least were making progress.

Speaking of Ratchet. His two closest friends, Ironhide and Ratty! Ratchet knows Optimum best. They we’re friends when he was Orion pax. Ratchet takes care of him cause primus knows he can’t. Ratchet is the only one Optimus is comfortable taking his mask off in front of. Ironhide seem to know how Optimus is feeling no matter how hard he tries to hide. So op can’t help but be honest with him. Optimus let’s his guard down majorly around these two. The same goes for them as well. Maybe not Ironhide cause he is most comfortable around his wife. But that’s a story for a different time.

Op is crushing on Elita and she knows it. That’s all I’ll say about that.

Op is the type of guy to lay in bed looking at the ceiling waiting for his alarm to go off. He still gets up before anyone else tho. Except Ratchet he has never seem to beat Ratchet In the waking up early game. If Op is standing behind Ratchet he’s nervous.

All these numerous flaws he can’t let other know about. But there still is one more thing. The worst one. He is scared. and sure who isn’t? But he is scared of Megatron. He’s so scared of this mech, he can’t eat, sleep or enjoy anything without thinking about him. But he knows he has to fight him again.

No one can know this about him.

#my art #transformers #transformers au #long post #tf optimus prime #Optimus prime #tf ratchet #tf ironhide #ratchet #ironhide #tf au

[doctorsilverhead]

Heal Me! (Bayverse Optimus X Human Reader) Headcanons!

To set the mood: Trailer

At first, Optimus was hesitant and did not trust you, either because you were a complete stranger or because he had been betrayed many times before. However, as time passed and you and the Autobots became closer and worked together, you became great friends with both the Autobots and Optimus.

You would always leave Optimus being inspired by your acts and words. He would show a lot of respect for you.

Whenever Optimus or the other Autobots were harmed, no matter how slight or severe, you would become extremely anxious, and Optimus would find it adorable.

Optimus really wouldn't get any time to talk to you, either because of him being busy or you being busy but when he does, that is during midnight, you both would engage in a rather in conversation talking about your private lives or past. Him sipping his energon and you sipping your coffee would talk for hours and even cry on each other's shoulder.

He loves it when you touch him during your regular check-ups. He fantasises about you caressing him out of affection.

He would even go so far as to fake his injuries or intentionally injure himself in order to meet you or be touched by your small fragile hands.

Poor Optimus cries on his knees every night, because he knows you would not love him in the same way he does or at least he thought you wouldn't. :)

It would be difficult for him to resist the want to simply hold you securely close to his spark, kiss you, or touch you and have his way with you. But he would fight them while remaining in control of himself.

Everyone knew Optimus was in love with you since his entire attitude changed around you,from being a prime, a protector, the great leader of the Autobots to a soft,shy and nervous robot. 

Despite everyone telling him to express his feelings to you, he would hide them inside himself and never say or admit anything to you. He was too afraid of what the consequences would be.

#optimus prime x reader #transformers g1 #megatron #transformers bayverse #optimus prime #transformers x reader #transformers au #transformers prime #tfp #transformers headcanons #bumblebee #autobots #dark deception #decepticons #optimus x reader #arcee #orion pax #optimus x megatron #optimus x elita #optimus x ratchet

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✨Part 2✨ Warnings in the tags, though most apply to Part 1✨ Kissing✨ Blushing✨Im awful babes✨

💕Basically the heavier fluff this has been leading up to below💕

Blitzbee/Megop with the ‘Cons being accidentally very soft and making the ‘Bot boys emotional for it. I would sum this up as, ‘crack treated seriously’.

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“We’re cool again.” Bumblebee told Blitzwing over an extremely unauthorized comm link.

“I figured as much. Jou little Autobots are too soft to stay mad at each other.”

He could practically hear Bee lift a brow ridge at him, eager to remind him that Ratchet existed as proof otherwise.

“Let me guess,” Bee snorted.

“You big brutes think that’s a weakness of ours?”

No. Blitzwing could admit he was starting to see the appeal in keeping such close bonds with one another. It may come with some stronger emotions than he was comfortable with expressing to another bot when things became strained -as he’d seen- but having someone who cared so deeply for you sounded liberating in a way. Someone you could rest assured would be waiting for you with open servos at the end of an explosive argument, rather than another punch or violent rejection.

If things were different, he wouldn’t mind being bonded in such a way with Lugnut. Thank frag rambling about yellow minibots at 3 am didn’t count.

Blitzwing chose not to comment.

“Ve vill meet zoon for zose negotiations, I believe.” He said instead.

And he’d need some serious convincing that those negotiations would ever be as devoid of the sense of attachment that’d brought them so uncomfortably close as they’d once been. This new truce was born, from the compassion of a former gladiator who’d once worn the blood of Autobots as war paint in the darker days of their campaign. Nothing about his agreeing to forge a relationship between their peoples would leave this feeling ‘business-like’ or casual ever again.

“Vill jou be bringing ze Game Box?”

“Frag yeah!” Bee instantly perked up.

“I wouldn’t spend my time giving my polish hours of sun damage any other way! We’ll play first thing, I, oh- uh, actually....” Bumblebee stopped abruptly and trailed off, and Blitzwing could make out the slightest quiver in his vocalizer. Like he was embarrassed about something.

Blitzwing sat upright, immediately invested.

“So, um... A-About that...”

“Vut iz it, Bee?”

That was definitely the sound of Bumblebee swallowing on the other end. Blitzwing subconsciously leaned forward, straining to hear.

“Yeah, I uh... I was just wondering if you’d like to play something... uh, different next time?”

Blitzwing damned his flickering wings at the softness his tone had taken.

“Because I vas getting too good at ze other one?”

Bee gave a nervous laugh, clearly trying to keep his cool.

Blitzwing pushed him a bit.

“But I am certain I vill excel at zis one, too. Vut iz it?”

Bumblebee went eerily quiet for so long, Blitzwing worried he’d just severed the connection. But then a little sigh filled the tense silence. Definitely nervous.

“Well, it’s not actually *cool*. I mean, you can’t like... ‘be good’ at it.”

Blitzwing cocked his helm, tapping a finger to his cheek in thought. Waiting patiently for Bee to explain his interest in anything he couldn’t earn bragging rights to.

“You just, like, um... You water plants- and, um... and take care of animals.... and, and stuff...”

A game about domestic bliss? What Blitzwing had gathered in his short studies of organic Earth life, it certainly sounded like it.

Bumblebee held his breath. He knew it sounded stupid, even while he was saying it, but... he kind of just hoped Blitzwing wouldn’t care about that...

It was his *favorite* game -his guilty pleasure. One he’d deny vehemently if anyone ever found it.

But.... it’d be ok if Blitzwing knew...

“Oh?” The triple changer hummed. Either placating him, which was uncharacteristically sweet of him, or somehow intrigued at the thought of playing a slice of life game that didn’t involve all the ‘cool stuff’ a ‘Con would be interested in. No guns or violence or defacing park fountains-

“I like animals.” Blitzwing said at last.

Which, really?

Wow.

Did he like killing them, or...?

Bee didn’t get a chance to ask before Blitzwing said the single most baffling thing he’d heard in ages -Excluding Megatron of Tarn’s agreement to a *truce*.

“Zere is a field of cows not far from here. Zey moo sometimes vhen I’m trying to recharge.” Then it was his turn to be awkward and quiet, and it had Bee slack jawed and dialing the volume in his audial.

“I... I like to listen to zhem... I guess....”

Bee very pointedly -having learnt from experience- did not rave like a lunatic over this information. ‘Cons had proven themselves sensitive -shy, if you asked him- about things of a softer nature. Being lulled by squishy earth creatures into recharge included.

Instead, Bumblebee redirected, though barely able to contain the ecstatic laughter threatening to bubble out of him.

“Dude, heh- t-this game has cows in it!”

“Riveting.” Blitzwing agreed noncommittally. Probably deadly aware he’d given himself away just now, but agreeaing to ignore it.

“I’ll definitely make you your own account this time!” Bumblebee chirped, and Blitzwing could imagine him bouncing around his room. Knocking over the mountains of game cartridges he liked to imagine Bee hoarded.

“You’ll want to name your own character for this game -it’s special that way, trust me!”

“Sure.” The other huffed. Bee seemed to be getting to know him better as a bot, so if he said so, it must be true.

Which is how Blitzwing found himself under the shade of a line of trees and Bumblebee leaning into him, fiddling with the Game Box in his larger hands and guiding him through the set up. Helping him make himself a digital tent and thrusting his servos in his face excitedly when Blitzwing managed to attract a new animal to it. And no one even cared that they were too far away from the negotiations to help if things ‘went awry’.

‘As if’, Blitzwing snorted. Though his opinion about any potential cross faction violence was definitely made less credible by his obvious approval of the little mech hanging off his arm.

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Optimus knew these talks wouldn’t suddenly become easier, just because Megatron had shown him some compassion. Well, an abundance of compassion, considering the source of it.

Still, they were discussing the future of their people -discussing it with an often times iron-brained, macho aft, who didn’t see why they’d likely be pinned with tariffs for off planet goods from Decepticon populated cities, and wouldn’t accept an explanation for it.

“If our factions are at peace in this hypothetical scenario, why would we be taxed for that?!”

“The authorities on the council will want our merging to operate in uniform.” Optimus was guessing, of course, but he couldn’t imagine a Cybertron in his life cycle that would settle for anything less than what explicitly made *them* -the civilians and council- feel comfortable. Xenophobia was as extended towards other species as it was their own brethren.

“But our needs are different to your own.” Megatron reminded him.

“Luxury goods maybe. Essentials aren’t.”

And ‘how accommodating would the council be for war frame luxuries’ was the implication there. Megatron, of course, expected resistance, including such ludicrous rules as those from the ancient, winded bots in power. *But* that didn’t mean he would *accept* them...

“I think it’s stupid, too.” Optimus added, knowing his honest distaste was still a useless sentiment in this case.

“But I know what the Magnus will probably push for.”

They both did, because they both knew deep down what kind of mech their less reasonable, less trusting Ultra Magnus could be. That didn’t mean Megatron would pass up an opportunity to poke at the other.

“Where are you getting this information?” He hummed, looking the little Prime over.

Optimus looked worried then. Knowing it was entirely likely Megatron had seen right through him before he’d bothered to make that jab.

“Well, *actually*....” He took a moment to clear his vocalizer and push away the affect Megatron’s smirk seemed to be having on his courage.

“I stayed up all cycle sort of... falling down a rabbit hole of-“

“A what?” The other blinked.

“It’s an expression. Anyway, I just got lost in all these, ah, ‘what if’s. A-And I thought about the laws that’d come to pass under Ultra Magnus’ rule. I mean, there are plenty of... of...” Well Optimus wasn’t ready to damn his commander *entirely* yet, but recalling the clear prejudice against flight capable frames and the treatment of bots falsely labeled ‘non sentient’ in their history under his leadership didn’t do much of anything to renew his withering faith in the mech. Not now that he’d been shown how reasonable they could be.

Megatron hummed, a expression neutral. He wasn’t desperate to hear an already shaken, confused mech do more to ruin his neglected faith in a cause he so earnestly believed in. Optimus was doing all of this, because he believed his system would be convinced to make a change. That they would do it, because they would want to do the right thing- like he did.

Megatron felt that familiar burden he’d come to associate with feeling responsible for this mech’s better sense tinge his spark.

Optimus pursued the Autobot cause, because he believed it existed for the right, honest reasons, and he wanted to see it bettered. Quite a thing for Megatron to tackle, or try to cast in a more honest light.

So, he moved on.

“What sensible reason could Ultra Magnus actually give for me to accept the terms of such a tax?”

Optimus’ finials dipped, and Megatron was drawn to them.

“I was worried he’d base it on something like... well, the fact that we don’t have access to those cities.”

“You would be welcomed to, in an era of peace.” Megatron stated the obvious, which Optimus knew sounded logical, but-

“They aren’t as accessible to civil frames- with few, if any, exceptions, we can’t fly. And don’t tell me cities like New Kaon are going to have livable conditions for civil types, even just for visiting.” Optimus arched a brow ridge.

Megatron mirrored it.

“So you are telling me, we are not allowed to have a space which caters specifically to our needs without penance? Do you see how discriminatory that is and *why* I’d rather eat my own glossa?”

“I’m *saying* the *Magnus* will definitely push for that,” As he’d want total control of Megatron’s people, as much as his own.

“And we’ll need to build up trust and respect for your kin before we can make a solid point to protest it. We need bots on your side first, if we’re ever going to fix the millennias of fear and insecurity the war has instilled in Cybertronians.”

Megatron agreed with his logic. He didn’t agree to the hypothetical events that may await him, though.

“Unacceptable. I don’t *settle* for *anything*.”

“Sometimes you have to make compromises-“

“Why else would I *only* agree to speak with you about these pertinent matters?” Megatron continued, and crossed his arms and jut his chin out for good measure. Looking thoroughly insulted. Noticing Prowl’s anxious side glance from the short distance away.

Optimus blushed, but refused to let the strange flutter in his tanks push him off track.

“Because Ultra Magnus i-isn’t here?”

“And if he were, I’d only spare him a glance whenever I needed him to write something into law.” Megatron huffed indignantly. How dare Optimus even presume...

Obviously Magnus wasn’t good for much else than his title. Optimus was the only mech Megatron would be doing any spark searching with. Ever.

*Ever*.

Little idiot.

Optimus was too out of sorts to argue. It *really* seemed like Megatron was complimenting him this time, and he didn’t know what to do about that.

Should he... do it back? To encourage camaraderie?

*Would it* encourage camaraderie? Or would his kindness bruise Megatron’s ego?

“You, well, ah. You... You are brilliant, Megatron -there’s no denying that. Ultra Magnus should be far more amendable to your visions for our future, once he sees how far you’ve come as a leader.” Optimus winced at how weak that was for a compliment.

But he couldn’t help his own bias in that Megatron choosing to make a change did make him look a more competent, commendable leader. And there were few things that lit him up like a respectable authority figure.

Not that Optimus was...was... ‘lit up’....

Megatron was stood there, helplessly locking optics across the way with Blitzwing and Lugnut -who were oblivious that this may very well be the first ever signal that they were overstepping some serious boundaries in these negotiations and remained unbothered, turning back to the little Autobots demanding their attention instead.

Megatron only needed a moment more of buffering, though, to connect the little Prime’s words to the intent there.

A compliment. Flattery even?

He set his jaw and turned dangerously slow to level with the smaller mech. A smirk pulling the corners of his lips turned absolutely predatory and sullied whatever faith Optimus might have that this mech had an ounce of integrity in him.

That strong intuition of his had Optimus looking wobbly on his pedes then.

“You think me a fine leader, Prime?” Megatron purred salaciously. He cocked his hip to one side and settled a large, scarred hand over it. Looking audacious as ever.

Optimus was definitely going to be eating his words -and his pride- for this, but...

“I do.” He swallowed.

“You’ve shown that you’re willing to talk things through without violence. I-I think that’s... I think.. that you...”

When had Megatron gotten so close? Optimus looked up at him with wide optics, struggling to keep optic contact.

“Am I so grand a leader that I might have *you* then?”

“I- What- I- !?”

“As my soldier, of course.” Megatron expanded, smiling happily in the face of the shuddering Prime. Prideful at having been the one to affect him so. Who could ever ask him to give up delighting in a treat like this, no matter what good things the future might hold? He was a deplorable scoundrel at his core, and that’s all he ever would be, if you went digging.

Optimus could feel heat radiating off his cheekplates, and all the way to the tips of his audial fins. That was about all he could take, it seemed.

“That’s enough for today, I think!” He squeaked, entirely unmechlike.

The smile slipped right off of Megatron’s faceplate.

“Ah, is it? We’ve only just started-“

“Two hours ago!” Optimus reminded him, and hurried past the towering brute to collect his team. Being careful not to let Ratchet see how suspiciously bothered he was after he’d endured such an unholy amount of his pestering about Megatron using him and this fake truce to get under his plates for the last week or so.

He -poorly- disguised his flustered state from the lot of them with a quick snap of the fingers in the opposite direction, vocalizer completely blown, indicating that they were leaving. Nobody looked convinced his issue was anger at the incorrigible mech behind him grinning wolfishly.

——————-

—————-

Bumblebee was two steps sneaking into Optimus’ room later -as if Prowl wasn’t decently aware at this point about their nightly rendezvous- and taking a seat right onto Optimus’ recharge slab, when he spun around and started thrusting ‘delightful’ accusations at him.

“You two looked preeeetty friendly today~” He said with a *wink*, reminding the bigger bot far too much of a certain warlord then.

Optimus physically recoiled where he’d been polishing his axe, allowing it to clatter to the floor in favor of grasping uselessly at thin air.

“Bumblebee!” He hissed, attempting to stop himself from screaming down the base.

“It’s *one thing* to talk about the things that we do! It’s *another* to make such blatant insinuations!”

“Because they’re true?” Bumblebee kicked back and lounged with his arms folded under his helm. Unbothered.

Optimus’ face darkened.

“Even joking about that can get you brigged for life, Bumblebee. That means no more video games, no more Sari-“

“No more dashing warlords to flutter your optics at.”

Optimus’ face went up in a blaze. Standing on shaking pedes.

“I DID NOT- I WOULD NEVER- I DIDN’T DO *THAT*!”

Bumblebee’s attempt at flustering his leader had worked spectacularly -as he’d imagined. Though it did serve a purpose in the long run, which he’d be getting to. First, he needed to push the envelope a bit.

“Right... You were just resetting your optics over and over, while tall, dark, and handsome was hitting on you, I suppose.”

Optimus stared at him with his jaw practically unhinged. What had been possessing this devious little fiend as of late!?

And also—

“Wha... What do you mean ‘hitting on me’?”

Bumblebee peeped an optic open at his thoroughly ruffled leader, and, seeing his chance having been presented rather easily, took it.

“Don’t tell me you missed the way he was smirking at you, all full of himself and confident- I mean you were just feeding into it, so I can’t blame him for looking so smug. You didn’t even *try* to look uninterested.”

In fact, in Bee’s opinion, Optimus flushing vibrant colors and shrinking in on himself when certain warlords went sashaying their hips at him was about the most open display of swooning he’d ever seen outside of a romcom. Sari’d been right about how weird things had been between Megatron and him. It was *worse* than Bee originally thought. All the jokes he’d made at Optimus’ expense possessed far more truth than he’d imagined.

“There’s nothing - I, I don’t- It isn’t like that! There’s *nothing* happening between us!” Optimus’ half-sparked denial and effort to fight the flames from reaching his finials was frankly inspirational.

Bee had a point to make, though, and knew he’d have to bully the bashful mech to make it.

“But what if there was? If something was, y’know, *there*... would you do something about it?”

Optimus flinched back.

“Would I what?!”

Bumblebee kept his expression measured. Encouraging Optimus to consider things without judging so quickly, so harshly in his mortified state.

Bee thought back to his conversation with Blitzwing when he’d been telling him about his favorite game- how he’d been scared of his potential new friend’s rejection, only to be met with encouraging words. Kind words.

Bumblebee had finally gotten what he’d wanted from all this -A bond. A simple one and very stunted in its early development, but it was clear they were on their way to a sort of friendship -whether the truce went haywire or not. They’d already broken through the barrier a bit during their first attempt. Their future ‘friendship’ already had the groundwork, and now Blitzwing was bothering to make the other feel comfortable in his presence.

Then Bee recalled how nervous he’d been today actually introducing him to the game. How he’d apologized stupidly for no reason about how ‘boring’ it probably was and turned an interesting color when Blitzwing brazenly admitted to finding his taste as profound and exciting as ever -‘boring’ game of watering plants and buying cute clothes, and all.

So, most likely a lie, and one born of either infatuation of some degree, or Blitzwing’s genuine compassion for the little mech. For *Bumblebee* no less.

And then Bee thought of how the triple changer’s engines *purred* when he had to turn his helm to hide his flushing cheeks. Feeling shy for some reason whenever Blitzwing said how much he liked Bumblebee’s favorite game, despite their servos constantly clashing together over the Game Box. How...not... ‘friend-like’ that was.

That was.... it was... actually kind of-

“Bumblebee?”

The minibot came back to himself, swallowing what felt like his spark in his throat at the memory of crimson optics and a matching crimson smile peering down at him. Charging up his engines in a far too smug display for someone who was too sensitive to handle being called nice every once and a while without bristling. Bumblebee had forgotten to look and see what the others had thought of the display at the time, assuming they’d finished pestering Lugnut for more surprising information about his conjunx to even take notice of the pair getting too cozy. Prowl how undoubtedly seen.

But Bee hadn’t even cared about them in that moment, too focused on Blitzwing nudging against him playfully, until he could be coaxed to turn his scarlet faceplate back towards the Game Box to watch. Both pretending they weren’t entirely affected by his blushing face, though for very different reasons.

Bumblebee blinked back to the present, and shivered. He locked optics with the mech at present, as Optimus strolled over, slapping his stabilizers off his berth for tracking mud from his off-road detour over it. They held each other’s gaze for one terrible moment, and sensing a hideous conversation on the rise, Bee steeled himself for some uncomfortable confessions.

“Bumblebee... Ignoring how serious these... colorful ideas are...” Optimus began, nipping his lip, clearly distressed by the very urgent topic at hand he was forced to be having as Bee’s concerned supervisor. If only he had Ratchet’s shamelessness.

“Is there, ah.... something I should know about? Something you want to tell me?”

Bumblebee attempted to snort in disgust, because, yes, they certainly were ‘ignoring’ their current conversation about Optimus having goo-goo eyes for warlords, weren’t they? But he wouldn’t be doing himself any favors by pretending to be indifferent and changing the subject back.

So, he just shrugged.

“Well... *duh*...” He whispered and shrugged again. And again.

They’d been sneaking into this room, saying unsavory -illegal really- un-Autobotly things for some time now, and *obviously* what Prime was referring to went far beyond insinuation, as he’d called it, and at this point was very much just truth.

Optimus looked quite pale then and had to sit down. Likely the first time he’d ever allowed himself to accept the gravity of the situation -of *their* situation- now with Bee’s little confirmation. His admittance to a truth they’d both been avoiding. And they were quite damned, he realized.

“I mean, yeah.” The minibot pressed on, kicking his legs over the berth and staring distantly at anything else but the other mech.

“I like... I mean... Blitz is pretty cool. So. Do with that what you will...”

And that was as much as he could say on the matter. Not that Optimus needed anything more.

A moment passed where they listened quietly to the other’s processor practically shorting out, though for various different reasons- and many of the same reasons.

Optimus was under no illusion that he was immune to the very problem Bee was having.

Which was... it was too much to swallow.

Thoughts about Megatron- ones he hadn’t allowed before. Ones that weren’t plausible before the great mech had decided to make such a stunning change.

And now that he had, Optimus could hardly recognize his subconscious response to it- thoughts that felt like they couldn’t possibly be his own. Absolutely lacking every bit of logic in structure and ranging to the outright whimsical. Optimus Prime had never allowed himself to entertain thoughts of a cunning warlord, sacrificing an entire cause for his benefit before, and wouldn’t under any other circumstance. Honest, he wouldn’t.

So... having.... *feelings* for him.... as obvious as it’d been the few fleeting times he’d suspected but never addressed it, Optimus couldn’t believe how jarring the reality was -that he was having such favorable thoughts. How deep down, he was wishing that magnificent, influential mech was feeling similarly for him. Even in a disjointed, disbelieving of his own feelings as Optimus kind of way.

How far he’d fallen without even realizing it...

“Yeah.” Optimus said vaguely, and it wasn’t anything as reassuring as a promise that he would somehow manage to keep Bumblebee safe from punishment in the future -as any good leader should be able to do in a time like this. But the minibot was just fine with being the defensive one over his dumb friend’s decisions for once.

Optimus could use a little protecting from other bot’s judgements -especially his own.

“You know how stupid it was we fought about this a week ago?” Bee murmured then, the invisible weight on his chest considerably lighter now.

“Well, we both said some terrible things, but it was the stress talking.” Optimus said distantly. Obviously lost in some new crisis he’d conjured for himself.

Bumblebee slipped an ankle between his leader’s pedes and kicked at him playfully.

“Ya-duh.” Bee snorted.

“We’re allowed to have feeling you know? That means you, too.”

Optimus cringed at the memory of his remark on Sumdac.

“I channeled them poorly...”

“So did I, remember? You just need an outlet.”

Optimus cocked his helm, snapping out of his trance.

“An outlet?”

“Yeah.” Bee purposely slicking some mud from his tracks over Optimus’ stabilizer, indulging his inner pissant since Blitzwing wasn’t here.

“You seriously need one, Bossbot. I have the perfect solution, too.”

Optimus was immediately wary. Side eying the other with pulse growing rapid. Upon his ‘adorable’ little quip of an explanation, Optimus knew he’d been right to worry.

—————- ——————

Negotiations took an unwelcome turn when Optimus -with his knew knowledge of his impractical crush- cracked down on informal interactions between their factions. Suggesting in a not so suggesting way that they continue things with an ounce more of professionalism and less doddering about at odd hours without a strict script to their meetings.

Presumably punishing himself more than Bumblebee for having allowed for such an oversight as *feelings* to come into play.

But Bee was obviously catching some secondhand wrath for this. No more whittling away on the Game Box with a giant wanted war criminal, and, of course, no more embarrassing, painfully disguised flirting.

So, how was Bee supposed to feel excluded from said punishment? He was prepared to riot the next time they jabbered later in his quarters for the injustice.

But then things picked right up in Bee’s favor again, when they were essentially *invited* to take ‘negotiations’ to the *Decepticon’s*. *Base*.

Which meant one of a few things could be happening for this major error in judgement to take place:

-Megatron had decided to commit wholly and fully to a peacfeful cause- which, maybe. He’d agreed to attempt the truce all on his own and with barely a motivation  to do it with.

-Megatron no longer viewed them as a threat of any sort -not very flattering, but they could use that to their advantage, when it was time to kick aft.

-Megatron was too confident he could squash them as a threat -fair, but pigheaded as ever, considering they’d bested their brutal brethren plenty, when the going got tough.

-Megatron was tired of Ratchet complaining loudly of engine-stroke and suffering from the lack of comfortable furnishings to rest on -They’d been going at this for so long now, it seemed plausible enough that he’d consider they move this someplace more accommodating, as they showed no signs of stopping their peace talks anytime soon.

-All of that combined -the most likely case.

-Or... Megatron was growing a soft spot of his own for a certain little Prime, and the mixture of all of the above, as well as Optimus’ predisposition to pout like an offended sparkling when Megatron bruised his ego, or ‘forgot’ his name, was a potent mixture.

Bumblebee was sure he’d be banned from his leader’s room later that night, when not a full minute into cautiously stepping through the main cavern of the Decepticon’s lair, Megtaron was taking quick strides over to Optimus’ side to walk him through. Their shoulder plating bumping together as they walked. Megatron leering down at him and saying how surprise he was Optimus had been brave enough to come. Just to see him riled.

If that wasn’t flirting, what was?

“You’ve set up in an abandoned mine?” Optimus asked, refusing to be intimidated and trying to focus himself past the utter shock of Megatron trusting him enough to send him these coordinates.

“Belonging to Sumdac Systems?” Bulkhead added.

Megatron shrugged, not seeing a problem. Far too invested at the moment in cajoling Optimus to take a goblet of oil extended from his servo and see him drink it. The gesture the pure embodiment of everything Optimus had complained about with things lacking a certain professionalism around here.

He could hardly stress that again, though, in fear he may bring to attention how easily things had proceeded in a professional manner at the start of all this. It wouldn’t do to acknowledge to some degree that Bee had been right about Megatron starting to take a liking to him.

“I don’t drink that stuff.” Optimus said simply, servo raised.

Megatron looked unfazed, and that was as much as Bumblebee could gather of that conversation, as Megatron lead the Prime away from the other Autobot’s highly concerned stares and towards the room he’d mentioned over comms that he -apparently- ‘took council in’.

Out of sight, out of mind, Bumblebee turned towards a somewhat awkward Blitzwing at having guests for the first time ever in a living space he currently occupied. Shuffling away from Lugnut and a setup of monitors in a characteristically dark corner. Luckily, Bee was no stranger to making himself comfortable in places it was questionable to do so.

“So, do I get a tour?” Bumblebee asked when the triple changer approached, grinning wide and doing that infuriating winking thing that’d sent Optimus in a tizzy the other night.

The others were quick to voice their opinions on that before Blitzwing could even attempt to pick his confidence up off the floor.

“Don’t you go running off, too!” Ratchet snapped. Prowl at his side angled his visor into his most offensive, judging glare and sent it Bee’s way.

Prudes.

“I’m not going anywhere!” Bumblebee flushed, stomping a pede.

And he wasn’t, as desperate as he was to see Blitzwing’s living quarters, and get a look at what sort of things the triple changer would take interest in.

And Primus, was he desperate.

He pouted for all of ten kliks before Bulkhead broke the silence to ask the two remaining ‘Cons about the curious means by which they’d acquired so much oil. A resource none of them seemed to particularly overindulge in, despite what propaganda would make of Decepticons being overcharged idiots at any given opportunity.

“These are coal mines-“ Lugnut began.

Which managed to immediately throw Prowl into a spiral.

“Coal mining emits more methane by the ton into Earth’s atmosphere-“

“Oh, my spark...” Bumblebee groaned, and was even quicker to excuse himself from a completely unwarranted tirade about Earth’s approaching death, thanks to hazardous oil companies and carbon dioxide choking up the place. Also thanks to transportation sources. Never mind that they were transportation.

Never mind, too, that Bumblebee could no longer argue with him about the seriousness of the subject. Prowl was right about the whole of horrendous torture they were dragging the planet and it’s natural resources through, and Bee should probably definently feel bad about his own carbon foot print.

Right now, though, there was a cute triple changer not a foot away, nodding along with whatever Prowl was saying, while Bee zoned out, staring at the curve of those now familiar wingstruts. This was a far more worthy investment of his time than worrying about his egregious use of electronics and destroying the earth.

Sensing him, Blitzwing unconsciously flicked his wings a few times, trying to ignore the building tension between them. 

And folded embarrassingly quickly...

“Bumblebee,” He cleared his vocalizer.

“I had a thought.” This drew more pairs of optics than one. But his calm demeanor seemed innocent enough to relieve whatever worry the others had about what he said next.

“Zhere is a spot outside a little ways up vhere jou can see zose cows.”

His wings fluttered without his notice, as he tried to remain indifferent to the questioning looks he received for that. And the *annoying*, utterly *rude* way Lugnut seemed to roll his optic and *sigh* at him.

He didn’t have to be so obvious about his thoughts on Blitzwing’s infatuation -not infatuation, ‘interest’. He found Bumblebee interesting.

He glared at the bomber plane, smart enough to let it slide, until after the ‘Bots had left, and *not* punch him in the face for it.

Beside him, Bumblebee bounced around the spot like a wound up little spring. His optics glowing in the dim lighting.

“Dude, yes! Show me the cows!”

An animal he’d seen plenty enough of to be as equally uninterested in as the first 20 times he’d come across one.

Why ever this was different would be an excellent question to look into, in Prowl’s opinion, who was carefully watching. Or it would be, if he didn’t explicitly *know* better.

Prowl had always did preferred to have the facts first, though.

Bee cast accusing looks at the other bots, who’d stopped their conversing amongst themselves long enough to glare back at him with begrudging nods of approval. Bulkhead looking totally resigned, and the lot of them trusting the pair as far as they could throw them.

Reluctant or not, they’d agreed. And that was all Bee needed.

If outside, unsupervised, was somehow better than being trapped down a mine shaft with the same gruesome death machine, then so be it. He could care less -mostly- about the unrestrained judgement oozing from every one or their pointed looks.

“C’mon let’s go! I want to see some cows!” Bee exclaimed and turned to push Blitzwing towards the wrong exit, who then corrected him. A noticeable bounce in his step as he led the little mech onward.

~WHIRR~

“Zhese ones have spots!” Blitzwing chirped. He couldn’t help but feel caught up in his favorite little companion’s excitement.

“I try to count zhem from a distance zometimes, but I lose track zo quickly!”

Bumblebee was practically having to run to keep up with him when his steps became wider.

“Oh, cool! Those are called dairy cows, I think!”

Which Blitzwing probably knew.

Prowl scowled at the pair as they vanished down a tunnel leading to the outside world. Not willing in the slightest to keep his nasal ridge out of places it somewhat didn’t belong.

The others didn’t protest when he made to slip away -Lugnut well aware what his priorities were and silently thankful a sensible mech would be keeping watch.

—————————-

“The Allspark is by far the most pressing matter at hand.” Megatron scowled, no longer feeling playful. This topic that’d been driving a wedge through him and his little Prime would sour anyone’s doting mood.

“No matter what may come of our alliance, I simply cannot surrender the spark of our people to Ultra Magnus.”

Obviously not while the prospect of peace would be a controversial, likely rejected notion on the Magnus’ part.

Optimus readily agreed that his commander would be in possession of far too much power over the war builds if it was -the first time he’d ever accepted such a notion after a lifecycle of finely tuned brainwashing. Ultra Magnus was *supposed* to have ultimate power -his people, especially his Primes, were *supposed* to trust his judgement.

Optimus... was struggling to. Readily admitting Megatron’s infamous seductions had probably played a gratuitous hand in that.

But he couldn’t very well agree that Megatron should have it either. Not with the current climate of Decepticon-Autobot relations.

Optimus startled at the thought that he may ever be amendable to such a thing in the future -to a world where he might trust *Megatron* as the Allspark’s keeper... The thought alone was treason.

Megatron cocked a brow ridge, eager to change the subject from something so abysmally beyond compromise, when he’d found himself so willing to be such these recent cycles.

“You look so pent up.” He stated flatly. It earned him a pout he’d like very much to kis-

To poke fun at.

“The paragon of dread, you are. Are you always so tightly wound?” He grinned impishly. Which Megatron already knew from experience the answer was a resounding ‘yes’. He had only seen Optimus looking his best and brightest when he’d reinstated their attempt at a truce.

Optimus looked off across the impossibly vast cavern he’d been pulled down. Megatron did require a lot of space for his frame to move freely, and with the makeshift bench to sit on and a desk to store secrets, Optimus could see why he’d come here as often as he’d confessed to to hide from Lugnut’s pontificating.

Optimus was forced to admit the obvious, for the sake of appearing fair.

“Well, that’s what Bumblebee says. He says it all the time, in fact...”

“He’s right.” Megatron smirked, delighting in the knowledge that someone on the Prime’s team was keen to remind him to lighten up. He needed it terribly. Whether or not he listened, though...

“And how do you alleviate that stress? Do you read much?”

Optimus was about to answer when he remembered what Bumblebee had said to him about finding an ‘outlet’ for his stress, and then that that ‘outlet’ should be *Megatron’*. And then how glad Optimus was that he refused to let Bee elaborate any further.

He must have given something away, though, because Megatron was staring intently at his finials. Fidgeting things probably betraying him by turning all shades of some humiliating color. He covered them out of instinct, then cursed himself and pulled his servos away for being so obvious.

Well, that did it.

“What’s the matter, Prime?” Megatron hummed.

“Are your means of relaxing not fit for polite conversation?”

Optimus’ optics went wide and pale.

And honestly, ‘yes’. Megatron as a whole was anything but fit for polite conversation -despite his dazzling smile, his charming intonations, and his particularly refined intellect. All those millennia of educating himself, expanding his processor, becoming a master in thousands of skills, only a self defined mech of the ages could, still weren’t enough to overlook the at times massively inappropriate nature of his spark. Like being rude and abrasive ran thick through his Energon.

If Optimus wasn’t burning before, he was now.

Bumblebee had been so, *so* right about him -about there being *something* going on between them. And they were all so screwed for it.

Megatron was elated to find he’d effortlessly stirred another blush up on those pretty blue cheeks.

“Oh, little Autobot~ I meant no harm.”

“Yes, you did!” Optimus argued cheaply. Feeling like a sparkling for it.

“No, certainly not.” Megatron cooed, sending heat rushing through Optimus’ frame and making him debate himself into a stupor over how Bumblebee could ever think that *this* wasn’t stressful. This was the opposite of relaxing. This was making him-

Making him really struggle to think of a reason why he shouldn’t let it continue. Spark pounding rapidly, making his better judgement take a back seat.

“Do you enjoy literature, Optimus?” Megatron asked then, moving away to carefully hand select something out of a drawer from his desk. He returned and extended the data file in hand.

Optimus eyed it curiously. In disbelief that Megatron would willingly change the subject from anything to embarrass him.

“I confiscated this off the techno-organic.”

Optimus stopped mid reach. His spark banged his chest painfully and squeezed, but he recovered quickly enough to avoid Megatron’s questioning gaze.

He took it and studied the text, surprised to find himself looking at a jumble of data entries from mecha of all walks of life with only their alt modes seemingly in common.

Blackarachnia must have been studying it for clues about her condition...

Optimus flicked through and skimmed passages. Picking out that the basic premise of this collection was a recount of mechs with experience having a beast mode.

Optimus hadn’t imagined Megatron would spend his time reading about something as mundane as this -mundane in that Megatron surely thought himself unaffected by it, which left the information useless in even his most basic of pursuits.

But then again, Optimus had noted that he was particularly well read.

“I find it all very interesting how many of the mechs in these transformations feel compelled to give in to some baser instincts that hardly feel their own.” Megatron rumbled -Optimus completely taken off guard by how close he’d managed to get without his noticing.

“Grooming habits and dietary changes alike. I’ve had many reformations in my time, but never a beast form.” Megatron continued, his chest now brushing Optimus’ shoulder as he leaned over and *in*.

Optimus felt warm for an entirely different reason now.

He swallowed as a large grey arm came around his back strut, caging him despite the space his enormous servo left between them. Sliding through his favorite passages on the datapad and pointing out ones of casual interest.

Optimus tried counting downward from 10.

This had escalated entirely too quickly.

“Sure you won’t have a drink with me?” Megatron offered once more in an attempt to calm the other’s nerves. His little spark thumping so hard through his shuddering chassis, Megatron could hear it. The control the civil mech had over his field was legendary.

Optimus would rather be closer to blowing his spark out than to have a foggy processor at a time like this, though. He needed whatever ounce of control of himself he could manage.

He shook his head mutely, not daring to speak. Megatron was happy to pretend they weren’t crossing every conceivable line of what was appropriate or *professional* that existed. Or more true to character, was simply delighting in the fact that they were doing just that and was totally unbothered by it.

His soldiers would surely be much less amused by this, if they were to see them like this.

“About those changes,” Optimus began and was mortified by the fact that that was *his* voice speaking in that tone.

He reset his vocalizer, glaring at Megatron’s widening smirk.

“*About those changes* you mentioned -involving your command....”

Those changes that would define their futures together. Whether they would cooperate long enough to get something worthwhile accomplished. The ones that this truce depended on, frankly.

“Yes...” Megatron frowned. Finally.

He’d told Optimus about Strika -though she remained nameless- setting a guide of... ‘ethics’ -to use it loosely- for their troops. Ignoring that it had been temporary and formed solely to spite him. For the handling of Autobots and Autobot sympathizers. The rather neutral, passive by most accounts, nonviolent guide that Optimus had truly struggled to believe had taken place for a time -hopelessly fantasizing that Autobot high command magically taking notice somehow, even though Decepticons operated in the shadow these days and rarely posed much threat in large enough quantities to draw attention to their dwindling faction.

What Optimus had always thought was ‘dwindling’, before Megatron came along that fateful day.

Megatron let his servo drop away from Optimus’ side, and the smaller mech had to force the disappointment from his spark. Reminding himself tersely that they were here to discuss the fate of their species.

Megatron huffed, then looked solemnly at the stalactites spiking the cavern ceiling. Thinking, for once, with the thoroughness this issue actually demanded about their formerly pretend truce. Optimus appreciated how seriously he was being taken -even having to remind himself the wonderful feeling of a competent, powerful mech recognizing him in some grand was exclusive to this moment, and he shouldn’t hope to elicit more of this attention from the busy lord in the future. Savor what he could get, when it was given.

But then-

“I do think it would be best if we incorporated those changes once more.” Megatron said in as toneless and exhausted a delivery as Optimus had ever heard from him.

Megatron had much to regret in that statement alone... Knowing Strika was either going to die on the spot when given the news, or cause an uproar whenever he got ahold of a means of communication long enough to tell her this had become serious.

He hated to think Starscream was finally right about her assessment of him.

...But she’d been right...

Megatron was an unfit leader of the Decepticons.

He chanced a look down at the hopeful, peering optics below him and stilled.

Megatron’s ability to adapt quite effortlessly did give him pause to reconsider the notion then.

Megatron may, in fact, be turning into the the greatest leader they’d had in their very short list of them with his possible reawakening as the mech who might finally lead his people home to Cybertron. And even more marvelous and historic, with the promise of peace. A promise greater than domination.

They were war frames, not blood lusting machines, despite what their civil types had been fed. Peace was improbable, but it was absolutely preferred. And Megatron might soon be the first to give his loyal followers that...

But he was getting both ahead of himself and sticking largely to those fantastic, romantic ideas of his again. They had a long way to go yet.

He looked down to study why the little Prime at his side had suddenly gone so stiff.

Optimus’ face was unreadable, completely blank and devoid of the barest hint of joy at the news. Which Megatron had been sure after his enthusiastic display upon his agreement to give peace another try that he’d be jumping around like a hungry scraplet.

Megatron rather liked him like that. The memory file was still fresh in his core -a smiling, excitable, stammering Prime looking too happy to contain himself to the shell of his chassis. Close to bursting. Close to embracing his nearest crew mate and squeezing, had he the courage to express himself so earnestly.

Megatron hadn’t realized a smile of his own pulled delicately at the corner of his mouth for a moment, but it was quickly wiped away by the sobering sight of a serious looking Optimus leaning into him then. Reaching.

He had the good sense for a single nano-klik to reer back and question the little mech’s intentions when a palm clasping itself to the side of his faceplate easily lured him back down. Gentle fingers caressing the thick derma-mesh. Pulling him to his level. Keeping him there.

A soft, lingering kiss was then placed much too close to the corner of his mouth for Megatron’s liking, when his lips were right there and perfectly unoccupied. But any protest he might have that Optimus had missed the mark was drowned out entirely by the rush of Energon through his lines, roaring in his audials. Leaving him dizzy and dumbfounded, and staring blankly ahead.

Optimus had struggled with how to properly say ‘thank you’- either unwilling to praise the basic standard of decency the mech should possess when he was using it to better their species, or worried that his simple thanks was largely underwhelming in conjunction to the magnificent feats Megatron was committing to.

But his gratitude was overdo, nonetheless.

So he allowed his excitement and hopefulness and mental exhaustion to help it take form in the only way it simply felt right to in that moment.

Seeing as how Megatron stood there accepting his bizarre attentions, not looking the least bit scandalized, Optimus decided he’d save his internal reprimanding and self depreciation for when he wasn’t busy planting kisses over such a strong jawline. Focusing on the feel of heated metal against his lips.

———— ———————

“Zhat one I’ve named Obsidian, because her tail is totally black~”

Bumblebee struggled to make out anything more than a bunch of black and white rectangles drifting across the field. Of course, he didn’t have a working monocular like some eccentric bots he knew.

The cows were surprisingly loud, even from this distance. Bee couldn’t imagine how this much noise could possibly lull the other into recharge. Maybe it became more a thing of magic when the experience was shrouded with night- like how horror movies became that much more terrifying.

Did Blitzwing have quirks like that, too? Getting excited for his nighttime cow heralds in the way Bumblebee got excited to sneak about the town after dark?

The mischief they could make...

Bumblebee looked up and watched the triple changer standing there in a state he’d never witnessed him in before. A sort of contentment visible in the other, yet enraptured with the dozing, lazy bovine stomping about the grassy plains.

It was truly surreal. When had he seen Blitzwing in any state beyond panic inducing violence or total aloofness? Charming quips while playing video games together not withstanding -it was easy to disjoint himself from those moments when it was already hard enough to look at the other when he was sitting so close. Bee hadn’t had a real life crush before, let alone one who felt similarly, so the majority of their interactions felt like something he’d conjured in a fever dream.

Bumblebee squirmed when he felt butterflies flutter through his tanks.

Seeing the giant menace so peaceful now peeled away a new layer of his appeal. Bee found himself enamored with the sight of that crimson jack-o-lantern grin standing in stark contrast with the pale blue sky. Soft white swirls floating far above, adding to the nightmarish vision. But here Bumblebee was thinking it only accentuated his unique charm, where it’d once sparked terror.

It shouldn’t have been as entertaining as it was, watching cows chew thoughtlessly and stalk about, but Bumblebee was helpless to agree. This was nice, this was good.

That didn’t mean he’d pass up an opportunity to poke fun at Blitzwing, since it was his new favorite pastime.

“Yeah, I can’t see squat... But I think you’re makin’ up that tail thing.” He teased. The playfulness in his smirk easily overlooked in Blitzwing’s enormous offense at that -which made the minibot snicker.

Blitzwing didn’t think it was funny.

~WHIRR~

“Jou can’t even open a barrel of oil vithout my help! Vhy should I be surprised jour pitiful, maladapted optics can’t see a few acres away!?”

He shouldn’t be surprised. Civil frames weren’t designed with sniper precision oculars. But seeing as they were still struggling to make sense of a cross class relationship that regularly spent their time together -willingly- it was easy to forget they were conversing with the opposite frame type. This had never been a possibility before.

Bumblebee failed to suppress a snort, lips pulling into a grin. Irritating an already volatile tanker.

Blitzwing was definitely rolling his optics behind his visor. He bent down onto one knee, crouching over and nearly having to crumple in on himself to be at the little bots level. He pulled a giggling Bee in and angled his helm with one encompassing hand, tugging the top of his helm towards this supposed beloved cow of his.

“Look! Look zhere -see ze black tail? Ze only one vith a black line behind it?”

Bumblebee considered agreeing with him, so he might cool his jets and switch back to that goofy smile Bee was thinking looked more and more becoming on him. That’d be easier than trying to keep the laughter in.

He pretended to squint and focus into the distance.

“Ehh... Hard to tell.”

“Use jour processor for once!”

Bee leaned in some more when Blitzwing did -unfortunately very enchanted by how protective a famous war criminal had become over some squishy, mooing cows. How was he *not* supposed to fall any harder for this mech? This sporadic, daring, resilient mech.

Perhaps Blitzwing had a greater inclination for smaller things than he thought? Bee really hoped he wasn’t just projecting that, because he’d really need it to be true for what he was about to do next.

“Oh, wait! I think I see it!” Bumblebee stood on his toe pedes and pointed out to where Blitzwing had been adamantly thrusting a knifehand.

“Ja! Jou see! Finally- I told jou-“ he turned his helm right towards Bumblebee’s audial, ready to shout straight in it about how badly Bee needed an optical upgrade installed. But the words and the root of his conviction both died somewhere in his chest.

Bumblebee turned into him -fastest thing on four wheels- and caught Blitzwing completely by surprise. Frozen there and utterly defenseless against the minibot pushing into him with a chaste little kiss to his cheek guard.

Blitzwing jerked back and cycled through faces, emotions he rarely allowed scraping him raw, before finally settling back on a rather poleaxed looking Random.

Bumblebee felt more than a little proud of himself for having been the one to put that look on Blitzwing’s less shakable personality. He felt proud he’d found the courage within him once again to even go through with that colossal act.

It’d either been thanks to his abhorrent impulse control, or the near limitless confidence in himself that religiously inspired him to take such monstrous risks.

But either way, he’d gotten the job done-

~WHIRR~

Surprisingly soft blue lips drew into a thin line. Glaring red optics bore down into Bumblebee’s soul, and the little minibot had one harrowing moment to think about what he’d actually just done.

In hindsight, Bee realized that he probably should have asked for permission to do something like that first...

He should have asked what kind of touch was welcomed. He should have calculated the likelihood that a cold, reserved ‘Con would be insulted by that kind of gesture.

He should have respected Blitzwing’s limits, if not his own.

“Oh, shoot -Blitz, I- I’m sorry...” Like, really, *really* sorry.

Like, if this was the thing that ruined their blossoming friendship, Bumblebee would never forgive himself. He’d never forget what he’d just lost, because of one nano-klik spent thinking with his engine instead of his processor.

Bumblebee clutched a hand over his spark where it rattled painfully in his chest.

“I should of asked you, if you’d be ok with that. I should have asked if you’re ok with-with being touched. I should of waited until I knew for *sure* ifMMPH-“

One large, black servo wrapped around the entirety of Bee’s jaws and throat, puffing his cheeks and lips up when fingers *squeezed* and pulling him forward into a warm, accommodating mouth. Very accommodating and very interested. Blitzwing made room between his substantially heavier frame and his thinner one -managing to fasten the little speedster to the spot with a single servo and a tentative kiss.

Bumblebee felt his spark thump joyously against his chassis and scrambled on instinct to grab onto something, as he began to feel lightheaded, as Blitzwing stole all the air from his vents. What he got was a servo full of Blitzwing’s chest and collar seam -which he held onto for dear, wonderful life.

Blitzwing kissed him like it was his job to -steady and focused. Drawing the little bot near with his other hand circling loosely around his middle. Ensuring escape was impossible, making Bee’s engines rumble at the sheer possessiveness of it all.

It lasted longer than the other ‘Bots would have comfortably allowed -as if they’d allow any of it- but thankfully, they weren’t here, and nothing was getting in the way of sharing his first kiss with his totally-just-a-friend in this glorious, consuming moment. Grabbing pathetically against whatever he could get a hold of, though there was far too much of the other bot to keep a solid grip.

Blitzwing pulled away looking pale and flushed and angry about what he’d just done -and more angry than anything that’d he’d just had to *stop* what he was doing. Optics sweeping over the lithe frame before him, drinking in the disheveled sight, and tending with the pinch and pull of their unchecked fields against one another.

The absolute scandal.

He cycled through faces for a moment before settling back to blue.

“You’re kind of, *huff*, you’re kind of erratic today.” Bumblebee warbled out, sucking air down his intake and opening his overworked vents even wider.

Blitzwing looked thoroughly abashed, likely coming to terms with what he’d just done, and how worryingly committed he already was to doing it all again.

“I am.... working through a lot of... zings at ze moment....”

Fair enough- Bumblebee was working out how willing he was exactly to die like that, if the triple changer ever tried it that enthusiastically again.

Cheeks burning with Energon, the bug was just audacious enough -big surprise- to smile like *he’d* been the one to kiss Blitzwing off his pedes.

“Was I, like, any good?” Bumblebee breathed out, eager for some undeserved praise. It was his first, *first* kiss after all, and he’d like some feedback that it was as powerful and dizzying for Blitzwing as it’d absolutely been for him.

If his tanks were still flipping from it, engine charged.

Blitzwing was really good at pretending to be unbothered, though, and simply shrugged, nonplussed. The pinnacle of indifference and a bigger killjoy than Optimus.

“Oh, c’mon! Tell me you weren’t swooning in my arms just then!” Bumblebee flapped uselessly. He could feel his faceplate heat for a more infuriating reason now.

Blitzwing did smile then.

“On ze contrary, Bug. Jou were swooning into *me*.”

There was an undeniable victory in making even a substantially weaker frame as Bumblebee’s giddy and desperate for his attentions. His sway over the little minibot so great, his skill so unmatched.

Blitzwing felt heady and far too full of himself then -considering he’d surely have Megatron to answer to later, when he inevitably smelled the little Autobot’s scent on his frame. But Blitzwing felt too blissed out in that moment to worry about anything else than drawing his favorite little hellion back into another mesmerizing kiss.

Bumblebee was still pouting at him when he swooped down, face clicking into place as Random, and stealing another kiss off the bot.

Bumblebee tensed, but melted quickly. Already growing accustomed to the feel of the larger mech against him. Blitzwing felt pride swell in his chassis.

Bumblebee made an utterly adorable noise when the tingle of fangs slipped over his lip and startled him -the giant coaxing him back to relax with little effort. Blitzwing could do this for fragging ever, and he *would* have, if their audience hadn’t chosen that moment to make themselves known.

“Ahem.”

Bumblebee’s optics flew open, and a scowl pulled his little lip plates right off of Blitzwing’s, causing the other’s mood to dampen considerably. He rather liked having the minibot glued to him.

“Uggghhh...” Bee moaned turning towards Prowl of all the nosy, self righteous bots to act as his chaperone.

“You just *had* to rain on my parade, didn’t you?”

Prowl looked as if *he* was the one who was in the wrong for sneaking kisses with his new totally-just-a-friend the moment they got some long awaited privacy. When, really, who hadn’t seen this coming? Optimus had swiftly given up on correcting him the moment he’d made his obscure confession.

“Jealous?!” Bumblebee quipped, knowing full well what the real issue was.

Prowl didn’t rise to the bait -and he didn’t look particularly devious then, either. His expression softening after a moment inflicting that woefully condemning stare he’d long mastered on the little mech.

Bee softened, too.

“You’re not gonna tell on us... Are you?” He asked, looking defeated for a mech that’d felt like he’d been on top of the world just moments ago.

But before Prowl could answer, Blitzwing was standing back at his full height, placing a single pede down in front of Bumblebee and blocking him from view.

“Zis vas my doing,” He explained, calmly placing a servo to his chest. Doing actually pretty decently at being a lying ‘Con, considering how this looked. How it’d look to bigoted, out of touch council bots, anyway.

“Bumblebee vasn’t given a choice. I took ze initiative to-“

“No, the frag he didn’t!” Bee squealed from behind his pede, ducking out from under it and leveling his teammate with a challenging glare.

“*I* made the first move, because *I’m* the braver one!”

“Bug-“

“So what, anyway?!” Bee shrieked.

“I kissed him, *and I liked it*! You gonna tell on us or not, Prowl!? Huh!? Huh!?”

Blitzwing was physically having to restrain himself from shaking sense into the naggy little ant. It was *his* job to do the protecting. The flare of Energon in his cheeks made that defense difficult, though.

But Prowl simply shook his helm ‘no’, the first blessed mercy he’d *ever* spared for Bumblebee.

What had gotten into everybody, as of late?

Bumblebee’s little shoulders slumped, servos uncrossing. Prowl didn’t look like he was joking, though -not that the ninja bot knew how to.

“You’ve done nothing explicitly wrong.” Prowl said then to calm him. Which was a lie.

“We are at peace.” Which they officially weren’t.

“Our factions are making an effort to.... come together.” Was that an innuendo?

Bee should come over and roundhouse kick him back to his senses -or make his sturdy new boyfriend do it.

This was some kind of trap, obviously.

*Obviously*.

“So, you’re fine with *this*, as long as we’re all ‘friends’?” Bumblebee used finger quotes, realizing a little too late the notion held a double meaning he wasn’t sure the other party would find agreeable. Blitzwing didn’t comment, though.

“You’re oversimplifying things.” Prowl said with half a shrug. Too cool to commit.

“I see no problem, so long as we’re all on neutral terms with one another.”

He waited just long enough for the words to sink in, and keep Bumblebee from making another fuss. Hopefully satisfied with his cryptic answer that he wouldn’t rat on him.

He turned away from the pair, having done and said whatever he needed to -which apparently had just been wanting to embarrass Bumblebee and remind him of their circumstance.

Which, newsflash, none of them needed reminding. Snooty, fragging spoilsport.

There was, of course, the chance he’d come to make himself known so as to blackmail Bee into doing something *responsible* later. That was equally as plausible.

Oh, how Prowl loved to bend the truth, when it best suited him.

Bumblebee didn’t get another moment to cast blazing hot optics his way before his partner in crime was encasing him with a servo again and bringing him back into a solid chest. All thoughts of how terribly this would blow up in his face later swallowed up by the unbearable heat of the other’s engines beginning to stir.

To pit with the repercussions, Bee was so totally telling Optimus *all* about this later. Who could resist gossiping about making out with a threat level: obscene war machine? One that was so good at kissing, too.

His leader might like to know that, for once, whatever their futures held, it’d be something worth that delicate hope he clung so carefully to. That he’d no longer need to be afraid to let it grow.

And it’d come with a lot more dashing Decepticons to talk about at odd hours of the night.

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Well, it only took me two months to post this thing. There’s been so much chaos in my life right now, time keeps slipping away from me. But this fandom is everything I love with people in it I love hearing from!

I’m so glad I accidentally fell into transformers hell of all things.

I hope this was a fun read, and you delighted in me embarrassing myself. I can’t stop, it seems. Garbagezombie thank you for the message, I hope you liked this💕 you made me feel super good at doing my transformers things, and that means a lot 🥺💖

#Strong language is used quite often #Strong themes like violence and war #Megop #Blitzbee #Tfa #Transformers Animated #Boys flirting and being shy✨Kissing #Some drama here and there but mostly embarrassing fluff #Cultural differences- both factions are guilty of this and sometimes it’s downright pandering (looking at Blitzwing here) #Enemies to friends to couples #Tfa Optimus is canonically destructive and heinous at times so he is here too #Everyone in this is flawed but it’s met with forgiveness and feelings because they fight amongst each other and make up a lot in the show-b #Megatron and Blitzwing learning to have a heart #Bumblebee and Optimus have a spat and both act childishly at one point because it happens to the best of us- it definitely happens to me #Blitzwing is more emotionally stable than either of them✨as a treat #Strika ruins Megatron for being stupid #Starscream being garbage- and not the good garbage like you Zombie 🥺 #Trans Femme Starscream #Optimus Primes penchant for feeling guilty and blaming himself for everything➖Megatron makes it better #I write the boy boys like my aggressive shouty babies because everyone in that show including Sentinel is one so

[cosmics-beings]

okay but sparkling hcs like idw optimus and starscream having a sparkling (or sparklings) and them being introduced to both earth and cybertronian culture since Optimus jumps back and forth. (They also probably have earth names) Or at least one of their children staying on earth with optimus and the other staying with starscream (and they switch around). in this point in these aus, starscream and optimus already have a good relationship and are conjunuxed, though not a lot of people know. but their children just are switched between them every so often.

i also have a lot of hcs before this like they both help each other with their insecurities, optimus works starscream into becoming a better leader and through optimus having hope in him, they fall in love and then start their family.optimus is always more outwardly insecure and starscream does what he can to help him. also hcs where they survive unicron and find one another again - yes double the angst and family.

#starop #starscream #optimus prime #optimus is like a very shy sire but he's good and the kids love him.

[botmilf]

Headcanon: Optimus in every continuity LOVES hugs. But he’s too shy to ask for them. So when he does get hugs, he cuddles into it.

#maccadam #transformers prime #transformers #Optimus prime

[petitelepus]

How about a the a second part of the fluttershy female bot where she gets kidnapped by starscream but he ends up falling for her beauty and kind nature

"So?" Starscream smirked as he leaned against the wall with one arm, his attempt to look charming or even cool, "What Decepticon has to do to learn your name?"

"P- please?" You stuttered nervously, "Can I go back home?"

"Where is this home of yours?" He grinned, "Maybe I could take you there?"

"N- no thank you…" You scowled, not wanting to reveal the location of AllSpark fragments.

"I can manage on my own, i- if you could just untie me?" You asked as you looked down at the heavy chains he has used to tie you and stop you from flying away.

"Oh, you're so funny! Beautiful and funny! What are possibly my chances with you?" He laughed before looking at you more seriously,.

"Seriously speaking, do as I ask, and once I rule the galaxies as the rightful leader of the Decepticons I will make you my queen."

"I- I'm flattered…" You swallowed nervously, "B- but…"

"But?" Starscream raised an optical ridge.

"Y- You…"

"Yes?" Now he was getting his hopes up-!

"Y- You…!"

"YES?"

"You aren't my type!" You exclaimed out loud.

Silence fell into the room and you could see Starscream petrify and rumble like a stone statue.

"What!?" He screamed, making you yelp, "I'm sorry, but you aren't my type!"

"Have you seen me?!" He shouted, "I'm gorgeous!"

"I see it, but I like-!" You were about to yell when the two of you heard sirens closing in.

You immediately perked up, hearing that Autobots had managed to pinpoint your location and had came to rescue you.

"Optimus-!" You were about to shout but Starscream quickly sneaked behind you and slammed his hand over your mouth.

"Silence! I'm not giving you up so easily! You're coming with m-MEEEE!"

You cut him off by biting his servo as hard as you could and the Decepticon jumped as far as he could from you.

"You bit me!" He screamed and that is when Team Prime burst into the abandoned warehouse.

"It's over Starscream!" Optimus shouted as he picked up his battle ax and rest of the Team Prime got ready to fight alongside their fearless leader.

"Optimus!" You cried out as you smiled hopefully.

The Decepticon holding you hostage cursed under his breath while still holding his hurt servo.

"This isn't over! Mark my word, I will get her to worship me!" Starscream shouted as he transformed and took off through the broken roof.

"Come back here and fight like a Mech!" Bumblebee shouted after the Decepticon, but he was long gone.

Optimus rushed to your side and used his ax to carefully break your shackles. As soon as you were free, you jumped and hugged the Autobot leader.

"I was so afraid!" You cried out against his chassis, but when you pulled back, you were smiling, "But I knew you would come and save me."

"You aren't hurt, are you?" He asked and you shook your helm but Optimus either way asked Ratchet to take a look at you.

While the old medic checked you, you looked at Optimus with hearts in your optics. Maybe you had a type…?

#shy reader #transformers #reader #transformers animated #writing #starscream #optimus #optimus prime #tfa #I got little bit Shirahoshi vibes from Reader #ENJOY! #Anon

[kitsunefox1108]

Tfp Optimus Prime and Megatron with a gn cybertonian reader who's shameless at flirting with him but if he ever flirts back? They are a flustered mess

OPTIMUS PRIME he is quite shy in this regard, and just looks away when you flirt. It's… hard for him to take it.

However, when he tried to flirt back and saw your reaction, you noticed his soft smile as he noticed how flustered you are. MEGATRON he may be annoyed at first by your flirting. He asked you to stop, but you never stopped doing it.

However, once he teases you back and sees how flustered you are, he will use it often…and sometimes tease you before you tease him.

#tfp imagine #tfp x reader #transformers x reader #transformers prime x reader #transformers x reader #optimus prime x reader #megatron x reader

[spikezonebby]

Hi again, sorry i mess it i hope it is right now ^^, a request for song fics could you with tfp optimus prime with the song Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello - Señorita with a fem!human!reader, genre to Romance?

Senorita - TFP!Optimus Prime/Fem!Human!Reader

Word count: 1,672

Your first meeting had actually been entirely an accident. Optimus knew some humans had an affinity for vehicles, and you were one of them. Even a Prime can only take so much fawning over his grill, rims, or decals before he gets flustered and ends up blowing his cover.

That set the tone pretty well for how your entire relationship with Optimus was going to go. The other Autobots treated their leader with all the grace and dignity deserved of a Prime, but you never let the great title dictate how you treated Optimus. You weren’t ever afraid to speak your mind or ask questions. You questioned his commands, not to undermine him but to genuinely understand and clarify. 

You seemed to find everything Optimus said fascinating, and when he’d watch you he could see the inner gears of your mind chugging along. Picking apart his words and always seeming to know exactly what was on his mind, even when he himself wasn’t entirely sure. You were the probing sort, someone Ratchet often found meddlesome and too-like Miko, but there was a grace to your inquiries. 

Optimus was, perhaps, somewhat shy to admit that he liked it when you asked about his past. Especially when you would ask about the moments that weren’t so great or grave, like his walk home in the evenings from the Hall of Records or his favorite small pleasures. There was something warm, familiar, even humbling to the idea that your two lives weren’t too different.

You used to work at a bookstore and did its inventory, spending hours organizing piles upon piles of books. He would spend cycles listening and sorting through videos and audio files to archive them in their appropriate places. You’d stop on your way home and get a donut and coffee. He’d occasionally indulge and get himself a slice of chrome-alloy cake.

Optimus did not consider himself a poet, nor any other kind of lyrical savant, but he would describe the closeness he felt to you as… magnetic. He found his gaze drawn to you in the room, your laugh made his spark skip in his chassis, and even the persistent hum of the matrix seemed more at ease around you. 

He wondered if, maybe, you knew what you did to him. It certainly seemed like you knew when you’d come close to him and lay on the lower portion of his chassis, just beneath his windshield. It seemed like you knee when you’d find a quiet moment to rest with him in his seldom-used quarters, your whole tiny body level with his face. For someone who could fit in the palm of his servo, you liked to make your physical presence known and tangible. 

He couldn’t say he minded. In fact, that was a thing that brought quite a bit of distress to the poor Prime’s mind in the moments that should be peaceful. The longer he knew you, the more enthralling the pull became. He found himself wondering if you’d hate it if he curled his servo around you, cupping you between his digits like a treasure. He thinks about the scent of your skin and the warmth of your body, should you finally close the distance between them.

You were human. You were fragile. Leaders weren’t built to have fragile things, but protect them regardless.

But he still wanted you. Enough to forgo the logical sense he had to distance himself and instead, let you keep invading his space and his mind. He couldn’t bring himself to stop this.

Not when you invited yourself into his quarters, shimmied your way up to the space on his berth right beside his neck cables and jaw, and built your own little nest of blankets and pillows there. Not when you had so much faith in him, and talked to him about all of the soft things he thought they’d killed in this war.

“That’s Neocybex, right?” You ask, snuggled up beside his audial as he laid on his back, both of you looking on up at the data pad he had in his servos. He pauses in his scrolling through, balancing the stylus in his grip as he tilts the data pad further for you to read.

“Some of it is. Other parts, like here,” He scrolls down, “Are Primal Vernacular.”

“A different dialect or a different language wholly?”

“Neither. Primal Vernacular was the predecessor of the Neocybex all Cybertronians came to speak in modern times. When I was given the Matrix of Leadership and all of its knowledge, I was also gifted the ability to speak and read this ancient Cybertronian language. I find it easier, sometimes, to take notes in.”

You sit up a little, bracing yourself with a hand on his cheek vent. “So you’re the only one that knows how to speak it?”

“Most likely.” Optimus admits, somewhat sullen, “Even before the war, it was considered a dead language on Cybertron. Transcriptions existed of people speaking the language but as Neocybex became more common, it simply was lost to time.”

You hum, and leaning this close to them, he can feel the way the small sound rumbles up through your chest.

“Teach me. At least a word or two. Something I can remember.”

“You wish to learn Neocybex? I do not know if your organic vocalizer can reproduce the sound.”

“No, no! Primal Vernacular! The letters almost remind me of… Arabic. That’s a human language so, surely I can wrap my head around some of that.”

His spark warms at that, your enthusiasm contagious. It couldn’t hurt to attempt it, it would be a good excuse to brush up on his own pronunciation.

“Ṣdyq,” He begins. “It means ‘friend.’ And if you begin it with Rjl, it becomes ‘brother.’”

“Oh so it has different rules than Earth’s version of Arabic.”

“Yes. It is fascinating, is it not? That humans have taken such an old language and made it their own?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of nice in a way. Makes things feel less…” You fish around in your thoughts for the proper word, then hum. “Lonely. Yeah. So… Rjl… Ṣdyq… means ‘brother.’ How do you say ‘sister,’ then?”

Optimus’ lip plates quirk into the shallow shape of a smile, spark warmed by your botched attempt to match his pronunciation. 

“The translations of the words are different based on their cultural meanings. Cybertronians are very rarely forged with siblings, so ‘brother’ means something closer to ‘ally.’ A feminine version of the word didn’t appear until very late, when femmes started to become more prominent. It was very rarely used though, mostly due to the… intimate implications of the word. I once listened to an interview with a linguist on the matter and he theorized that it was coined initially by Megatronus Prime of the Thirteen, as a term of endearment Solus Prime. It’s ‘Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq.’”

Now that has you fascinated.  Optimus often chose his words carefully, using them as a tool for peace and command just as often as he used his own two servos. With you, conversation came easier. Optimus only had a select few people whom he knew and trusted to allow him to talk so easily.

You stood up, keeping one hand against his jaw as you walked around him. He could feel you use him to steady your steps as you hoisted yourself up onto his neck cables. You were so light he hardly felt the pressure at all. Instinctively his servo came down to gently cup behind your back, fearing you might fall off.

“What are you doing?” He asks, but he doesn’t sound irritated. Worried maybe, curious mostly.

“I want to see the way your mouth moves when you say those words.”

It’s an innocent goal, he insists it is. A request to turn on his first level of cooling fans pops up on his HUD view. He almost denies it, then worries that he might grow too warm for you to touch. In the end he does allow them to kick on and wholly misses the way it makes you smirk.

“Come on, boss. Say ‘em.” You coax, resting your folded arms against his chin, “Please?”

Optimus looks down past his nose, examining your face as his fans cycle a little faster. Right, it would be rude to refuse you whatever small teaching aid he could offer. Even if it was unorthodox.

“Ṣdyq.” He says. You lean forward a bit, watching the way his lips move with every sound. “‘Friend.’”

“Uh-huh.”

“Rjl Ṣdyq.” You reach out and trail your tiny fingers across his bottom lip. Optimus loses his train of thought.

“Which means?” You prompt him, feigning forgetfulness.

“Ah, ‘ally.’” He can see the way you bounce a little when he swallows the thick lump forming in the back of his intake.

“Cool, cool.” When had you gotten so close to him? And it didn’t seem like you minded at all as you even used his servo balancing you from behind to boost yourself up and lay across the flat plane of his chin. 

He says your name softly. His data pad is forgotten in favor of clutching onto the tarp and padding on the berth beneath him.

“And what’s the last one?”

“Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq,” When had he started to feel so breathless? Like his fans weren’t cycling enough air.

“Mmmhm… I like that one. There’s something about the way you say it. Say it again, please?”

“Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq,” He says again, just so he can hear the joy on your voice when you giggle, “Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq. And it means– mhm?”

Before he can even finish his statement, your small, warm lips press to his bottom lip, silencing him quicker and easier than even the sound of blaster fire. His servo cups closer behind you and he knows he should stop this, he knows he doesn’t deserve this, but you make it so, so clear you want to give it to him.

And in the end… who was he to deny his Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq?

#transformers #request fill #transformers prime #tfp optimus prime #tfp optimus x reader #thank you for requesting!! #song fic #tfp x reader #reader insert #yes the words are arabic i dont speak it but its an alien dialect in this case so plz believe me i mean no offense #WOO actually wrote a kiss this time #optimus prime #optimus prime x reader

[ilovefoodwithallmylife]

Transformers Bayverse Autobots x Human reader (Crush and Confession Headcanons Part 2)

"How would they react to themselves crushing on a human? And how would they confess?"

Characters: Bayverse Bumblebee, Sideswipe, Hound, Hot rod, Crosshairs.

A/N: I made a part 2 since I promised it💞, I'm so sorry that this took so long for me to do, my motivation was aft and I had a lot of schoolwork to do😭🤧.

And an anonymous person said that they would love to see more Bee x Reader content. I don't find their ideal bad, so I went along with it, and to the Anon who says that they want more Bee Content. Hope this won't disappoint I didn't know what continuity you wanted, so I went with Bayverse when Bumblebee didn't get back his voice yet, hope you'll understand, and as I said in my other Bay Autobots x Human Reader post, they might seem OOC because I haven't watched the movies for a long time. GIFs do not belong to me credits go to the original creators. (Some of them were found on Google)

This is the first part of this post if you are interested read:

Warnings: I suppose Potential Movie Spoilers from 1-5, Cursing, Mention of Violence/Fighting but nothing too detailed or Gorey, Death, and, Getting in Trouble, Some parts for others may look short-, Teasing/Flirting, Jealousy, Kissing,  Miscommunication or Awkward Situations (On Hot Rod's Part), Injuries, Crack, Fluff, and, Angst.

Bumblebee;

•When the young scout finds himself gaining a crush on you, he's in denial, but at the same time, he feels willing to ask you out.

•But he'll mostly lean on the part where he refuses to acknowledge his feelings for you.

•The reason why is that, being betrayed and hunted down by humans, and having other disturbing events he doesn't want to remember, gave him slight trust issues.

•You might take might advantage of his status, You won't feel the same way, You might not want to hang out with him anymore, You might hurt him or worse, betray him and leave him to have experimented on by humans who hunt them down...

•But at the same time, Bumblebee feels willing to tell you, his crush on you. He wants to ask Optimus for advice but he knows that he's strict and will forbid it.

•And Primus, Bee doesn't want to receive Prime's disappointed look at him, it would feel horrible. He respected Optimus for years and he has done the same thing.

•However, keeping his feelings to himself won't help. You need to know how he feels, besides if Bee hides his crush well, it won't be a good thing to experience if he ever decides to pretend that he doesn't like you.

•Since he doesn't have his voice with him, Bumblebee would use sweet lovesongs to tell you how he feels. Are you surprised by this? Well, not really, you've seen how a bit obvious his intentions are of courting you.

•Eitherways you're happy with him, and you accept his confession. Making the young bot very happy. If he was in his Mass Displacement or Holoform, he'd carry you and do a little spin out of joy.

•While still being careful to not hurt you. Spending time together is just having fun. For example, if a favorite song of both of yours plays, you both dance cheerfully. And if he's using Holoform or Mass Displacement he'd hold you, he'd say how much he loves you and swears to protect you with all his life. <3

Sideswipe; 

•To be honest, he's a flirt or a tease, he's a bit of a player just for fun, but with no intentions to hurt someone However, when he gains feelings for someone and their genuine? Sideswipe gets flustered.

•He just gives me those vibes where the cocky character says they'd make their love interest fall for them first, but instead they're the ones who fall for their love interest first-

•Sideswipe still haves his cocky attitude with him, but really when he's with you, it slightly becomes clear how he likes you-

•This mech had so many attempts to ask you out, but it just ends up with him being too shy and flustered to tell you. One time, he got very angry with himself that he tried to demolish the wall-🤦‍♀️

•And you know that it didn't end well for him...Sideswipe dented his pede pretty badly which caused him to have an injury where he couldn't walk properly. He also came up with some scrappy excuse to Ratchet for his actions, but the medic just sighed, already knowing what was going on.

•But, let's just say after some time he finally has the courage to ask you out. While he admits his feelings for you, the bot had a bit of Energon-blush on his faceplates, and he slightly stutters his words.

•Are you shocked? Just like Bumblebee, you're not very surprised. After seeing his attempts to try to tell you his feelings, it looked quite clear of Sideswipe's intentions.

•When you accept his confession, he's more than surprised, he wasn't expecting you to look back, but is very glad that you didn't reject him! Sideswipe would feel embarrassed if you did decline his offer.

•On how you spend time together, is sometimes getting into silly shenanigans. You guys would get into trouble together, something like badly cropped photos of Lennox around the base, and it's almost everywhere-

•Of course, you both are going to be scolded for pranking around the area, you two are in trouble together. But hey, it's better to be with someone you love when you do silly things. <3 (Hopefully Lennox doesn't get too upset from seeing unflattering pictures of him :/)

Hound:

•Um, now this is unexpected to find out...Hound won't be all shy and flustered or be in so much denial of his emotions for you. He'd just be a bit taken back of himself when he finds out about his crush on you.

•He'd still be the same mech around you though, you don't see him being nervous or flustered when he talks to you. But, he does feel a warm feeling in his spark when you laugh at his jokes.

•Hound is not one for adoring or complimenting one's looks, but seeing you smile or being happy makes him feel secure that you're safe from harm and danger. Also, he's always the first one to save you from getting hurt when he fights his enemies.

•One day, Izabella noticed how protective he is over you. So when she gets the chance to talk to him, she asks Hound.

•"Hey Hound!" She calls out to him, the Green mech then looks at the young girl and says "Oh hey kid, anything ya need?" Hound talks "No not really, but I do have a question!" Izabella answers "Then, go ahead I guess." "Alright, so do you have a crush on (Name)?"

•When Izabella asks him that question, his optics slightly widen. He'd look away for a while then he'd grumble in reply, "Well, maybe." Izabella just then happily encourages him to tell his feelings for you, after hearing Hound's statement.

•As time passes, Hound tells you his confession. He admits he's not the best sparkmate out there for you but is willing to be with you. Are you taken back by this? Hell yeah, you are-

•He was able to keep his composure with you, and now he tells you that he wants to ask you out. You're more than stunned- And when you accept his offer, he'd just let out a small chuckle of relief and would just gently carry you on his servo to hold you, with your permission.

•I'd say how you two spend time together is maybe training to defend yourself or teaching you how to use some weapons or how to create them. On the other hand, you'd just talk to each other.

•While he'd just pulling a few jokes randomly- But you're still happy to chat together, being in company together already makes you both grateful. <3

Hot Rod;

•Oh, now he is a flustered mess. As much as he tries to be a suave smooth-talking gentlemech, he miserably fails in doing so.

•When he realizes that he gained romantic feelings for you, his playful personality somehow falters. In summary, he becomes such a dork.

•I know that he makes up good pick-up lines to try and woo you, but they end up seeming awkward and strange, and his words would be fumbled in the end.

•Poor Hot Rod is not getting help from anyone. Cogman has a good day, he will just watch things and how they'll play out, he sees this as prime entertainment for himself. Sir Burton is no better, he also sees this as amusement at what's happening to Hot Rod, he'd even hold back and hide his giggles when he sees him try to impress you, but ends up failing.

•Hot Rod starts to act a little out of character, he seems almost shy to even talk to you. And when you ask a simple "Are you ok?" Or "Is everything alright?"

•Ha, he's a bit flustered about how you're concerned for him, he'll even answer nervously, which is only going to make things more complicated for the both of you. 

•Once he gets the opportunity to tell you his feelings, he'll try to be all relaxed and be a gentlemech. But when he confesses, his words end up being stuttered.

•You weren't very stunned to find that out, seeing him act all, nervous and how he tries to get with you, made things clear.

•He feels relieved after you accept his confession, he was all pent-up and stressed with his feelings, so it was hard for him to tell you, but thank Primus it's already done.

•You and Hot Rod would spend time together on fancy dates. When he uses his holoform or Mass Displacement, he'll act like a gentleman. He'd be the type to be the one who'd open the door and treat you like a princess, just for you. Or just have a peaceful picnic date, he'd even get you your favorite flowers as a gift. <3

Crosshairs;

•Oh my goodness, we have another tsundere- He's in great denial. He'd hide his feelings with his normal cocky act especially when he's with you.

•He pretends to not care about you. But Primus he really does. Crosshairs would even be jealous if you're being a bit too close with another mech beside him. Yep, he's this jealous.

•Since he pretends to not care, he'd just scoff and would be "Whatever." but deep inside he feels jealousy. Especially if you're with Bumblebee or Drift.

•Crosshairs would be the type to show off his skills towards you to get your attention on him while being a flirt.

•He's not a fan of humans, and won't be the best guardian for a human if he was assigned to protect one. However, when it comes to you, he's so protective. It even looks like he has special treatment only for you- Which kinda causes Cade to be annoyed since we saw how he acts on TF4-.

•But again, since he's not accepting the fact that he loves you. The other Autobots would have to be the ones to confess their feelings for you. Another way how he'll confess his crush on you himself is when you face a situation where you almost die.

•And at that moment he'd tell you right there how he likes no, loves you. He then promises to be stronger to protect you. Despite his teasing nature, he can be sweet.

•You're very astounded by his confession and how at times he can be, thoughtful. But you feel contented with his confession and you accept. It caused Crosshairs to be shocked but he'd hide it by with flirting you and being a teasing mech. But really, he feels good that you like him as well.

•When you both have free time together, Crosshairs would drive you around while he lets you play your favorite music. Or you two would annoy Drift- It's a thing you've both done since you were friends.

•He doesn't admit but, he loves it when you guys cuddle. Though, he'd be so clingy and would give you lots of kisses. And no he does not give a single scrap if he has to do something, this mech not leaving you. What an afthole, but he's yours. <3

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