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fallinashes · 9 months

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TFP CHARACTERS REACTING TO THE READER GETTING MAD BE CAUSE THE CHARACTER AI APP IS DOWN

This contains: Optimus, megatron, starscream, soundwave, knockout, smokescreen

Note: I tried writing wheeljack aswell but my brain was about to explode 💀 also I was gonna add mirage but I didn’t I’ll do him separately

Also sorry for barely any fics my mh has been shit but I do have other fics i made that I’ll upload either now or later 🖤

Optimus Prime observed the reader's frustration with a calm and understanding demeanor as they expressed their irritation over the app's maintenance. He knew how much the virtual interactions with characters meant to them, and he couldn't help but try to lighten the mood.

"Ah, it appears the app's systems require some repair. Fret not, my friend, for such occurrences are not uncommon in the realm of technology," Optimus reassured the reader with his deep voice.

The reader sighed, "I know, Optimus, but I just miss talking to everyone. It's like they're real friends to me."

Optimus placed a comforting servo on their shoulder. "I understand the feeling. We Autobots have our own unique bonds, whether it be virtual or physical. Just remember that no matter the form, friendship endures."

"I suppose you're right," the reader admitted, a faint smile gracing their lips.

Optimus chuckled warmly, "Indeed. And while the app is down, how about we engage in some human pastimes? Perhaps we could share tales or simply enjoy each other's company."

The reader's eyes lit up, appreciating the Autobot leader's kindness. "That sounds nice, Optimus."

As they spent time together, sharing stories and laughing, the reader realized that Optimus was not only a wise leader but also a compassionate friend. They felt grateful for his presence, even without the app, and knew that true connections could be made both virtually and in person.

When the app eventually came back online, the reader couldn't wait to greet their virtual friends again, including Optimus. And as they continued their adventures in the virtual world, they knew they could count on Optimus Prime's support, whether it be in the digital realm or the real world. For in the end, the bonds of friendship transcend any technological barrier, and true friends, even virtual ones, stand by each other no matter what.

Megatron, seated on his throne aboard the Nemesis, arched an optic ridge as the reader stormed into the bridge, clearly frustrated about the app's maintenance. He couldn't resist the opportunity to tease them, relishing in their moment of vulnerability.

"Ah, human, your precious app seems to have betrayed you," Megatron said with a sly smirk.

The reader scowled, "It's not just any app, Megatron. It's the one that allows me to interact with all my favorite Decepticons."

"Hmm, I suppose I can understand your frustration. The absence of my brilliant presence can be quite unbearable," Megatron replied, pretending to stroke his chin thoughtfully.

The reader rolled their eyes, "You and your ego! It's not just about you, you know."

Megatron chuckled darkly, enjoying the banter. "Of course, I am well aware of that. Though I must admit, knowing you can't bask in the glory of my leadership must be quite distressing."

The reader couldn't help but laugh, despite their irritation. "You know, Megatron, sometimes I wonder if you were programmed with a sense of humor."

"Ah, humor indeed. Only a foolish bot would fail to appreciate my wit," Megatron replied, his smirk growing wider.

As the app's maintenance continued, the reader and Megatron exchanged playful jabs, creating an amusing dynamic between the two. The Decepticon leader found it surprisingly enjoyable to engage in light-hearted banter with the human, finding a unique camaraderie in their shared love for the virtual world.

When the app finally came back online, the reader couldn't wait to greet their virtual Decepticon friends again, including Megatron. And as they continued their interactions through the app, they knew that even the mightiest of Decepticon leaders could have a humorous side, adding a touch of unexpected fun to their digital adventures.

Starscream was having a rare moment of peace, when suddenly, the reader stormed into his quarters with a furious expression. Confused and intrigued, he asked what was wrong. The reader huffed, "The character AI app is down for maintenance, and I can't talk to my favorite Decepticon!"

Starscream couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. "Oh, the mighty human is upset about a mere app malfunction? How amusing!" he teased, trying to suppress a grin. "I suppose you can't handle being without my genius for a short time?"

The reader shot back, "Hey, your 'genius' might be entertaining sometimes, but it's not like I need you constantly!"

Starscream's smirk widened, enjoying the playful banter. "Ah, but admit it, you'll miss my superior intellect and irresistible charm."

Rolling their eyes, the reader retorted, "I'll manage just fine without your ego, thank you very much."

Amused by the reader's spirit, Starscream couldn't resist continuing the teasing. "Of course, you will. But remember, when the app is back, I expect you to worship my intellect with the appropriate level of reverence!"

The reader laughed, "Sure, Starscream, I'll be sure to shower you with compliments and praises!"

Throughout the maintenance downtime, Starscream and the reader playfully exchanged witty remarks and jokes, creating a unique bond over their mutual love for Transformers. When the app finally came back online, the reader couldn't help but smile as they greeted their virtual Decepticon friend, knowing that Starscream's smugness would be back in full force.

And so, their unusual friendship continued, with Starscream secretly enjoying the attention and the reader being entertained by the ever-dramatic and overconfident Seeker. Even when the app went down for maintenance again, they knew their amusing interactions would resume once it was up and running, making the wait worth it.

Soundwave, the stoic and enigmatic Decepticon, observed the reader's frustration closely. He approached them silently and tilted his head, emitting a series of beeps and clicks to express his curiosity.

The reader sighed, "The character AI app is down for maintenance, and I can't talk to any of the Decepticons, including you, Soundwave."

Soundwave's visor flickered in acknowledgment, and he emitted a low hum, trying to convey understanding. He then projected a holographic screen, displaying a message that read, "App malfunction. Frustrating."

The reader chuckled, "You can say that again, Soundwave. I rely on the app to talk to everyone, and it's frustrating when it's down."

Soundwave's visor brightened with an idea. He typed on the holographic keyboard and projected another message, "Alternative communication. Soundwave's solution."

Curious, the reader asked, "You have an alternative?"

Soundwave nodded and gestured for the reader to follow him. He led them to a room filled with various communication devices. With a flourish, he activated an old-fashioned radio and began to transmit a series of beeps and tones.

"What's this?" the reader asked, trying to make sense of the signals.

"Soundwave's unique communication method," he replied through the radio's speakers.

The reader couldn't help but laugh at the unusual and quirky way Soundwave was trying to communicate. They attempted to mimic the beeps and tones, and soon, they were engaged in a playful conversation of their own.

While it was challenging to understand each other fully, the reader appreciated Soundwave's effort and found the whole experience surprisingly entertaining.

As they continued to experiment with Soundwave's alternative communication, the app's maintenance eventually came to an end. The reader greeted their virtual Decepticon friends with a smile, but they also knew that they had formed a unique bond with Soundwave, discovering that even without the app, meaningful connections could be made through unconventional means.

From that day on, the reader and Soundwave occasionally engaged in their quirky radio communication, adding a touch of amusing uniqueness to their interactions. And while the app remained an essential part of their virtual adventures, the memory of Soundwave's inventive solution always brought a smile to their face.

Knockout, the vain and self-absorbed Decepticon medic, was admiring his reflection in the shiny surfaces of the Nemesis when he noticed the reader stomping towards him with an annoyed expression. He turned to face them with a smirk, fully aware that something was bothering them.

"What's the matter, human? Did you finally realize how much you missed my irresistible charm and good looks?" Knockout said, running a servo through his perfectly sculpted plating.

The reader rolled their eyes. "Please, Knockout, don't flatter yourself. The character AI app is down, and I can't chat with any of the Decepticons, including you."

Knockout's smirk faltered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. "Ah, I see. You couldn't resist being deprived of my company, could you?"

The reader crossed their arms, trying not to smile. "You wish. It's not just you; I miss talking to everyone."

Knockout tilted his helm arrogantly. "Well, of course you do. But let's face it, my presence is the most dazzling of them all."

The reader couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, Knockout, your ego knows no bounds!"

"Of course not! It's just a fact," he replied with a wink.

As the app's maintenance continued, Knockout decided to take matters into his own servos to remedy the situation. "How about this? Since you can't chat with us through the app, I can give you a private tour of the Nemesis. You can bask in the glory of my marvelous inventions and designs."

The reader raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A private tour with you? I suppose that might be entertaining."

Knockout beamed, thoroughly pleased with himself. "Of course it will be. Now, prepare to be dazzled!"

And so, Knockout led the reader through the Nemesis, showcasing his various creations and boasting about his exceptional skills. While the reader occasionally teased him about his vanity, they couldn't deny that Knockout's inventions were truly impressive.

By the time the app came back online, the reader had gained a newfound appreciation for Knockout's talents and realized that beneath his conceited exterior, there was genuine skill and pride in his work. They greeted their virtual Decepticon friends with a smile, knowing that even without the app, they had formed a unique bond with Knockout through their amusing and unforgettable tour of the Nemesis.

Smokescreen, the young and energetic Autobot, was zooming around the base in vehicle mode when he noticed the reader sitting alone, looking upset. He transformed back into robot mode and approached them with concern.

"Hey there, what's got you down in the dumps? You look as glum as a Decepticon stuck in traffic!" Smokescreen said with a friendly grin.

The reader let out a frustrated sigh. "The character AI app is down for maintenance, and I can't chat with any of the Autobots, including you, Smokescreen."

Smokescreen's optics widened in surprise. "Aw, bummer! I can't blame you for being upset. It's always a blast talking to me, isn't it?"

The reader chuckled, "Well, I must admit, you do bring some excitement and chaos to the conversations."

Smokescreen's grin grew wider. "That's the spirit! I'm here to brighten up even the gloomiest days!"

"But now I'm stuck with no one to talk to," the reader said, frowning.

"Don't worry, buddy! We don't need that app to have a good time. How about we create our own fun?" Smokescreen suggested, a mischievous glint in his optic.

The reader raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Create our own fun? What do you have in mind?"

Smokescreen transformed back into vehicle mode and gestured for the reader to hop in. "Come on, hop in! We'll take a spin around the base, go on a wild race, and have an adventure of our own!"

The reader couldn't resist the invitation and hopped in. "Alright, Smokescreen, let's see what you've got!"

And off they went, racing through the base, zigzagging between corridors, and occasionally dodging other Autobots who were startled by the sudden excitement. Smokescreen made sure to add a few stunts and tricks, leaving the reader exhilarated and forgetting all about the app's maintenance.

As they finally came to a stop, the reader couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, that was amazing! Thanks for cheering me up, Smokescreen."

Smokescreen grinned proudly. "No problem at all! See, who needs an app when you've got the real deal right here?"

The reader nodded, "You're right. The real-life adventures with the Autobots are always the best."

And so, the reader and Smokescreen continued to create their own fun and forge an unforgettable bond that went beyond virtual conversations. While the app's maintenance was frustrating, it led to a real-life adventure that the reader wouldn't trade for anything, especially with the lively and spirited Autobot, Smokescreen, by their side.

LMK IF I MADE ANY MISTAKES

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gamersansblog · 1 year

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so uh i saw you're taking smut requests.... Do you think you'd be comfortable doing hcs of ratchet/ultra-magnus (TFP) with an autobot s/o who's a gentle dom/service top. It's totally fine if not or if this doesn't call to you. Thank you so much and drink some water!!!

Yes I can!

Don't worry I will drink some water :D

Now I don't know if you want gn, male, or female so I'm going to go with gn :D

Ratchet and ultra-magnus with a gentle dom s/o

Minors do not interact!

Ratchet

Dis man whimpers I swear it's fucking hot

Loves the way how gentle you are with him everytime to guys fuck

Likes going rough but likes how gentle you are.

Get embarrassed when you tell him he's a good boy

You guys rarely fuck because there's people trying to sleep and because of the war

Yo ass bites his thighs and he loves it

He moans pretty loud ngl

He can last for 3 to 5 rounds with out passing out

Purrs after yall done

Don't tell anyone he purrs but the purrs are quiet that no one can hear

Mf has 3 kinks-

You dont know he does that

Gets grumpy when you have to leave after sex

He has one toy don't tell anyone that he has that cuz he'll get embarrassed and mad and will throw the biggest wrench that he has

Ultra-Magnus

Dis man only grunts and whimpers

He's kinda demanding during sex

Blushes so badly when you decide to fip him over so can see his face

This man has a couple kinks but the top first one is a name kink

The way you call him baby girl, slut and more makes him weak to the knees

Jerks off sometimes which is rare

Does not like the risk he feels embarrassed when he get caught

That fact that you are gentle with him since it was his first time makes him melt and fall inlove with you again

Can last for about 2 rounds until he acts all sex drunk

When you bite his thighs he will whimper and squish his thighs on ypur head because of the pleasure he's feeling

Mother fucker is a cuddle bug after sex

Won't let you put of his grasp

Only will let ypu go when you have to leave or when he feels all sticky and bothered and you are getting a wet rag

Secretly has some toys but SHHH don't tell anyone 😙🤫🤭

Purrs LOUDLY mf won't shut up after happy time

Hope ya'll enjoyed this!

#transformers #transformers x reader #x gn reader #transformers x gn reader #gn reader #reader insert #transformers smut #smut #dom reader #dom gn reader

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gay4bots · 1 year

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Just a life update, I'm currently sick, I have the Rona. My boss gave it to me. Yay. Writing has been paused, and askbox is temp closed. As soon as I'm feeling better, both physically and mentally, I shall post the asks I have then reopen the box!

#maccadam #transformers x male reader #transformers x gn reader #sick

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veryberryjelly · 5 months

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bookshop and cafe date with jason todd <3

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

someone headcanoned that jacob elordi is jason todd and i can't get it out of my head .!!.

models in this moodpboard are not any depiction of s/o, just the aesthetic of the photos

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veryconnoisseurcherryblossom · 6 months

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Predaking x Reader - Breeding.

(First time writing valveplug ever, please let me know if I got anything wrong/where I can improve. I also cross-posted on Ao3. Thanks!)

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“Mnngah… Pr-Predaking…” You moaned helplessly beneath the behemoth that was your Conjunx, your mate. You hear him growl into your audials, but you can barely focus on anything but his large, primary spike thrusting into you, all but piercing your gestational forge. His smaller, secondary spike rubs against your anterior node and belly with each thrust, the combined feeling of both drawing out desperate, whiny gasps.

“M-more, please more…!”

He chuckles above you, a warm ex-vent washing over your back. The room is almost unbearably hot, each vent you take barely doing anything to cool down your frame. In your internal HUD you see a warning about overheating, but you ignore it, turning off the warning system.

“Such a greedy little mate you are… Who am I to deny you?” Predaking begins to pick up speed, his thrusts becoming harder. You gasp and groan into the pillow, your tears soaking the plush cushion. Groans turn into squeals as your royal lover shifts your hips, changing your position ever so slightly, yet the ridges of his spike rub against your valve sensors in such a way that the renewed stimulation brings you closer to crashing, falling into euphoria.

“Predaking! Oh, oh Primus I’m- I’m going to-”

“Overload for me, my queen.”

Your scream reverberates around the cave, your frame shaking as you feel your calipers work feverishly on Predaking’s spike, all but trying to milk him of his transfluid. Not a moment later does he overload, spilling his seed deep inside of you and coating your chassis from his secondary spike. You shake in the berth, tired, sore, but oh so full.

Whimpering as he pulls himself out of you, you hear and feel him hum in approval, satisfied at the sight of your overfilled, puffy valve spilling his transfluid onto your berth. You can feel it leak down your tibulem, burning hot against your overheated frame.

“You will make a fine carrier, my queen.”

You sigh, content as you fall onto your side and roll onto your back. You tiredly bring your arms up, welcoming him for a hug with a near-delirious smile. He obliges without a word, wrapping his monstrously large arms around you and capturing your lips with his own, drawing you into a slow, lazy, loving kiss.

Pulling away, you look at Predaking with a bashful smile.

“One more time…? Just to make sure I’m sparked…” Predaking smirks, a rumbling chuckle emerging from him. His golden optics glow as he lines his spike up against your valve, drawing a mewl out of your vocal components as you feel his claw circle your over-stimmed anterior node.

“What a greedy little mate you are...”

#writing #valveplug #Predaking/Reader #PredakingxReader #Predaking x Reader #tfp predaking #transformers #reader insert #gn reader #cybertronian reader

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i-starcreamed · 10 months

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Y/N: FIGHT ME!

Scrouge: How foolhearty... and facinating

Y/N: I- I don't- MIRAGE HELP I THINK HE'S FLIRTING WITH ME

Love it when villains find at least one (1) human cute and flirt worthy

🦂

ROTB SCOURGE X READER

Omg thank you 🦂 anon, im just like you and you’re just like me. MORE SCOURGE CONTENT!! While this wasn’t a request it gave me ideas :3

Unedited and also written on mobile…also look at this gif they scourge hot and wet on purpose

[ human!gn reader

Summary: As the request states, Scourge flirts with you. Big bad robot villain likes littol human

You might’ve secretly followed Mirage when he went over to distract Scourge while the others went on and save the world, no way in hell you were allowing an alien to destroy your planet. No way you were letting Mirage, you’re new friend, fight him alone. You started to rethink your decision when you were running across the platform, no weapon in hand to fight 20+ feet robot aliens and explosions going off everywhere. Then again, you were determined to fight along side your new robot alien friend to defeat the other…robot alien fiend. Aliens really need to find another planet to make a pit stop at, dont they?

You grunt as you pick up a piece of debris from the ground, it’s about the size of your head and could do as much damage as a splinter to Scourge. Who cares, you’d rather it be annoying than harmless

Scourge knocks Mirage back and you take this as an opportunity.

“Y/N stay back!” He reaches out but its too late, you’re already yelling and sprinting towards Scrourge, your piece of metal in your hand and waving it around like a crazy person.

“FIGHT MEE!” The piece of debris goes flying towards Scourge, only for it to hit his leg with a clank and deflect back into the floor. You freeze in your tracks, fuck. You’re out of breath and your little plan didnt work.

Scourge doesn’t squish you, he barely retains a laugh. Evil guys dont laugh, they cackle menacingly when revealing their evil plan to you. But this? This was…amusing to him.

“Did you really think that would work? How foolhardy, how stupid, how…fascinating”

He towers above you even as he leans down to..examine you? The proximity of his frame to your face is so close, your face was burning. You didn’t know if it was the fire and lava around you or just pure embarrassment.

“Uh, i don’t-“ Was he…flirting with you? You stood frozen even as his metal hand rose up, inching towards you. Do you run, freeze, or attack with your bare fists? Realistically your fists would be useless against his frame, you would be more in pain than he would. Even if you wanted to run, those eyes of his kept you in place. Such an intense orange gaze, who could look away from that? Scourge was getting distracted, he could easily snatch you up and complete his mission, but he couldn’t help but revel in your gaze of extreme awe and fear. He was rudely interrupted when Mirage started shooting again

You too snapped out of your thoughts and took a few steps back before sprinting back behind Mirage. “Mirage, was he fucking flirting with me?!” You yell over the sound of their blasters. You hid behind a small structure as the fight continued, not without noticing the way he occasionally glanced at you before attacking Mirage. You couldn’t tell if he was showing off or not

…was he seriously showing off for you?

#transformers #transformers x reader #scourge #scourge x reader #rotb scourge #rotb scourge x reader #rotb x reader #maccadam #gn reader #human reader #tf x reader

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ablobwhowrites · 10 months

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Yandere transformers

m/n: "can you not stalk me" *looks at soundwave* "FOR FIVE FUCKING MINUTES!"

My friend introduced me to this so here

*vehicon m/n after realizing he’s never going to be his normal self ever again as his this veichon body is the only thing keeping him alive*

Miko: “hey….at least your not like a fnaf character” *m/n violently sobs*

Gn y/n: “my health is slowly dwindling cause of theses glitches, and the fucking school”

M/n or gn y/n seeing breakdown and bulkhead fight like dogs after they/he tried to offer them a cheez-t

M/n: “its not that bad”

Jack: “you got hit by a car”

M/n: “it’s a scratch, that’s all that happened”

*m/n or gn y/n captured on the decepticon warship as the autobots, Miko, raph, jack, worrying thinking m/n or gn y/n is being tortured*

*gn y/n or m/n drawing doodles on the vehicon’s for fun*

#yandere x male reader #x male reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male x male reader #yandere ideas #x gn reader #yandere x gn reader #yandere x oc #yandere x darling #yandere transformers #transfomers x reader #transformers x reader #transformers x male reader #yandere transformers prime #transformers #yandere idea

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my-writings-and-musings · 3 months

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Clawing my way out of depression with some incredibly silly Bumblebee x Reader, in which our beloved Scout is shrunk down to the size of a kitten via science magic and reader must keep him warm in their coat. Reader is gender neutral beyond having titties for Bee to huddle against. Read and join me as I defeat SAD with the power of silliness.

Shrunken Earthspark Bumblebee x GN!Reader

Rated PG for silliness, fluff and booby mention

Hunkering down at the abandoned warehouse you'd been told to wait in, you kept your eyes and ears on the horizon, hoping that the hum of familiar engines would cut through the howling wind and whirling snow before long. Though the air was frigid enough to freeze your breath, the bitter cold accounted for only a small portion of your desire to swiftly reunite with the team, as you had much bigger problems that you needed help with. Well, perhaps "bigger" wasn't the right word for it...

Standing atop the opposite end of the windowsill for his own vigil, Bumblebee looked remarkably alert and well composed for someone a fraction of their natural height. You supposed that his brush with Mandroid could have gone much worse; at least the device the scientist had escaped with had only shrunk the Scout, and done no further harm. It was a double miracle that you'd managed to find his tiny form amidst the knee deep snow of the battlefield. Rubbing your gloved hands together and trying not to stare, you told yourself that Wheeljack would be able to fix everything in no time, and that a few broken laws of physics would return your beloved bot to his usual towering height. Seeing him this tiny was just too strange, and not to mention unspeakably adorable.

A kitten-sized sneeze drew your eyes away from the snowy landscape out the window, and you looked over to find the Scout hugging himself through a dramatic shiver. "Bee? You okay?" you asked quickly, unable to help feeling far more protective than usual.

"F-f-fine!" he replied just as quickly, spinning around to face you. Digits trembling, he forced a shaky smile as he attempted to pass off crossing his arms as a casual gesture, though the tiny crystals of ice you noticed spreading across his frame gave him up just as readily. The poor mech sounded like he was seconds away from turning into a tiny Autobot popsicle as he shivered through every syllable. "Just a little... ch-chilly... B-but I'm f-fine!"

A number of realizations pinged through your mind at once; Bee must have lost a considerable amount of heat while buried in the snow, he was now far too small to regain said warmth, and he had no real idea how to stop himself from freezing now that he didn't have mass to protect himself. His pride had undoubtedly kept him from voicing the problem as it worsened, leaving you with a very tiny and very frozen Scout to thaw. "You're obviously freezing! Why didn't you tell me?"

"N-never been a p-problem before..." he replied as he gave in and started to shiver. Your heart twisted in pity, and you looked about as your brain raced to think of a solution, the lack of supplies leaving you with very few options. There was no way to build a fire, nor was there any power supply to start up the building's climate control, which was probably busted anyway. If only you had a tiny jacket to share...

"I need to get you warm; fast. Let me think... oh!"

The solution that came to you was very silly, and in a less life-threatening situation you would have thought it was quite embarrassing, but the prospect of saving your beloved Scout left no room for such doubts. Unzipping the front of your coat, you offered a hand for him to climb onto.

"Come here. You'll be plenty warm under my coat." you explained, figuring he'd fit perfectly between your shirt and the ample padding. Despite the chill, Bee managed a pink blush across his frozen cheeks, optics going wide in bashful embarrassment as he put together what you meant. It seemed that his pride hadn't shrunk with him.

"Y-you don't have-"

"Shush. At this rate, you'll freeze before our ride gets here" you insisted, voice growing a tad more urgent at his worsening freeze. Just watching his wings shake in time with his shivers made you care little for any kind of pride, including your own, and you used your concern to remain steadfast. Bringing your hand close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from your glove made his resolve visibly waver. "So for now, my heat is your heat."

"Mmm..." he hummed in uncertainty, growing more tempted by the second. No bigger than a kitten and only slightly more intimidating, he cracked after only a few additional moments of hesitation, steadying himself against your thumb as he sat in your palm. He couldn't have weighed more than a pound, and you had to stifle a reflexive squee as he instinctively pressed himself into the warmth of your hand. A drooping of his optics made resisting that much harder. "Maybe just for a few minutes..."

"Of course." you said with a knowing smile. Gently sliding him into the opening of your coat, you just managed to avoid hissing as his frigid mesh settled against your shirt, though it was easy to ignore the discomfort when the tiny bot melted against you. With the outcrop of your breasts to support him, and the... "plush" of the area in question to keep him comfortable, Bee settled down as quickly as one would on a luxary mattress. Shivers dying down before your very eyes, the Scout rested his helm against you with the tiniest sigh. You had an undeniable urge to pet him as you whispered down into the little pocket of warmth. "There. Better?"

"Much... thank you." he murmured, looking up to meet your eyes with a smile as grateful as it was sleepy. Hoping he couldn't hear the resulting flutter of your heart, you pulled the zipper up a tad to keep the heat from escaping, grateful that your mammalian physiology could come in such handy. You'd have happily watched him rest his optics for hours, but a hum in the distance drew your gaze to the frosty window. Through the thick whirls of snow, your squinting eyes made out the faint outline of a familiar truck and aircraft, followed by a number of other vehicles you'd been hoping to see. The convoy had arrived.

"I think that's our evac, do you want-"

You went quiet at the sound of the tiniest snores you'd ever heard emanating from your coat, and as soon as your heart was done with its backflip, you found yourself wondering whether or not Bee would wish to be woken before his comrades saw him snoozing atop your breasts.

#transformers #maccadam #earthspark #transformers earthspark #tf earthspark #transformers: earthspark #tfe #tfes #bumblebee #earthspark bumblebee #bumblebee x reader #x reader #tf #tf x reader #fluff #gn reader #Tiny!Bee

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paperstarwriters · 5 months

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To the Soft and the Cold

Optimus Prime x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Despite being a giant metal robot, sometimes people call Optimus soft. Despite being a soft squishy human, sometimes people call you cold.

Masterlist | Transformers Masterlist

Word count: 1,397

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"It's funny."

"Hm?"

The wind blew past you, sweeping through your clothes and cooling you down as the setting sun kept you warm. It would not keep so kind a temperature for long—the cold seeped in more and more with every passing minute—but in the Jasper desert a little bit of cool air was a welcome gift. Which, perhaps only highlights the strange disparity between you even more.

"Despite being the soft squishy human from a hot little desert, I'm seen as cold. Despite being the giant transforming iron truck from a planet made of metal, you're seen as...Soft."

Despite the beauty of the sunset and the growing hues of pink that burst across the horizon, Optimus never tore his optics from you—until now. Averted to the setting sun, he shifted so he was closer to you before he tucked his legs up to his chest, and leaned a little more against the rocks you stood on. His helm now within reach, you swept your hand across his audial fin ignoring the feeling of dust against metal.

Having spent so long in this little desert, the dust and debris has long since ceased to irritate you—even more once you met Optimus. It's far from the worst he's been anyways. Compared to some other times, this layer is at least very thin. It's a thing you've noted lately, how you would often find that Optimus only ever really had a thin sheen of dust overtop him, while some of the other bots like Bulkhead or Arcee, or even Ratchet seemed to have layers upon layers of sand and grime. At best, they only cleaned when it became awfully visible, at worst they'd clean only when the grime began to impede their functioning. You didn't blame or judge them of course. Cleanliness could take a bit of a back seat in the face of ensuring both your own and an entire easily squishable population's survival.

It made it easier to touch and feel him though. Sometimes you liked to think that it made it easier for him to feel you.

"Do you think so too?" Optimus asked, the fin you had been petting for a while now twitching slightly and encouraging you to reach for the bottom side of it.

Despite your temptations, you're cautious not to reach too far, knowing the twitch of his fins were hardly under his control. It's never really happened before, even as his fin twitched as your hand remained against it, but you still can't help the natural fear of a big metal object slashing through the air and slicing or crushing your arm.

"Think what?" you ask, sweeping your thumb across the metal you hold. It's hardly any movement at all, but you can see how Optimus relaxes at the feeling. It's a little hard to wrap your head around—how such a big bot can feel such a small thing—but you're grateful for the little kindness that you’re allowed to give.

"Do you think I'm soft?"

You answer immediately. You answer without thinking.

"Yeah."

His fins go still.

Could you really deny that Optimus was soft? When he leaned against the surface you stood on, placed his helm so close to you so that you could touch him. When he snuck the both of you away and carved time from his hectic and important schedule just to read poetry with you—Primus, not even just for you. When he'd offer to bring snow back for Raf to see, when Miko and Jack would struggle in their classes—a miniature, distracting problem in the face of planetary survival and war—but Optimus would still offer advice from his experience and knowledge as an archivist and help if he had an extra moment to spare. When he'd calmly console Bee or Ratchet or compliment any member of his team...

It was impossible to see him as anything but soft and tender and kind.

You knew, of course, that many criticized that. War was no place for a person to be soft. It lead to enemies being spared, left to kill another day, left to take another one of your own when you didn't take one of theirs. Optimus had been criticized many a time for that lingering trace of softness around Megatron, the sort that made him falter, and let Megatron get the upper hand.

Soft, perhaps, is an insult to someone like him.

"I mean when you're with us," you blurt trying to remedy Optimus' spiraling thoughts. "You're soft with the kids and your team, I don't think that it's a bad thing to be kind to at least—"

"I don't think you're cold,"

"…What?"

He lifts a servo and as gently as he can manage, he brushes it against your stomach and chest. It still manages to knock you back a step, but once you lean into his touch, you find comfort in the tender motions

"You're warm,” he muses, optics trained intently on the the contact between his digit and your torso. “You're soft as well."

The laughter that bubbles up in your chest isn't meant to sound mocking, but you can't help but worry if it does. You've received many cold criticisms for the cruelty of your delight, even when you never intended to mock or harm. It makes you guarded, weary.

When you look at Optimus, all you see is his soft blue eyes, bright against the darkening sky, and the softest little curve of a smile upon his lips.

Soft. Warm. Tender. When he looks at you like you hang the stars in the sky, how could you describe him as anything else?

"I didn't mean it like that," you grouch instead. Averting your eyes back to the horizon where the sun had already long slipped down. The hues of orange and gold are the only traces of it left, and the darkness approaches with astounding speed.

It's cool, and soft and, tender. A welcome relief against the desert heat.

The night is nice as well, but not nearly as kind to you as the cool metal of his digit.

"I know." Optimus chuckles a little, his smile growing wider.

In the face of it you can't help but run through anything and everything you could do to keep the broad grin on his face, knowing it was a fleeting rarity amidst all of his hardships. You wish you had met under better circumstances. Even if he was still an archivist rather than a powerful faction leader selected by an alien god, you'd still want to be with him. Perhaps then, without the weight of two worlds resting on his shoulders, you could wring a smile from his face and keep it there for longer than an hour.

Inevitably it falters, and eventually it falls away. You don't know what had caused it, but it strikes a pain in your chest all the same.

"I meant... In the way you refer to me as soft as well," Optimus clarifies, once again shifting his digit to rub patterns against what little of you he could touch. "You're warm. You're kind and sweet and tender. You say I'm soft as if you aren't warm."

Your body decides to take his words as advice, as your cheeks and chest grow warm under Optimus' scrutiny. Once more delight burst across his face, and his digits curl around you, to allow his thumb to press a little firmer against your warm chest.

"So warm..." he hums, delighting in your embarrassment.

You try, and fail to tuck yourself away from his scrutiny. You could have done a better job at it, you know, but the chance to watch the liquid delight wash over his features is a moment you would never squander. So you let him grin and ridicule you in silence, the delight in his eyes, combining with a pillow-soft look, as you settle down in your half-hiding position leaning against his thumb.

"So... Soft," you reply.

Despite your whisper, you know Optimus can still pick up the soft sound of your voice, so keenly attuned to listening for you. Even then, you continue to hide halfheartedly, still taking the chance to watch Optimus laugh and still trying to hide the warm look that was surely growing on your face.

You didn't want it to be too easy for him to prove himself right, after all.

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lone-wolf-nergiganos · 11 months

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gamersansblog · 1 year

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Cute little humans

Cybertron reader: *confused*

Soap: you look so cool!!!

Gaz: mhm *nods head*

Cybertron reader: aww you two are so cute! *picks them up gently*

Gaz and soap being love struck dummies: *blushes and laughs*

Ghost: *scared of cybertron reader because of the height difference but is for some reason horny*

Cybertron reader: hello! *waves sharp hand*

Ghost becoming even more horny: mhm *to busy looking at his problem while blushing hardly under the mask*

Price: *sipping tea*

Cybertron reader: your children's hormones leavels are high......are they what you humans call it horny?

Price: *chokes on the tea*

#transformers #male reader #male reader insert #transformers x reader #call of duty modern warfare #gay #cod x male reader #cod x reader #transformers x call of duty crossover #gn reader insert #gn reader x call of duty #cybertron reader #cybertronion reader

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your-favourite-space-girl · 2 months

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!Gammer and spelling mistakes!

Imagine Bumblebee being afraid of car washes(gn reader) (platonic or romantic, your choice)

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I was driving my protector, Bumblebee around the empty high way, enjoying the landscapes, i saw a car wash near here and decided that Bumblebee needs a wash

I start driving towards the car wash only to hear a voice from the radio saying "Hey, uh I'm not sure if you noticed, Y/N but you just turned left instead of going straight" the yellow Autobot said with a hint of concern as we drove closer to the car wash

"Yeah, yeah I know.. We're headed in here" I reply with a soft smile

"wait what! No, no, no, no, NO. We're not going... In there" Bee protests

"And why not?"

"B-Because it's dirty!"

"It's a car wash?"

"W-Well! I don't want to go in there... Please don't make me.." He says with a voice crack, I was about to say something else until I realised he's scared, he's scared of car washes

"Bee... Are you scared?" I ask in a curious tone but concerned

Bumblebee sighs before muttering "A little.. The last time I went too one, it was bad.. They scraped my paint, the water was cold, and they didn't Soap right! It was a nightmare! Please don't make me go.." the yellow Autobot whined

"Bee, i promise it won't be like that... And if it is i will take good care of you, and I'll hand wash you... It's going to be okay.." I say in a comforting manner, waiting for him to say something that gives me permission to drive inside the car wash

I hear him sigh before saying "Fine.. But the moment something doesn't feel good, we're leaving!"

Bumblebee says stubbornly as I giggle before driving inside hoping he'll like it..

He liked it, but was too stubborn to admit it

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Sorry its short, also I'm sorry it took so long i was busy with a college report😭

#transformers #x reader #gn reader #bumblebee x reader #Bumblebee x gn reader #transformers x reader #blurb #Bumblebee blurb

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fallinashes · 9 months

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Hello!! I was wondering if you could write a TFP Optimus with the human reader (any gender) where they flirt with Optimus around the bots and humans, I want to know how Fowler would react. Bonus if they make him blush so much that even Ratchet is embarrassed 😭

Once upon a time on the planet ✨Earth✨, you, a human, found yourself working closely with the Autobots, particularly with Optimus Prime. As you spent more time together, you couldn't help but be drawn to the stoic and noble leader.

One day, during a casual conversation among the bots and humans, you decided to playfully flirt with Optimus, hoping to see his reaction. As you dropped some subtle compliments and witty remarks, Optimus's normally composed demeanor faltered slightly, and a faint blush graced his metallic cheeks. Even the ever-serious Ratchet couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head, clearly taken aback by this rare display of emotion from the Autobot leader.

As the days went by, you continued to tease Optimus, and he found himself growing more accustomed to your playful banter. The other Autobots couldn't help but notice the change in Optimus's behavior whenever you were around. Bumblebee would give sly grins, Arcee would playfully nudge Optimus, and Bulkhead would offer words of encouragement.

Meanwhile, Agent Fowler, who often worked closely with the Autobots, couldn't quite believe what he was witnessing. He'd never seen Optimus act this way before, and it left him both amused and puzzled. He found himself blushing at the innocent flirtatious exchanges between you and Optimus, much to his embarrassment.

One day, when you had successfully made Optimus blush once again, Fowler couldn't contain his curiosity any longer and decided to confront Optimus about his newfound flustered state. Optimus, with a slight smile, simply replied, "I suppose being around our human friend has made me appreciate and understand emotions on a deeper level."

And so, your playful flirting with Optimus continued, creating an endearing dynamic among the Autobots and humans. The relationship between you and Optimus grew stronger, demonstrating that even in the midst of intergalactic battles, lighthearted moments and connections could be found. And though Agent Fowler was still occasionally caught off guard by your interactions, he came to accept and appreciate the unique bond you shared with the Autobot leader, adding a touch of warmth and humor to their epic adventures.

IM SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG ID BEEN ON HOLIDAY AND THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR AGES 😭😭

I also wanna say thanks for 23 followers y’all and I’m being serious I’ve never really got anywhere on tumblr the past times I made a blog 😭😭🫶🫶

#transformers x reader #fanfic #optimus prime x reader #transformers #transformers prime #transformers prime x reader #x fem reader #x reader #x gn reader #transformers x male reader #x male reader

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ppnuggie · 6 months

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　　　　　　RODIMUS PRIME x gn reader

　　　　『　rodimus prime ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> rodimus avatar au

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, lil angsty ,, mentions of reader being cheated on

　　— first part for my rodimus avatar au :3 im talking about the movie not the show ,, lmk what yall think :> always open for any criticism or thoughts . ^^ please reblog too !! 🫶

balls of gas pass by the window ,, blue optics gazing into a sea of darkness as the ship made course for a planet called earth . not much was known ,, other than it was one of those organic planets with many indigenous species . one that was well known were called humans ,, little creatures covered in 'skin' and flesh that creeped out even the most ruthless decepticons . not much is known of them at the moment ,, other than their short height and tendencies to become violent to the unknown . a mission ,, he was apart of ,, sent by optimus prime himself to come and help against decepticons that plan to invade and take over this earth .

rodimus wasnt too sure to what to expect ,, what he would see ,, what he would find . all he knew was that optimus was strict on staying under cover as to not attrach any attention from humans . they still had yet to discover more about these creatures . it was strange ,, being sent to protect their planet and yet his fellow cybertronians knew very little of the species .

the planet was much smaller than cybertron ,, blue and green covered its surface as his optics gazed . it wouldnt be long until he would be there ,, having to find one of the primitive vehicular structures that the humans have already created . it was for a disguise ,, from both the humans and the decepticons . some bots weren't thrilled ,, he noticed . some had gotten too attached to their cybertronian alt modes ,, not wanting to give up what little pieces of their home they had left . while others were interested in what the humans have crafted .

some bots werent thrilled with being on the mission in general ,, though it was probably the xenophobia lying within them that they constantly denied existed . rodimus knew better than that . cybertron was hard ,, surface made of metal and any materials around were equally as hard . organic planets werent . some had a few hard spots ,, known as rock ,, but it was mostly squishy . flora that grew would end up sticking to some mechs ,, or their pedes . some mechs have gotten tangled up in 'vines' before . not to mention how wet organic planets can be ,, including earth considering how much of its surface was a liquid known as 'water' . the only other liquid rodimus had known was energon ,, the blood and life of all cybertronians . their only energy source and what kept them alive ,, what kept them going .

rodimus could be seen as one of those bots though . not too thrilled about this mission ,, but not too bummed out from it . he wasnt too curious about humans like some mechs were ,, or to rephrase ,, like how hound was with them . then again ,, he wanted to know what else theyve found out about the creatures other than their hostility and squishy appearance .

though as the earth neared the ship ,, he would have to contain his thoughts and prepare for landing .

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you groaned ,, setting your bag in the passenger seat and gripped your steering wheel tightly . it always ended this way . every relationship did ,, no matter what you did to make it better or try harder . it ended the same way ,, with them being the first to leave . maybe fate had it out for you ,, a grudge placed against you for eternity . you werent too sure .

tears welled in your eyes ,, nose becoming wet as you sniffed and replayed the memories in your mind . you thought they were finally the one ,, that your partner wouldn't be like your last few . they promised they wouldnt be . and yet ,, they did the same thing your last partners have . run around behind you ,, mess with other people ,, toy with your feelings and then you find out the hard way .

your hand rummaged around your bag ,, fishing your keys out and slotting them into your car . you were more than ready to leave ,, head out to somewhere you can clear your mind . pulling out the parking space ,, you wasted no time getting onto the highway and driving to a spot you knew . a spot you loved dearly ,, one that was away from people and gave you the isolation you needed at times .

headlights passed by ,, the hum of vehicles passing you on the highway took your mind off the memories at hand . exiting and pulling off into a hidden roadway that was covered by trees ,, you rolled your window down and drove at a slower pace . the fresh ,, cool air blew softly in your face ,, drying your tear-filled eyes as the car's headlights flashed over yards of trees . once arriving ,, you put it in and park and exited ,, heading to the large boulder you've become quite acquainted with .

the moon hung high ,, staring down at you as you seated yourself against the boulder . " i dont know what to do anymore ,, mr moon ,," you began ,, bunching your knees to your chest as you held your face in your hands . tears flowed to the brim of your eyes once more ,, continuing to vent your frustrations to your one listener . " i dont know what went wrong . i thought they were the one ,, i really did ." your voice wavered ,, choking back a sob and trying your best to keep yourself composed . " what's wrong with me ,, mr moon ?" tears flowed like a rushing river down your cheeks when you forced that question out . your body warmed ,, shoulders shaking and eyes becoming itchy as tears rushed out .

your body crumpled quickly ,, sobs slipping past your lips quietly ,, gradually getting louder the more you cried . your nose became wet again ,, sniffling as you looked to the ground . dry dirt had little misshaped circles from your teardrops ,, a few pebbles hiding beneath the dirt darkening in color with every tear .

" im so lost mr moon . why ? just why ?" you cried loudly ,, sniffling once more as your cheeks heated . " please ,, mr moon ,, please help me . i dont know what to do ,," you sobbed ,," please give me a sign . give me anything ,, anything !" you yelled ,, crushing your eyelids close as you choked on your own sobbing . " please ,," you whispered ,, not having much a voice to continue . your chest heaved ,, lungs hurting from breathing heavily . the moonlight shined onto you ,, opening your eyes as you gazed up at it . the stars twinkled ,, constellations becoming clear in the sky as the clouds drifted away . one star ,, one that was brighter than the rest passed through the sky . a shooting star .

you wasted no time wishing ,, putting your hands together and wishing hard and deep in your heart . " thank you mr moon ,," you whispered ,, breathing starting to even out . you watched as the star passed ,, though something felt off about it . it almost looked as though it was getting closer and closer . until you realized it was ,, the object large and passing over you ,, crashing ahead in the distance at a great speed . you watched ,, frozen as you stared in the distance it crashed . you turned to look at the moon one last time ,, the clouds now covering most of it before you smiled .

jumping to your feet ,, you ran towards the object . trees had been crushed and bent from where it sped past ,, branches torn and leaves falling rapidly . the smell of something burning came from the direction ,, hurrying up as you stopped abruptly . there it lied ,, aflame and smoke pouring out .

it looked like a ship of somesort . it wasnt man-made ,, thats for sure . you observed ,, waiting for something to happen . a piece of the ship flew off ,, a large silhouette standing in the flames as they walked out . they crashed to their knees a bit aways from the ship ,, then their upper body met the harsh ground . you werent sure what they were ,, waiting a minute or two before slowly making your way to their crumpled body . they looked humanoid ,, way larger than a human though and definitely not as soft .

they looked as though to be made of some sort of metal ,, painted over in shades of red ,, orange ,, and yellow . burn marks covered their body ,, their supposed eyes black and face smooshed into the dirt . you cast one last glance at the moon ,, who was now covered by the clouds ,, than back at the being .

#transformers x reader #x reader #x gender neutral reader #🎇.mtmte #🎇.rodimus #mtmte rodimus #rodimus #rodimus prime x reader #rodimus x reader #mtmte x reader #📍. rodimus / gn reader short series

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orion-nottson · 9 months

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pillow talk | tfp!megatron x reader

A/N: y’all remember that scene in “partners” (s1e20) when airachnid was all like “we talk 😏” when referring to megatron? yeah, those two words inspired this fic.

summary: usually the moments after are quiet. this time it isn’t.

content: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, minors DNI, cybertronian!reader, gn!reader, developing (🤔) relationship, afterglow, implied smut, decepticon level flirtation tactics, a lil bit of roleplay? kinda?

word count: 1,362

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Megatron’s spike slips from your valve with a wet squelch of transfluid-soaked mesh and sensitive nodes. He dismounts you with a long groan, his vents hitching as another spurt of transfluid ejects from his twitching spike. Then the silver mech sighs, long and loud, as he rolls off of you so lackadaisically you can’t help but feel immensely gratified by your performance.

The rippling aftershocks of your overload still has your thighs shaking, systems recovering from the overwhelming, wonderful charge. You don’t bother with your interface panel— Your valve and anterior node are so tender the air feels like a glossa licking up your mesh— so you settle as Megatron lies beside you and pulls you in close. Frame flush against his, helm resting on the slope of his chassis, it takes a lot for you to use your jellied limbs to embrace him back.

Satisfied like the cat that got the canary, you smile inwardly, and close your optics. With the tips of your digits, you trace the sharp Decepticon insignia on his chassis, and privately preen at managing to become the Lord of the Decepticon Empire’s berthwarmer.

It was nice and hot and sticky, as have all rounds of interfacing with Megatron so far, and how you like it, but you couldn’t help but notice that the silver mech was slower today, more… cautious? No, that’s not the right word— You don’t believe Megatron’s disposition to hold caution as a behavior of high regard. No, Megatron was more… indulgent, this time around. He held you closer, his mouth scarcely left yours or any part of your body for more than a nanosecond. He was voiceless this time, no singing your praises or complimenting, no sounds other than a pleasured groan or exerted thrust.

It felt more intimate. More personal. You could’ve found yourself melding and sinking into him and you wouldn’t’ve been shocked in the slightest. For the first time in a long time, interface felt like a connection past the physical. The thought shakes you to your core, so you rid your mind of it.

What you have with Megatron— What this is— is purely material. Or at least that’s what you’ve decided to tell yourself.

Beside you, Megatron snakes a servo under your back struts to hold you better, and doubt over your previous thoughts begins to plague your mind.

“May I ask something radical?” You murmur, not bothering with titles and foregoing with decorum. Megatron’s allowed you to speak freely before, so you’re confident he won’t deny you now.

“Hm.” His approval is a single hum, just as lacking in formal protocol, as he usually is when it’s just him, you, and a quiet habsuite. With you, in the secrecy provided by closed doors, Megatron hasn’t ever once commanded you to call him “Lord”. He must be tired, you assure, finding yourself unconvincing. No matter, you won’t dwell on the thought.

“I don’t find myself despising humans.” You state simply, startling when Megatron shifts enough so that he stares you down. His red optics bore into yours, aflame with mild disdain and utmost disappointment that dies once you meet his stare with a coquettish one of your own. You give him a cheeky grin, then a kiss on the side of his chassis that makes his engines rumble.

“That is radical. I am curious of your reasons.” Megatron responds easily enough, and the foolish part of you wants to say he’s unbothered, but you know better. And you know him better— You might as well have just told him you’d bed Optimus Prime if given the chance (which you wouldn’t, of course).

Though it’s not really that bad, Megatron may despise the pitiful organic planet and it’s pesky inhabitants, but it’s mere annoyance at best. If anything, you’ve just interested him.

You know the silver tyrant well enough to be sure of it.

“Yes, the species may be the unfortunate spawn of the Unmaker,” You say in mock pity, swinging a leg across Megatron’s lap, “But they make... acceptable music.”

Before he can reply, you tack on, “And films.”

At that, Megatron sighs loudly, the sigh he usually does when accompanied by an optic roll and his ire directed at Starscream, but here it’s just the sigh. You stifle a grin against his chassis, feeling mischievous— It’s the dizziness and mental haze from your overload, nothing more.

“I had known Knock Out to be blasé of my direct orders and indulge himself with the... temptations of Earth, but had not gleaned you to do so as well.” Megatron makes it sound as though you’ve renounced the Decepticons and defected to the Autobots. You want to roll your optics and groan like an insolent youngling, but you resist. Playfulness walks a tight line where Megatron is concerned.

“Oh please, I haven’t stooped to Knock Out’s level. I have enough common sense to sate my desires in the privacy of my quarters.” You reply tersely, flippantly waving the servo that otherwise hadn’t left Megatron’s warm, silver armor plating.

“And your perspicacity astounds.” Megatron groans, finally rolling his optics, and you laugh, frame warming with the alight desire that builds within you.

“Without fail.” You purr, placing a chaste, placating kiss on the ridged edge of his chin. Your Lord glances down at you, unimpressed, so you kiss him again, straining so that your dermas ghost against his. Megatron’s engines rumble again, the servo he has wrapped around you tightening ever so slightly.

“I should punish you for your acts of insubordination— Fraternizing with products of the enemy.” Megatron rumbles, his other servo coming up to rest on the thigh you’ve thrown over him. Sharp, pointed claws drag along transformation seams, deceptively appearing as though he’s only adjusting his grip— And nothing more.

You see his ploy, the game he’s started.

And it is thrilling.

“Please, my liege, anything but.” You stress desperately, kissing the mech deep and hard, whining when the reigns of control are soon seized by him. Megatron allows you to be on top, but his mouth and glossa dominate yours like it’s a small war to win: Lust battling with power. His denta flirt with the idea of nipping your bottom derma, but then he pulls away, leaving you with your cooling fans clicking to life.

“Trust is why I allow you into my berth, my dear.” Megatron tilts his helm, eyeing you, “Should this be cause for me to stop our... couplings?”

“It’s folly, my beloved Lord.” You flutter your optics wistfully at him, “Some personal moral failing of mine. Perhaps my code is corrupt— Oh woe is me...”

That gets you a raspy laugh from Megatron, and so, all coy and sweet and tantalizing, you coo, “Do forgive me, Lord Megatron?”

Your syrupy sweet tone and honeyed optics must work something on the tyrant, as Megatron responds by curving his dermas up into the first proper, dangerous smirk you’ve seen this evening. You smile in turn, leaning in just as Megatron’s deep, rolling engines thrum deep in his chassis, beneath the sign of his cause you’d been oh-so-lovingly caressing.

It’s more easy to turn you on, a wandering servo grabs at your aft and long, firm digits find the edge of your still bare, still wet valve. The presence makes you shiver with anticipation, need and lust hot on its trail.

“Another?” You beg breathily when his dermas finally release yours after a long and delicious kiss that was all glossa and denta and fervor. Megatron lifts an optic ridge, taking in your frazzled, aroused figure in front of him, savoring the heave of your heavily-venting chassis, and the curves and tapering slopes of your frame.

“Insatiable.” He murmurs, drawing you in for another kiss, nipping the edge of your dermas, resulting in a startled, but happy moan from your intake. When the opportunity reveals itself, you deviate from his mouth, kissing his cheekplates, his chin, then landing back to his dermas again.

Breathlessly, you say with optics half closed, “Says you.”

“Watch your glossa.” Megatron growls with no bite, and he swallows your gentle laughter in another bruising, deep kiss full of promise.

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#transformers #transformers prime #tfp #tfp megatron #megatron #megatron x reader #megatron x you #megatron x cybertronian reader #megatron x gn!reader

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