#drift x cybertronian mech reader

[fiber-optic-alligator]

Requesting IDW Megatron x Lost Light human liaison reader. Based on the song "Heaven's Light" from Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Thanks for the request! Sorry for such a long delay! I spent a lot of time writing and rewriting this because I wanted to get it right. I went with Autobot Megatron for this one. I hope that is okay with you! Feedback is always appreciated! :D

Heaven's Light

Pairing: IDW Megatron x Human Liaison Reader

Word Count: 3588

Summary: Though he is now a hardworking Autobot aboard the Lost Light who's just trying to make up for the sins he's committed in his past, Megatron still believes he is a monster who is unworthy of ever being loved. That all changes when you, a little human liaison from Earth, makes your way into his life and implores him to reluctantly open his spark.

Megatron knows he is a monster.

  He has done horrible things. He has killed, he has tortured, he has maimed. His recharge cycles are plagued with the echoes of screams and the fallen frames of mangled bodies. He stands atop a pile of them. When he looks at his servos, they are drenched in wasted energon that isn’t his own. Nightmares, Rune calls them. Terrible warped memories of his past. He cannot escape them. The guilt will stain him forever.

  Megatron is aware that most of the Lost Light’s crew is afraid of him. With the exceptions of others like the captain, most steer clear of his way. When they see him thumping down a hallway with steps that seem to shake the entire ship, they scurry like glitch mice when a cyber cat is near. They speak to him with tremors in their voices and rattling in their joints.

  Not that he makes things easy for them, he admits. Megatron is aloof, calculating, and antisocial. His violent tendencies have devolved into simple growls and annoyed huffs. He’s not here to make friends. He’s here to do a job: atone for the sins he has committed.

  And yet, the nightmares remain. They do not leave no matter what he does.

  Megatron is not a gentle being. He knows he is rough around the edges, and that scares people. So when he hears the announcement about a human boarding the Lost Light, his first instinct is to avoid them at all costs. It does not matter if they are a liaison. Humans are fragile and too easy to break. And he hardly believes Earth wants their delegate to be interacting with the former Decepticon warlord who has slaughtered thousands.

  Unfortunately, his dimwitted captain has different plans.

  “No.” Megatron crosses his arms and lifts his chin defiantly. “Absolutely not.”

  “Oh, come on.” Rodimus throws his helm back with an exasperated groan. “You're the perfect bot for the job! Why can’t you just say yes?”

  “I did not board this ship to inevitably become a human babysitter.” Megatron’s words come out harsh and unyielding. “The answer is no, Rodimus. Get someone else to do it.”

  “I agree,” Drift says. “In no way can I see this resulting in a positive outcome. Um…no offense Megatron.”

  Megatron snorts. “None taken.”

  “You two don’t understand.” Rodimus rubs his forehelm in faux exhaustion. “The human is here to learn about Cybertronian history and culture. Who else knows more about that sort of stuff than you?”

  Megatron bares his teeth. “Are you calling me old?”

  “I’m calling you knowledgeable,” Rodimus shoots back. “You can tell the human so much about us, more than Drift or I could combined.”

  “That is not my area of profession. Get Rewind to do it.”

  “No,” Rodimus objects. “I want you to do it.”

  “Rewind would be a much better option if we want this human to successfully integrate into the ship’s social life,” Drift advises.

  Rodimus punches the other mech squarely in the shoulder plating. Drift yelps and jumps back. “Ow! What was that for?”

  “Are you on my side with this or not?” Rodimus snaps.

  “I’m on the side of wanting the human to like us, and I don’t believe pairing them with Megatron is the best way to achieve that! Again, no offense to Megatron, but we need to make a good impression.” Drift straightens and rubs his shoulder, wincing. “We have to think about this clearly, Rodimus.”

  “I am thinking clearly. I am the most clear-thinking mech in this room. I have never been thinking clearer, and I don’t think I ever will.” He points at Megatron. “You are going to be this human’s companion for the next six cyber-weeks they are here. You will educate them on our ways, teach them our history, and convince them that we are awesome and amazing and incredible. Understand? Come on, remember their little human motto! ‘Salvation through understanding, understanding brings in the light!’ There’s no way you can say no to that!”

  Megatron feels indignation churn within his tank. That indignation turns into something dangerous, something he has not been able to snuff out of himself completely since he’s turned over a new leaf. That something is hostility borne from the frustration of being told to do something he doesn’t want to do. He snarls, but Rodimus does not cower. The red-and-orange mech’s plating bristles and clacks together in an act of instinctual dominance. The two leaders stare each other down in a silent battle. It takes Drift being the middle-man to relieve some of the tension crackling between them. “Alright, enough! Both of you stop right now! The human is going to be here at any moment, and you want their first impression of you two to be this? Calm down and get a hold of yourselves!”

  Megatron scoffs. Without looking at either of them, he shoulders past Drift towards the door. “I will do as you say, Rodimus,” he rumbles. “But don’t you think I will enjoy a second of it. You are making a mistake.”

  He hears Drift whisper “This is a bad idea” to the captain. Megatron stomps off, ignoring how every mech around him presses themselves against the walls to avoid his path. They should have chosen Rewind.

  You are…not what Megatron was expecting.

  You arrive on the ship with a swagger in your step and not an ounce of nervousness within you. Your eyes are wide with awe and your little dermas are split in a wide open smile as you turn in a circle to take everything in. There’s something distinctly adorable about the way you shift the weight of your stuffed backpack from one shoulder to the other and drag a tiny little suitcase behind you that makes the softer side of Megatron want to say “Awwww.” Apparently he isn’t the only one either; Rodimus is smiling like an idiot, his servos fidgeting like he wants to scoop you up and coo at you dotingly.

  Drift elbows him. He snaps to attention and announces himself grandly, which makes Megatron want to cringe. “Liaison Y/N! So good to finally meet you in person! Welcome to the Lost Light!” He kneels and extends his servo with surprising mindfulness. “I am Rodimus Prime, captain of this ship.”

  Your smile widens when you hold the tip of his index digit between both of your little fleshy servos and shake it. “I am honored to be here, captain.”

  “The honor is all ours. And please, just call me Rodimus. You're one of us now. There’s no need for formalities.” Rodimus rises and gestures to Drift. The red-and-white mech steps forward and dips his head while he is introduced. “This is Drift, my third-in-command. And this is Megatron, my…co-captain.”

  Megatron keeps his expression neutral when he steps forward to loom over you like a mountain. You have to crane your neck back in order to take all of him in. Here we go, he thinks. Any moment now, you’ll recognize his name. You’ll retreat to a safe distance. Maybe even start screaming in fear. He shouldn’t be surprised. After all, he is Megatron, feared former leader of the Decepticons, one of the most ruthless and terrifying beings in the-

  Your smile does not waver and your attitude remains just as bright. “Megatron. It’s wonderful to meet you. I’m Y/N.”

  It takes a moment for him to register your words. Wait, what?

  Rodimus coughs and eyeballs him critically. “Oh.” Megatron blinks. “Um. Yes. Hello. It’s wonderful to, uh, meet you too.”

  Drift snickers. He wants to punch him.

  “I apologize for his flustered state.” Rodimus laughs nervously. “We’re all just very excited to have you on board. This is the first time much of the crew will be meeting a human, so I hope you’ll understand that some of us might not know how to interact with you.”

  “It’s no problem,” you say. “I get it. But that’s why I’m here! So if you are curious about me, then I encourage it.”

  Rodimus relaxes, looking relieved. “Yes, of course! We’re connecting two worlds! It’s absolutely incredible.”

  “If anyone makes you actively uncomfortable though, please let one of us know,” Drift adds. “We understand that there is a clear power imbalance between you and all of us. It’s important that you feel safe here.”

  “Well, that’s why Megs is going to be your partner during your time here!” Rodimus grabs Megatron’s shoulder and shakes him. It takes all of his strength not to growl. “You're here because you want to know more about us, right? Well, my co-captain is extremely knowledgeable in all things Cybertronian. He’ll do his best to answer any and all questions you might have!”

  You show no trepidation over this. In fact, your eagerness only seems to grow. Megatron is honestly stunned. “Oh, absolutely, I’d love that! As long as it’s okay with you?” You look back at him inquiringly.

  He starts to object, but Rodimus slams his servo over his intake. “He’s totally okay with it! He volunteered, after all! And he’ll start with showing you to your habsuite with Drift, so you can take all the time you need to settle in!”

  Your concerns are soothed. Taking up your suitcase, you follow Drift and leave the docking bay, with the other mech walking at a turtle’s pace in order to stay in tandem with you. Megatron rips Rodimus’s servo away from his intake. “You,” he hisses, “are the bane of my very existence.”

  Rodimus shrugs. “I can live with that title. But seriously, I’m doing you a favor right now. Enough with the brooding miserableness and more with the reinventing yourself. I’m trying to help you feel more at ease here. If you start with the human, you may find yourself actually being gentle.”

  He snarls, and for the first time in a long while wonders if he can get away with killing one last Autobot. But when he looks at you and sees the way you smile up at Drift with so much young excitement…something in him softens.

  “So, I was told you know a lot about Cybertronian culture,” you say to him. Drift is long gone, and your habsuite is set up to house all of your accommodations. You sit back on the miniature berth covered with blankets and pillows, thin legs swinging idly while you regard him with a curious look. He glances at you fleetingly, then returns his gaze to the data pad he’s holding.

  “That I do,” he answers.

  “Mind telling me some stuff?”

  Your question is blunt and to the point. There’s no hesitation. You don’t look the least bit afraid. For a moment, Megatron wonders if you even know who he is. You just seem so…clueless. Did your human superiors really give you no sort of debriefing on who you would be dealing with here before you left?

  “What do you want to know?” he asks reluctantly.

  “I want to know about turbo foxes,” you reply.

  He stares at you. Then he bursts into raucous laughter that causes his entire frame to shake. You throw your hands up in feigned exasperation, grinning like an idiot. “What? What did I say?”

  “You said nothing wrong, little one.” He manages to calm himself down, shaking his head while still chuckling. “I just…I was expecting you to ask about the war.”

  “Why would I ask you about that?”

  “Because that is what everyone wants to know about. The war is essentially a defining factor of our history and culture. Our image cannot exist without it.”

  You shrug. “I can learn about the war from anyone. I already have. But turbo foxes? I’ve only read a single paragraph about those. They sound so cute! You have to tell me more.”

  “Wait.” He pauses, confused. “You…you’ve learned about the war?”

  “Of course I have,” you reply. “Like you said, it’s part of your history and culture. Who hasn’t at this point?”

  “So…you know who I am. Megatron. Me. You’ve learned about me.”

  “Yes?” You tilt your head. “I don’t know what this has to do about turbo foxes.”

  “No, it-it has nothing to do with them. I just-” He sighs, rubbing his optics in a tired way. “I just don’t understand why you haven’t acknowledged the fact that you know me. You know what I’ve done. You know what I’m capable of continuing to do.”

  “I haven’t acknowledged it because it’s not worth acknowledging.”

  “That is absurd. Of course it is worth acknowledging. I am Megatron. I’m the former leader of one of the most feared armies known throughout the universe.”

  “Former leader,” you say.

  “That-” He sputters. He isn’t sure where you are going with this; you’ve thrown him for a loop. “That has nothing to do with the current situation.”

  “Yes it does.” You stand up. “You used to be the leader of the Decepticons. You’ve killed, you’ve destroyed. But you don’t do that anymore. So now here we are.”

  “You are okay with completely looking past everything I have done? You're just going to…ignore it?”

  “No.” You take slow steps towards him. “I’m not. I’ve done my research on you. I understand that you’ve done terrible things. But I also know that you're trying to make up for all of that. You're good now. Being here, helping me…I know you're trying to be better. I appreciate that.” You hold up your hands. He understands, yet hesitates to fulfill your wish. You have to encourage him. “Come on, it’s okay. You won’t hurt me.”

  He bends down and extends his servo. “How can you be so sure?”

  You hold his index digit and bring the tip to your cheek, allowing him to caress the soft organic skin of your face. You are so small, so delicate, so carefully made. Megatron isn’t caught up on the stories about the gods of your world, yet he knows-he can feel it-that whatever being made you put so much care and love into their work, he is sure their power rivals Primus himself. His walls crumble. He wants to hold you forever.

  “I’m sure because I trust you,” you say. “And when you earn the trust of someone you can so easily hurt…you know you are good.”

  Six weeks later…

Swerve’s bar is filled with life. Megatron hears it all the way from the deserted hallway he sits in. The laughter, cheers, and songs echo like the hauntings of spirits. Yet, he feels no urge to join in. The bench he sits on is as cold as space. He’s sure he can feel the chilling void through the large observation window he’s in front of right now.

  The soft pitter patter of human feet turns his attention away from the window. He sees you heading towards him with cheeks flushed red and a stupid smile. His olfactory sensors pick up on the faint scent of alcohol sticking to your skin when you make it over to him.

  “Are you drunk?” he asks.

  “A little,” you reply. A soft pat to his pede signals what you want. He gives it to you, scooping you up into a gentle hold and placing you on his right tibulen. You lean against him with a soft exhale. “Why didn’t you come join us?”

  He lifts his gaze to the window. “I’m not a big drinker.”

  “Oh. Well, that’s okay. Neither am I.”

  The warmth of your little body is comforting. It makes him want to focus on you. Yet, he can’t manage to do so. It’s such a foolish situation; him, of all mechs, so infatuated with this little human, he can barely look at them.

  But it goes beyond that. He knows it does. So do you. Six weeks are nearly over. Your time here will soon be done.

  He doesn’t know how to handle that anymore.

  “Why did you leave Swerve’s?” he chooses to ask you, because if he brings up the topic of you leaving, he thinks he’s going to lose control of his emotions.

  “I wanted to be with you.”

  He snorts. “I hardly think a party being thrown in your honor is worth leaving in exchange for spending time with some old bot.”

  “Oh, please. You aren’t just some old bot to me. I like being around you. Is that so hard to believe?”

  He smiles humorously. “You might be the only one on this ship who does.”

  You don’t respond, and Megatron fears he might have offended you in some way. When he looks at you, he sees your shoulders slump and your head hang like you are mourning the dead.

  “I’m leaving soon,” you murmur.

  “...I know.”

  “I asked my superior if I could stay.” You draw your knees to your chest and hug them. “I begged him. Another week. Hell, another day. But he wouldn’t give in. Fucking asshole…he knows I’ve gotten attached.”

  “Getting attached was the point of you coming here.”

  “I know. But…not like this.” An invisible chord tightens around your little body. He can tell your composure is crumbling. “This…wasn’t something I was trained for.”

  His spark aches painfully. If he were younger, he’d do something rash; threatening your superior would have been his first course of action. If that didn’t work, he’d steal you away and whisk you off to the far reaches of space, away from Earth, away from anything or anyone who might prevent the two of you from being together.

  But he’s not his younger self. He’s old. He’s tired. So he simply heaves a sigh and lifts his optics to the stars. “You know…so many times out there, I’ve watched a happy pair of lovers walking in the night.”

  You lift your head and look at him. There are tears in your eyes. Megatron rumbles out a deep purr and reaches for you, gently maneuvering you into his servos and lifting you up to his faceplate. You lean forward and place a tiny hand on his nose.

  “What were they like?” you ask quietly.

  “They had a kind of glow to them,” he responds with a sense of wistfulness. “It almost looked like…Heaven’s light.”

  That makes you giggle. “How the hell do you know what Heaven is?”

  “Lets just say I’ve done my research,” he answers with a smile.

  You lightly tap his nose with your fist. “Sap.” Your expression falls into a contemplative frown. “What were you thinking when you saw them? The lovers? Were you jealous?”

  “Well…not exactly. Jealousy isn’t the right word to describe it. But…I envied them. I wanted to be like them. But I knew I’d never know that warm and loving glow, though I might wish with all my might.” He closes his optics, steadying his breaths. He doesn’t want to cry, not in front of you. “No face as hideous as my face…was ever meant for Heaven’s light.”

  You open your mouth to retort, not at all willing to listen to him put himself down. That’s one of the things he loves about you. No matter who it is, you will always step in to make someone feel better. It’s a quality many Cybertronians are lacking, yet it abounds in humans plentifully.

  He had been wrong about your kind, back when he was still the leader of the Decepticons. You are so much more beautiful than you realize.

  Megatron cuts you off gently with a low puff of air into your face from his nose. You sputter and stumble back, and he laughs. His thumb comes up to stroke your hair, then travels down to trace the outline of your jaw. You still, eyes widening when you see the lovesick look he’s giving you. “But suddenly an angel has smiled at me…you, little one. Come on, smile.”

  There’s no sharp-witted reply from you to make him chuckle. You just obey him and smile. His spark skips a beat and he feels like he is going to melt right then and there. “You are the only one to smile at me in this way,” he whispers. “And you…you’ve touched my face without a trace of fright.”

  “I could never be afraid of you,” you say. You press yourself against his nose, hugging him in the best way you can. He feels you trembling. “I’ve dreamt of this. I’ve dreamt of you. I still dream. I dare to dream that you might even care for me…”

  Megatron leans into your touch. “My cold dark tower seems so bright…I swear it must be Heaven’s light.”

  There is silence between you for some time. The noise from Swerve’s bar has faded away. You sniffle and don’t pull away. “Stay with me,” you beg.

  “You know I can’t,” he says. “Not forever.”

  “Then just for tonight. For as long as we have left. Stay with me, please. I don’t want to let you go. I love you.”

  “You don’t have to.” He hugs you with his free servo. “Not right now. I’m here. I love you too. You are the only one I will ever love. My Heaven’s light.”

  “Salvation through understanding,” you sob, tears streaming down your cheeks. Yet, you are smiling. It’s a grateful smile. A smile that tells him you are so, so lucky to have ever met him at all.

  His optics well up. He lets the walls break. “Understanding brings in the light.”

  Megatron knows he is a monster.

  But after meeting you…he knows he’s a monster who’s worthy of receiving love.

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[my-writings-and-musings]

The thirst for Sexwave knows no bounds, but gotta give Bumblebee credit for a solid second!

Gotta love some Soundwave being all tender and concerned about reader, so here, have some fluff! Soundwave struggling with all his feelings is just fun to write tbh...

Soundwave x Reader

Decepticons rarely lived pleasantly on Earth, as their primary means of survival was avoiding humans who covered all but the most isolated and brutal portions of the planet, but their Cybertronian hardiness meant most could endure extreme conditions without much danger.

Unfortunately, you as a human allied with said Decepticons didn't possess such luck. You'd fallen ill after one too many exposures to cold and rain, forcing the Con in your company to take drastic measures to keep you safe while he searched for the help you needed.

Between the fever and the countless miles of travel you weren't quite sure where he'd taken you, but the time spent snuggled under a load of blankets in his warm cockpit had been nice enough that you didn't care where you'd ended up. The endless frozen wastes and sparse buildings led you to believe somewhere up far to the north, but the Con had found a secure enough bunker and rigged up an effective climate control device by your tiny cot, so you didn't care about the specifics. All that really mattered now was that he'd been gone long enough for you to drift in and out of a feverish sleep multiple times. That still worried you, even if he often went out for similar stretches in the past. It was impossible not to fear for his capture every time he left your side...

Metallic clanks echoed up the tunnel to the outside world, and you snapped awake as the rumble of the bunker seal opening and closing quite literally shook the sleep out of you. Though still exhausted and delirious, you recognized the patter of approaching Cybertronian footsteps straight away, and relaxed when you noted two familiar walking patterns; one with two pedes and one with four.

A Felicon bounded into the circular cement room and came to a halt with a skid, metallic claws sending up a brief shower of sparks before two bright red optics focused on you. Carrying a pouch between his sharp teeth as delicately as he could, Ravage approached you with a tentative sniff, looking you over as he always did after you'd fallen ill. Not entirely coherent, you smiled and put up a hand to meet his muzzle.

"Glad to see you too." you greeted, allowing your heavy head to rest on the pillow as the Felicon sniffed your hand and endured the brief petting quietly. He moved aside when Soundwave entered the room, a literal crate of supplies tucked under an arm. Brushing some of the lingering snow and ice from his armor, the mech dropped to his knees beside your cot, checking you over for a fraction of an instant before he got to work. Cracking open the crate with his claws, he pulled out what appeared to be enough medical supplies to stock a small clinic.

"Medical equipment; acquired." he said in recognition of the obvious, focusing his attention on a kit that appeared to be full of medication for every kind of human illness. You doubted the owners had parted with so much willingly, and couldn't help but hope no one had been squished to provide these.

"How did you...?"

"No casualties to report." Soundwave answered, firm but calm enough that you believed him fully. Organizing his haul into piles by category, he surprised you further when his claws delicately plucked a bag of food from a thick thermal wrapping, allowing you to catch a whiff of the first hot meal you'd encountered in weeks. You couldn't even imagine how he'd acquired such a thing, and no explanation was forthcoming once he finished organizing everything. "Supplies fully restocked and expanded."

Ravage ensured his bag was added to the pile before he settled at your side, offering warmth and comfort as Soundwave gingerly handled the bag of food before laying it down in front of you.

"Rations overdue." he instructed with an obvious desire for you to eat, unable to hide the tiniest hint of uncertainty in his voice as he sat back on his heels. Understanding what he meant, you happily complied, hungry and quite touched by the gesture.

"Thanks, Soundwave." you croaked as you unwrapped the still steaming meal, your exhausted body beyond thankful for some much needed nourishment. The comment made the bot pause, his helm lowering a fraction of an inch as he briefly averted his gaze to mumble his reply.

"Gratitude... unnecessary.'

Ravage made a sound that more resembled a snicker than one of his usual growls, and only wiggled his tail in the picture of innocence when Soundwave fixed him with a hard stare.

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[cyberrose2001]

hnnn I don’t normally ask for requests but my TFP fixation came back swinging, your drabbles have been a great read, and I have a mIGHTY NEEEED.. feel free to ignore this one, though!

Could I possibly request human fem reader that’s usually quiet and laid-back and laughs off their problems, getting caught breaking down because they’ve grown very attached to TFP Optimus (or Ratchet, I’d be happy with either) despite not having a guardian of their own (those two are busy mechs after all😩) and even though they’re ready to fight anyone and anything that threatens the ones they care about they realize they’re too small and weak to help protect them if it came down to it?

TFP Optimus x reader

Hi!! Thank you for requesting! This was very nice to write, I hope that this is something you were looking for… enjoy!! <3

Warnings: SFW/Fluff, very brief description of death, reader has slight crush on OP if you squint hard enough.

Word count: 1046

The problem with happy, go lucky people like yourself is that the highs are high, and the lows are low. Yeah, you’re content with whatever life hurls at you and tend to shake the dust off your shoulders, not bothered by grievances. But sometimes, you wonder what purpose you bring to this surreal life you’ve found yourself cushioned in. It’s a blessing and, unfortunately, a curse.

You met the Autobots about a year ago, another heavy boulder that life had hurled at you, but instead of shattering it into a million pieces just so you could brush it off your back, you found comfort and love in it. Especially Optimus, who of which was the one that suggested you join them after a near miss with Starscream. A robust yet imperturbable mech that you would lay down your life for, a life that is relatively minuscule in comparison to your larger Cybertronian companion.

That’s when your mind tends to drift to your purpose. What was the point of being a part of the Autobots aside from protection? When it comes down to it, there’s really not much you can do to help them significantly. You can’t cock a shotgun and run head-first into a hoard of Decepticons; one wrong step from one of them, and you’d be dead, reduced to smush in the dirt and most likely forgotten.

So you sulk. That’s all you can do. You sulk in one of the many corridors of the silo you’ve tended to call home because there is nothing that you could possibly do to safeguard him or at least return the favour for providing you with sanctuary. The floor is cold, but your tears provide a distracting warmth as they pool onto the arms you’ve buried your head in.

You’ve been sitting here for some time now, and your back is tingly from not moving. You’re entirely focused on crying your heart out that you don’t even notice the rumbling footsteps approaching your pathetic form.

“Y/n? Are you alright?”

Oh shit. It’s Optimus. You can’t face him right now, and you don’t want to. He doesn’t need to see how much you’ve been crying. So, you keep your head in your arms, hoping and praying that he’ll walk away, forget about you like your mind thinks he should.

He doesn’t, which you had expected. Instead, you hear the hydraulics of his pedes in what you’d suspect to be him crouching down and the gentle cold touch of a digit gently prying your arms away from your face.

“Has something happened to you? Why are you upset?” The gentle baritone of his voice is so soothing, yet painful to hear because at least he’s pretending to care about you.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” You croak, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand. It does nothing but smear the salty drops into your hairline. You take the opportunity to glance into his optics, and shit, does he have the most sympathetic look on his face you’ve ever seen from him.

Optimus quirks an optic ridge, then proceeds to sit beside you against the wall with a twang, vibrating the floor beneath you, “I believe I have been around your kind long enough to know that you are hurting,” he turns to face you, “I would not be troubled if you were to indulge me.”

There’s no getting out of this. You need to do what you do best and shrug this off your shoulders.

“I uh,” You sniffle before another barrage of tears flows down your face, “God, Optimus, I’m sorry about this.”

“Do not be,” Optimus reaches down to press a digit to the palm of your hand, an attempt that makes your heart skip a beat, “This is clearly something that is significant to you; take your time and breathe.”

You nod, taking a shaky breath as he orders, “Why do you care so much about me- I mean, us? Why risk your life for a human when you know there’s nothing we can do for you,” Another shaky breath, and you grip his digit, “Why do you do it?”

Optimus’ optics hover over your form, clearly thinking through your words in deep thought. He hums, then turns his helm to the wall before you both, “Tell me, why do you think we protect your kind?”

“Well, we’re pathetic, tiny, primitive meat bags who can’t even-“

“No,” Optimus interrupts you, shaking his helm. A small smile creeps onto his face, “In fact, it is quite the opposite.”

“But how?” You crane your neck to look at him, red, irritated eyes on full display, “How can you say that when we’ve done literally nothing to help your cause?” A pause, and you glance down to the digit that you still cling onto, “I mean- just look. My hand doesn’t even begin to compare to one of your fingers.”

Optimus follows your eyes to his servo, staring at it curiously. He then cups your hand around it, ultimately holding your hand, “It is not the physical differences I am referring to, but the selflessness of providing for us.”

You suck in a breath, blinking away the rest of your tears, “W-What?”

“I do not think you realise your importance to our cause. If not for the valiant efforts to provide us with crucial resources in our battle with the Decepticons, well, we would have no safe place for sanctuary.” Optimus gently squeezes your hand and looks into your reddened windows to your soul, “No place to call home.”

You stare up at him in shock. You never considered that there wouldn’t be a safe place for you to stay if humans hadn't given the Autobots a safe place in the first place. You’re not useless and weak like you think you are. The feeling of relief and disbelief is all too much for you to handle, and you let your tears fall once again, leaning down to rest your head on his servo.

Optimus is unfazed and lets you pour your heart and soul onto him. He closes his optics, basking in your presence as your sobs turn blissful. Content that he can provide you comfort and a safe space, as you have done for him.

#transformers #transformers prime #tfp #tfp optimus #tfp optimus x reader #tfp optimus x human reader #sfw #fluff #cyberrosewrites

[skelswritingcorner]

Assistance to Focus (A First Aid x Reader Fic)

With the encouragement of @lovenotcomputed, I wrote this little thingy. If y'all can't tell, I love First Aid a lot.

A/N: This is technically a UA (Universe Alteration), as the characters are written to be closer to G1 heights. Therefore, characters like Ultra Magnus are 20 feet tall instead of 40.

Warnings: Mentions of autistic shutdown, G/T

It was always a struggle to begin tasks, from those that need to be done to those that you wanted to do. That was something you always hated about yourself, even if you knew it was due to your neurodivergent nature. You're sure that the others on the Lost Light noticed this. Unfortunately, you're pretty confident neurodivergence isn't a thing for Cybertronians, so they might not understand.

The only exception was Rung, the psychiatrist of the ship. "Perhaps you need someone to just... push you along to get started." he suggested, "I remember Ultra Magnus told me about that shutdown you had when you couldn't get started on those files, yes? Maybe doing them with someone else at the same time would be beneficial.”

Right. That was certainly a situation that led to several members of the Lost Light panicking because your head was on the desk and you were sobbing and hyperventilating for an hour, tugging at your hair to distract yourself. Ratchet had to make everyone leave the room and have you brought to your habsuite afterwards, and informed Ultra Magnus that you’d be resting for a cycle or two. At least you didn’t hit yourself with a heavy object.

“I understand that, but I don’t know who I’d do that with,” you glanced at the window, “I’m the smallest person on this ship, and I don’t know anyone else other than the ones I interact with the most as the liaison.”

Rung tapped his digits on his chair, “How about First Aid? From what I’ve heard, you two get along quite well.” Oh. Would be a good idea except for the tension you felt around him sometimes, given how your mind goes haywire around him. He is, however, one of the few people that could calm you down from those shutdowns, so it might be your only option.

You sighed in defeat, “If he agrees to it, then yeah.”

Rung nodded thoughtfully, “I’ll ask him if he’ll be alright with that. Is there anything else you want to talk about?” You shook your head. “Well then, until next time.”

You left Rung’s office, walking in the large expanse of hallways to get to your destination. Fortunately, while almost everyone is thrice your height (quite literally, mind you), it’s easy to maneuver around them with a little verbal warning. Because of that, it didn’t take long before you arrived at the medbay.

The doors opened, and you peeked your head before walking inside. There weren’t many people there right now, Ratchet was talking to Drift about… something you didn’t know anything about. First Aid was at the desk, working on medical reports from what you could tell. He shouldn’t be too busy, right?

“Y/N?” Oh, that must be Ratchet. He probably wanted to check on you, given what happened a few days ago.

“Yeah?” you looked up at the red mech.

Ratchet knelt down to address you, “Are you doing alright? I’m sure you’re still stressed from what happened. Are you sure you shouldn’t be resting still?”

You shook your head, “I usually just need a day to recover from a shutdown. I’ll be fine.”

Ratchet squinted, clearly doubting your words. “I doubt that just a day would be sufficient, but alright. Do you need something?”

“Uhh, it’s based on something Rung suggested. He suggested that I have someone else with me to help me get started on the task.” you explained.

“I see,” Ratchet curled his servo, tapping his chin in thought, “Is there someone specific you wanted to assist you?”

You paused, contemplating if you should tell Ratchet. Did he figure out the thoughts you get about First Aid? Ratchet did comment that your face was red the first time you saw him without his mouthpiece at Swerve’s bar, and asked if you were alright. You doubt he realized that the redness was due to you getting flustered. Drift walked up to Ratchet, whispering, “I think Y/N wants First Aid to help her.”

You heard all of it, jumping a little bit. Drift smirked, and Ratchet chuckled, “Don’t worry about it, Y/N. I’ll ask him for you.” Ratchet walked to First Aid, exchanging a few words with him. Unfortunately, it wasn’t one you could hear from where you were.

First Aid walked up to you after grabbing some datapads, “Rung messaged me about it just before Ratchet told me, you want me to help you?” A nod was the only reply you gave. “I’ll bring you to a quiet place. I’ll bring some of the paperwork that I can do.” You nodded again, and First Aid helped set you on his shoulder.

The both of you walked to your habsuite, and you grabbed the datapad with the document you struggled to start reading last time. After grabbing a set of ear pods, you and First Aid went to his habsuite. Fortunately, his habsuite was close to your own, so it didn’t take long.

“Are you sure we should do that in your habsuite?” you asked, “Isn’t this meant to be a place for rest?”

“I-” First Aid stammered, “I didn’t know anywhere else that would be without distractions.”

That’s understandable. This ship is pretty hectic, after all. “Well then, let’s do this.'' The both of you walked to the desk in the habsuite, sitting down on the chair together.

First Aid had you situated in his lap, servo splayed slightly on your own as he prepared his set of datapads. Putting in your headphones on a low volume, you played instrumental music as you looked at the datapad you held in your hand. It’s just documents on Cybertonian anatomy, it should be fine. Not like you don’t know anything about robotics at all, everything’s going to be fine.

It took a bit to start, but after some time you began reading the document. It was a bit intimidating, but that’s what happens when you first learn stuff, it’s always a little scary in the beginning. It helped that First Aid was ghosting circles into your thigh, it was minimal enough that it didn’t hurt or distract.

After some time, you finished reading the document. It took some time, but you knew this was the shorter version. A more simple explanation of Cybertronian anatomy, with comparisons between the anatomy of a Cybertronian and the anatomy of a human.

There were no equivalents for some organs, but what made you curious was that reproductive organs weren’t mentioned. It makes sense, Cybertronians reproduce asexually. It wouldn’t make sense for them to have those parts, right?

“You’re done?” the voice from above asked. It sounded a little… clearer than usual? You looked up, seeing First Aid… without his mouthpiece?

“I was surprised, once you began you quickly got in some kind of zone.” First Aid chuckled, “It was fascinating.”

If it wasn’t obvious enough already, your face was heating up. Did he know how flustered you got that time at Swerve’s? Was he using that to get you worked up?

“I, uh, tend to hyperfocus.” you stammered, unconsciously beginning to bounce your leg.

First Aid let out a chuckle, “I’m just teasing you. At least you were able to read through the document without any signs of stress. I didn’t feel you bouncing your leg until now. The most you did was shake them a little.”

Wait, he noticed that?! Well, you were in his lap the whole time, so he likely noticed you stimming?

“Anyway,” his mouthpiece moved back into place, “you’re likely tired from this, right? I’ll bring you back to your habsuite.”

You nodded quickly, grabbing your things before letting First Aid pick you up. After he confirmed that you were ready, the both of you walked to your habsuite. After exchanging goodbyes, you walked into the habsuite.

First Aid walked away, stumbling into Rodimus. “Hello, Captain.”

“Spendin’ time with the tiny liaison?” Rodimus wiggled his optical ridges, implying a possibility of First Aid and the liaison doing something else.

“We’re literally in front of their room, they’re going to hear you.” First Aid mentioned. He knew that, even though the sound insulation for the organic habsuites are pretty good, Y/N’s hearing is pretty sensitive. They could be listening in.

“It’ll be fine,” Rodimus drawled out, “I made sure the best sound insulation is in those habsuites! When I found out that one of the liaisons has super sensitive audials that can’t be turned down, I made sure that theirs especially got the sound insulation.”

All of that made First Aid squint. “Yeah, right. I’m pretty confident Ultra Magnus was the one who had to do that.”

“Oi!”

“But am I wrong? I remember he’s the one who told us Medics about Y/N’s conditions.” First Aid tilted his helm.

Rodimus grumbled, “Ugh, nevermind! We can discuss what I wanted to tell you about at Swerve’s bar.”

First Aid shook his head, “No need. Liaison Y/N and I did not interface, Rodimus. That wouldn’t be professional. Besides, Y/N just joined last week. I doubt that would be enough time for them to feel comfortable doing that.”

“Right. Anyway, we can talk later at Swerve’s.” Rodimus left, leaving First Aid standing there. Guess he can return to the medbay now.

However, while he wouldn’t say it for now, First Aid is catching feelings for the human liaison. They haven’t been there for long, but Y/N has a fond spot in his spark. It’s simply too early to try flirting or being romantic. Sure, he did mess around a little bit to confirm if his face plate without the mask on made them flustered, and it did, but other than that it’s best to be slow.

#transformers x reader #first aid x reader #transformers first aid #idw first aid #transformers drift #transformers ratchet #transformers rodimus #transformers ultra magnus #sfw g/t #g/t #giant/tiny

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　RODIMUS PRIME x gn reader

　　　　『　rodimus ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> avatar au | part 2

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, first contact au ,, avatar au ,, language barrier

　　— lmk what yall think of this :3 any critism or feedback is welcome <3 pls repost !!

          red flashed throughout the ship ,, alarms blaring in all directions as bots aboard panicked . no one knew what was happening ,, no information shared as they ran and gasped and stood frozen in distraught . rodimus wasnt sure of what was happening either ,, panicked like the rest of them but still staying as calm as he could .

          he transformed ,, determined to get to the control center and figure out what exactly was happening . he swerved around the panicking mechs ,, making sharp turns and excelling his speed . drifting into the control center ,, he transformed quickly and watched as a battle took place between autobot and decepticon . seekers littered the control center ,, locked in a fight with the piloting autobots . the control panel was smashed and burnt ,, lazer fire going in every which direction . rodimus wasted no time ,, quickly joining in the battle and punching a seeker off one of his fellow mechs .

          the ship tilted and turned ,, thrashing about as the battle raged on . rodimus grabbed the back of a seeker by their wings ,, shoving towards another seeker and kicking the one rushing towards him . with every punch and kick the mech gave ,, he was met with one from any lurking seeker ready to take a hit to him . dents and paint chipped ,, energon leaking from his mouth as he grabbed one seeker in a chokehold . energon spilt over the floor from his fellow autobots ,, and some other decepticons . it pooled beneath his pedes ,, covering the floor in bright magenta .

          the front of the ship was set ablaze ,, a sign that they were entering the atmosphere of earth . rodimus struggled in his battle with the decepticons ,, all the other autobots now bleeding out on the floor with their optics offline . it had to have been an ambush ,, decepticons hacking into autobot comm links and steering the pilots right into a trap . they mustve relayed another message ,, the seekers quickly retreating from the ship as the alarms blared .

          rodimus lost his grasp on the seeker in his servos ,, watching as they left and flew through the air . he rushed over to the control panel ,, pressing what buttons he could and grabbing the steers to pull away from any civilization below . he couldnt do much ,, narrowly steering the ship on a crash course through a dense forest where he hoped no humans would be there . rodimus could only wait ,, feeling the ship thrust and throttle about . he could hear bits and pieces flying off the ship and land who knows where .

          he could hear the forestry being broken ,, branches snapping and cackling as theyre massacred by the ship . he could only brace himself for impact ,, feeling the harsh thrust of being thrown to the back of the room as the ship crashed . smoke poured everywhere ,, circling the room as flames crawled in . rodimus could only see black after that ,, stuck in the abyss of eternal darkness until he could be brought back online . left to hope that maybe some autobots made it ,, maybe some autobots were on their way . all he was left to do was hope .

          rodimus didn't remember much ,, optics onlining as his systems yelled at him about his injuries . open wounds and gnashes leaking energon ,, dents and paint chipped in places . the first thing he could see when his optics finally focused was a face . one he hadnt seen before ,, almost like they were cybertronian but not exactly . the only response he could give was to shriek ,, causing the being to also shriek in return ,, running and hiding behind a bush .

          the creature was small ,, organic but not like the 'animals' he was shown pictures of beforehand . they look more like those humans ,, walking on two legs and having cybertronian features . curiosity captured the mech ,, wondering what they were . he couldnt contain his thoughts ,, so many questions about this place and them . he was starting to feel like perceptor in a way .

          they warbled something ,, eyes big and wide in caution yet they held a want in them . slowly ,, they stepped out from behind the flora ,, hand stretched out in front of them as they scooted slowly towards rodimus . he repeated their actions ,, holding his servo out as he moved towards them ,, until they suddenly touched . their hand was small and warm

against his cold servo . he could almost feel this beat under their 'skin'.

          their mouth moved upwards in a smile ,, eyes shining bright as they looked into his optics . rodimus returned the smile ,, curious about what else there was to know about these humans than what he was told . they didnt seem so threatening ,, so violent . they reminded him of those protoform turbofoxes he'd seen on cybertron . all soft plating and barely any teeth to them . humans couldnt be so bad ,, he thought .

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

[tinydefector]

Hi can you write smut with Rodimus x gn bot reader but make reader come off as feminine (i know you said that you not good with writing female reader), thanks if you do

Painted Sunset

Rodimus x Cybertronian Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: smut, paint play, blowjobs, sex, valveplug.

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they try not to twitch under the tickle of the airbrush. Rodimus had a rather steady hand when it came to painting, they had requested his help with a new paint and colour scheme. So here they stood letting him paint their armour. "Roddy, how's my face?” they ask, optics shut as the speedster continues painting.

Rodimus chuckled lightly at their squirming, deftly adjusting his grip upon plating to provide better access to the area's he's painting.

 His touch remained steady, "Nearly done, sweetspark," he soothed, tilting their helm just to better catch ambient light glancing off the fresh coat. An appreciative whistle broke from his vocoder. "Lookin' scorching hot already! Might have to call Drift in for a second opinion, thinking he'll stall seeing you all colourful?" Rodimus grinned, mischief twinkling  in his optics as his field intertwined with theirs. 

 "Quite the masterpiece if I do say so myself!" He beamed, stepping back proudly. "Now go show off for Drift. betcha 20 shanix he'll blow a gasket out over the new chroma!" He teases, Rodimus himself has to back away so he doesn't ruin the new paint job. 

"Primus, and having the two of you drooling over the new paint, have enough trouble getting you to keep your servos to yourself normally" they laugh softly while looking over the new colours that shimmer off their arms, Having to stop themselves from touching It while it dries.

Rodimus grins, though pride swelled seeing their obvious delight in his craft. He sidled closer once more, field blossoming bright mischief as he trailed digit teasingly along gleaming metal. "Can you blame us for admiring fine art?" he purred, pede nudging playfully between theirs. His chuckle rumbled low and flirtatious, blue optics twinkling naughty promises sure to ruffle plating freshly painted. 

"Besides, with you all bright and flashy, how's a mech gonna keep his servos to himself?" Rodimus hums. "Fine art am I now Roddy, you better keep your servos to yourself or you'll be fixing my finish" they hum teasingly, not touching him but close enough that he can feel the venting breath from them. They are testing him to see if he would break so easily to touch them.

Rodimus' field flared in hungry heat at their coy challenge, He cycled an unsteady ventilation, optics darkening with smouldering intent tracking each shift as they lean back quickly. Rodimus holds back a noise knowing full well how thinned his self-control grew facing such sweet torment.

"Minx," Rodimus purred low in vocalizer roughened by pulsing want. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted his servo as if to caress freshly-painted plating. only to splay broad palm mere inches shy of contact. His strutting smirk lost smugness, "Is this a game you're fit to win, sweetspark?" he rasped, charge pooling heavy between arrays drawn tight against swelling spike. 

If they pushed him further, he would shatter, and Primus help them both in the ravages sure to follow. "And I seem to be winning it already, why do you think I got you to paint me a test Hot rod" they hum while taking a step back waiting to see if he would try to follow, a smirk lingers on their lips, their hips sway slightly as they walk backwards. optics shimmer in mischief. 

Rodimus groaned pathetically as their teasing pedework drew them further from his desperate reach. His optics smouldered like twin supernovas, magnetic field crackling with ragged charge and wanton need. 

Cursed him for the idiot he was - playing into the seducer's hands like the hapless himbo fate made him. ”now thats just evil and you know it” he calls out. They had it out for him, So he did the only thing a fool in love could - thrust out his bottom lip in a playful pout, revving the engine to match the sway of those tempting hipplates calling his very name. 

"Awww, c'mon!" Rodimus whines putting on his best attempt at the sad cat face. "No fair leavin' a mech hangin' after workin' so hard on your paint! At least let me admire the masterpiece up close." He took a step forward, servos outstretched in plea for their frame to be in his servos. 

"And let you have a chance and mess up the stunning work, not a chance lover boy, doubt you could make it look this good if you mess it up" they tease, the light shimmering off the fresh paint. "Roddy don't..." they laugh getting ready to bolt from him if he tried to grab them. 

With a playful growl, he lunged, only to yelp in surprise as his thundering pedefalls met empty air. Whipping around, he spied them laughing form already dancing out of reach. 

"No fair outlier abilities!!" he wailed in protest, revving his engine eagerly despite the cruel tease now dangling just out of reach. 

With a cheeky grin, Rodimus gave chase"C'mere, you shiny rascal!" he hollered, field pulsing playful challenge. "Lemme love on that sexy paint...promise I'll be gentle...maybe...." Laughter follows as the two bots end up on the floor, paint smudging against both Rodimus and the floor as he pulls them into a kiss. Soft purred noises leave them as their servos run along his plating. "Roddy you're gonna ruin my paint if you haven't already" they whine loudly.

 Rodimus tumbled with them both end-over-end in a playful tumble as they kiss each other, hands caressing each other, tugging and pulling, plating clattering musically against the floor. 

"Mmm, worth it!" Rodimus crooned gleefully, His throbbing array stirred anew at the intimacy, swollen against their trembling panel. 

“your a nucence you know that” they shoot back, smeering paint across his chassis. It  only stoked Rodimus' raging desires higher. His field pulsed scorching heat, charge pooling heavy and thick between his grinding panels. 

"Sorry sweetspark - b-but you started it!" Rodimus’ servos caressed feverishly, mapping every sweet line bared only for his intimate study. Oh, how he craved making a proper mess of them. They eagerly kiss him, cupping the back of his helm, digits toying with his Audial fins. Smearing their colours across his Orange and yellow finish. "Worth having to re-paint me and probably yourself" they call out as they press against him, one leg hooking over his hip plating. 

Rodimus moaned helplessly into the ravishing kiss, fields entwining in dazzling feedback loops of molten sensory bliss. Their teasing touches along his audials sent a crackling charge racing down his spinal strut. 

"W-worth it, worth every second of it!" Rodimus coos face pressing into their neck cabling as he nips at it eagerly. His spike pressurised eagerly against his panels, a strangled gasp leaves him. thrust against their welcome form, grinding paint transferring. "J-just gotta touch you, sweetspark!" he gazed down at them eagerly.

"By Solus, make a mess o' me..." Rodimus caressed fresh smudges as if anointing sacred sacrament. "Your own fault pretty bot, making a mess of my paint" they call out leaning back onto the floor. Their optics shimmer and flicker up at him as they lay under him. "Better make it up to me Rodimus" they tease in a flirty tone, interface panel snapping open. 

"Ohh, I'll make it up to you sweetspark - promise!" Rodimus groans against their intake, grinding stained plating with delirious hunger. paint blend together so perfectly and across his own finish. Rodimus lapped ravishing kisses down their trembling frame, tracing each new colour transfer with loving glossa. His thumb teasingly rubbed circles over a still-damp seal, coaxing fresh transfluid to well eager tip.

"Gonna frag you so good," Rodimus crooned in a lovesick vow against the sensitive wires. “ then I'll paint you all over again..." whines leave them as his servos tease the seams of their interface panel. rocking into the touch as his digits tease them open, the their spike pressurises, valve leaking transfluid eagerly in response to his touches. 

His field pulsed adoring heat, optics tracking each delicious bead of fluid beading swollen node and aching valve-lips framed in smeared smears of your mingled hues. 

"Frag, lookit you..." Rodimus rasped, glossa flickering rapturously over straining spike head. His broad thumbs massaged deliciously at damp outer layer of their valve nodes, wringing muffled whimpers from their vocalizer. "Purrin' for me so sweet, so messy..." 

His own dripping spike twitched desperately, valve clenching emptily Rodimus seized swollen spikes in an eager fist, grinding his glossa desperate against their quivering node. They arch up as his mouth wraps around the spike, his Digits delving into their valve. 

desperate and sinful moans, liquid fire shot through Rodimus' circuits. His greedy mouth descended upon a straining spike like a man starved, engines roaring ravenous worship of divine steel filling his intake. His digits worked their slick valve with practised care, scissoring deliciously. 

"P-Primus, sweetspark - y-you taste incredible!" Rodimus praised raggedly around thick mouthful, He feasted like a glutton, valve fluids frothing his chin as his pacing picked up speed, Their valve eagerly clenches his digits, legs spreading wider, their paint was truly ruined at this point, smeared colours mingle on both of them and the floor. 

Rodimus moaned brokenly as their valve gripped his digits tight, the first ripples of overload shivering their eager frame. The sight of their spread thighs and ruined paint have him nearly losing control. Rodimus withdrew fingers from their quivering valve lips, surging upwards to seize swollen node between his lips. His straining spike throbbed desperately, tip already weeping transfluid. 

"Sweetspark-" Rodimus gasped in fervent prayer, optics wide and drinking Thierry ecstasy wracked face as if fuel. He moves quick gripping their hips, he aligned his pulsing spike, slowly sliding into their welcoming Valve. Once the two settle against the floor Rodimus set a punishing pace, 

Two became one beneath their riot of colours. Paint smeared frames in joining, Loud moans leave their lips as his hips meet theirs, the loud slamming of metal echoes in the room, paint smears on both of them. They pull Rodimus into another kiss. Meeting each of his thrust eagerly. "Fuck don't stop roddy don't stop" they moan, face pulling back before pressing into his shoulder plating. Legs wrapping around his hips. 

Rodimus lost himself in the madness gripping them both - their moans, tight embrace is his heaven, Rodimus pounded into them with passion, circuits alight at each slick plunge into their core, metal, silicone and carbon fibre parting in friction-scorched splendour to welcome him ever deeper. 

"Frag, your gorgeous," Rodimus praised raggedly, vents roaring out ecstasy. One final thrust, has Rodimus rutting desperately into them, their digits cling to his back struts keeping him as close as possible as overload takes them both. 

In the aftermath's bliss, Rodimus kissed them softly, both panting out deep ventilations.   Paint-smeared hands caressed away tremors, fields cradling together. They laugh as they lay on the floor under him. Pressing soft kisses to his face. "You messed my paint up" they chuckle while smearing more of it across Rodimus' face. Rodimus' faceplates scrunched adorably beneath their playful servos, nuzzling into them with soft kisses and a rumbling purr. His optics shone brighter as he gazes down at thier radiant smile, spark swelling fit to burst.  

"Worth it," Rodimus sighed blissfully, tracing gentle digits over newly combined hues dappling their gleaming plating. Lowering his helm to theirs, Rodimus vented a contented sigh, field pulsing waves of warmth and affection. "Love seein' wear your colours, sweetspark."  His thumb stroked their smiling cheek, drinking deep the intimacy and aftermath's lingering glow suffusing very wiring. Rodimus stole one final, lingering kiss. "Love you," he whispered, spark overflowing. "Till all paint fades and stars go dark." He hums against their lips. “getting sappy on me Rodimus?” They chuckle softly, cradling his faceplate. “hmm, guess I am” he purrs out softly. 

They lay there together, not caring that their paint was drying on him. “be my conjunx Endura?” he whispers softly running his servos against their face plating. “ your the only one I want, only you” he rumbles out. 

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers x human #transformers idw #transformers lost light #valveplug #rodimus #rodimus transformers #rodimus x reader #idw rodimus #rodimus idw #mtmte rodimus #rodimus mtmte #idw transformers #tf idw #mtmte transformers #tf mtmte #mtmte #transformers mtmte #idw mtmte

[i-starcreamed]

Hey, I was thinking of a oneshot request for MTMTE Rodimus, Megatron, Drift, Whirl, Tarn, Shatted Glass Optimus Prime and Bayverse Ironhide with a Cybertronian S/O who can transform into a weapon (and it depends on what weapon she turns to, depending on who the character she is with). I was thinking it could be a female S/O as well, to make it easier for you cause I'm aware that's a lot of characters lol. Thank you, have a good day/afternoon/night 🤗

Part 2 of this request

MTMTE Whirl x Cybertronian!reader

this one ended up longer than I thought LOL

Whirl is immediately thrilled to have such a cool partner. At first he was distrustful of you, as usual, and even challenged you to a brawl for no reason. All you were doing was having a small drink at Swerve's, chatting and laughing with a couple of other bots. It was about your second or third time showing up at the bar, you found it quite easy to make friends here. Now, Whirl wasn't particularly interested in you when you first arrived on the Lost Light. Nothing unusual, you were just another bot, right? And yet like many others, after seeing you a couple of times he just couldn't figure out your alt-mode. Were you on the LL for no absolute reason and just another has-been?

And so he did the most logical thing, he suddenly marched up to you and said something like, "c-mere!" So...you did the most logical thing as well. Despite the mechs holding both Whirl and you back, you managed to transform and fire in a split second before you hit the ground.

Despite having a gaping hole in his chassis (nothing fatal, don't worry) he never left you alone after that.

It's been a while since the two of you have been together now, to the surprise of many and others simply said you were meant for each other. So it came to the point where you could trust him as the one to handle your alt-mode.

"You sure this won't uh, blast my arm off or something?"

"I'm not sure, actually, but we'll find out." Anyone who was unfamiliar with you two would wonder why Whirl was talking to a talking blaster that was bigger than the size of his clawed servos, but luckily you were alone. This was the first time either of you had done this, it startled the both of you when you transformed and magically clipped onto Whirl's arm like a built-in blaster meant just for him. Unexpected, but convenient.

"Ready?"

"Re-"

He fired and the both of you went flying backward into the wall. The blast didn't hit the desired target and instead a bit above it, creating a burnt mark on the metal walls. Meanwhile, debris fell onto Whirl as he recovered from the hit, you were both sitting in a dent in the used-to-be wall.

"Whirl! Are you- are you okay?!"

You transformed back and knelt down beside him, gently shaking him by his shoulder plates. He seemed a little dazed, you always wondered how his single optic can be so expressive. He lifted his right servo a bit shakily, the same one he fired with, and placed it near your chassis.

"That was...that was hot.."

You best believe after that, you grew closer than ever. He no longer collapses at your alt-mode's recoil and he looks badass while attacking his enemies, what more could he want?

Although the mech was a little funky, you wouldn't change a thing. You snapped out of your thoughts when suddenly your surroundings went silent, you looked up at your conjunx only to meet his gaze as well. His yellow optic turned into an upside-down "u" shape and you couldn't help but smile.

MTMTE Tarn x Cybertronian!Reader

Let's head back to Issue #7, yeah? Also I can't see Tarn being in a healthy relationship but I love him just as much as others do, so I made him somewhat sane for you, anon (or I made reader just as crazy, idk)

Tarn would never admit how much he enjoyed your alt-mode and well...you in general. He does, but in his own odd ways. The mech is so accustomed to using others for his own gain, taking and taking and taking but giving only when it's beneficial to him. But you? He cherishes you the way he cherishes what he does. You would've never thought you'd be part of the DJD, much less being the literal conjunx of their leader. Yeah, you knew about all their actions but you couldn't help but hold your helm high up as you stood next to your partner, peering down at a beat-up mech as the rest of the DJD stood around him.

Black Shadow, you remembered, was quivering on the ground with most of his armor melted off, barely cooling off. But at what cost? He had already been partially melted by Helex and now it was time for you to partially do your job.

"Y/N, love. Care to assist me in teaching this traitor a lesson?"

You obliged, you transformed into the cybertronian equivalent of a circular saw with the sharpest of blades. Over time, you too had gotten your own modifications of course. More and more blades were added to your alt-mode, resulting in a ravishing and formidable torture machine. The beaten mech's optics widened, albeit weakly, knowing what was about to happen.

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You thought it was sweet the way Tarn would carefully clean off the spilled energon from your blades every time you were finished with a traitor. Suddenly with you, he had the most gentle servos known to cybertronian-kind. After that was done, the mech let out a soft sigh. He would- read this carefully, he would give your alt-mode a peck and gentle pat on the weapon. He would take pride in the way your bio-lights would brighten.

"You did so well, as always, Y/N."

#ahhhhhh #transformers x reader #mtmte #mtmte x reader #mtmte tarn #djd x reader #tarn x reader #mtmte whirl #whirl x reader #cybertronian reader #maccadam #lost light #lost light x reader

[stickytrigger69]

Fluff of poly breakdown and knockout reuniting with s/o reader who they thought was offlined but surprise reader is alive

Poly Breakdown and Knockout x GN Cybertronian Reader

Reader is gender neutral

Bot instead of mech or femme

Readers' frame type, paint job, etc, are unspecified.

Reader is hinted at being somewhere in between the two in terms of height (just cause it's cute that way lol)

Reader is in a polygamous relationship with Knockout and Breakdown.

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There is a long list of bots that have gone missing and been offlined during the war. Since even the beginning, both factions started losing troops to the unknown. And though the list is long, many know that it should be longer, so many others have been completely forgotten, they just don't exist anymore. That almost happened to you. Everyone almost forgot your name and frame type, believing that you were utterly obliterated. But there are two mech who think about you constantly and want you to return to them, they know you will even if wveryone says theyre delusional.

Their berth is comfortable and warm as they lay together. They don't even have to talk to enjoy each other's company. Even without words, they both know and feel that something is missing, though. That something was a special someone, a gorgeous bot that got as much as they gave, and they gave a lot. With a deep sigh, Knockout got closer to Breakdown, holding onto him tighter. The weather on this bipolar planet is gloomy today, cloudy with the promise of rain and lightning.

And it does nothing but add to their moment. After the loss of their third, the two have become closer. More worried and afraid of losing one another, the loneliness they both feel, the cold that they feel in your place is too much. To bear it alone would kill them. It would just break them down and make them crumble into a pile of rubble. So they hold each other, they hold each other so tightly sometimes it leaves paint transfers on their arms and chassis.

You made things flow, and since you've "disappeared," they've had to adapt and have, begrudgingly, built up a new routine without you. They uncomfortably work through the space you've left behind. Even now, Knockout holds onto Breakdown with a small space in between them for you to squeeze yourself into. With a small sigh, Breakdown reaches over and pulls him flush to him, closing the gap. He receives an annoyed grumble in return, but he doesn't care. No one but him can fill the space right now.

As soon as they begin to drift into recharge, the alarm blares into their audials, and the emergency lights flash red. Did the Autobots manage to make it onboard again? They both shoot up and out of the berth to start making their way down the halls to the control room. The closer they get, though, they notice vehicons scattered around the halls, they're not dead, just incapacitated. A little odd, Autobots don't seem to mind killing them unless they've just chosen to switch it up this time.

Just a few corners from the control room, they notice more cons on the floor. Just one more corner to the entrance of the control room and they see a shadow on the wall.

"Out of my way!" A stranger yells as a vehicon is thrown against the wall where their shadow rests. The door whooshes open, and the stranger wastes no time rushing in. More clanging of metal fists hitting faceplates and the occasional grunt and blaster fire. The two turn the corner to see the stranger take down the last vehicon in their way only to face off Soundwave and lose almost instantly. With a growl, they are knelt down in front of Megatron.

"You abandon me on Cybertron, and now you attack me when I should be welcome?" They hiss.

"I did not abandon you. And it is only a precaution. You did land unannounced." Megatron replies nonchalantly, earning another growl.

"I thought you'd recognize your own craft, my lord. But you just left me there! Just forgot about me!" They shout.

"All we found was a piece of your armor, there was nothing more-"

"Or so you thought! You didn't even bother looking!" That makes Megatron angry.

"There was only ash and no time to spare! It was a battlefield!" He yells, but they don't flinch.

"You knew I was alive, didn't you? Just couldn't be bothered, right?" They sound sad? "And what did you tell my partners? That I was dead? Even showed them the spot that marked my grave, didn't you? Where are they? Did you abandon them, too?" They accuse. "They're here, aren't they?" Megatron says nothing, only stares at the stranger. Halfway up the steps of the walkway, they stop to look at each other, hope in their expressions before they continue back up the stairs with newfound vigor. Eager to see this stranger.

As they come into view, it's hard to see more than just a color scheme because of Soundwave blocking their view of said stranger, but for some reason, they're oddly familiar. Megatron nods his head at the silent mech who lets you go, giving you room to stand. With the room, you lunge at him, but he grabs your shoulder, stopping you mid jump.

"Please understand, I didn't have a choice but to assume you were offlined for the greater good. To risk a whole battalion on one would be foolish. You do have a right to be angry, but know where to aim that anger." Megatrons servo tightens around your shoulder before turning you around to see Soundwave take a side step to move out of the way. Your frown dissipates and is replaced by surprise. Before you is a short red mech and a tall blue one. The room is silent, save for the sounds of pedes as the vehicons pick themselves up.

"I knew it!" Knockout shouts, causing you to flinch. "We knew it! We knew you were still functioning!" He hastily approaches you to take your servos in his and small beads of coolant in his optics. You didn't notice when coolant began building up in your own optics, but you did notice when a drop trailed down your face. You're at a loss for words, processor running low on energy as your red lover rants to you about how he knew you would find them. Megatron stands there behind you, watching with a smug face as your demeanor is weakened at the mere sight of your lovers.

A servo presses to the side of your face, cupping your cheek perfectly, and you subconsciously lean into it. A somber smile on your face as your optics flutter closed. Breakdown finally comes back into his frame and steps over to lift you both into his big arms. You laugh heartily at the sudden pressure, optics snapping open to look at his orange face. He smiles brightly at you, and without a word, he starts walking out of the control room. Your and Knockouts pedes sway with every step he takes.

"Soundwave, I want you to pay very close attention to them, (designation) doesn't seem like themself." Megatron orders when the trio are far away enough. The shorter mech beside him nods.

You've been gone way too long, it seems. The two have already made their new ways without you. Perhaps...

"(Designation)? Are you alright, sweet spark?" Breakdown asks softly.

"Hmm? Oh, yes. Fine. Why?" Optics a little wider and voice a little higher than you mean for it to be, but you play it off.

"You're a little; I don't know." He shrugs at you. "I really can't say what it is, but I know something is off."

You frown and open your mouth to say something, "they're just getting used to things again. You feel out of place, don't you, love?" Knockout asks you with a small pout. You nod absent-minded. With the click of his glossa, he nods and pulls you into his chest, resting his chin on the top of your helm. You finally relax, frame slowing down after all this time. After so many years, your once tense joints and stressed lines loosen and open up. This is all you need and all that you've wanted. Always having been the physical type with your lovers, wanting their digits or servo intertwined with your own.

You let out a deep exvent, and Knockout hums approvingly. You sit there against Knockout, listening to his familiar frame him and Whirl with life. Breakdown watches and notices Knockout shift and brace his pedes on the floor. "Did they?" He asks. Knockout looks at him with a smile.

"They did. Help me move them, please." He pecks Breakdowns lips when he gets close enough to look at your face. Such a tired little face, he looks at every inch of your faceplate, dedicating the sight to his memory, he was scared he had been forgetting what you looked like but he still remembers. When he's satisfied, he stands tall and lifts you up off Knockout's chest with a small huff.

"They feel lighter." He states flatly only for the short red mech to hum in agreement. He looks down at him to see him staring at you.

"I've really missed them. I missed them so much. We won't let them disappear this time. We can't." He looks up into orange optics with a seriousness that would make most anyone shrink away. "Even if we have to put a leash-backpack-thing that human bitlets use, then so be it. But we can not let them out of our sight." He threatens before turning towards the berth. With a shiver and a light chuckle, Breakdown follows. Thank Primus you weren't awake to hear that, or you would have started fighting with the cherry red mech. Though he has kissed the sassy bickering, it's far too early in your return for an argument.

Later in the night, you wake up between them. 'When did I fall into recharge?' You muse. You lay there in thought, feeling their frames against your own. 'I'm never letting them out of my sight again, I'm staying with them even if it angers them' you settle your mind on that. Agreeing with yourself that you'll never leave their sides again.

"You're thinking too loud, go back to sleep." Knockout mumbles and presses his face into your neck. You turn towards him slightly but then settle back down with a hum. "Why do you feel so funny?" He inquires, "Just relax, would you? Stop overthinking."

"You don't have to worry," Breakdown stretches with a groan, "We're not going anywhere. Okay?"

"Okay." You whisper with a tired smile, your worries ebb away with their constant reassurance. You're happier, more comfortable than you've been in centuries, and it's because of these two mechs that have been missing for so long.

#transformers #tf #transformers prime #tfp #macadam #maccadam #macaddam #gn reader #cybertronian reader #gn cybertronian reader #tfp breakdown #tfp knockout #tfp kobd

[petitelepus]

Hi! New follower here! Congratulations on hiting 1K! If it's no too much trouble may I please ask for a MTMTE seniario, sfw or NSFW depending on how the muse wants to run with it?

Drift x Ratchet x Reader/Earth Liaison on the Lost Light

The poor Human Liaison has accidentally been permanently cyberformed into a femm through quantum shenanigans or a Brainstorm related lab accident. They've finally gained control of their body and systems through PT with First Aid and they just scanned their first alt mode(dealer's choice). Drift and Ratchet whisk them off for a private celebration before they announce the good news to the rest of the crew.

Thank you!

THANK YOU SO MUCH, AND WELCOME TO MY HUMBLE LITTLE BLOG! I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR STAY HERE!

You admit you were shocked, sad, and maybe even slightly angry at the whole world, or more likely to Brainstorm. You were human, but now you weren't?

It took a moment for you to learn to control your new body. You had to learn how to walk from the beginning, but luckily your lovers were by your side no matter what.

Ratchet and First Aid ensured you were alright and not hurt in any way, and while they treated your new body, Drift treated your mind.

"You are still you, even if you have Cybertronian's frame now," That's what Drift had told you as he lovingly grasped your metallic hand and looked at you, "Either way, Ratchet and I still love you."

You had no reason to doubt him or Ratchet. So, it had taken time and mistakes were made, but finally, you were able to scan yourself a new alt mode that you were admiring in your shared habsuite.

"A flyer, huh?" Drift smiled as he and Ratchet took in your new wings and you smiled, "You two are bound to earth, but this way I can offer air support."

"You ain't going anywhere near danger, but otherwise a good choice," Ratchet nodded and while you wanted to object and say that you would still want to help, you had other things that required notice.

"I uh..." You swallowed as you looked aside a little nervously, "There are still some things that confuse me?"

"What are they?" The two lovers of yours asked and you swallowed nervously as you pointed down and they looked down at your pedes.

"Your pedes?" Drift wondered out loud and you shook your helm, "No, my- Ugh, genitalia!"

"So your spike and valve." Ratchet bluntly stated and you nodded in embarrassment, "Yes..."

Ah, of course, just a few days ago you were missing certain components so it made sense you were confused.

"It's just...!" Your face turned darker in shame, "My spike aches and my valve leaks..."

"Oh." Drift nodded and Ratchet smacked the back of his helm, "I mean, OH!"

"You're running a charge there kid. You just need to overload and you should feel better in no time." Ratchet said but you shook your helm, "I want to... I want to do it with you guys...?"

Now Drift and Ratchet were the ones feeling second-hand embarrassment. They glanced at each other, smiled, and then looked at you.

"If that is what you want then who are we to deny your wish?" Drift smiled as he walked around you and gently grasped your wings, making you flinch at how sensitive they were! "Yip!"

"Do you want to frag me or let Drift frag you?" Ratchet asked and you blushed as you glanced between the old medic and young swordsmech.

"Can't... Can't I have both?" You finally asked and the mechs glanced at each other before Drift grinned and Ratchet scowled.

"Kinky fraggers," The medic grumbled as he made himself comfortable on the huge berth and opened his legs wide open, as his modestly plating shifted aside.

Your optics immediately went to look at Ratchet's valve and you were mesmerized by how wet he looked to already be.

"Takes one to know another," Drift laughed from behind you as he gently guided you to stand between Ratchet's legs and the swordmech's hand gently tapped the plating between your legs.

"Open up and show Ratty what he is going to get?"

You were absolutely mortified but did as Drift told you to and your panels shifted aside as your modest spike emerged. Ratchet looked at it and nodded as his hand went between his legs and he started to open himself with his servos.

"Good spike you have there." He grunted and you were about to reply, "I- YAH!"

But just as you were about to, Drift's servos pressed inside your soaked valve and you felt your legs shake.

"Oh, you're pretty open already," The peaceful mech behind you thought out loud and you flushed as you nodded. "Can we just... Start?"

Drift and Ratchet shared a quick glance and nodded. Ever so helpfully, Drift moved you so your spike was resting between Ratchet's valve's lips and his spike was probing your valve's opening.

"Ready?"

You nodded weakly, "Yes-!" You were cut off when you felt Drift's spike enter your valve and his moving made your spike go into Ratchet's valve with one push.

All three of you groaned, and slowly, Drift pulled his hips back before snapping them back forward, taking control over his and your spikes.

Ratchet was groaning underneath you as your spike spread him open and Drift could feel your valve squeezing around his spike, but you had it worst or best?

You felt both, so full and so tight, having your valve stuffed by the swordsmech and spike wrapped nice and tight around your older medic lover's valve.

Honestly, you were feeling so much pleasure, you couldn't control yourself anymore. Your hips started to buck into Ratchet's valve and your valve squeezed greedily around Drift's spike.

"Frag!" Ratchet snapped and Drift groaned, "So tight!"

"Not gonna last...!" You whined feeling the coil tighten in your abdomen.

"You don't need to...!" Ratchet grunted and Drift smiled behind you as he grabbed your sensitive wing and squeezed, "You can overload whenever you want to."

"I- I-!" You grounded your denta together as you overloaded, your spike willing Ratchet's valve with your fluids and milking Drift for all he was worth.

It was enough for them also. Ratchet absolutely growled as his spike tightened around you and Drift's spike shot all his fluids inside you. You shivered, your valve feeling so stuffed and spike so wet...!

Carefully, Ratchet and Drift moved you so were all lying on the berth, snuggling close to each other while you were still feeling the aftershock of twin overloads.

"Well? How does it feel being a Cybertronian?" Drift asked carefully and you smiled weakly, "I- I think I could get used to it?"

"You'll do just fine, kid." Ratchet nodded.

#bookandyarndragon #transformers mtmte #transformers #mtmte #reader #reader insert #NAUGHTY #drift #deadlock #ratchet #Thank you for enjoying my stories #ENJOY!

[loveofbots]

hii this is my first time asking so im a bit nervous hehe

i'd like to request swerve x autistic GN human reader bc we don't get enough swerve or autistic readers...

specifically how he would comfort reader during/after a sensory overload? had one recently and just need some comfort hehe

(fyi sensory overload is like the name suggests, too much sensory input at once which can lead to anxiety, irritability, discomfort, all that not so fun stuff)

please ignore if you don't write for this sorta stuff tho, i understand :)

thanks! <3

- Raft

Dawg you like me fr, gender neutral, autistic, swerve simp /lh

Thank you so much Raft for blessing me with being able to write for my husband swerve

Warnings: mentions of sensory overload, hurt/comfort

Swerve had invited you to the opening of his bar. You were excited to go and support your partner Swerve, although deep down something was uneasy.

Like a pit weighing your heart down the feeling of dread continued to creep up on you as the hours ticked by. As much as you tried to push it aside, it stayed and festered in you. Trying to focus on positives you remembered that it would be all of your cybertronian friends there. They were all very conscious of your personal space (minus whirl) so you would be ok.

But the noise… the lights… it was getting too much. Sitting at the bar you started to drift out of the conversation again. The clinking of glass making you flinch and laughter making your muscles tense to a painful degree.

You wanted it to stop so bad, but you were frozen in place by social obligation. Walking out wasn’t necessarily an option either. You were a long way from the ground and with your jaw glued shut by anxiety, you couldn’t ask anyone for help.

Skids noticed you first, seeing your knuckles white as you gripped the glass you were holding for some sort of grounding. The blue mech quickly informed Swerve, who’s attention landed straight on you. He blamed himself for this situation you were in. Damnit! He knew he should’ve brought some noise cancelling headphones!

“Y/N.” Your eyes flicked up to meet his optics. “Are you okay?” Of course not. You kept stimming uncomfortably and we’re getting a headache.

Shaking your head in reply, unsure whether or not you were coming off as annoyed at the moment. It didn’t matter, Swerve had concocted a plan with Rung just for this sort of thing. He left Skids in charge of the bar, not even saying a word to any of the other patrons in the bar.

Instead your lover gently scooped you up, being careful to avoid jostling you to much. The sturdiness of his frame was a welcome one, and the change of position gave you enough motivation to at least become comfortable in his grasp. The minibot toted you out of the bar and the noise of the crowd faded away.

You still didn’t speak, but Swerve’s kind words were beginning to ground you back to reality.

“There ya go. Deep breaths hun, it’s okay now. I’ve got ya. The party will be fine- I was showing Skids how to mix drinks all fancy earlier. You know the flips with the shakers that you like so much? He knows how to do that too! So he will entertain everyone until you’re rested up. No hurry babe.” Most would think that his constant rambling would upset you further, how wrong they were. You lover’s speech was like a sweet little lullaby.

Reaching the habsuite he set you on the shared berth, not bothering with the lights except for one lamp in the far corner of the room. He set you upon your throne of soft blankets, pillows, and favourite toys. Swerve was quick to pick up anything you could stim with on shore leave, so you were stacked with everything you needed. The short mech only disappeared for a moment to return with some water and your favourite comfort food. He set them beside you to, not pressuring them on you.

“Come here sweetspark.” Swerve shuffled over onto the birth and let you climb onto his chassis. “Take as long as you need.” He was such a sweetheart, so kind. How did you score such a heartthrob?

Unsure at first, his digits brushed your cheek. When you didn’t pull away his derma quirked up into a smile. “There’s my wonderful softy. Feeling better already? Wanna cuddle?”

After nodding another quick yes, Swerve got the two of you comfortable for recharge, or to just simply watch you do something calming. You had Swerve, and he had you. And that was the most wonderful thing he could ask for.

#i know when I’m overstimmed I shut down #for like an hour #transformers #mtmte #tf #idw #maccadam #sfw #swerve’s #swerve #lost light #ll x reader #requests #nonverbal #autistic!reader

[justabigass-simp]

This song inspired me 🥹

~Those Ocean eyes

(Picture from deviantart; swiper-dA Sniper Crosshairs)

Transformers BAY! Crosshairs x fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst,

Sorry for any mistakes English is not my first language!

„Cross…“ you broke the silence in the car as he was driving like wild to escape from the decepticons that was hunting you two. But the only problem was..he was BAD injuried. You felt that how he jumped forward jerky every time.

He ignored you but he felt by himself he was getting weaker and weaker. He growled and drove into a forest. “Get out” he said harshly. You got out the car quickly as he transformed into a smaller form of him. He was almost human size but still taller than you. Your eyes got wide as you saw the big “cut” on the side of his waist and he was bleeding out of his mouth. You gasped softly and walked to him wanting to touch his hip softly. But as you wanted to do that he took a step back and pushed against his bleeding wound. “Cross..we need to stop the wound from bleeding..” your tone soft but worried as hell. “Nah! I am fine don’t need your help” he hissed. “Crosshairs…” you called his name touching his hip-bone looking into his eyes. “Your Energon is red.. you need to cool down. Sit down here on the tree” you told him and helped him sitting down on the felled lying tree. He hissed again. “I said I don’t need your help! Like back by barricade! you were just in the way! And see what happened!” He shouted then realizing what he said. You were just looking at him with hurt in your eyes. You felt tears building in your eyes. Then there was the sobbing. You started sobbing for actually…no reason?

He didn’t wanted to say that. Right?…

He was just frustrated because of the pain. Right!…?

You wiped your tears quickly away but they keept falling. You couldn’t stop them. You sobbed like a child. You looked at the dirty forest ground scared to look at him. He whispered and sweared in cybertronian something like; “fuck…no”.

His bloody hand touched your cheek softly brushing a hair string behind your ear. You felt the weakness in his softness touch. You looked at him. He had a face expression like he was also about to cry but didn’t. You wiped your cheeks quickly dry and took your jacket off to connect his wound so that he no longer loses much blood. He hissed in pain and grabbed the tree harshly. “I know.. I know just one more time” you told him pushing one last time against his wound. He growled in pain lifting his head back and biting his teeth together.

A warm hand was touching his neck. He looked at you “breathing” hardly and shakily.

“You’re an idiot crosshairs” you softly giggled while looking into his eyes again. He gave you a tired smile.

Then you both heard a helicopter. Hoping it was drift. Then hound and drift came to help the green mech get back home.

As everything calmed down and crosshairs got cared of you were sitting on the Terrace by grimlock reading your book/ checking your phone. You were so immersed in your book/phone that you didn't hear crosshairs as he sat down next to you. “Oh hey cross.” You lifted up laying your book/phone aside. He was looking on the ground not meeting your eyes.

Silence.

“I know you wanted to help..” he grumbled.

“But why are you getting In danger because of me!?” He asked.

“I don’t deserve that!”

“I don’t deserve … you…”

“Don’t you get it!?” He shouted looking at you.

You sat up harshly now you were the one that was yelling.

“Do you even know what you do to me!? I don’t want that you get in danger! Why!? Because I care about you! I fucking care about you!” You looked at him.

Those ocean eyes were looking at you as he just saw a shooting star for the first time.

“And then there these ocean blue eyes of yours! I always get lost in them! Everytime you look at me it’s hard to look away! That you don’t think that I am just a tiny human creep that stares at you! Don’t you get it!?

I love you!..” you shouted tears falling down your cheeks.

He sat up looking down at you looking into your beautiful eyes cupping your cheeks in his palms. “And you have magic in your eyes even the stars in space envied.“ he whispered.

You looked at him with wide eyes. Was THE crosshairs saying that? Was THAT crosshairs smiling lovely and softly at you? What is going on?!

As you tried to understand this moment his metallic smooth warm lips were pressed against yours. You kissed him of course back wrapping your arms around his neck.

As you pulled back you mumbled; “I thought you don’t like me.. because I am a human..”

“Yeah I’m by myself fascinated that I like a organic creature..” he shrugged.

You slapped his shoulder as he chuckled.

“And then a sexy one like you” he purred in your ear.

Omg i love him 😭

When you want I can try to write something like that also about BAYVERSE Optimus, hound, drift and bee!

Hope you enjoyed!

@t-annuki @crossyhairs @blackgirlfandomwriter

#crosshairs #bayverse crosshairs #transfomers #transformers crosshairs #transformers bayverse #bayformers #i love him so much… #billie eilish #ocean eyes #love #Youtube

[notoriousslug]

Walking Dream-boat - NotoriousSlug - Transformers - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Pipes x Cybertronian Reader

‘In which you have a somewhat awkward interaction with Pipes, and then he introduces you to some friends!‘

Rating: General Audience (13+)

Warning(s): N/A

Relevant AO3 Tags: Meet-Cute

Word Count/Read Time: 897 / 3 Minutes

You can feel the optics on your hull. Hazarding a glance out over your fellow patrons, yet again unable to pinpoint just who'd been ogling you. It was going one of those days, then. A hearty ex-vent evacuates your slats as you deflate against the bar top. 

You're easy on the eyes, you get it, other's often make it their mission to ensure you remain aware. It's just, exhausting. You'd signed up for this quest with burgeoning wanderlust and an ache for companionship yet all you got were stares and surface-level compliments. Sure, people are nice to you, but they don't tend to stick around once they realize you're not just some cute mini who'll put up with being demeaned and pawed at. 

There are exceptions, of course, you get along well enough with the other mini-bots you've met so far: Swerve can get a bit invasive, but you don't mind being talked at all that much, and Tailgate seems kind, if not a touch naive. You'd been meaning to introduce yourself to Rewind, but he and 'Chromey-?' always appear pre-occupied, so you haven't come upon the opportunity yet.

You've also met Skids, and he's proven to be the most tolerable mid-to-large sized mech aboard thus far. 

Too bad he's not here right now, people tend to stare less when you're accompanied.

Lost to thought, you don't notice when someone climbs up onto the stool next to yours. 

"Hey there, dreamboat," 

Oh, no...

"Come here often?" 

You turn towards the voice, frown hidden beneath your mask, only to be surprised when greeted with the sight of yet another fellow mini. 

"Uh,, yeah.." off your guard, you neglect to immediately shoot down whatever intentions to woo you he has.  

"The name's Pipes," casual as can be, he leans on the bar, gesturing towards you "and yours? Gorgeous?" 

Gorgeous?

That snaps you from your stupefied state, "Look- Pipes, it's nice to meet you and all, but I'm not interested." it's not that he's unattractive, you're just genuinely not interested in hook-ups right now. 

He tenses at your succinct rebuff, and you half expect him to curse you out (it wouldn't be the first time you'd been confronted with such a reaction), "Oh, uh.." his shoulders drop, and he rubs at the back of his neck, "Alright... Sorry, then." A brief, awkward, silence befalls the two of you, and just as it seems he's about to get up and leave, you extend a servo towards him. You know it's the bare minimum not to lash out at someone for rejecting your advances, but you do it anyways because hey, you're still on a friend-quest, and you'd be damned if you didn't at least attempt to salvage this interaction. 

"Let's start over," he stares down at your hand as you offer your designation, taking it after a moment; you give him a firm shake, "It's nice to meet you, Pipes, what brings you to Swerve's this cycle?" 

He untenses, grateful for the second chance "Oh you know, just came to mingle between shifts, you?"

"Something similar," you withdraw your hand, "haven't had the courage to get up and actually talk to anyone yet, though, hard to insert yourself when everyone's already all chummed up." you gesture loosely to the occupied booths at each side of the room.

"I get that, lucky me though, I already know most of these guys." he laughs, toying with the drink he'd brought with him. 

"Really?" you can't help but sound a little impressed as you spare the room another sweep, optics flickering from the likes of Hound, to Drift, to Highbrow, and those that keep them company "This is the first time I've seen you around, to be honest." 

He slumps some at your latter comment, his ego taking a hit, having defiantly seen you around more than once, "Hah, yeah, well.." before abruptly perking up, "how bout' I introduce you to some of the pals?"

It's your turn to get excited, "Are you sure?" if not a tad nervous, "Right now? I uhm, wow, that'd be real' sweet of you." 

"Ah, don't mention it." he feigns nonchalance with a wave of the hand, though the fizzle of static underlining his vocals is unmistakable; you giggle. He resets his vocalizer and bobs his head in no particular direction, "C'mon." hoping off his seat. You follow with a skip to your step, bumping shoulders with and flustering him further when you catch up. 

...

The rest of your break is spent expanding your social circle and filling it with good people. You laugh and trade stories; it's not hard to find common ground. A decent amount of wing-meching taking place on Pipes behalf, you notice, but his friends aren't obnoxious about it- it's endearing if anything, and you ease into light-heartedly teasing him about some of the more blatantly exaggerated tales told. Though, your interest does get snagged when someone mentions something about his time on earth (you'd wanted to visit the planet since the first time you'd heard of its 'uncannily similar to cybertronian looking but squishy' inhabitants), and prob him for first-hand details, which, somewhere along the way, leads to him inviting you back to his hab. 

You both have to go about your next shifts first, but you agree to meet up with him there afterwards to 'peruse his collection of earth trinkets'. 

...

..

#transformers #transformers pipes #reader #cybertronian reader #pipes x reader #meet cute #sluggishlywritten

[my-writings-and-musings]

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW LONGG I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO WRITE BB X READER X BD AND I GIVE YOU MY UTMOST THANKS FOR IT 😭😭

It was so fun to read! The darling being a flustered mess was sooo adorable to read! YOUR WRITING OS SO NICEEE I LOVE ITT :DDD

Flustered breakdown will now be living rent free in my mind for some time

NO PROBLEM I'VE BEEN CRAVING IT TOO AND SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD BECAUSE WE NEED MORE OF THESE DORKS

Asdfghjkl thank you so much though, I had a blast writing that fic and I'm so happy people enjoyed it! I hope you're ready for Breakdown to be living there for a while, because you inspired me to write some more...

Please enjoy Breakdown being sleepy and bashful along with some cows.

Few people would have ever believed you without seeing it for themselves, but you knew the truth from increasingly ample experience; Cybertronians were utterly adorable when they slept, cuter than any human could ever hope to be, anyway. Even the surliest bots in existence turned to snoring kittens when in a much needed power down. 

You freely expressed how much you appreciated said cuteness to the two most important mechs in your life, and while Bumblebee didn't mind being referred to as such (if anything he seemed to brighten every time you said as much), Breakdown made quite a point of denying that he could ever be referred to as anything short of "badass". He insisted that he didn't take "cat naps" as you'd teasingly observed, but that he instead powered down only when necessary, and that he looked anything but cute while doing so. His determination for you to see him as cool and smooth went in direct contrast to reality, where he was an adorable nerd who grew easily flustered in your presence and napped often where he thought you wouldn't notice, but on most days you were happy to pretend for his sake. 

Today, however, you had stumbled upon something far too sweet to ignore. After coming home early from errands you'd been too tired to finish, you'd expected Bumblebee to be gone as he was conducting a training exercise, but the unexplained lack of Breakdown had compelled you to search your homestead when he didn't answer his comm. You hadn't needed to search far, as the sizable mech wasn't hard to spot in your cow field even at a distance, but it had taken a moment for you to believe your eyes. 

Beneath the broad branches of an apple tree, Breakdown was snoozing in the picture of absolute contentment, his servos folded behind his helm to keep it steady against the trunk at his back and his long frame stretched out in the shady bed of grass. That alone would have been precious enough, but his company of a half dozen dairy cows snuggling against him to share in the nap almost made your heart implode. Considering his chosen task for the day had been securing the weak posts of their fence, you could surmise that he'd taken a break beneath the tree afterwards only to drift off surrounded by his newfound friends. 

Quietly opening the gate and approaching the group, you were quickly noticed by the ever-alert herd, who lifted their heads as soon as the lock clicked shut behind you. Eager to see you as always, the heffers abandoned their nap and Cybertronian sized heat source to happily trot to you in greeting, mooing out their delight but thankfully not waking Breakdown in the process. You smiled as you were surrounded by happy cows, and when broad snouts started sniffing for treats you rewarded them with pats and a playful quip. "Hey girls, sorry to say he's spoken for." 

Conversational moos told you there were no hard feelings, and the group remained clustered around you as you entered the shade where Breakdown was still fast asleep, your smile softening as you felt the gentle stirring of his peaceful ventilations. You might have been content to let him finish out his power down and pretend you hadn't seen a thing, but one of your herd had other plans. The smallest cow let out an insistent moo at your side, one which quickly proved too much for the big mech to sleep through. Snapping open his optics with a start and instinctively ready for a fight, Breakdown sat up and looked around in a hurry. He looked far more mortified by the sight of you than he would have for an army of enemy bots.

"You having a good nap there, big guy?" you asked playfully, petting the head of a cow as she bumped against you for affection. For a solid few seconds the mech was silent and frozen before you.

"Don't know what you're talking about." he said suddenly, finding his voice in a rush and clearing his vents to keep it from cracking. Leaning back against the trunk and resuming a relaxed posture, he did everything not to appear concerned, fooling only himself as he tried to play the cool guy. "Just resting my optics after a long day…"

"I can see that." you replied playfully, smiling as a few cows left your side to return to his. Breakdown frowned to the point of pouting as the animals did little to help his case, setting themselves down on the grass at his sides to once more snuggle against the warmth of his frame. As displeased as he looked about the gathering, the mech didn't try anything to disperse the herd, and you chuckled as an especially affectionate cow laid her head on his pede. "Looks like you picked up a few admirers while fixing that fence."

"Yeah, uh… don't really know why they won't leave me alone." he said awkwardly, keenly aware the gathering of sleepy bovines was not helping his image. Still, he didn't dare move in any way that would disturb them, something you noticed even as he tried to puff up and revert to his chill persona, voice deepening as he smirked and gestured to the fence. "But you don't have to worry about any more escapees, I got that section of fence nice and secure."

Following his point to the poles it would have taken you an entire day to mount, you recalled the aforementioned escape that had sent you, Breakdown and Bumblebee halfway across the county on a cow wrangling escapade. Genuinely relieved that you no longer had to worry about a repeat incident, you moved a little closer to his upper body and put an appreciative hand on his arm before returning your gaze to his face. "Thanks, Breakdown. I really appreciate that." you said with genuine appreciation, cutting right through his charade and sending a blush blooming across his cheeks.

Coughing again, Breakdown pretended to be occupied brushing a few stray leaves off his broad shoulders, keeping his helm turned away while he willed his visible bashfulness to fade. "What are you doing back so early, anyway? I thought you'd be running errands all day."

You shrugged and watched the remaining cows cluster about the mech for warmth, their wide eyes closing peacefully as they tucked their legs beneath their broad bodies. "I'm pretty beat, I figured I'll take care of the rest of it tomorrow." you explained just as a yawn rose up from your chest, compelling you to stretch your arms above your head. It had been a long few days on the homestead, and even if the day was young you were absolutely beat, the residual sleep debt weighing down your body after so much excitement. Being so close to a big comfy bot in the shade didn't help, and in your exhaustion the solution seemed obvious, enough so that you weren't hesitant at all as you spoke your mind. Another yawn slurred your words as you stepped over a snoozing cow. "Speaking of which, these girls seem like they've got the right idea. Mind if I join them?"

The question took a moment to register, and when it did Breakdown briefly appeared to short circuit, expression going blank before it shifted to bashful uncertainty.

"Uhhhhhh…" he said with a stare, one you returned with a good natured smile to make it clear your request was sincere. Breakdown gulped, something he did often when your lingering touches or flirts proved too much for him in the moment, then regained enough composure to speak in a murmur. "Sure."

Taking the lead, you climbed atop his chassis and stretched out over the broad, flat expanse of his chest where he was warmest, earning a tiny gasp of surprise but feeling no kind of resistance to your presence. The spark beneath his armor went from humming to singing at your proximity, and as you got comfortable a glance at his face revealed an expression of dumbfounded but delighted overwhelm. Laying down and getting quite comfortable in the dappled light, you folded your arms to act as a pillow, able to feel the tug of sleep after only moments of respite. The mech had a wonderful habit of helping you relax even if the inverse didn't apply to him.

"Bee should be back in a few hours, he'll wake us up when he gets here." you said sleepily, loving how he melted beneath you and seemed to go from hulking speed machine to a staticky mess of want every time you overwhelmed him. Still, your presence was far from unwanted even if you cut right through his facade, as was evidenced by his frame leaning into every bit of your touch. Bright yellow optics looked over you with barely hidden affection in their depths before you closed your own eyes. "See you then, Breakdown."

Pretending to drift off rather quickly, you didn't move when a tender servo brushed over your forehead before settling over your hand, his broad digits forming a tent over your fingers as he whispered just loudly enough to be heard.

"See you then, Y/N…"

#transformers #maccadam #earthspark #transformers earthspark #tf earthspark #transformers: earthspark #tf #tfes #tfe #human reader #self insert #homestead reader #bb x reader x bd #bumblebee #breakdown #breakbee #bumblebee x reader #breakdown x reader #tf imagines #fluff #polyamory

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　TRAILCUTTER x female reader

　　　　『　trailcutter ,, female reader 』

　　-> pt . 1 / teebs w/ a reader that works for cybertronian/human relations

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, comfort ,, reassurance <3

　　— just a little series of mine ill work on :3 feel free to request any of them <33 ive got a few short series in mind ,, one w/ drift in a fast n furious sorta au w/ undercover cop reader ,, one w/ tracks n a cop reader ,, theres another short series im doing w/ the minibots (including rung + minimus) w/ the reader on the lost light :D

— feel free to reblog or give any comments / feedback ! <3 i enjoy reading them and seeing my work spread !

        fixing the bowtie to your suit ,, you heard trailcutter sigh in the background . fixing any stray strands of hair left out ,, you turned around to your lover . " you doing okay ?" you asked with a head tilt ,, eyes staring into his own visor as he flashes a small smile . "alls good ,," he brushed it off . though you kept your stare fixated on him ,, frowning . " nervous ,, maybe ,," he casted his helm to the side . he couldnt keep his troubles hidden ,, you knew him too well for that .

        " it'll be alright teebs ,," you reassure the bot ,, walking over and placing your hand against his leg . he would have to mass displace for the interview . as the liason for earth ,, people on the planet were curious about your new relationship with one of the crew members . the government didnt say much ,, but you knew they didn't approve of it . though people on earth were thrilled ,, an interspecies relationship ! the first of it ,, with humans that is .

        and so one of the few famous reporters were interested in doing an interview with you both . saying they want to know about life in space ,, how it was aboard the lost light ,, and what its like to be with a cybertronian . trailcutter ,, lord bless his spark ,, he was all for it ,, but now that he started to think it through ,, he was nervous about their reactions .

        it wouldnt be his first ,, or last ,, time around humans . hes been to earth ,, met the residents and seen the sightings ,, but now that he was in a relationship with a human ,, and about to be interviewed ,, he couldnt help but worry about what might happen . what if says something wrong ? or does something to make people think otherwise of interspecies relationships ? especially his with you ? his spark hummed loudly ,, visor dimming as he worried more and more . " hey ,, look at me ." your voice broke his worried thoughts .

he crouched down to your height ,, or as best as he could . " you'll do fine ,, i know it ." your hands wrapped around his digit ,, a smile settled upon your lips as you eased his nerves . " if they go overboard or say something that makes you uncomfortable ,, just tell me and we can leave immediately . i promise trailcutter ,, i wont put you in a situation you dont want to be in ." you reassured the bot ,, hands petting his digit . " if you dont want to do this we can call it off ,, and ill message the interviewer . they'll understand ,, im sure ." primus bless you ,, trailcutter really felt like he didnt deserve you . he wouldnt say that out loud though ,, knowing you'd get upset and tell him he shouldnt think that way . but he knows ,, he knows deep down that you mean the world to him ,, that he doesnt really deserve someone as nice and understanding as you . he's lucky to be with you ,, still awestruck at the fact you chose him over any other bot .

you could've chosen rodimus ,, with his bright and flashy paintjob and outgoing personality . you couldve chosen ratchet ,, who could help you with anything and was quite a handsome mech in a way . there was also skids ,, who was more the nice to you and made you laugh often . or even the minibots aboard the ship ; swerve — who knew more about earth than trailcutter did — would be a good match for you . even that little guy tailgate hes seen around . they were better suited for your height ,, and wouldnt have to worry so much about accidentally squishing you underfoot like he does everyday . hell ,, you even could've chosen cyclonus . he had shanix ,, and knew a lot more than he did about anything in the universe .

but you didnt . you chose him ,, a mech with a drinking problem and many insecurities . a mech known as a little horsey to be used for his force fields only . though it was due to those very force fields that had attracted you to strike a conversation with him . giving him more compliments he'd ever receive in his whole life . that little conversation would lead into a friendship ,, and those little moments between you two would blossom into your relationship . you had taken the mech a long way ,, his insecurities started to become something he was starting to feel confident in . while he still drank ,, he didnt do it as often or enough to get overloaded like he usually did .

" thank you ,," was all he could muster . servos wrapped themselves gently around your body ,, lifting you up to his facial plates so he could plant a kiss to your head . " i'm good ,, i'm ready ." he said ,, derma curling into a smile . " you look good with that suit on ,," he commented ,, digit moving up to play with your little bowtie . you raised a brow at that ,, " is that so ?" your lips formed a smirk . " should i wear this more then ?" trailcutter nodded ,, letting out a chuckle . " please ,," he pleaded gently .

#transformers x reader #x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #human reader #robot x human #robot x reader #trailcutter #transformers trailcutter #trailcutter x reader #trailbreaker x reader #trailbreaker #mtmte trailcutter #🎇.mtmte #🎇.trailcutter #📍.reader + trailcutter short series

[jazz-miester]

Holding hands. Ya know. Like normal bots.

Pairing: Ratchet x Bot!Reader x Drift

Song: Sunlight- Hozier

Warnings: None. Just fluff.

An: Y'all for the life of me I can't find a while lot of content for this. So I'm doing it myself. I love these two so much. (I also may rewrite this. I'm not completely happy with how it turned out but I do hope you all enjoy!)

(Bot reader is also gender neutral. Forgot to put that!)

They both noticed them at the same time. A soft smile pressed against a face that looked like it was plucked from an artist's canvas. Their optics were bright as they laughed. Their friends joining in with the harmonious music.

Their hands gestured almost wildly. Dancing through the air whilst they told their story. As they finish they come to a standstill, their fingers pressing against their cheek as they took a listening ear. Helm tilted to the side as they did so.

Drift has only seen them a few times here and there. And only when Rodimus was around. Y/n was one of the few bots that could stand Rodimus's more outlandish ideas of fun.

With a drink pressed to what he could only call sinful lips. He didn't have to point them out for Ratchet to notice either. Didn't have to speak a word.

"I've only seen them once for a check up. Haven't seen them since." Oh if he believed in any type of god it would be them. After they left he wouldn't see them again unless they needed him. It was a large ship and only seeing someone once in a blue moon wasn't an uncommon occurrence.

Their laughter carried over to the table they were sitting at. Drift seemed to glow as he placed a servo over Ratchets. The medic hardly sparing a glance as he gripped Drifts servos just a bit tighter.

"Ratty."

"No." Drift chuckled as he watched his Conjunx's optics follow the bot they were watching leave. All curves. Their frame moved languidly. Like water flowing through a stream. Calming but promises of disaster whispering on the edges. Hips swing while they walk. Punctuated by the lines on thier thighs.

Something neither of them would mind holding deep into the night.

"C'mon. Just a little talk. We both know we like them. What could it hurt?" Ratchet took a drink and set the empty glass far in front of himself.

"Drift. What of they don't want to be with either of us?" Drift arched a brow and snickered. Then began laughing. Shoulders shaking as disbelief went through him.

"Really Ratchet? That's what worries you. Rejection." He pressed a kiss to Ratchets servo. "If that was the case I would have never been with you. You deserve more than an ex-con. More than what I can currently give you." Ratchet shook his helm.

"Not this again." Drift grined.

"I'll go on until I've ran out of breath and you know that." Ratchet stared at him. Deadpan as he told Drift.

"We're cybertronian. Not human. We don't breath." And with that Drift threw his hands in the air.

"Not only have you missed my point, but they've gotten away."

"Drift-"

"Ratty?" Drift wiggled in his seat, giving Ratchet a "look" as the Doctor was prone to saying.

All Drift knew was that it made Ratchet soften and cave in. Useful when he tried to get the mech to rest.

"I. Fine." Ratchet drank then stole the rest of Drifts drink. Something something on the beach. "Stop giving me that look you've one."

"Ye-" Ratchet cut Drift off.

"Under the condition that we get to know them first. Outside of Rodimus and Doctors visits." Drift nodded his helm rapidly. Excited that they got to meet this new bot.

To get the possibility to add to his little family.

It wasn't to long after that Ratchet got to talk to them. Not even a full week later they were in the med bay.

"A twisted arm and. Primus how did you even manage that?" He glanced up at the bot in front of them. Their frame darkly colored, bright pink energon smeared all over their tapered waist. They had the decency to look ashamed.

"In my defense Rodimus told me I couldn't do it." Y/n shrugged their shoulders. "I did it but got a spike in the side. And rolled. And well." They vaguely gestured at their twisted arm.

"And here I thought you were one of the sensible ones." Ratchet went straight to work. The words muttered under his breath as he Dulled pain receptors and twisted metal back into shape and fixing pierced armour.

He was answered by a flushed faceplate and stuttering fans.

They spent another week together in the med bay. Where he learned they got just as twitchy as Drift when he had to sit still for too long. In truth they were ready to leave two days ago.

But he liked the way they got flustered over small touches. Was it an abuse if his power? Probably. Did he care? Frag no.

And it was nice seeing them fit so easily with Drift. They listened to him aptly. Optics wide as he taught them all he knew about meditation, crystals, and his time with the Circle of Light.

And here the three of them were. Y/n's helm was facing Drift, who was sitting next to them. Ratchet was between their legs, thick fingers prodding along their neck. He could feel their pulse quickening as he checked for any residual soreness.

"Everything ok Ratchet?" They asked. Wide eyes peering up at him. Ratchet hummed in response.

"Seems to be." He pointed a finger at them. "And if you come back in this medbay because you got hurt by another stunt like that one I will reformat you into a toaster." Y/n chuckled and nodded their helm. Ratchet softened a bit at that smile. And it seems so did Drift.

Drift looked over at Ratchet. Then sent him a message through their private com link.

:Can we ask them now?:

:No.: Ratchet left from in front of Y/n and began making the last of his notes on their chart.

:C'mon Ratty! Them coming into the medbay like this got the both of us to know them together! It's a perfect opportunity!: Ratchets hands found a place on his hips as he turned to glare at his conjux.

: No. Not yet.: Drift sighed.

:The worst thing that could happen is a no.:

Y/n glanced between the two of them. Clearly they were arguing about something.

"Should. Should I leave?" They were already partway off of the berth before Drift stopped them. A hand splaying across thier chest. He could feel thier spark fluttering deep inside.

"Would you like to go get drinks with as down at Swerves?" Y/n was taken back a moment so he quickly added. "As friends of course. I'd like to think we've all gotten a little closer together. Right?"

Y/n felt their tanks turn as nervousness took over them. It is true they all got to know each other a little bit more. And they have spoken to Drift a few times before this. Being friends with Rodimus allotted time for that. And Drift has been nothing but nice to them.

Out of the corner of their optic they could see Ratchet fidgeting with a rag trying to seem busy. Something told them that this was more that just friends going out to drink.

"Ya. I'd love that." They smiled at him. "What time? I think Swerve was gonna hold a movie tonight as well. We could go watch that?" Drift grinned. Fanged teeth just catching on his bottom lip.

"Sounds perfect."

And that's exactly what they did. Again and again. Whenever all three of them had time off, which was difficult because of Ratchets odd hours, they would get together.

And at the same time it hurt y/n. The two of them were perfect together. It made them wonder why they wanted to hang out with them. They were nothing special. Didn't have any high rankings or noticable achievements during or after the war. So when the feelings started they almost quick hanging out the the couple all together.

Ratchet and Drift never made them feel like a third wheel. Hardly. They included them in everything. It was confusing. New territory to explore and yet.

"Y/n? You there Glow Bug?" Y/n groaned at the nickname. They got it after Drift began teasing them over how brightly thier faceplates began everytime it flushed out of emberasement or nervousness. Y/n wondered if he knew it was because of him and Ratchet.

"Huh? Oh ya. Sorry. Just got lost in thought for a moment." Ratchets fingers ghosted over their faceplates. Sure enough they began to flush once more.

"Are you getting sick? I told you to come in a while ago." They shook their helm.

"No. No I'm not. I." Should they asked? They don't want to ruin the friendship that they have with them. Ratchet and Drift were the closest friends they had next to Rodimus.

They took a long sip of their drink.

"Is everything ok Glowbug?" Drift tilted his helm. "You are looking a little warm there. To much to drink?"

"M'fine. Honestly." They felt Ratchets arm come to rest on the seat behind him as the older mech sat back in his seat. His thumb brushed the nape of their neck sending shivers down their spine.

All of this was confusing. Y/n was having trouble distinguishing platonic touch and a more intimate touch. Never having really been able to get a deeper relationship with anybody other than friends.

Honestly. Why would Ratchet or Drift want them. Y/n felt Drifts knee press against their own as he reached over to pour more enjex into Ratchets and their glass. The bright pink liquid swirling as the glass filled.

It was quite between them for a moment. The other patrons of the bar talking around them.

Confusion was swirling through their though thoughts. One moment Drift an Ratchet were acting like friends and the next they were flirting. Touches that were anything but casual. Given the chance they would loved to be in a relationship with them but realistically. Do they really deserve that? They wouldn't want to ruin anything that the two already have. And they cherish their friendship. It's just.

"Ok. Now I know something is wrong. You never this lost in thought." Drift placed his servo over theirs. His thumb brushes over their knuckles. Y/n wasn't small by any means but even still, it looked like his hand engulfed theirs.

"Why?" Y/n said at last. Their voice a little to this side of shaking for their liking.

"Why what, Glowbug?" Drift asked. His hand never leaving theirs.

"Why are you guys doing this?" The two drew theirs hands back almost comically fast.

The two began making faces at one another. Something they've come to learn was them speaking over their coms or through their bond.

Ratchets shoulders shrugged downwards as if pulled by a great weight. Drift looked everywhere but them.

"It wasn't our intention to make you feel uncomfortable." Ratchet pulled away from them as did Drift.

It left an ache in their spark.

"If we made you feel forced to do anything we apologize. Sincerely." Drift looked back and them. His mouth opened and closed. "I know I'm an ex con but. Anything anyone's told you more than likely isn't true."

Y/n snort laughed. Drifts faced was almost comical. Confusion painted all over.

"That's. That's hardly it at all. I meant. Why are you guys being so nice?" They gripped their drink tightly. "I mean. I love our friendship. Really I do. It's the closest I've gotten to any one but. Some stuff. A lot of stuff is new to me." Ratchets hand rested onto their shoulder.

"And?"

"And I don't understand. I don't want to ruin what we have. At all. But. Something is telling me you want to be more. More than just friends." Drift smiled softly. His thumb brushing the rim of his drink.

"Ya. Both me and Ratchet." He made a point to mention the medic. "We both like you. A lot. And we did want to get to know you as a friend. Mostly. But we didn't want to." He nodded his helm side to side. "We didn't want to proposition you for anything you didn't want to do. Honestly. We were waiting for you to say something first. With me being third of command and Ratchet being cmo."

Y/n hesitated. Here they were. They knew the solid truth now. And truly. They would live to be with them. But.

"You've never been in a relationship before. Have you?" Ratchet asked. His voice low and soft as to not seem like he was making fun.

"I." They sighed. "No. I haven't. I wasn't ever able to but. I'd like to. With both of you." They drew in bit on themselves. Then smiled. "I couldn't think of anyone better than to be in a relationship with. It's just. I have absolutely no idea how any of this works."

Drift laughed. His shoulders shaking.

"Ratty! They said-" Ratchet cut them off.

"I know what they said." He looked back at y/n. "You would have us?"

"I'm pretty sure I already said yes. Unless your so old we need to have First Aid check your hearing." Ratchet laughed and snarked back at them.

"I'm not so old that I wouldn't be able to hear you calling my name." He waited for a moment for it to sink in. Muttered directly into their audio receptor.

"Oh." Faceplates grew with heat. Glowbug indeed.

Drift took pity on them.

"I'll tell you what y/n. We'll start here." He grabbed ahold of one of their hands. Then reached over to do the same to Ratchet. "Holding hands. Ya know. Like normal bots."

#maccadam #mtmte drift #mtmte ratchet #ratchet x reader #drift x reader #dratchet x reader #gender nuetral reader

[sunshineandcybertronians]

Enchanted - Smokescreen x reader (TFP)

Word Count: 2,272

Warnings: None

A/N: I wrote this about two year ago after seeing fireflies one night and it made me think of ‘Enchanted’ by Taylor Swift

~

"So these are humans?" Smokescreen asked when he walked into the base the first time and saw you and the other three humans.

"Hi," you smiled and waved. There was something about the rookie that made you smile, happy, and at ease.

"Hi," he waved back and returned the smile.

"Oh, tour!" Miko jumped up. You drooped knowing that she'd get to spend more time with the new Cybertronian. Then she looked over at Bulkhead and seemed to remember that she wanted to be there for him while he was healing, as well as his negative emotions to believing that he may be replaced. "Actually, (Y/n) offers a very informative tour

You perked up and felt flustered when he looked to you expectantly. "Of course! My name is (Y/n), as you just heard since Miko said it," managing to force words out in your nervous and excited state, you walked down the stairs towards the stairs.

"Nice name," he beamed, "I'm Smokescreen."

A happy laugh escaped you. "It's very nice to meet you, Smokescreen."

That was the first day, the start of something beautiful. You two had immediately clicked and became inseparable. It was a magical first meeting, one that made you quickly open up. Now, you sat in Smokescreen's alt mode, driving on the empty road in the desert at eighty miles per hour.

"So your saying you could go faster?" You responded to his previous statement. You believed him.

"Yep. Should we see just how fast I can go?" The engine revved after his question.

"I don't know. If you do, just make sure you don't get seen by a cop or wipe out."

"Smokescreen," Optimus Prime's voice came through the comm and flooded the air.

"Yes, Optimus?" Smokescreen eagerly responded.

"I would like you to return to base with (Y/n)," he politely, yet sternly commanded. "Since you do not know Earth's rules and human habit, nor what exactly is safe for a human or not, I believe it would be best to not remain out for long. I fear staying out for a such a period of time would put your cover in jeopardy as well as possible put her in danger."

"Yes, sir." He turned off the comm to talk to you. "Aww, I guess we have to go back." He changed direction.

"Maybe it's for the best. You could have lost control and we would have both gotten hurt. If that happened, Optimus wouldn't have been very happy." You shrunk in the seat at the thought of his disappointment.

Smokescreen seem to do the same and sink closer to the pavement. "Yeah... Oh well. Maybe next time I could drive as fast as I can and you could watch on the side of the road."

"Sounds nice, just be careful. I don't want you getting hurt." You placed a hand on the dashboard and the air vents rattled.

You promptly returned to base and spent the rest of the day talking or playing videogames with Smokescreen. Soon, when no one was in the main room besides you two,  you looked at the time and realized it would be dark soon.

"Oh, I didn't know it was this late. I guess I'll need to go home soon," you sighed, not wanted to leave Smokescreen's side.

"Yeah," he typed something into the large console, you were surprised that he knew how to do it since Ratchet typically did it. Although you assumed you shouldn't have been, since it was something common for Cybertronians.

He picked you up, then transformed with you in the seat. He drove through the swirling, glowing vortex, but what you found in front of you wasn't your home. It was a meadow somewhere in the middle of a forest. The door opened and you stepped out to take a better look.

The soft, green grass reached to your waist, with tops of white wildflowers sprinkled into the sea of green. The dark blue twilight light made the scene look deep and mysterious, adding a layer of nighttime beauty. Apparently wherever you were, it was already dark.

"This isn't my home," you said as your eyes scanned the area.

Clicks of rearranging metal cut through the air and next to you Smokescreen now stood on his pedes. "I know," Smokescreen admitted,  sounding slightly nervous like he was worried you'd be upset. "But I read about something that happens this time of year and I wanted to show it to you." You had looked up to him while he was speaking.

At that time, lights flashed in the corner of your eye and you finally noticed the fireflies. They twinkled in and out in the cover of darkness.

"This is beautiful," you breathed.

The trees surrounding you didn't seem scary, but a protection and shield from a harsh world, creating a small pocket world. A place you could enjoy without worrying about the outside world or anything monsters that would normally come for you.

Smokescreen sat down, with you sitting on his leg. In that position you and the white Cybertronian admired the sight in silence. He shifted every now and then, since the mech can't sit still for long. Although he made sure to keep his leg still. A few minutes passed in a comfortable silence.

"Why do they flash like that?" He asked, his optics training the fireflies.

Not wanting to get caught up in the details or ruin the moment, you decided to mystify and explain it like a poem.

"They use the lights to call for and find a friend, or love. They need to find that other firefly before they leave this world." You impressed yourself with your own words.

"Wow." He stared at them again, then his glowing optics met your eyes again. "I'm happy I found my friend."

Your mouth spread into an even bigger smile and your heart fluttered at the sweet words. "Thank you." You hugged him as best you could.

He picked you up gently and held your close to his chassis in attempt to return the hug. When you, to your displeasure, pulled away from his embrace, he set you on his shoulder.

Being there in the beautiful place beside him, with the fireflies twinkling. It felt so perfect, a kind of happiness that makes you fear that something terrible is about to happen. You prayed it that wouldn't happen. The moment reminded you of a song.

"This night is sparkling," you whispered, then laughed,  "and flawless." Smokescreen looked over to you with curiosity and you answered before he could ask, "It's a song."

"Can I hear it?"

"Sure." Within a minute, your phone was playing the song Enchanted by Taylor Swift on Smokescreen's speakers through Bluetooth. The sweet melody drifted through the air and gently settled onto your ears.

There I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely place

Walls of insincerity

Shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you

Once you heard her sing that it was enchanting to meet him, you immediately thought of when you met Smokescreen and how you felt.

Your eyes whispered "have we met?"

Across the room your silhouette starts to make its way to me

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks, like passing notes in secrecy

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

That could describe your meeting very well and your conversations during the tour and after.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonder struck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

The chorus felt perfect with the night and beauty around you, especially with Smokescreen there. You leaned against him.

The lingering question kept me up

Two a.m., who do you love?

I wonder till I'm wide awake

Now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door

I'd open up and you would say, hey

It was enchanting to meet you

All I know is I was, enchanted to meet you

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonder struck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonder struck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

You caught a firefly that was hovering near you. Lifting your hand to examine it, be lifted its wings and began to fly away. Smokescreen's optics followed it with wonder.

This is me praying that this was the very first page

Not where the story line ends

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again

These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

You resisted the urge to hug Smokescreen that was welling up in you, knowing that it might make things weird.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonder struck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonder struck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

"I should go home, but I don't want to leave," you gave a sad smile.

He sighed, "Me neither. But I probably should get you back. Don’t wanna get yelled at for keeping you out too long." After comming someone at the base to bridge you back, he picked you up in his hand and carried you through

Back at home, you paced around your room. Reminiscing about the night. Thinking about the song. The bedroom was dark, the only thing that kept you from tripping was your knowledge of the layout of the room. It was late, but you were restless, mentally and physically. Your mind spun as you thought about Smokescreen. He was so amazing, cool, and energetic. You could easily open up around him and he made you laugh like no one else could. It almost startled you, and yet came as no surprise since the beginning, that you were starting to think of him as more than just a friend.

Maybe it wasn't just now that you were developing this, you just hadn't realized it before. In a way, you knew it would happen and it started the second you saw each other, something about the special magic feeling that was present then. It was simply enchanting to meet him, and you hoped he felt the same way.

You found that you wished he was there, that he'd tell you he felt the same, and that he didn't have some sort of Cybertronian girlfriend before he went into stasis in that escape pod. It was just a daydream, you acknowledged, yet you wanted it to come true.

A sudden knock at the window nearly made you jump out of your skin. Your head jerked to see what made the noise. You made out two blue, comforting, glowing optics. The light from his optics helped to recognize Smokescreen. You rushed over to him.

"What are you doing here?" You asked while opening the window. "My parents might see you."

His optics flickered like it couldn't decide what to focus on as if he was nervous. "Um, I just wanted to ask... did you like the surprise had tonight? With the fireflies?"

"Of course," you nodded.

"Good. I just wanted to ask," he paused while rubbing the back of his neck. His optics flickered to the ground for a second. "Do you... like racing?"

"Um," you were confused by the question and disappointed it wasn't something else. "I guess. That's kind of a random question."

You couldn't have known it, but the rookie was mentally screaming at himself, "Seriously? C'mon! You know you're awesome! Just ask her!" His voice box didn't seem to listen to his processor.

"Do you like being with me?" He mentally facepalmed.

"Yeah!" you immediately  "You're one of my favorite people in the world, and the universe."

His faceplate and optics lit up, but still seemed anxious. His mouth opened, but nothing came out until he finally said quickly, "Doyoulikeme?"

It was dark enough that you hoped it covered the blush creeping onto your face. "Of course, I love being with you. you're my friend."

"No. Like, crush, love," he blurted out without thinking, attempting to clarify. "Do you love me?"

You hoped it was dark enough that he couldn't see the blush creeping onto your face. "What...?"

"Ugh, what was I thinking? She'd never like me back," his voice was filled with frustration.

"You like me, in that way?"

"Oops, I said that out loud?" His optics widened in terror.

"Yes, I like you too. Maybe ever since the beginning, it was enchanting to meet you," you smiled while quoting the song, wishing your arm was long enough to touch his cheek.

He met your gaze with so much happiness and love. The small amount of light reflected off of his armor. "Same here."

It was the second beginning of something beautiful and enchanting.

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