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Slight SLIGHT crack hear canons for IDW (LL for most if the bots) ‘reacting’ to their s/o basically being idws Jessica Rabbit?
Bots: Prowl! Optimus, Perceptor, and ratchet?
Just like, this hella attractive but clever mech being the hottest thing since the big bang
Prowl: Bots ask him all the time how he managed to get someone like you to love him. Honestly, even he isn’t sure. But, by Primus, does he love you dearly. He still gets jealous when literally everyone stares at you so openly, but you love to quell his jealousy with a passionate kiss that leaves him more embarrassed than anything. You always seem to know how to remind him of where he stands in your eyes.
Optimus: Once he figures out that he can literally encircle your entire waist with one servo, he never stops doing it. If you are next to him, that’s exactly where his hand will be. He finds the duality of your nearly biologically unconfounded frame and your spitfire, quick witted nature to be the balm to his war weary spark.
Perceptor: He may or may not have done studies on the size and placement of your internal components. That was before you started dating. He still doesn’t understand it. He likes to rub your waist in idle moments, like he’s still trying to figure it out. You tease him and say you’re just a freak of nature because he reacts the same every time. By pulling you close and vehemently disagreeing, even though he knows you’re messing with him.
Ratchet: Although he refers to you as both the bane and joy of his existence, he’s not sure he could function a day without you. Of course, to anyone who asks, he blames that on his frail old spark. He loves you endlessly, but that doesn’t stop him from doubting why you would choose him. An otherworldly attractive bot and you settled for a slowly malfunctioning old rust bucket of a medic? It’s unheard of. After extensive reassuring, he begrudgingly accepts that you love him regardless. Constantly likes to boast that he can hold his whole world in one servo.
#transformers#sfw#maccadam#transformers idw#transformers mtmte#optimus prime#ratchet#perceptor#prowl
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Tfa sentinel,
I refuse to believe he got onto the elite guard without being a good fighter, so can I PLEASE have something we're team prime sees sentinel really love up to his name as both a Sentinel and a Prime by defending his (if it comes up male) S/O against say Bliztwing or some sort of ‘big’ danger Con? Please?
Optimus had told Sentinel, time and again, that it was too dangerous to face even one of Megatron’s generals alone. What Optimus hadn’t considered was what might happen if Sentinel’s significant other were to be direly threatened by one of said generals. Optimus and his team were caught, stuck rescuing civilians from a burning building. But Sentinel forged ahead, and all Optimus could do was watch in captured glimpses as he helped the humans.
Sentinel and Blitzwing clashed with a fury that matched no fight like Optimus had ever witnessed. In all his rage, Sentinel still moved swifter and with more lethality than just a normal mech. This was not the young, scared, naive Sentinel whom Optimus had attended the Academy with. This was a force to be reckoned with. This was the power of a Prime and an Eliteguardsman.
Optimus had forgotten, in his shock and awe, what he was supposed to be doing. As had the rest of his team. Even Bumblebee was at a loss for words. And once the fight was over, and Blitzwing lay in a mangled heap, and Sentinel scooped his lover into his arms, it was as if a new mech stood before them all. Or rather, Optimus saw the mech for who he never believed he could be, yet truly was. Sentinel Prime: An exceptional mech worthy of an exceptional title and the respect that comes with it.
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Hello. Can I request some dating headcanons for bayverse Brawl?
Brawl might be a ruthless Bot killer, but he is no less passionate in relationships.
He’s not exactly known for his gentle, loving nature, but with you he finds his desire for destruction rewired into an undeniable desire to protect and destroy anything or one that threatens you.
He treats you like something to be treasure, and although he can forget himself and be a bit too rough at times, he would cut off his right servo if it ever hurt you, and rip out his own processor if even a glimmer of a thought crossed it to harm you.
Ride or die all the way, baby.
100% would abandon Megatron, the Decepticons, even Cybertron, if you asked him to. No matter how long you’ve been dating, from Day 1 he’s been prepared to give you the world and his spark along with it.
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Going wayyyy back to the first caption gladiator s/o, can I request that same s/o being forced to resort to their gladiatorial combat and absolutely demolishing the opponent (maybe someone if the DJD?) and megatron being in awe and then finally having it CLICK that his s/o is not just the FIRST champion, but THE champion? The horror of the pits, the scourge of kaon, the lord of gladiators?
The DJD had found them again. Megatron had feared as much. Even with the combined force of every bot aboard the Lost Light, their chances of victory were slim. But there was nothing left to do except fight. Megatron had practically begged his lover to stay behind, to protect the ship and those who could not defend themselves, but they had refused. Vehemently. Although neither of them desired battle or bloodshed, they would force themselves into action, knowing damn well that they were the most powerful duo among the crew. The two fought side by side, managing to down Tesarus.
Megatron’s old war frame buzzed with adrenaline and his engine turned over loudly as he lifted a battered servo to rest it on his lover’s heaving shoulders. They gave him a weary smile and opened their mouth to speak, but a gunshot drowned them out. Megatron lurched from the force of the blast, optics blown wide in pain. He looked down to find a gaping hole through his waist. As he collapsed, he caught sight of Tarn stalking towards them, blaster smoking.
Megatron’s lover let out a strangled, anguished cry and charged at Tarn. They attacked with a frenzied fury, and Megatron had never seen them move so fast and light. As Ratchet rushed over to tend to him, he watched in both awe and concern as his lover let loose. They fought like legends of old were said to have fought; wild yet precise, quick yet powerful. Megatron thought he knew his lover. They were one of the first champion gladiators of the Pits. But the more he watched them, the clearer it became that even Tarn was no match for their completely unleashed skill and power, and the more Megatron came to realize that his lover wasn’t just one of the first champions. They were THE Champion Gladiator. The one legends were written about. The horror of the Pits. The scourge of Kaon. The lord of the gladiators. And that knowledge made his spark ache for them even more.
In what felt like mere moments, Megatron’s lover was standing over Tarn’s warm, twitching corpse, his spark in their servo. They’re covered in his energon, and the look in their optics was absolutely feral. They crushed Tarn’s spark and dropped it atop his cooling frame.
Megatron called out to them, and when they spotted him and ran over, they shoved Ratchet aside despite the old medic’s protests. Their frame clicked and whirred loudly and their bloodied servos trembled when they touched Megatron’s undamaged side.
He saw the darkness and the panic battling in their expression and lifted a servo to gently cup their face. They turned wild optics on him and it broke his spark to see this version of them —this version that they constantly told him they were terrified of— like a thick film covering their usually kind and warm optics.
“Come back to me, my love,” Megatron rumbled, voice rougher than usual from pain.
They shuttered their optics and leaned into his touch as they struggled to smother their old gladiator mindset. When they opened them again, there were tears beading on the rims.
Megatron pulled them against his chassis even though it hurt. “You did good, love,” he murmured. “But the fight’s over and I need you to focus back on us, on the present.” He kissed the crest of their helm adoringly. “You’re safe now,” he added. He didn’t mean from the current fight, nor from the tumultuous universe that surrounds them day and night. He meant only that they were safe from the Pits, safe from starvation and bloodsport. Safe from the past, but never the future.
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How would the TFA cons react when they overhear con reader say "Oh, I can take him, not in a fight of course." When they're talking about him?
Megatron: He has never spit out his energon faster. He coughs, spluttering, never having expected such a bold comment from you, even if he wasn’t supposed to have heard it. For being championed as a cold, level headed warlord, he doesn’t have a suave comment or witty retort for this, so he slinks off to mull over how he’ll bring this up to you later.
Lugnut: He doesn’t understand your comment at first, not until Blitzwing —who also overheard— explained it to him. Graphically. Then Lugnut blows a fuse. And when Megatron demands to know what happened, all Lugnut can offer is your name.
Starscream: He walks out of his hiding place with a touch too much swagger and cockily says, “Should we test that theory, darling?”
Shockwave: He has no initial reaction, but later that day after a meeting, he passes by you in the halls. Casually, and without stopping, he says, “you couldn’t,” and keeps on towards his lab. He smirks to himself, knowing that you’ll be seeking him out before the day’s over to find out for yourself.
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Can I request rid stunticons with their cybertonian lover who's first reaction when they saw them form into menasor was to admire them with no shame, faceplates flushed, and looking shocked
The guy's are already attractive as is but when combined?? Primus help reader-
Even individually, the stunticons were nervous to show you Menosar for the first time. They adored you —they really did— and the last thing they wanted was to scare you off with this new, massive culmination of them all. But when it actually happened, when the fight got real and they had no choice but to combine, and they caught a glimpse of your reaction, they were shocked.
You were just standing there, in the middle of the battle, gawking. Your faceplates were flushed, your optics blown wide in awe. Menosar could even see your lips silently mouth “holy shit.” A thrill ran through him —them— and he —they— had never been more in love with you.
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I absolutely love your Ambulon writing- you feed my deepest needs. So, how about him and cybertronian reader having a day off together?
Having a day off as a medic was nearly unfathomable. Especially in the middle of a war. Yet there Ambulon was, with a big bouquet of blue cyberflowers, grinning like an idiot at your front door. When you opened the door, he held the flowers out and smiled even bigger.
“Care for a date, lovely?” He tried to sound suave and cool, but he thought it made him sound dorkier than ever.
Your responding smile warmed his spark. “What’d you have in mind?” you ask. You accepted the flowers and led him into your apartment.
Ambulon followed you with an embarrassing amount of pip to his step. He leaned against your kitchen counter and watched as you found a vase and put the flowers in it. “Well, I have a few ideas but they all start the same.” He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, turning you gently.
You giggled and looped your arms around his neck. “Oh? And what’s that?”
He grinned and leaned in close, losing himself for a moment in those stunning optics of yours. “A kiss for my sweetspark,” he said before closing the distance between you and kissing you tenderly. His servos held you close, your chassis’ pressed against each other. Ambulon sighed happily, always loving the feel of you against him, the taste of you on his lips, the tingling of your em field meshing with his. You felt —to him— like heaven and reality clashing and flipping him on his head every time.
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So, since you’ll write Knightverse, how about Rotb Mirage with a Transmale Human Reader who comes out to him?
By Primus I am so so so sorry this took me so damn long to answer.
You wrung your hands and your silence was deafening. Mirage hated to see you like this, all worked up and vulnerable, but he did appreciate that you were comfortable enough to come out to him. He cracked a huge smile and squatted to be closer to your level.
“Hey, man, bump me!” He held out a fist. “You’re the coolest dude, and best friend a bot could ask for. Hell, I’ll totally be your wingman too if you want!”
You smiled shyly and tapped your fist against his. “Thanks, Mirage. You’re a pretty cool dude yourself.”
With a flamboyant wave of his arms, Mirage accepted the praise. “We’re just two cool dudes, man, and I love that for us.” He winked at you and grinned at your blooming blush.
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You know what’s crazy is having your first real relationship and all of a sudden realizing that you’ve literally written what’s happening in your fanfics. Like I’m the broken, hesitant Fortress Maximus I wrote in Mending You, Repairing Me, and the untrusting hesitant Megatron in Redbirds and Full Nests. Like wtf is happening, did I seriously predict all of this thru fics?! Sorry just needed to put that out there bc I am so lost lol. Anywaaaay actual content on the way, I’m trying to get back into being more active in the fandom so hopefully I’ll see y’all around more
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On my hands and knees
Can I get a Drabble for Kups s/o introducing him to his (s/os) many sparkling? And Lyos great with them they love the ‘cool smoker wrecker bot’ but s/o is concerned that kup doesn’t wanna spend his time with a ‘used up’ bot like them?
As soon as the door opened, Kup was swarmed with sparklings. There were so many of them, all happy and healthy, and of all stages of growth, that he couldn’t help but smile as he greeted each one and committed their names to memory. His partner chewed on their bottom lip nervously but led the way into a living room, where Kup sat and was immediately covered in little ones.
He laughed heartily and bounced a bitlet on his knee as the older kids sat before him, asking a thousand questions a second.
“How’d you meet our carrier?”
“Are you in love?”
“What’s love feel like?”
“Do you have any war stories?”
Kup just grinned and tried to answer as many as he could. When his partner returned, they sat next to him on the couch and gently scolded the children to not overwhelm Kup.
“Ah, I’m fine, love,” Kup assured them, patting their knee consolingly.
They wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
They twisted their mouth as they thought. “Kids, can you let us talk for a minute?” they asked.
The sparklings whined, complaining that they wanted to spend more time with the cool new wrecker, but obeyed. Once they were all gone and Kup was left with just one itty bitty sparkling in his lap, he turned to his lover, optics questioning.
They wrung their servos in their lap. “I know you asked to meet them, but I should have told you how many I had before we even started seeing each other.” They paused. “I was just. . . I was scared that you’d think of me as someone else’s used up leftovers.”
Kup cupped their cheek in his servo and brushed his thumb under their optic. “I’d never think that of you. All I see here is a beautiful, strong carrier and their offspring. You created this family, and I would still love to be a part of it.” He leaned in and kissed them softly, as if sealing the truth of his words with a kiss.
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Hello! Bad signal so if I send this twice I’m sorry, but a slight continuation of the megatron ask a while back of his crush being in an abusive relationship? This is a right bit angstier than that one so I apologize if it’s upsetting!!
But some months have passed and things are seemingly smoothly on the lost light, and megatron has slowly been getting reader to gather the courage to leave his abusive s/o,
But then one night readers friend (either an actual bot or just someone random you make up) comes banging on megatrons door and is nearly in hysterics and manages to explain that reader s/o has started to actually fight them and has proven too much for the random bot or reader to deal with, and so random bot has come for megatron because even if he’s a pacifist, surely he’ll help reader? Reader even asked for megatron help in the middle of the beat down, which is why random bot came to him.
I hope this makes sense!! Terribky sorry if it doesn’t, just answer this ask and ask for some clearing up about anything and I will do my best! And of course if it’s too much you don’t have to do it!
Megatron was finally settling into his desk to finish his reports for the day when someone started banging on his door. Begrudgingly, and thinking it was a prankster, he opened the door to find a panicked looking Swerve.
“Oh thank Primus you’re here, Megs,” Swerve blurted. He grabbed the larger mech’s servo and started tugging him, or at least trying to. “We need to go, we need to go now!”
Megatron allowed Swerve to drag him along. “What’s going on?” he barked.
“I can’t stop him, I’m too small,” Swerve managed. “And (y/n) can’t get away! He’s beating them, Megatron, and they just kept crying for you, s-s-so I booked it here as fast as my stubby legs would let me!”
Before Swerve was even done explaining, Megatron took off in a full sprint towards your habsuite. He kicked the door open, not caring when the hinges broke, and barrelled inside, optics immediately locking onto you curled up fetal on the floor, and your partner hammering blows down as you blocked the back of your helm.
Over the months since the last incident, there had been no fresh bruises, and you’d seemed happier, even if you were still with your significant other. Megatron had hoped. . . but he’d been foolish to hope in a situation like this. He should have known better. Now that fury at himself, for not taking the time to ask more questions, or look deeper, flared in his spark and lashed out, taking control over his arm and bringing his fist down on your partner’s helm. It was enough to knock him out and before his form could even crumble to the ground, Megatron was scooping you up.
He cradled you against his chassis and whispered, “You’re alright, I’m here.”
You opened your optics and looked up at him, face streaked with tears and mottled with bruises, and his spark broke all the more. “Is he. . .”
Megatron glanced over to the immobile mech on the floor, amid broken furniture and glasses and scattered books. “He is not dead.” Although Megatron wished he was. But he kept his focus on you and turned to carry you to the medbay. “He will never touch you again,” he declared, intending it with all his spark.
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TFA cons w gn cybertronian crush who likes music
But his reaction to them playing a song w questionable lyrics. In their vehicle mode, unaware that it can be faintly heard outside
Pick your songs: Unholy, white tee, treat me like a slut, and sexyback
Swindle (Unholy): He’s in the middle of making a deal while you stand by on guard in your vehicle mode. Both his and his contact’s helms turn towards you when music starts playing loud enough for them to hear it slightly. They both listen for a moment before Swindle waves a dismissive servo and feigns nonchalance, returning to business even though he can’t get you or your music out of his head now.
Soundwave (Unholy): Is it really any secret that he loves music? And you? The two of you are on patrol, each jamming to your own music, but suddenly he realizes he can hear your music over his. He turns his down and cracks a window to listen closer. He blushes at the lyrics and wonders how someone like you could listen to something so . . . questionable.
Megatron (Sexyback): He thought you were resting in base, which is strange because you are still in your vehicle mode, but he pays you no mind. That is, until music starts leaking out from you, just faint enough for the lyrics to be heard. He grins, obviously thinking the song was a perfect fit for himself, and he wonders if you think the same. He’ll tease you about it later.
Lugnut (Sexyback): He hasn’t heard much human music, but he knows you quite enjoy it. So he doesn’t really mind when the two of you are taking a drive and your music is loud enough for him to pick it up. He does, however, get flustered by the song you’re currently blasting. He tries to focus on driving, but swerves every time he imagines you telling him to “come to the back.”
#megatron x reader#lugnut x reader#soundwave x reader#swindle x reader#transformers#sfw#transformers animated
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Four of your favorite TFP bots/cons reacting to their human gf/wife telling them that she's pregnant with their offspring?
Optimus: He takes you into his arms and kisses every inch of you, pure joy resonating from him. Of course he is terrified of what this means, raising a child during the war, but he will do anything and everything in his power to make sure that you and your baby remain safe and healthy.
Ratchet: He doesn’t really even understand how this is possible, and obviously runs countless tests to make sure your health is optimal, and will continue rigorously monitoring it throughout the pregnancy. He starts collecting all sorts of things in preparation, and smothers you with attention when no one is around.
Megatron: He doesn’t remember the last time he experienced such pure, childlike happiness. He picks you up and spins you, kissing you deeply. Of course he announces it to his crew. He insists you do absolutely nothing by yourself now; either he or one of his most trusted commanders accompany you in everything. Every time he looks at you, his expression softens for a heartwarming moment.
Predaking: He insists you let him find you a suitable nesting ground, and when he does he carts you off for the next nine months to a cozy cave hidden deep in an uncharted cave system. He guards you devoutly, and writes poetry in old Cybertronian to you and your unborn baby which he reads each night to help you sleep.
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Male! autistic reader x Ultra Mangus
They have a bit of a rough meet up because Mangus hasn't understood about the fragility of human and plus i get the feeling that he thinks cybertronian are better. I imagine Optimus gives him a stern talking despite Mangus being Megatron's superior. It goes on from there where they slowly become friends.
He almost crushed you. You were still wheezing from when Ultra Magnus had tossed you unceremoniously out of the way of the fight you’d stumbled into. As if the shock of discovering giant robots wasn’t enough, you could hardly tell which (if any) were good guys.
The ground trembled and you scrambled backwards as a towering red and blue robot rushed over and stooped down to peer at you. You trembled under that gaze, your attention divided between it and the fighting continuing just outside your peripheral. With steady, massive hands, the robot reached towards you. You winced and tried to stand, but your ankle was twisted from how you’d landed earlier and instead you cried out. The robot’s face scrunched up with something akin to concern and he very carefully scooped you up, cradling you against his surprisingly warm chest with one hand and blocking you from the fight with the other.
“Ultra Magnus,” he snapped, and you jumped at the anger in his tone.
The sound of clashing metal final stopped and the robot holding you lowered the servo hiding you.
The domineering blue bot who’d thrown you whipped around, clearly caught off guard by the other’s anger. “Optimus, sir?” He wiped his hands clean of a bright blue liquid in the grass and approached you.
“Do you have no respect for the very beings we are intended to protect?” The blue and red bot said. He held you up as proof. “Your reckless actions could have caused irreparable damage to this human.”
You didn’t mind that they spoke as if you weren’t there, you’d rather stay unnoticed in this conflict.
The blue mech sneered at you down his nose. I kept him out of harm's way. Sir.” He looked at you like you were some useless little nuisance and it was all you could do to keep from flipping him the bird.
The bigger bot, Optimus the other had called him, sighed heavily. “Humans are fragile compared to us, Ultra Magnus. You must keep this in consideration if you are to act as protector of this planet alongside us.” He glanced at you and offered a small, sympathetic smile. “And now, because we have been seen by this young man, you shall be his guardian. Hopefully he will teach you what I cannot about his race.”
Ultra Magnus was clearly less than pleased by his assignment, but you were no happier. At first, everything was tense and quiet, but as the long summer days stretched by in each other’s company, you began giving him a chance. Yes, he was uptight and strict, but surely there was more to him than that. Over time, it’s safe to say he even tolerated you. Maybe one day his distaste for humans will let up enough to form a proper friendship.
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Hello everyone, I am so so so sorry that I've been gonzo for the last handful of months. But I'm back, with a new computer, and maybe just maybe I'll finally be able to finish some of your long overdue requests and get this blog back up and running.
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Requests are now open, since I finally caught up on all those ones that were just ruminating in my inbox. Sorry bout that.
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Drabble for Tfa megatron reacting to his alien s/o being a winged flyer, and finding out that his s/o also faces the same kind of oppression war frames face on cybertron for their own species? But they (the alien flyers) don’t have any power to try and start any kind of change, so s/os just stuck being almost like a slave to the alien ‘autobots’
Megatron adored his strong lover’s wings. They were strong and flexible, and surprisingly sensitive. He was caressing them with his much too large servos when his smaller lover sighed.
“Take me with you,” they breathed.
Megatron paused. He and his crew had only recently discovered this strange but lush planet and its even stranger non-Cybertronian techno organic inhabitants. He and his new lover had met by accident when they landed and since been together for a few weeks. They were in his ship, lingering in the planet’s stratosphere, preparing to take off now. Megatron knew he had to relish this last moment with his love. He’d expected them to want to stay on their planet.
Now he brushed a servo down their spine. “Why?” he asked quietly.
They explained how they were an oppressed kind of people, solely for their wings and larger stature. But their numbers were so few already, many of their people hunted and used for blood sport that there could never be a different way of life. They could never make a difference. And so they begged Megatron to take them with him, begged with tears in their eyes and shaking hands.
Megatron pulled them close and held them against his chest as he struggled to contain his fury. He wished he could flip this planet on its head and rewrite it, force its dominant species to accept the lesser. But he didn’t haven the manpower nor the resources, and he felt miserably useless.
He cupped his lover’s chin and lifted their face. “I may not be able to rescue your people, but I can save you, my dear.” He kissed their forehead and they broke into sobs of relief.
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