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tinydefector · 19 days

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Human's effects

More a silly little thing that I had to write out.

Warnings: talks about sex, xenophilia, kinks

Word count: 3k

Request are open

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There were a lot of things that fascinated the cybertronians over humans. Their size, body types, skin tones and those soft they are.

So many of them become so fascinated over the fact that such small and fragile creatures don't have plating to protect themselves but only wear soft fabrics.

And it slowly leads a lot of Cybertronians to realising they were Xenophiles.

A list of kinks and fetishes cybertronians discovered from it.

-size kink

-skin fetish

- hair pulling

- silk and ribbon play

- cum inflation

-breeding

-pet play

- vore

-fluid play and consumption

- spiking warming

- Heart and spark syncing

- new spike and Valve modifications to test on their human lover

There's originally a lot of unknowns about humans, and cybertronians are rather intrigued, for one the first times the a lot of the crew of lost light had encountered them was on black market and high priced pets, and companions.

There were exceptions such as Perceptor, Ratchet and Megatron who had been around humans before but for a lot of the bots this was their first time seeing them. that is until they are assigned a human communications, relations Ambassador/ liaison.

But after the black market incident it had led a lot of bots into research over humans. And it just spirals more with them discovering some rather dark history with cybertronians keeping humans as playthings. And finding out their ‘interface equipment’ isn't that different from their own, just more organic and smaller.

A late night of drinking at swerve slowly devolved into conversation over their local human. Brainstorm sits nursing his drink of engex while he and others of the ship chat away. "So does it fascinate anyone else over the fact that humans don't have natural plating or any kind of protection for their squishy form?" He brings up, he himself had fallen down the rabbit hole of human porn but didn't quite know how to breach the subject with anyone else.

"Oh Primus, look who decided to join us, thought you were holding up with your Conjunx Chrome!" Swerve said with a chuckle, placing more drinks down. He hopped up onto one of the bar stools and leaned in eagerly, His attention flicks to Brainstorm. "You bring up a good point, Brainstorm," Swerve replied.

"Those squishy humans are really something else, ain't they? No armour, no defences - I'd be scared outta my circuits if I was just soft protoform all the time!, like i’m so surprised squishy hasn't been stepped on yet"

Rodimus nodded in agreement. "Yet they've managed to survive just fine so far. There's obviously more to them than meets the eye. Like i've seen some of the things our ambassador can do like the strange stretching"

"I dunno," Skids chimed in. "Seems pretty fraggin' reckless if you ask me. One good shot and it lights out!"

Rewind shuddered. "Ugh, don't remind me. Just thinking about all those organics and tubes and who knows what else squishing around in there makes my fuel tank turn." He made a dramatic churning sound effect.

Riptide laughed. "I saw a nature documentary once about these hairless ape creatures the humans evolved from. Now THOSE guys were squishy."

“What in Primus have you been watching?!”

“some old earth docs that Percy’s has, bots got a lot of info on Terra and the planet's history” The bots shared a collective laugh at the image. Swerve took a swig of his energon. "Frag, maybe there's something to be said about living on the edge like that! Sure keeps things interesting, its still strange that they are somehow one of the top predators of their planet yet are smaller than half the things they eat"

Brainstorm goes quiet for a moment. "Have you seen how flexible they are?"

Swerve nearly spit out his energon. "Whoa hey, I don't need those kinds of vivid imagery floatin' around my processor thank you very much!, keep the squishy interface vids to yourself" he said, waving his hands animatedly.

"You have to admit, the way those fleshbags can contort themselves is pretty impressive," Skids added. "Must come in handy for.. maintenance." He waggled his optical ridges suggestively.

Brainstorm nodded pensively. "Indeed. Their non-metal structure allows for feats we could never replicate by ourselves." He took a sip of his energon. "Always makes me curious what other evolutionary adaptations they've developed to compensate for such vulnerability. The potential for scientific discovery is endlessly fascinating with their species and ancestors."

Riptide shrugged. "As long as they don't expect ME to try any of their bone-breaking yoga moves," he laughed. "This chassis is meant for tough stuff, not Twister!"

"You think they would be soft, you know if you interface with one?" Brainstorm asked while downing his drink, the engex was slowly going to his processor loosening his lips.

"Oh don't give me that look I know for a fact you all have thought about doing with a human at least once! Rodimus I know for a fact you eye them up everytime our little liaison walks past you" He calls out Rodimus.

Rodimus nearly choked on his energon in an attempt to look innocent. "Wh-what? That's not - I never -" he sputtered in protest, flustered optics darting around at the other bots.

Brainstorm smirked as Rodimus squirmed uncomfortably on the stool. "Oh please, don't try to deny it, Captain. You're about as subtle as a combiner in a supply closet."

"Roddy's got the hots for squishy, who knew!" Swerve giggled uncontrollably.

Skids nudged Riptide playfully. "Hey, maybe we got a xenophiliac on the ship!"

"Alright alright, knock it off you glitches," Rodimus growled, though the blue flush across his face said otherwise. "I was just... curious, that's all. They ARE a strange species."

Swerve tried to contain his laughter. "Ohhh I bet you are more than curious, if you catch my drift!, wanna get up close and personal" More raucous peals of laughter from the group.

Brainstorm stroked his chin in thought. "They do feel intriguingly delicate. I wonder if their flexible frames would be more pleasurable to interface with than our own rigid forms..."

"Have you seen videos of them, they stretch a lot, like a lot, like I know human skin is resilient but i didn't think they were that resilient " Brainstorm states remembering some of the videos he had seen online. Other bots peak up intrigued.

Swerve choked again as his fuel tank nearly turned inside out. "Brainstorm! That's... more than I needed to visualise, thank you very much."

Skids seemed a bit less phased. "Fleshbags gettin' their twist on, huh? Can't say I'm not curious now."

Even Rodimus seemed intrigued despite his earlier protests. "Resilient is an understatement. I've seen some of the contortions that humans can do - it's astounding that their protoforms don't tear apart."

Brainstorm nodded enthusiastically. "Precisely! With the right lubrication and technique, I hypothesise an interface with a limber human form would provide entirely novel sensory data."

Riptide shifted uncomfortably. "Not sure I'm ready to dive into the fleshy deep end just yet.”

Swerve shot him a sly grin. "Aw c'mon Rip, live a little! Where's your sense of adventure?"

Rodimus tried to steer the subject elsewhere. "Let's maybe change topics before someone needs a wipe down. Or Primus forbid, Magnus overhears you lot"

"I hope I did not hear what my processor just heard" Ultra Magnus states while staring down at the group of drinking mechs. A Lot of bots in the bar snicker at the group getting in trouble.

"Come on Sir, get that wrench out of you aft, join us!" Skids called out.

Swerve let out an audible squeak at Ultra Magnus's stern tone, almost dropping his engex in panic. "U-Um, Magnus sir! Fancy seeing you here. We were just, uh, discussing..."

He shot desperate optics at the others for help, but they all seemed to shrink down in their seats under Magnus's disapproving glare.

Rodimus flashed an uneasy grin. "Just having a friendly debate about alien species, you know how it is. Brainstorm was bringing up some, er, interesting biological points..."

Ultra Magnus sighed wearily. "I'd rather not know the details, thank you. Some topics are best left undiscussed in public."

The whole bar erupted into laughter at the group's misfortune. "Ah lay off em Magnus!" one patron called out. "They're just havin' fun!"

Another bot piped up. "Yeah, loosen up that rusty chassis and join us! One drink won't hurt."

Magnus scowled, unamused. But as the encouragement grew louder, he glanced around hesitantly...

Swerve spotted an opening. "C'mon Magnus, live a little! I'll even give you a two-for-one special." He flashed a hopeful grin.

The enforcer grumbled but his resolve was cracking. Against his better judgement, he pulled up a stool. "One drink." Swerve whooped and poured him a double.

They cheer as Magnus sits down to drink with them. Skids speak up. "So brainstorm you saying you'd hook up with a fleshy, get nice and personal with a human" he calls out with a laugh.

Brainstorm leaned forward eagerly. "Why of course! The pursuit of scientific knowledge knows no boundaries. Though upon further review, direct interfacing with an organic might require certain, ah, safety protocols."

Skids peered at him suspiciously. "Exactly what kind of 'research' are you plannin' on doing Brainy?"

Swerve nudged Riptide with a smirk. "I'll bet ya 20 shanix Brainstorm's just trying to find an excuse to get jiggy with the humies!"

Riptide snorted. "No way, I ain't takin' THAT bet!"

Rodimus dropped his face in his palms with a groan. "can we PLEASE stop picturing Brainstorm fragging humans?"

Ultra Magnus coughed on his engex, catching the comment he'd really rather not have heard.

But Brainstorm paid them no mind, lost in scientific contemplation. "The human capacity for sensory input and feedback would provide a rich study on cross-species interface protocol adaptability..."

"INTERFACE PROTOCOLS?!" Swerve shrieked. The table erupted into howls of laughter at Magnus's deeply uncomfortable expression. It was going to be a LONG night indeed.

“Primus Brainstorm you kinky fragger”

"Fine then everyone servo up if your not at least somewhat curious or thought about it at least once" Brainstorm calls out to all of Swerve's bars patrons

"Oooh, Brainstorm's putting us all on the spot!" Swerve giggled with gleeful mischief. He raised his servo without hesitation.

Skids was quick to follow suit, slamming his half-empty glass down. "Frag it, I'll admit it! Those soft squishy bodies got me wonderin' what else they're good for."

To everyone's surprise, Rodimus sheepishly lifted a servo as well, avoiding optic contact with Ultra Magnus. Riptide shrugged and joined in the show of servos, if only to blend in.

The majority of bots in the bar started raising their hands amid roars of laughter and drunken encouragement. Only a select few hesitated, shooting nervous glances at Magnus.

The enforcement officer's expression cycled through outrage, resignation and back to outrage as his gaze swept over the forest of raised servos. "I cannot condone such deviant interest in alien biologies," he protested, voice stiff.

But as more servos stayed stubbornly aloft, Magnus sagged with a weary sigh. After a long moment, he slowly, begrudgingly raised one massive hand as well.

The bar erupted into ear-splitting cheers. Swerve howled with glee, banging his fists on the counter. "Look's like we've all got a bit of xenophile in us after all! Even you, Magnus my mech!"

Magnus buried his faceplate in his servos as Brainstorm cackled maniacally. Once the bar settles back down its Swerve who speaks up with a smirk on his faceplate. "So... which one of you charming mechs are gonna be the first to try and get our lovely Liaison?" He teases.

Rodimus sputtered into his drink at Swerve's question, flushing brighter. "W-what? I never said anything about actually doing anything!, it's all just fantasies Swerve!" he protested in a hissed tone.

Skids rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, well they do have a cute lil' figure. Bet they'd be a wild ride..."

Swerve grinned slyly at Rodimus. "Aw c'mon Captain, don't tell me you ain't thought about it at least once! I bet they'd be real fun to break in, get all soft and pliable..."

Rodimus smacked Swerve upside the helm. "Knock it off!" He shot a pleading glance at Ultra Magnus as if begging for rescue.

But unexpectedly, Brainstorm was the one who spoke up. "While the organic's flexibility is intriguing, directly interfacing could introduce unknown health risks or cultural taboos. Outside the fact our people have kept humans as pets and companions in the past. A more ethical approach would be gaining consent for strictly observational research."

Riptide frowned. "Not sure the liaison would go for that either Storm"

Swerve sighed dreamily. "Just imagine wrapping those soft squishy bits all around you though... bet they'd feel amazing..."

"SWERVE." Magnus's warning tone silenced the cheeky bartender immediately. He turned back to Rodimus with a sigh. "Despite certain... Curiosities, directly engaging an organics such a manner would be unwise, dangerous even, not to mention our form are much larger and could harm a human."

Rewind nodded gratefully at Magnus, relieved the subject was shifting. But the mischievous glint in Swerve's optic suggested his teasing wasn't over yet. It was going to be a long night indeed.

"Relax Mags I'm just riling these drunk mech up. Unless you're interested in our sweet little ambassador" he teases, making other bots choke on their drinks.

Ultra Magnus's icy glare could have frozen Swerve's energon. "Need I remind you this conversation is highly inappropriate and unprofessional," he said sternly.

But to everyone's surprise, Rodimus let out an undignified snort of laughter. "As if Magnus would ever break protocol like that! He'd probably recite the entire Autobot code of conduct while fragging."

The whole bar erupted in howls of mirth at the mental image.

Swerve was nearly rolling on the floor. "Can you imagine?! 'Paragraph 3, subsection B clearly states interfacing with sentient aliens requires prior diplomatic clearance forms in triplicate!'" he cried in a mockingly stiff voice.

Skids were wiping away fuel tears. "Primus if MR. RULES AND REGS ever broke the rules, it'd be one for the history archives!"

Riptide jabbed Skids in the side. "Ten shanix says he'd have them memorising regulations the whole time!"

"Twenty shanix says they'd run screaming first!" Swerve shot back.

The bets and ribbing escalated as more mechs joined in. Across the table, Rodimus shoved Magnus playfully. "C'mon Magnus, live on the wild side for once!"

Magnus's rumbling huff was the only response. Watching his rigid commander finally loosening up filled Swerve with delight. Somehow, some way, he'd find a way to get Magnus to break protocol yet! It was shaping up to be the best night ever.

"Ohhh let's make this fun. I list some bots and you say if you think they would hook up with a human" Riptide states. "Rung, Drift and Ratchet" he calls out the names.

Swerve let out a dramatic gasp. "Ooh spicy!"

"Rung is definitely curious but way too professional. Might let loose over a couple cubes of engex though!"

Skids broke into hysterics at Riptide's suggestions. "Rung and a HUMAN?! Rung doesn't even touch his OWN interface panel!"

Rodimus snorted. "Can you imagine? 'My dear, it seems you're experiencing some psychological interfacing blockers. Please, tell me how that makes you feel.'"

"Drift guy's definitely intrigued by other species, if you know what I mean. Plus he's artsy so he'd probably appreciate the 'aesthetic'." Swerve responds

"Drift might go for it, he's open to new experiences," Rodimus mused with a grin.

Brainstorm nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed, his spiritual philosophies suggest an openness to cultural exchange that others may lack. I think if he and ratchet weren't together its something he might try"

"Ratchet. bah! As if that grumpy old rust-bucket would try anything so illogical. Unless she's a doctor too and starts quoting his favourite protocols... then all bets are off!" Skids laughed.

"Ratchet? Nah, too much of a hard aft. He'd just bitch about human biohazards the whole time," Swerve giggled.

"Well if Drift was interested I'm pretty sure that mecn could get ratchet to do anything with the bat of his optics" Rodimus remarks.

The table erupted in raucous laughter. Swerve took a playful bow. "Alright bring on the next victims!"

Riptide rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, how about...Tailgate, Cyclonus, and Whirl?"

Swerve cackled wickedly. "Tailgate would be way too nervous but he'd try for his Conjunx Cyclonus. Cyclonus would 100% use his broody vibes to charm her pants off but only for Tailgate. And Whirl? He doesn't interface, he destroys! So that liaison better watch her interfacing ports around that lunatic!"

Chromedome interjects stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Tailgate would be way too nervous and shy, I think. He'd probably short-circuit just from holding hands!"

Riptide nodded. "Cyclonus has always struck me as the kinky type. Wonder if he's into those squishy bits like Brainstorm thinks..."

"Whirl would frag anything that moves," Rodimus interjected with a grimace. "But I don't think an organic would survive the experience!"

Brainstorm stroked his chin. "Indeed, Whirl's interfacing protocol subroutines seem rather...enthusiastic. Consent might be a fleeting concept. Better to observe from a safe distance."

Swerve shuddered. "Ugh, don't make me picture that psycho getting 'friendly' with a human! I'm tryna keep my fuel down y'know."

The names continue being dropped.

" First Aid! I don't know if the medic-bot's got it in him to break the rules. But I betcha if he did, he'd be real gentle and caring-like. He'd have them feelin' better than new in no time!"

Skids grinned devilishly. "Yeah but would they feel better? Aid's so straight and narrow I bet he'd put em in stasis lock from boredom!"

"Now Perceptor on the other hand..." Swerve tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Bookish type, but you know there's a passionate scientist in there waiting to experiment. Think he'd go slow and methodical, really take his time 'exploring the specimen'."

"his thirst for organic sciences might overpower his good sense," Rewind remarks.

“optimus prime, Prowl and bumblebee ” Chromedome interjects with his own inquiries.

Swerve pretended to wipe away exhaust fumes. "Primus help me, this is gonna be good... Optimus Prime is obviously Mister Morality himself, but you know he's got a secret wild side under all that virtue signalling. Just imagine how freaky he could get with some alien nookie!"

The bar erupted in incredulous, drunken laughter and cheers. Swerve grinned impishly.

"As for Prowl, I'm telling you that stick up his tailpipe is begging to come out and play. One roll in the berth with a naughty fleshy and he'd loosen up reeeal nice!"

"And Bee? He's a sweet kid, but you know what they say, it's always the quiet ones! Between his cute lil' face and that tight chassis, he'd have the human lining up to frag that glitch right into stasis!"

The bar absolutely lost it, bots falling over each other in drunken hysterics. Even Mirage was struggling not to fall off his chair. Swerve took an exaggerated bow as his audience howled.

"Thank you, thank you! I'll be here all cycle! Now who's ready for the next round?" More shouts and clanking glasses answered his call. It was shaping up to be the wildest night at Swerve's yet!

Magnus dropping Megatron's name that really sent them over the edge.

"Megatron?! With the liaison?!" Rodimus howled with laughter, nearly spitting out his drink. "That's the funniest thing I've heard all cycle!"

But Swerve wasn't done. "Megatron? Now THAT'S an image! 'You pathetic fleshbag, you DARE try to mount the great Megatron?! Grovel before my interface array!'"

Magnus adds more information which makes everyone surprised " He and the ambassador are rather close" He states

Rewind speaks up from Chromedome’s side. "Y'know... they do have a certain chemistry. I'll bet under all that scowling and chipped armour there's a softie just waitin' for the right tender touch to melt his spark. And they have got sass to spare bet they could handle Megatron's brooding and snarl!"

"Twenty shanix says he'd have them trembling and beggin' for mercy in no time flat!" Skids bet eagerly.

"You're on!" crowed Riptide. "But I still think Perceptor's the real dark horse..."

#transformers #rodimus #transformers x human #megatron #transformers idw #transformers x reader #transformers lost light #transformers megatron #mtmte swerve #chromedome #mtmte rewind #ultra magnus #valveplug

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bugboioli23 · 2 months

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Hgngnmdnf doodle page! Sorry for not posting much I have no ideas and I feel so uninteresting since I keep drawing Swerve lmao

Tumblr don’t block this pls they’re just enjoying some monster energy nothin to see hereeee

#transformers #valveplug #mtmte #buggyboi draws #self insert #swerve #transformers x reader #swerve transformers #megatron #mtmte megatron #megatron x reader #swerve x reader #transformers x human

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lazypanartist · 3 months

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It's nice, Bumblebee thinks while watching you work. Your tiny fingers tapping away at a keyboard he could crush with only one digit of his own. You're calm, and quiet, and all too absorbed with the work you've been assigned.

You're breathing softly, a quiet whistle he can pick out of any room with the familiarity. Senses heightened with millennia of scout training, he han hear every annoyed sigh and soft tut as you work out whatever problem you were given, your complaints seemingly lost on everyone else around as he observes you.

He knows it's odd; the way he slows down his routine just to be this much closer to you. He's known for his speed, not his forgoing it to spend time with anyone - much less a human. But here his is, pede-steps soft while he glances your way again.

#transformers #transformers g1 #transformers animated #transformers earthspark #transformers x human reader #transformers x you #transformers x reader #transformers x human #bumblebee #bumblebee transformers #transformers bumblebee #bumblebee x reader #transformers bumblebee x reader #bumblebee x human reader #x reader #xreader

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darlingisthirsty · 5 days

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(Y/N): "Would you still love me if I was a worm?" Him: "Is that your alt mode or something?"

#transformers x human #transformers x reader #terato #monsterboyfriend #monster romance #human x transformer

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star-gxze · 8 days

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SPARKLING WATER?!?

silly funny idea I saw on pinterest

pov: 2nd you, yourself, yours

You and Jack were playing super smash bros on the couch with raf and Miko on both sides of the couch watching you guys play, you grab for your sparkling water and start to take a sip from it.

“[NAME], what is that I see you drink that a lot” raf asks you “oh this? It’s sparkling water citrus flavored wanna waterfall?” You tell raf as you were about to give him you bottle, the bottle is snatched from your hands and thrown against the wall.

“BEE WHAT THE HELL?” You yell at him in disbelief “I needed that!” bee started buzzing at you profusely, you guys bicker back and forth.

“what’s wrong with me drinking sparkling water!?” You yell at bee

“whose drinking what?” Ratchet starts walking to you and bee, bee points at you as he beeps at ratchet

“WHAT?! [NAME] WHY ARE YOU DRINKING THAT SCRAP?” Ratchet panics as he puts his hands on his head

“you two are over reacting it’s sparkling water” you roll your eyes at both of them, Miko is holding in laughs because of your obliviousness “[N]-[NAME] y-y-ynkow what” Milo starts crying laughing at you, you looked confused, then it clicks you were drinking sparkling water…how were going to explain this to the bots? You sigh and chuckle a bit “guys I’m drinking carbonated water not actual robot baby juice” you laugh it off

Rachet and bee side eye each other before looking back at you

Safe to say that they were scared of you for a while

#transformers x human #tfp x reader #rachet #bumblebee x reader #jack #raf #miko #silly

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rain-in-the-clouds · 10 months

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I think we're alone now.

Mirage x Human F!!Reader. Fluff, Angst, Sumt.

WARNINGS: Mentiones of sexual harassment, sexual harassment, graphic depictions of sexual acts. Minors DNI!!! 18+ only.

Word Count: 7,128

Y/n was busy at work, rushing back 'n forth between different groups of truckers. The dinner was packed when midnight rolled around at a snail's speed, Y/n was slammed with work and slow all at once. Even at the late hour the dinner was hectic, despite it and the truck stop now the only business open. Y/n rushed to get done, attempting to be polite to the last few of her tables, but it mostly came off as exhausted contempt. Her tips by the end of the night were abysmal. But finally she could leave, strolling through the truck stop first.

Y/n walked up and down the few isles, idly singing What's love got to do with it. At the counter Y/n left the cash for her goods and waved the only other worker off. However Y/n didn't notice the eyes watching her as she walked out into the small parking lot. The small area was only lit by two yellowing street lights, there were only a handful of cars in the lot; all old looking and dirty. Not very distinctive considering she didn't know what the other bots' alt modes are. Ultimately Y/n went to each car and tried to examine them, but the dim light did not help her.

Until she came to the end of the line where a mismatched Porsche 911 sat, Y/n peered around, having a sense of unease settled on her, but there was no one. So she scanned the smaller car for anything of significance. Feeling ridiculous she stopped at the hood, a small trickle of light was hitting the car, it was just enough to see the all too familiar Autobot emblem in the center on the hood. A wash of relief hit her.

“Oh thank god.” Y/n sighed with a breath of relief, nearly collapsing onto the hood. A soft hand gliding over the small emblem as she drifts in her thoughts, her thumb circling and running over the small symbol, converting every detail to memory. So lost in thought she didn't register the engine igniting beneath her touch, nor the two men standing behind her.

“Hey there lil'thang.” One of the burley men said while trying to grab Y/n's arm. Surprised, Y/n whipped around pulling her arm from the man's grip, nearly shrieking out. She ended up with her butt and lower back pressed against the hood. Before she could speak or move the second man took a step closer, “Is this your car sugar?” Both men were intimidating, Y/n recognized them from the dinner, they'd tried to grab at her then too.

Y/n's heart was pounding in her chest, but she held what little composer she had left. “Y-yeah it is.” Her tone was confident, but she still stuttered.

“Lookin a little beat up, you fixin it yourself?” The first man was closer now, leaning in more than appropriate. The fake polite conversation had Y/n's skin crawling.

“Yes, it's Nevada, hard to get parts,” Y/n spoke through her bile, each word coming with a bite to it. Y/n however took the opportunity to slide over the hood, her work skirt hiking up ever so slightly, revealing just enough of her legs; the two men moved forward again. “But I've got it handled.” In a rush Y/n slid over the hood and headlight, back stepping to the door, a clammy hand groping the handle; internally pleading they'd let her in.

The two men moved around the front of the car, attempting to close in on Y/n, when the door suddenly opened. Y/n wasted no time climbing into the driver seat, the door slammed shut, the engine roaring fully to life before speeding forward; intentionally almost hitting the two men as the Porsche sped off into the desert.

Not a few miles out and Y/n breathed a deep shaky sign, harshly rubbing her hands over her arms. “Thank you.” Y/n's voice was small, but full of gratitude.

Mirage was silent a bit, the whole experience leaving a bitter taste on his golassa. The fear, anger and relief Y/n went through in less then five minutes had the mech rapidly speeding in an unknown direction, the sand he was whipping up left large clouds in his wake. But hearing that same wash of emotions in Y/n's voice despite her being far from the situation had him slowing down to a near crawl.

“It’s alright.” Mirage's voice came out from his radio, gentle and soft despite the anger in his spark. “I'm sorry…” The mech trailed off, uncertain of what or how to say what he wanted. Y/n smiled warmly at his radio, that unique tenderness returning to her expression.

“It’s okay. Thank you though, it means more than I can say.” Y/n sighed again, but it was more like she was pushing the rest of those negative thoughts and emotions out. “But I don't want to dwell on it.” She said finally but her smile and the light hearted way she taped his dash hinted towards her now relaxed demeanor. Mirage still felt revved up, but listened to her nonetheless.

A beat of silence fell on them, Mirage internally stuck in his slowly dissipating frustration, as if Y/n could see into his helm, she pulled him from his thoughts. “Mirage,” She started, her voice was sweet but mischievous, but to Mirage, his name on her lips lit something in his spark he wasn't prepared for. “Would you like to go to the track tunnels?” Her tone mocked innocence.

Mirage recognized this knowing himself well, “Depending on what that exactly is?” He said mimicking Y/n's tone.

Y/n failed at stifling a giggle. “It's an abandoned half constructed highway. It's used as a racetrack by pretty much anyone in town under 30.” Y/n rolled her eyes at her one words. “It's a good place to blow off steam, but it's still early in the night so you probably can't transform.” She was hopeful the idea would interest the mech, vehemently not wanting to go home just yet.

Mirage paused for a minute, pretending to think it over, but when he made a sharp turn, causing Y/n to slide in the drive seat, joyfully shrinking out in a fit of laughter; they both knew where they were headed.

However Y/n was correct in the assumption that there would be people at the track, several teenagers with their souped-up cars racing around, other small clumps in the tunnels gathered together drinking and partying the night away. But quickly Y/n and Mirage found comfort and release in speeding through the tunnels and around the makeshift concrete track, even making a few rogue jumps here and there. But after a few hours their racing rampage was cut short by Sam and Chromia.

Mirage was rounding a turn, Y/n cheering him on from the driver seat, the two speeding into the longest tunnel for the hundredth time that night when Chromia pulled up behind them with Sam in her driver's seat.

Through the radio Sam called out, “What the hell are you two doing? You were supposed to be back hours ago.” In moments like this he sounded like Charlie.

Y/n's eyes widened for a split second at the radio before she twisted around to see Sam and Chromia a bit behind them, even with Mirage's alt mode being less than perfect, he was still faster. “I had a long day Sam, come on.” She whined at them, despite it being true.

“Yeah Sam, come on.” Mirage mimicked, dramatizing Y/n's tone, effectively teasing her, as her response was to playfully smack the dashboard.

“Not helping Mirage.” Chromia was sturn, “Let's get back.” But similar to Sam it disappeared quickly, finding enjoyment in the late night drive.

In the end Sam and Chromia decided not to tell by wager of a race back to the Bunker. Mirage and Y/n won. The Bunker was dead quiet when they arrived, Sam and Chromia parting ways soon after, leaving Mirage and Y/n in the main 'hanger'.

“That was great.” Y/n said breathlessly, her cheeks dusted red and a bright smile plastered to her lips.

Mirage felt warm all over, something about this night, about her, had him charged up and peaceful all at once. And seeing Y/n punch drunk on adrenaline wasn't helping. “Yeah that was. I haven't gotten to move like that in cycles!” However Mirage didn't feel like he was containing his energy.

Y/n stared up at him, taking a quick moment to really take the mech in, his sterling cerulean optics captivating her. “We should do it again, soon.” Y/n felt emboldened by the rush and pending crash of adrenaline, “But I gotta sleep before my legs give out,” Y/n had started walking backwards towards her room as she spoke, “Goodnight, Mirage.” Y/n spoke a little slower, emphasizing his name, but what made the mech's spark burn was the coy wink and the persing of her lips before she spun on her heel and disappeared into her room; leaving Mirage standing dumbfounded in the hanger.

“Forward for a human.” Mirage thought while he hummed to himself. He watched her bedroom door for a moment, replaying the night in his helm, he smiled to himself, “Goodnight, Y/n.” His voice was quiet, but somewhere he hoped she'd heard him.

— —

Several weeks had passed since that night, in that time Mirage came up with every excuse to spend time with Y/n, whether it be taking her to or from work, or sneaking off during patrols to the track, he couldn't get enough of her. And she was equally as smitten, but neither could find it in themselves, or the "right time" to say as much to each other. However they still had their awkward moments, where even from space their feelings for each other could be seen.

It came to ahead the night Mirage and Chromia were off from patrol, and Y/n and Sam were free from work. The four decided to see a movie at the drive in, deciding on what to see by vote; ending up on Alien. Much to Y/n's dismay, who found it a little odd to see a supposedly scary movie about aliens with aliens, but was also unprepared for horror.

The two bots parked as far back as possible, tuning into the drive-in's frequency, it was a crystal clear night, perfect for this occasion. Sam was in Chromia's drivers seat, happily watching the movie while munching on some snack he'd snuck through. Whereas Y/n, who was curled up in Mirage's seat, was gripping the soft leather of the seat tightly in her hands, her face tucked behind her knees; unfounded terror gripping her imagination with each scene. They'd gotten a little over half way through the movie when Y/n just couldn't watch anymore.

“No. Nope, no no.” She said repeatedly, grabbing for the door handle, but Mirage wouldn't let her out.

“We can leave.” He stated simply, completely understanding and willing to do whatever Y/n needed. He started to back out, switching his radio to speak to Chromia and Sam. “Hey, we're gonna split. See ya back at the Bunker.” Mirage didn't give any explanation nor the two a chance to question the mech before he was driving off.

Half way back to the Bunker Y/n let out an aggravated huff, “Ughhh. Why am I like this.” She spoke with a whine, but the gravel that came with annoyance was still present. Mirage just chuckled, the sound normally a comfort for Y/n just annoyed her more in the moment. “It's not funny Mirage.”

The mech held in another chuckle, “I know but it's okay. You're totally safe, ya know?” A pause happened in their conversation when they arrived at the Bunker, the place was empty save for Prowl who was somewhere in his lab, but the rest of the bots were out on patrol and Charlie working a night shift. The two ended up on the bot sized couch sitting somewhat close together.

“I mean, they're not even real Y/n.” Mirage was trying to comfort her, but the situation baffled him slightly.

“How can you say that when you're real. I'm real. So who's really to say.” Y/n retorted, despite not wanting to be scared by a movie, the goofy conversation was oddly enjoyable.

Mirage went to speak but stopped when he mulled the thought over a moment, he put on his most confident smile and leaned a little closer to Y/n, “Fair, but I'm right here, I'll keep you safe.” Though it started as a silly teasing argument, Mirage was slipping little things about his feelings into what he said.

Y/n smiled, throwing a hand over her face to hide the stifled laugh. “Their blood is literally acid, if their not vaporized or somethin their blood'll eat right through you. What am I supposed to do then, huh?”

Mirage cocked a brow at her, that devilish smirk that made Y/n's stomach flip appeared on his lips, “So you'd worry about me?” The mech was leaning in closer, his arm was loosely hanging over the back of the couch so he could be covertly closer to Y/n, but now with how the two were sitting his helm was so close to her, he could feel the warmth that radiated from her.

Y/n was blushing madly, the red tinting all the way to her ears. “Mirage!” She playfully shoved at his chassis , knowing it wouldn't move him even if she did try. But all the gesture did was bring them closer together, as her hand landed on the smooth metal she slipped forward, her chest now pressed up against his chassis , faces inches apart. Y/n stopped, all thoughts left her head in that instant, lost in the desire to close the gap between them. Mirage was equally as stunned, unsure what to do, but so certain of what he wanted. He was so close to leaning in and connecting their lips, but at the last second they both pulled away. Y/n scooted away, but not far, mumbling “Sorry, bout that.” As she did.

“No worries.” Mirage smiled softly, the smallest hint of disappointment in his optics. But the moment was still awkward and leaving both of them tensed. Mirage went to move, not necessarily leave, but Y/n stopped him.

“Would you stay…out here?” She wasn't scared anymore, wasn't even thinking about the movie, but internally it was her excuse as to why she asked.

Mirage stopped the second she asked, slipping back into his spot without question. “Yeah. Of course.” He answered as if it was the silliest thing she could have said. The mech grabbed a small blanket just big enough of Y/n from the opposite couch and draped it over her. The two fell into a comfortable silence and soon after into a deep sleep.

— —

Two weeks after the movie and almost kiss, Mirage was on a night patrol while Y/n was at work. The night was moving slowly for both Mirage and Y/n, one passively driving around the town and grater area, and the other running from table to table as if her life depends on it. It was rounding 11pm when a group came in, one Y/n instantly recognized; her friend Kirby and his gang of weirdos.

They came in loud, moving through the whole dinner until they found a too small table for them, but they crammed into the booth nonetheless. The two other servers working avoided them like the plague. Y/n held off seeing them until she had no choice. The group was still in that same booth, Y/n smiled at Kirby, silently pleading for the night to be over.

“Hey Kirby. Guys. What can I do for ya tonight?” Y/n was exhausted, but she fought it. Kirby was all too happy to see Y/n.

“We're doin fabulous Sweets, gonna be heading to the track after this. It'd be cool if you'd come with us.” Kirby coolly slipped the invitation into the conversation. Y/n paused, knowing he and his group would ask, in that moment she was thankful for her job however. Y/n was about to decline, but like she was made out of smoke Jessie appeared next to Y/n.

“The track huh? Well Y/n I think it'd be good for you. Why not take the rest of the night for yourself huh?” Kirby and his gang lit up, now overly excited for such a mundane occurrence. Y/n wanted to retort, wanted to decline, but Jessie leaned in just enough so only Y/n could hear. “Just get them out of here. I don't care if you go, just get them gone and I'll give you a raise.” Jessie clapped her hands loud with a boisterous smile before leaving. This threw all plans Y/n had out the window. Normally when Y/n would get off work Mirage would be waiting for her, but it was hours early and he wasn’t done with patrol yet. Kirby knew before his group walked in that Y/n didn’t have her car today, she had very little to use to get out of the hang out.

Begrudgingly she agreed, first stopping to change out of her work uniform and into the clothes she’d already had in her bag; the outfit she was planning on wearing for Mirage. But she did not want to be at the track in a skirt with Kirby and his friends. In no time after the cluster of friends left, they were at the track tunnels outside of town; some were racing, but Y/n was adamant that she was not getting on the track. Truth be told she didn’t trust but two human’s behind the wheel and neither were there with her. Y/n and Kirby were leaning against his mustang that was parked in the gravel just off the track. Other cars were parked alongside them, some with people standing around and others rocking with intimate activities.

Y/n was standing a little always from Kirby, watching cars go by, mind wandering elsewhere. But Kirby was slowly moving closer, Y/n didn’t notice at first, used to his flirting; but something was off.

A little before midnight Mirage was back in town to do one last drive through before picking up Y/n. However when he got to Jessie’s he picked up no scans of Y/n. Thinking his sensors were bugged out he scanned again, but after three attempts and still no sign of Y/n he knew she wasn’t anywhere in the area and especially not the dinner. The mech pulled towards the building and parked as close as he could before giving it one last ditch try.

Back at the track, Y/n was deep in thought, totally unaware that Kirby was now right next to her, their arms would have been touching but Kirby slung his arm around Y/n's shoulder, pulling her flush against his chest. Both unaware of the Porsche that had quietly pulled in behind Kirby's Mustang.

Kirby was too close, his words fanned over Y/n's face. “So Y/n, I know I'm not the most subtle guy around, but Would you wanna go out sometime? You could always kick my ass in another race.” He was smiling like he'd just won a prize, his arm was loose over Y/n but his hold was firm.

“Oh.” Y/n knew what was coming, but the question and situation had her nerves on edge, “Kirby.” She started trying to take a step away. “As sweet as that is, I'm just-” She cut herself off, unsure of how to say it, how to explain that no human interested her; but she was struck with the unexplainable feeling of being watched by unseen eyes. “I'm not interested in anyone–man, right now. Okay?” Y/n hoped that she was direct enough, but the words felt wrong, like she was being too vague.

Kirby pulled his arm back, still smiling, both hands snakking into his pockets. But he was being too quiet. “It's all cool. Better to try and fail blah blah.” Y/n let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in, returning the smile, happy to be over this situation. However when Y/n looked at Kirby, he was closing the small distance, trying for a kiss. Y/n's eyes shot open wide, automatically she took a large step back, hands out to stop the unwanted advance. Kirby did stop, but not because Y/n was backing away, but because the Porsche's alarm started blaring the loudest it ever had. Both Y/n and Kirby stopped in place.

“Is that your car?” He asked, surprised and clearly annoyed. “Did Sam drop it off?” Kirby was having to yell over the alarm.

“I guess.” Y/n ran to the drivers side, irked that the 'door' wouldn't open. “Look I gotta go, get this figured out!” Y/n was screaming so much her throat hurt, all while struggling with the door. Yet the moment she said that the door violently flew open.

Y/n jumped into the car, having to pretend to mess with the ignition, “Mirage! What are you doing?” The mech didn't answer, instead slamming his door shut, stopping the alarm and revving his 'engine' as hard as he could before spinning out and speeding off and away.

Mirage was pissed. Though he knew he had no reason to be, had no real right to feel so jealous. But seeing that spindly human hug, flirt and try to kiss Y/n, even after she'd clearly rejected him, had his spark flaring red. Mirage was driving so fast that Y/n was pressed into the seat, forces silent by the speed. While Mirage was stuck replaying the less-than-five minutes incident in his helm. What snapped him out of his thoughts were two things; one being the Bunker closing in and Y/n.

“Mirage, what the fuck is going on with you!” She was near screaming again, feeling as if he wasn't listening to her.

The Bunker's door was open, the only ones inside were Sam and Chromia. Mirage slowed just enough to not skid out when he sped into the 'hanger', driving past the two and down the hall to his berth. Both Sam and Chromia shared the same expression of confusion and mild surprise.

Mirage didn't transform until they were out of sight, holding Y/n in one arm pressed against his chassis while he stormed into his berth. Y/n tired to question things again. “What's goin-”

“He tried to kiss you!” Mirage interrupted, for the first time in front of Y/n yelled. His voice filled with so much emotion. Y/n was stunned, never in all the moments that they've shared, had she send him so angry or upset. Y/n assumed it was pent-up anger from everytime Mirage witnessed her being hit on or gawked at. Despite being in his own room, Mirage was still holding Y/n.

“Mirage, I know. I was there. And I didn't want it.” Y/n spoke with a bite and harsher tone then intended. “But why are you freaking out?”

Mirage scoffed, causing Y/n to pull away, as much as she could in his hold. “Why aren't you? Why are you okay with them treating you like that?” Mirage was veering into unknown territory; yes the mech hates seeing random men flirt or try to touch her, that first night in Jessie's lot, he about transformed to bat those two men away. But this was something else. Y/n had captured his whole spark, he was her's, spark, body and soul.

However, Y/n wasn't in the mood to have this argument and bit back, “What's it to you huh? Why should you care?” Her words betrayed her feelings. Truthfully she wanted Mirage to care, to hold her in a loving and compassionate way. Instead there they were, in his berth, needlessly arguing.

Mirage let loose. “Why would I care?” The mech questioned first, his voice harsh. “Of course I care Y/n! I care about you! I care that you're safe a-and happy. Why wouldn't I care about the person I love!” Mirage let the words and feelings out before he could stop himself, but he screwed his mouth shut the instant the words left him, his optics looking anywhere but at the woman in his hold. But his hold on her didn't wane, in fact he held her a bit closer, despite anticipating rejection. All but knowing he was the one being in the universe she wouldn't.

“Mirage.” Y/n spoke so softly she wondered if he could even hear, but slowly he turned his gaze back to her. Y/n summoned all the confidence she had in her, and then some; with the one arm she had around Mirage's neck, pulled herself up, finally connecting her lips to his.

The kiss was soft and full of all the passion, even with the size difference Y/n's lips fit perfectly against Mirage's own. But the kiss was short, as fast as Y/n had done it, she was already pulling away; leaving Mirage wanting more.

The two stared at each other for a long moment, both fully processing what just happened. Neither got far. Mirage pressed their lips together again, his metallic lips slotting against Y/n's. When he pulled away he had the biggest, brightest smile; even the blue light of his spark shined brighter.

“I knew you had a thing for me.” The mech said while wearing a coy smirk. But Y/n knows how to play his game.

“Oh, so you don't want to kiss me again? You can just put me down then.” She spoke with a playful tone while lightly patting his chassis. Though Mirage took it half-seriously, holding her a little closer.

“No. T-That's not what I meant.” His words were rushed, “I'd very very much like to kiss you again.” Mirage, seeing Y/n's kiss swollen lips, had his confidence and cockieness back up; leaning his helm closer so his lips were to her ear, “I'd like to do a lot more than just that, Y/n.” The mech emphasized her name by grazing his lips over her ear and down her jaw. Y/n's whole body was hot, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief second before Mirage pulled away once again; now being the one to leave Y/n wanting more.

However, in that same instant, an intense wave of nervousness stuck her. Calming up, she pulled her arms against her chest. Almost instantly Mirage relaxed his hold, moving to his berth. The mech set Y/n down gingerly, sitting next to her in the same motion.

“I'm sorry Y/n. I-I didn't I…” Mirage's mind jumped to all the unwanted advances Y/n had gone through in the short time he'd known her, comparing himself to those men. Y/n silenced him before he could spiral further by wrapping her arms back around his neck and pulling him into a hug.

“Mirage it's not like that. I love you too.” Y/n spoke her feelings to his chassis, holding onto him tightly. The mech returned the embrace, gently wrapping an arm around her frame.

Y/n pulled back a bit, but didn't let go, “I'm just-” Her face began to heat up, embarrassment flooding her, but Mirage was listening earnestly. “I just..lack…experience…” Y/n was internally smacking herself, her words failing her at the worst of times. “Sexually.” She said finally, a bit too loud. “A-and it's not that I don't wanna, in fact I'd very much like to-” Y/n cut herself off abruptly, looking at Mirage, he held the same expression as the night of the movie. Y/n's stomach flipped before pooling into a deep heat in her core, her mouth suddenly gone dry; a sharp quiet inhale was all she could muster.

Mirage brought his servo up, ghosting over her head before two digits swiped Y/n's hat from her head, she let out a gasp that had Mirage bursting with laughter. Y/n pushed at him, “Not funny, Mirage.” But he refused to let her go.

“I's just teasin ya.” The mech spoke through his laughter, quickly stifling it all together. “Seriously,” Suddenly Mirage was very stern, holding Y/n's attention. “You don't have to do anything you don't want to, and I never want you to feel obligated to do anything.” He paused to pull Y/n a bit closer, lowering his helm to her forehead. “I'm happy if you're happy, everything else is a bonus.” Y/n's lips bloomed a smile so warm and soft, barely moving to quickly peck his face plate.

“Thank you, Mirage.”

— —

Y/n stared a second longer into his cerulean optics before planting another kiss on his lips. This one much longer, full of passion, desire and yearning. The only reason Y/n pulled away was to gasp for air. Mirage laughed at that too, it subsided at the sight of her flush face, sultry expression and swollen lips.

She leaned back in, pressing her face to his, “I do want to do more with you.” Y/n spoke clearly, confirming her consent and intent. “I'm just not sure how this'll work physically.” She said while gesturing between them.

Mirage simply smiled, a servo soothingly rubbing her back. “It'll work.” He said with his signature cocky grin. “Trust me. I've given it a lot of thought.” It took so much for him not to laugh at his own joke. It turned out to be easy, Y/n gasped in response, whether real or playful Mirage took the opportunity and captured her mouth with his. Still he asked for permission, by darting his glossa over her lower lip. Y/n gladly let him explore her mouth.

The mech was entranced by the feeling of her petal soft lips and the heavenly sweet taste of her. Y/n found the metallic taste and smooth texture of him intoxicating. Mirage moved a servo down her back till he was cupping her ass, gently squeezing and groping, a moan was caught in her throat. His other servo came up to her waist, dressing up and down, a stray digit drifting over her chest. Only separating so Y/n could breath, Mirage placed both servos on her hips, gently guiding her to lie down. But Y/n stopped, sat at the edge of his berth and kicked off her shoes. She went to pull her shirt off but was halted by Mirage's servo seizing her arm.

The mech's lips were to her ear again, “Let me do that.” His voice was low and heavy. Experimentally he nipped at her ear, kissing and licking his way down her neck, stopping at the crook to bite just hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to hurt. The action and sensation had another whiny, wanting moan slipping from Y/n. Mirage again guided her to the center of his berth, laying her down all the while showering her in kisses.

Mirage stopped to appreciate Y/n below him. Her hair falling around her head and face, skin soft, warm and flushed. He started with her shirt, gliding his servos over the soft mounds of her chest, teasingly squeezing before slipping down further. His digits sliding under the black fabric, pausing to trace along her pant line, feeling her soft skin; drinking in every little sensation and motion she made. Y/n wasn't wearing an undershirt of any kind, her chest bare for the mech hovering above her. Mirage's optics were a blaze with desire, his glossa darting out to swipe over his lips. He asked for permission one last time, his gaze locked on Y/n face. She nodded impatiently.

Without hesitation the mech cupped her breast in his servo, the cool metal perking the small bud of nerves. The mech tentatively licked his glossa over her nipple, soft whimpers and moans escaped Y/n as Mirage explored her chest and her sensitivities. When he finally made his way down to her pants it took everything in him not to tear them to threads off with his denta.

At an agonizingly slow pace, the mech peeled Y/n's pants down her legs, not wasting time, pulling her underwear off in the same motion. Y/n's first instinct was to snap her legs shut, but she was comfortable, warm and filled with a sense of security, so she stayed put, watching the stunning mech through half lidded eyes.

Mirage spread her legs, fully settling between them. He took a moment to kiss and stare at her center, causing a shudder to rock through her. Slowly Mirage kisses up her thigh, nipping the soft flesh, licking the small mark he'd made. With his optics welded to her wet core, he slid his glossa over her folds, her legs already beginning to shake. Lapping at her increasing wetness, optics drifted shut as he fell into the pure taste and pleasure of Y/n.

Mirage was fully between Y/n's legs, flat on his chassis with his legs out behind him. The mech had found a rhythm of his liking. His glossa pressed between her wet folds and licked up to the oversensitive bud of nerves, swirling the metal appenday around until she was near crying; each time he'd flick his glossa over her clit she had to suppress the volume of her moans, bucking her hips into the mech's mouth. But each time she'd buck or push against him, trying to chase her release, Mirage would pull back just enough to leave her whimpering; her eyes became pricked with tears of ecstasy. Deciding she was ready for more, Mirage spread her legs a little further apart until they were over his shoulders, her feet propped up on his wheels; with his servos gripping her ass and thighs, he used his thumbs to gently spread open Y/n's weeping hole, all the while he hadn't stopped. The mech's optics drifted from her pleasure contorted expression to her center, embarrassment floods Y/n again, her body shaking and pussy dripping with want.

Y/n was thrown further into the waves of ecstasy by Mirage's glossa sliding past her entrance and all the way into her tight hole. Y/n let out a long and loud moan, the sudden sensation had her quaking, turning her into a whimpering, moaning mess. Y/n lost all composer, forgoing holding her sounds back as Mirage relentlessly fucked her with his glossa; his face plate shinny with her slick. Y/n's whole body was sticky with sweat, her mind blank, eyes barely able to stay open, always falling back to Mirage's optics, who was watching her every move, expression and sound. Faster then she was expecting, her climax was fast approaching. Her entire body began to shake, her hands near frantically searching for something to grip onto, settling on two of Mirage's digits that were curled around either hip. Mirage soothingly ceressed and messaged her soft hips and thighs, coaching her through her orgasm. When the knot in her core finally snapped, the moan that erupted from Y/n had Mirage turning merciless; holding her hips and thighs firmly in place, forcing her still while his glossa darted in and out of her. Sliding from his intake all the way to the bottom of her core. Mirage didn't remove himself until he was satisfied she'd cum completely and fully. Y/n gasped at the sudden empty feeling, whining at the loss.

The mech licked her clean, joyously overstimulating her. Y/n was a puddle underneath Mirage, his large frame caging her in completely. Mirage gazed down at Y/n, totally and unabashedly adoring every part of her. Her mind was blank, fucked silent. Mirage's optics dragged up and down Y/n's body, watching the fast rise 'n fall of her chest, stopping again at her center. Mirage was sitting on his knees, tall above Y/n, he was thinking on all the things he wants to do, but stuck on what to do next. Staring at her weeping core, the mech's gaze shifted briefly to his servo before zeroing back in on her. Y/n was recovering, her body slowly returning to it's medien; her attention drawn to the mech between her legs, who was wearing a devilish look on his helm.

Mirage let his mischievous curiosity get the better of him; with one servo he again held Y/n's hip firmly in place, with his free servo he coated his middle digit in her slick. Circling her clit with his pad, gliding down till he was lined up and slowly pushing in. Y/n's eyes flew open, a deep groan roaring from her chest as Mirage pushed his digit all the way in, bottoming out till his palm was flat against her. Y/n was drunk on pleasure, rutting her hips into the mech's servo. Mirage watched her face, her eyes rolling back and closed, her mouth lulling open as moan after moan fell from her.

The mech lowed his helm to her, scraping his lips over her face, hot breath and smooth metel cool on her skin. “Ah-uh, that's my job Lil'Blu.” His voice was full of list, low just for Y/n as he pumped his digit into her. The new nickname combined with the thick digit buried inside her had her fluttering tightly around the smooth but ribbed digit. She cluthed onto his arm, her head thrown back, his name falling from her lips in a slurred half mumbled manor. Mirage wore a sultry smile that shorn down at her, kissing his way up and down her body, whispering sweet dirty things to her; “You're so good for me. Love the way you sound for me.” What pushed her over the edge was Mirage, “I'm gonna fuck you like this every night, Lil'Blu.” Before he bit her neck again. The moan that started deep erupted like a scream from Y/n, clamping down around his digit, but he didn't stop, his digit and servo covered in her slick juices. While he fingered her through another climax, the mech let his spike out, positioning himself so his spike was above his servo but sweetly rubbing against her oversensitive clit, with a few thrust of his hips his spike was also coated in her wetness, in one motion he removed his digit and lined up his spike.

When his optics came to her face he thought his spark would stop. Y/n was looking at him in a way no being ever had, her eyes were somehow as bright as his, her lips parted, but a welcoming smile was still presnt. Y/n threw her arms up hoping to wrap them around his neck, but she only reached his chassis, with a soft gaze he silently chuckled; but he lowed himself so she could be holding onto him, their lips connecting into a light passion filled kiss. Mirage was a cage for Y/n, his whole body near covering her, using the new closeness he slowly pushed his spike into her; Y/n braking the kids to gasp, wrapping her legs around his hips locking him in place, her face buried in his neck.

It was slow and deeply intamate, from how he was holding onto Y/n, to how carefully he entered her. With enough patients he was able to get their his flush together. Y/n was about lost in pleasure, holding onto Mirage like a lifeline to reality, but she reveled in the feeling of the mech, his body, so intracate and strong, she felt safe. Mirage had been holding back for so long, watching, teasing and wondering, finally connected to Y/n in the most intamate way, it wasn't long before he was pounding into her. “Feel so good Y/n~.” Mirage was whispering and whimpering to her, his words barely formed as he couldn't contain his own pleasure. “Wanted you for s' long.”

Mirage's thrust were becoming irratic, losing rhythm as his own overload began. His release was long, pushing Y/n over the edge of her final climax. Still holding her close, Mirage vented a gust of hot air, effectively warming Y/n's legs, before he collapsed beside her. The two lay together for sometime recovering. Y/n blinking away the few pleasure made tears, while Mirage hid his spike back behind his modesty plate. Recovering faster then Y/n, the mech sprung up from the berth and left his private room, leaving a still punch-drunk Y/n confused. Not five minutes and he returned, he had with him a towel, two pillows and a blanket for Y/n. He was very serious when he said he'd be there for her.

While they cuddled, Y/n laying on top of Mirage, a pillow tucked under her head and stomach. Like this she could fall asleep while staring at Mirage. The mech had switched off the light and pulled the blanket over Y/n, but before she started to sleep, a thought hit her.

“Mirage?”

“Hmm.”

“How did you find me? By the way.” Mirage chuckled softly.

“I asked Jessie.” His tone was tired but still teasingly matter-of-factly.

Y/n popped up on her elbows, “Seriously?” Her expression and tone skeptical.

“Seriously. I just used my holoform. Ya know a hologram-humany-me. Told 'er I was your friend, 'nd she told me where you went.” He never dropped the tone despite his speech being slurred by exhaustion.

“No way.” Y/n gawked at the mech. “I didn't know you could do that.” Y/n smiled to herself, imagining what a "human" Mirage would look like. “You'll have to show me sometime.” She spoke while curling up on his chassis, close to drifting into sleep.

“I will. Promise.” He adjusted slightly so he had a servo resting on her lower back.

“I love you Mirage.” Her voice was small and tired, but the smile seen only lit from the light of his spark had Mirage leaning down for one final peck.

“I love you too, Y/n. Get some sleep.” The two fell fast asleep, together in each other's arms.

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Imagine, if you will: Underground human kink rings in hidden night clubs on Cybertron for humans.

Yes, fucking organics is considered kinky, but just imagine. Humans as property to mechs, being bought, sold, trained, and traded.

Now, with that being said, imagine being a human in one of these hidden nightclubs. Being absolutely terrified at all the mechs that stare at you with lust in their optics and trying to get away, to find a way back to Earth, only to be grabbed by the mech that's just bought you. You struggle to escape as you're held within their grasp and taken somewhere more private.

They cannot wait to break you, to turn you into their human pet/plaything begging for their spike.

You're used like there's no tomorrow, breaking only after the first round (or several if you're lucky.) They play with you and toss you around until you're an absolute mess, putty in their servos.

Bonus points: They don't hesitate to share you with some of their friends, showing off how much of a good human pet you've become.

(Special thanks to the server I'm in for the ideas👍)

[Asks are open! Feel free to talk to Mod A-Z , Az, or Router]

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mskenway97 · 3 months

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I had this in mind for some time and some ideas made me think about this story. It takes place during the course of the 'Alpha/Omega' episode of transformers prime after Optimus lost the Star Saber.

Tfp Optimus Prime x Fem!human!reader

I will stay

Words: 1,576

Summary: You haven't heard from your guardian for days, when you got the news from Jack that a new weapon had been discovered. You decided to stop by to see why he wasn't talking to you like before to discover a side of him you didn't know.

Warning: angst, sorrow, g/t content, g/t confort fluff

You knew something wasn't right, ever since he came back with his memory restored. Something was keeping you upset, you felt that he had put up a wall that you couldn't get through. That didn't happen before. You met him by chance bad timing, a detour home several Vehicons and a big robot of almost 30 ft. Since then he had taken care of you, as Ratchet refused to be the guardian, plus you were older than the children on the base to your surprise. You befriended them, but you were always intrigued by Prime, and little by little you were able to talk about various things. Seeing what caught his attention… Apart from the popular culture books of Earth and what I was dedicated to. Partly little by little you began to fall in love with this metallic giant, his kindness, his concern, his dedication to the Earth. To feel safe among his servos, or to sit on his shoulder while he worked, little details that mattered a lot to you. But at the same time they made you feel helpless, helping Miko and Raf was easy. Engaging Ratchet in conversation was a challenge. Understanding Bumblebee was a challenge. But you tried because you wanted to get to know them better. Everything started to change since Unicron showed up, the day Optimus left… Those were the worst days for you, you didn't know how much you needed him… the sound of his voice, the touch of his finger when he stroked your hair…

He came back to you but interactions started to be more limited, he would pick you up from work: Arcee or Bulkhead. Only Ratchet stayed at the base…. That made you feel partly miserable, you knew he had great work, great responsibility but at the same time you wanted to help him. That he just didn't show that stoic side to all the people. But you were only a small human, between a war of enormous titans. You could only stand by and watch, you wished you could do more, could help more. But you were just an ant in comparison…. You wished at least to see him smile, at least just once… If only you could comfort him, do something. You would do anything. This was eating you up more and more. Until the deadline came when Jack started telling you about a new weapon the autobots had found: Star Saber, it seemed they had an advantage to win, at least something that looked like they would win the war once and for all. That day you left work late at night, but you knew Optimus would be at the base, so you called Ratchet for a groundbridge. You watched with all the joy in the world. Until you saw Ratchet's long faces, the others were patrolling. You didn't understand what was going on until you saw a weapon completely destroyed.

-Ratchet, what happened? - you asked as you climbed the stairs. Ratchet sighed as he looked at the command center - Star Saber was destroyed, Megatron found a way to create his own Star Saber with Dark Energon.

-How is this possible? Solus Prime's forge can only be used by one.

-Megatron found a way… Optimus fought against him, with some injury but he will be

-Damage?! - you said as Ratchet tried to calm you down.

-He's fine. You should go home… Something in you jumped, you were sick of having to leave, of having to be pulled back - No, not this time. I'm going to talk to him. Don't even think of stopping me - you said seriously as you walked down the hallway without listening to Ratchet's words to reason with you. You moved quickly down the long hallway to get to Optimus' room, you didn't think, you acted on pure instinct and emotion. You wanted to know how he was doing, he didn't care if he tried to kick you out, he wasn't going to back down too. you weren't going to leave him behind, you weren't going to give up anymore. You tried knocking on the huge door to see that it wasn't locked, which surprised you since Optimus was always careful with his room and his secrets. He hadn't let you in either due to various reasons that the autobot leader always made an excuse for. Then you walked in to see around a room that had a huge desk, next to a bed, what appeared to be a pile of datapads on the desk table. You stood admiring the place, as you looked like a little doll or toy as you walked around. The door behind you closed, you jumped in fright. Then you saw Optimus, he seemed to be leaning on his bed. At least you had a fix on him, the problem was how to get to him.

It was not easy for you to get to the bed but with a lot of patience you climbed up one of the bed spreads, you approached carefully so that he would not crush you when he moved, you were in front of his face about to wake him up but you noticed on his face in his optics rather, there was something blue liquid. Biologically, humans and cybetronians were not so different… He was crying… You approached him carefully as you touched his faceplate, it felt cold but at the same time you heard a small engine noise, you saw that he opened the optics slowly to see your face so close to him. You thought he was going to refuse or push you away, you were about to respond but contrary to what you thought, his servo grabbed you to pull you to his chest and place you close to his spark. He was stroking your back with his other servo, feeling a great warmth but you shook your head at what you initially came for. This bot had great skill in reading your mind, he already knew why you were here.

-You were worried about me… I am sorry for my absence these days, little one. Matters have led me into situations to keep you and the rest safe. You clenched your fist, a little clenched your jaw, I was doing it again….

-Don't do it… Optimus was confused to hear you - Pardon?

-Don't you dare hide how you feel in front of me, I know you're trying to protect me…. But what matters to me is how you feel, don't you dare say it's not important, war is important. You are distancing yourself from everyone…

-Little girl, I…

-Don't you dare do this alone… When Unicron arrived you disappeared. I thought you really left - you said trying to keep your tone of voice without tears - You walked away, I don't care if it's for my protection, I don't care how many times you try to push me away, I will stay… I will not leave here - you said determinedly as you looked at the optics. There was a deafening silence between the two of you, you looked at each other with determination that your words, then you felt his arms around you squeezing you a little you felt him leaning you to his chassis. You looked at his optics to see the tears coming back to him.

The burdens of a leader are something I must keep, I stayed away for your protection. I may win some battles others I may lose them with quite a few consequences: the Star Saber, Raf's life was close too…. If it hadn't been Raf… - he said as he lifted me up to look at you better - and if it had been you, I wouldn't have forgiven myself…. The words the giant had said had hit hard in your heart, as he wrapped his servos around you as if to protect you from the world -… I can't lose you like that - he said in a low voice. That made a little more of a dent in you, but you moved closer to his face, leaned gently to his cheek as you saw that his optics were focused on you.

-I know, that's how I've been feeling these days too…. I don't want to lose you like this either.

You gave her a soft kiss on her cheek, which had the effect of sounding her engines a little as she squeezed you a little closer in her servos, you felt her nuzzle to you. You had missed these interactions so much, you had missed her too much.

-Next time, try talking to me. I know I can't share your burden, but I'll listen to you as long as it takes - you said as she put you back closer to her chassis but closer to her spark.

-I will try for you. And I will never leave you alone again - he said as you felt a big pulse of sparkle warm you up a little. That was all you needed to hear, you stayed like that for a while longer as words were not needed at that moment. Maybe when things calmed down you would tell him how you really felt about him. Just feeling his company, though, was all you needed. Maybe one day you would manage to get a smile out of him. But little by little, you felt him close your eyes to fall asleep near his chassis. Feeling at peace at last… Next to him.

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emelinstriker · 5 months

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Predaking ♡ Fetch

First TFP X Reader one-shot of the few I've saved up since like 2021. Will be posting the others later, but I gotta go to the dentist in a bit. So have your big mecha dragon boi. c:

[TL;DR] Predaking acts like a wholesome, oversized puppy towards you. And only you.

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

"Alright, go fetch!" You yelled up at him before throwing a softball across the flight deck. You specifically chose this type of ball due to how easily the predacon could see its bright red color, and because it's big enough for the two of you, as well as soft and squishy. It was also cheap, so you could just buy a new one if Predaking ended up destroying it on accident. But he was still using the first ball you gave him, so that in of itself was impressive.

The giant mech dragon wagged his tail a bit with some small side to side jumps, before happily zooming after the ball. Due to your size and lack of strength, the ball didn't land too far, but it began to bounce and roll away really quickly due to the wind. Yet another reason that ball was a good choice.

He gently picked up the ball before practically bouncing back over to you. You beckoned for him to lower his helm. He did as you commanded and you proceeded to take the ball and pet his helm before leaning your upper body against him in an attempted hug. "Good boy! Great job, Predaking! Who's a good boy! Yes you are!" You cooed, gently stroking one of his mandibles while nuzzling his helm with your forehead.

He purred loudly at your praise. His mood would instantly change whenever you were with him. Your mere presence alone made his spark throb with love and joy. Honestly, he didn't mind being treated like a lesser being, even a pet. But only if it was you. He would not allow this sort of belittlement from anyone else. Not from Shockwave, not even from Megatron. And especially not from a piece of scrap like Starscream.

Speaking of the devil, Predaking spotted him behind you near the entrance. He released a dangerously low growl to warn the seeker to stay away. Especially from you, knowing Starscream's distaste towards humans. You thought the growl was aimed towards you, so you backed away from him with an apologetic look, believing you weren't supposed to hug him like that. "Oh- Sorry..."

However, Predaking felt your warmth leave him, and he didn't like it. His aggressively stiff posture turned calm again. He then nudged his helm back towards you with a purr, rubbing his rather flat snout against your tummy, begging you to hang onto him once more.

Your smile returned as you plopped your weight against him once more. Just to make the moment funnier, you even said a little "Boop!" as you landed on him. His tail wagged a little, happy to make you smile. Yet he still kept an optic on the seeker, just in case he tried anything.

Meanwhile, the seeker was not amused as he was on the flight deck for a reason.

"Human! Megatron and Shockwave are awaiting the predacon! Megatron commands you to go back to your habsuite until further notice!" Starscream's voice startled you as you didn't notice him before. So you got off Predaking's maw and looked at the other mech. But one hand was still on the giant predacon as a form of comfort for both of you.

You slightly looked downwards in disappointment. "Oh... Okay then..." You turned back towards the mech dragon giving him a sad smile before leaning down to put a light kiss on his snoot, rubbing the side of it.

"We'll play more later, okay? Be a good boy when you leave. Love you, King!" You said before starting to walk towards the entrance, turning one last time to give him a little wave.

You didn't notice it this time, but the mech dragon's tail swooshed from side to side faster than before. If you had listened closely, you could've also heard his cooling fans turn on when you gave him a kiss. His optics also turned from giving the seeker half the attention to putting his whole attention onto you as your tiny frame walked away.

His gaze on you was soft. There could have possibly been hearts floating around his helm if this were a cartoon. He could've even had hearts in his optics, that's how far gone he was. That's when he heard the seeker approach him with his usual unnerving voice. The predacon's mood instantly changed. His loving gaze towards your direction halted as he turned to face Starscream with a look of pure hatred.

"Well, well, well... You appear to be having fun, being treated like a servant animal by a tiny rat. Doing everything they want. Why can't you simply follow my orders then!?" He yelled out in anger. If he hadn't known about the predacon's transformation, he would've hit the dragon.

Predaking let out a loud screech before standing up and spreading his wings- Towering over the shorter mech. Having his pride take a hit was one thing, having to listen to the SIC call you 'rat' was another. You were so much more than a rat. You were a divine soul. And your tiny frame only made his primal instincts want to protect and love you even more.

"Whatever your relationship with the fleshy may be, it doesn't matter. Now, move to Shockwave's lab." Starscream scoffed. If looks could kill, the seeker may have already died back in the pits of Kaon. It felt like Predaking's hatred for him could time travel.

Suddenly, the mech dragon transformed into his bi-pedal cybertronian form.

"I'll be there for the meeting. However..." The taller mech stomped over to the now intimidated seeker. His shadow was now looming over the SIC. "If you call them a 'rat' one more time, I'll make sure to rip your spark out the 'primal beast way'."

Starscream trembled beneath the predacon's fierce gaze, then the king made his way past the seeker and towards the lab.

The meeting itself was quite uneventful. It was simply seen as a progress report. Predaking was just there for show, in a way. It was mostly Shockwave who talked to Megatron.

After the meeting, the predacon was dismissed. And the first thing he did was visit your bedroom.

Due to your relationship with Predaking, and you being basically the only one able to tame the beast with questionable ease, Megatron assigned Shockwave to be your guardian and for you to stay in a smaller room connected to the lab. However, with how much disinterest the scientist had in you, he basically abandoned you just for you to be taken care of by Predaking. So technically speaking, Predaking was your guardian and you were his charge. The only thing Shockwave did to take care of you was to get Knockout to get you stuff you needed. Because it seemed illogical for him to go get necessities for you himself.

The predacon slowly approached your little home, transforming into the beast on the way. You knew about his bi-pedal form, but you didn't treat him with as much affection as you did when he approached you as a mech dragon. He enjoyed your company regardless, but it was more enjoyable for him personally to see you laugh and smile a lot more when you were simply allowed to pet his helm.

You had fallen asleep in your bed, assuming the meeting would take a while. So when Predaking gazed upon your sleeping body, he couldn't help but purr. And of course, his purring didn't go unnoticed by you as you slowly woke up from your nap. And the first thing you saw right in front of your face was a pair of yellow glowing optics staring right at you in admiration. You weren't startled or anything as this wasn't the first time the predacon (unintentionally) woke you up like this. You yawned as you sat up to look at him with a little smile.

"Hey, King... How did the meeting go?" You asked, still tired. The predacon closed his optics and tilted his head towards the side, ex-venting some warm air like a heater. This movement roughly translated to either "Boring" or "Meh", and it never failed to make you laugh. It simply looked ridiculous to see a giant beast do such a motion.

The predacon then suddenly got an idea. He gently picked you up by the back of your shirt like a kitten and walked off. You two bypassed Shockwave as he just stared at you helplessly dangling from the giant beast's maw.

You didn't say anything, waving at the purple mech. This wasn't the first time Shockwave's creation did this, so neither of you were concerned about being in danger around him. However, you were a little curious as to where he was taking you.

Turns out he was taking you back to his kennel. You still didn't understand why, however. Maybe he wanted to play more?

Your questions quickly were answered however, when he gently lowered you into the middle of his nest and started to circle around you before eventually dropping down, having you sitting against his body. One wing was spread out a bit to give you a roof and contain more of the warmth Predaking's frame produced.

He let out a whirring noise that seemed to resemble a yawn as he tried to comfortably cuddle up closer against you. He curled his body around you more and you couldn't help but coo at how adorable he was acting. Like an overgrown puppy wanting love and attention. And if you couldn't give it to him all the time, he would simply not let you leave. But to be honest, you didn't want to leave him at the moment anyway.

So you simply let yourself fall back asleep, this time in your king's embrace.

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tinydefector · 22 days

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Hi!! 😆

Can I have Soundwave x human reader (smut pls (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง)?

People didn't write him much, my husband need more love 😔🤌❤️✨

Thank for reading this!!

Stress relief

Soundwave x human reader

Warnings: Smut, Oral, Cockwarning

Word count: 1.5K

Request and ask open, read pinned post

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"Soundwave can you re-check that scanner for me, I can't reach it to recalibrate its systems from here" the human's voice calls out to the intelligence officer, as they move around Soundwave desk in a scattered fashion trying to find maps and energon signals.

Soundwave helm tilts slightly at the request as he turns to observe his human.he runs his own diagnostics, clearly indicating the scanner does not need recalibration. Soundwave almost uncanny mix of voices patch together speak: " assistance not required. Scanner functioning adequately." He remains standing quietly, typing away at the large computer with his servos while his tendrils rearrange scattered data pads.

Their eyes meet his visor, looking up at him slightly frazzled. "Are you sure they are?"

With a sigh, he re reviews the scanner readings again, analysing more closely given the human's evident fatigue. His displays flash as data is processed. "Confirmation: scanner calibration within normal parameters. However, you appear in need of recharge." The mixed voices of Knockout, Starscream and their own voice echoes back at them as He awaits a response, sensors attuned to subtle cues that could indicate the depth of exhaustion and other issues requiring assistance.

"I'm fine soundwave" they call out while moving back to continue working, soundwave wraps his digits around them, pulling them back against his form, his visor tilted down to look at their eyes, he knows full well they are exhausted and Fatigue was catching up to their smaller frame. "I promise soundwave, I'm fine"

Soundwave detects elevated stress levels and the possibility of accident or harm at the current state of exhaustion. Soft ventilations cycle through his frame as his digits gently but firmly enfold the human in a protective hold. "Statement: physiological indicators suggest otherwise." His visor dims softly. Forcing the issue would risk negative impact, not only on his work but their work too.

"I'm not gonna win this argument with you am I?"

Soundwave's visor remains dimmed calmly as the human speaks. He processes their words carefully before responding. "Negative." They sigh softly and press their head against Soundwave's shoulder plating, each of his steps echoing throughout the halls. "Are you going to stay with me tonight, or does megatron have you working even more?" Soundwave processes the question, sensing his partner's wish for company while recharging.

A brief comm link check confirms he has no urgent tasks requiring his attention for night's cycle. "Megatron: aware of mission status. No tasks assigned to Soundwave at this time. I will remain for your recharge cycle" he responds as the doors to his quarters slide open upon their arrival.

A soft nod comes from his little lover as they lay against him. Their body is exhausted, but their brain isn't willing to shut off. After laying against soundwave for another ten minutes with no luck with falling asleep, they sigh, fidgeting around while trying to get comfortable.

His vocalizer hums a deep, resonant tone, One digit begins tracing lazy circles on the back, slowly tracing their spinal column, "Systems are monitoring. Please attempt to rest," comes another of his recordings.

"Not tired," they whisper while looking up at Soundwave, leaning into his touch, enjoying having him focus on them instead of work. They had both been overrun with work as of recent.

helm tilting minutely as nonverbal concern radiates through his plating. " Do you require distraction from responsibilities through additional stimuli?"

They sit up resting on Soundwave's lower torso, hands spread out across the Decepticons chassis. "I am tired, horny and frustrated, soundwave, and with everything happening, when we get even a small amount of time together, you get called away," they mumble.

Soundwave cycles a calm ventilated sigh, processing their words. His field pulses with understanding and care for their concerns. "Your doubts are logical. However, my function is to maximise efficiency of all personnel. A brief interface encounter now could provide valuable recharge. I will ensure we are not disturbed." His field and plating radiate gentle invitation.

A soft gasp escapes their lips as soundwave pulls them further up his body. The Decepticon's digits caressing their body. Leaning in closer, they press their lips to his visor. A low hum resonates from Soundwave's vocoder. One digit trails tenderly down a flank as another cradles them, holding their form against plating of his chest as a loud purring sound vibrates from him.

A small squeal leaves their lips as Soundwave discards their clothing quickly with nimble digits. Dimming the lights, Soundwave carefully lowers his battle-mask with a soft hiss, His purple optics glow softly in the darkness, as a talon traces down his lovers form, tracing patterns into their skin.

Leaning close 'til his ex-vents whisper against skin, Pressing a gentle kiss to willing lips in silent promise, he commits this moment to memory. A soft content sigh falls from the human's lips as they kiss him back. It's slightly awkward but neither cares at that moment.

Soundwave runs soft kisses along their neck, chest, and hips as he brings them closer.

At the human's content sigh, gentle pulses from his plating as cooling ex-vents whisper against sensitised skin, his touches trailing softly yet deliberately to relax tense muscles and ease away lingering worries.

As Soundwave’s glossa finds its way between their legs, soft moans fall from their lips. Small hands move to grip his helm. "Soundwave." At the human's soft calling of his name, Soundwave rumbles acknowledgment against flesh, his servos gripping hips to hold them steady as he runs his glossa across their needy sex. drinking in their essence, committing every hitch of their breath, and fluttered responses to permanent memory files saved only for him.

As warmth spreads within the human's pliant frame, Soundwave's field surges in adoring pulses, lips, and glossa blessing willing flesh in turn as his devotion shows through electronic hums and tender strokes. Their head rolls back as their back arches, soft whines leaving them with each stroke of Soundwave’s Glossa as it presses into their sweet form. "Soundwave, please," they whine out, their hands attempting to pull the mech's face closer.

At their breathless plea, Soundwave rumbles acknowledgment, Talons gently part willing thighs as his glossa delves with new focus, oral prehensors savouring each hitching gasp and soft cry his ministrations draw forth. As warmth peaks within the willing human, Soundwave dedicates all sensors to saturating their body. It doesn't take long for them to reach release, so much pent up energy, stress and frustration slips away as they go boneless in the Decepticon's hands. Soft pants leaving their parted lips as soundwave cleans up the mess with his mouth. Gentle affectionate rumbles leave him, field swelling with pulses of devotion and gratitude as he cleans every trace of pleasures with care. His glossa traces tender after-touches as their body goes lax in his hold.

Optics remain darkened as he simply dedicates sensors to monitoring each slowing ventilation and relaxing muscle, wishing only to ensure their full tranquillity. Soundwave raises his helm to cradled hips,kissing it lightly and nuzzling farewell against flushed skin beneath laboured breaths, inhaling the musk of their sex and skin.

A final hum resounds through his plating, and powerful yet delicate digits stroke through human hair with utmost care. his array's interface plaque shifts aside, hisses open and pressurises his spike.Optics flare softly to gaze upon at his lover's relaxed features. Secured in cradling servos and pulsing field, the human's lax yet willing frame I'd slowly pressed against his body, content simply to maintain sensory contact,

soft whines fall From his human's lips, as they take him in their body stretching with a loud moan. A few soft thrusts are all it takes for Soundwave to settle into them, cradling their body close, At his lovers soft sounds of pleasure, Soundwave rumbles gentle reciprocation, cradling their sated form securely against his form with one arm as his other arm retrieves a datapad

Ever once in a while his optics flicker down to monitoring his partner's relaxation even as his digits skillfully operate the pad's controls. Data streams across the display - ship schematics, translation algorithms, delicate encryption sequences - yet his true focus remains solely on the human resting atop his array.

Here in isolated peace, all doubts dissolve. His frame supports theirs. Tired eyes slowly drift closer as soft breath even out, indicating they had fallen asleep, small hands are spread out across his chassis, their body moving slightly with each breath they take. This was true contentment. At the human's soft, steady ex-vents and relaxing muscles, Soundwave's field cycles in waves of tranquil pulsations, a digit gently strokes their hair, back and shoulders as his embrace holds them securely.

“rest well little one” his voice mumbles softly for no one to hear but himself.

#transformers #transformers x human #transformers x reader #transformers prime #soundwave tfp #soundwave transformers #soundwave #soundwave x reader #Soundwave x human #valveplug

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bugboioli23 · 3 months

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Swerve x Human!Reader

Disclaimer: I haven't written fic for a few years so my skills are gonna be a bit shit to be honest, any criticism is welcome and id love to hear what you guys think 💚

THIS IS 18+ - size difference, valveplug, oral sex, fingerfucking, doggy style, riding - 2911 words - AFAB reader but no pronouns are used

You and Swerve had been friends since you stepped foot on the Lost Light. Something about his chatterbox personality and sitcom-like humor had you beaming whenever you were around him. The best nights were spent perched on the edge of the bar counter, rambling for hours on end with Swerve. Tonight was one of those nights. It was after the doors had closed, the bar empty and silent aside from the laughter ricocheting from the both of you.

“Really?!” You yelped, eyes wide in surprise as you stared at the grinning minibot.

“I'm telling you! You wouldn't believe the amount of mechs who come by here asking for you!” Swerve replied with a chuckle, shaking his helm in shared disbelief. “Not only that but they actually think they could frag you! I'm probably one of the few bots on here who could frag you full sized.” Swerve paused, face freezing for a second as he quickly backtracked on his statement. “I mean- not that we would- NOT THAT I WOULDN'T WANT TO- I'm sure you’d make a lovely frag- NOT LIKE THAT- I JUST MEANT- im sorry- ” Swerve seemed to shrink in on himself as he continued to mumble to himself anxiously.

Your face burned red at the idea. The thought of a bot being stuffed between your folds, trembling at the foreign sensation of the wet flesh of your cunt. You wondered about the anatomy that laid hidden under the panels of your metallic friends. How similar are you compared to them? Just how compatible are your species? You already had gotten an enlightening talk from Brainstorm about Cybertronian anatomy after you explained human anatomy to him. (For his holoforms of course. No other reason.) You knew what you could take, but the fresh reality that this could happen left blood rushing south.

“Uhm… ____? You good? I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable or anything. I should’ve kept my mouth shut, I’m sorry.” Swerve looked at you apologetically. His light pout and the puppy eyes you could barely see behind his visor brought forth images that made warmth surge through your body once more. How would Swerve act if you asked him to fuck you? He seemed like the type of Cybertronian who wouldn’t mind a little experimenting with humans. He seemed like the type to whimper; the type to beg.

Heat flushed through your face as reality caught back up to you. You flashed him a bright smile and waved your hand dismissively.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m alright. Just thinking.” You glanced at Swerve, who looked unconvinced. “Hey, weren’t you and Blurr going to open a bar before you came here?” You asked out of nowhere, hoping to turn his attention onto something else. It seemed to work because he was already telling you about how Blurr was secretly his best friend. While the bartender was distracted, you let your thoughts turn back to the ideas at hand. You found Swerve to be adorable, the way he seemed to always work with a smile despite people talking poorly about him. His fascination with your species’ tv and music and how he would light up when you offered another film for movie nights. After tonight’s conversation, you decided it’s now or never to shoot your shot with him.

“Swerve?” You looked him up and down with a smile, interjecting his speech on Blurr’s latest record break. “Do you think fragging a human would be possible?” You spoke sweetly, letting your voice fall an octave to emphasize your intentions.

“Uhm, wouldn't Ratchet be better at answering that than I would?” Swerve thought he was hearing things. In his mind there was no possible way that you just asked what you had asked. His head must've made that up. It had to be some kind of self inflicted auditory hallucination. The way you smiled softly and rested a hand on his arm before leaning closer must also be a trick of the optics.

“Swerve, darling. I asked you for a reason.” You replied coyly, glancing up at him with an endearing grin. He felt his intake hitch and a sliver of charge run down his frame.

“Oh.” He choked out, face tinted with the rush of energon. His cooling fans kicked on with just the mere suggestion of what tonight could entail. “I- I suppose we could- figure it out…” He grinned shyly.

“That’s a good mech.” You purred, wide grin never faltering as you hopped down from the counter. You sauntered out of the bar with a new sense of confidence, only pausing to gesture to him to follow before the doors closed behind you. Swerve had to take a minute to collect his thoughts before practically sprinting after you.

Your habsuite was uniquely modified for your species. Instead of a hard metal berth, you had a cushy soft bed adorned with a mass of plushies, pillows and blankets. Soft lighting glowed from lower points in the room instead of one harsh light from above. It had your special charm to it, and Swerve wanted to spend every moment he could in there with you.

“So,” You started plopping yourself down on the edge of your bed, patting the spot next to you, “I’m going to skip all the pleasantries here, I want you to fuck me.”

Swerve let out a whine, feeling a surge of arousal flooding through his systems. His spike pressurized quickly, becoming heavy behind his panels with an embarrassingly loud thud. “Did you have to be so bold about it?” He hissed through clenched dentae as you gazed at him with desire.

“I think it’s more fun to watch your reactions.” You hummed contentedly before climbing into his lap, “Can I kiss you? Would that be okay?” You spoke softly, but your eyes never left his face. Swerve nodded hastily, servos hovering above your body anxiously. His intake opened to start a flood of questions but you cut him off with a kiss, exploring the foreign texture of his pliable metallic face. The strange rubbery feeling of his glossa felt wonderfly new against the soft muscle of your tongue. You let out a soft noise of pleasure against his mouth before you were interrupted by a snap of panels retracting and an enticing pressure laying heavy on your thigh.

“Oh- Slag, sorry I- you’re so- I wasn’t able to-,” Swerve began, but you pressed a finger to his lips as you looked down to study the new part of him. It was about 8 inches long, the red tip of it already leaking prefluids. It was mostly white, with a stripe of red along the underside decorated with biolights which pulsed needily. You trailed your hand lightly along the length, your fingers barely unable to touch around the girth of it. You looked back up at Swerve who was hiding behind his servos, face tinted pink with energon.

“Listen… I know I’m not as big as other bots but please… don’t stop whatever you were planning to do.” Swerve mumbled shyly, peeking at you between his digits.

“Oh, hun. You don’t have to worry about anything. You’ve got more than enough for me to enjoy.” You smiled, sliding off his lap to kneel between his legs. “May I?” You asked, wanting to explore his anatomy further.

He let out a shaky exvent with a nod and you ran your fingers along the grooves and panels of the Cybertronian anatomy. It wasn’t until you had gotten eye level with his spike that you had noticed his valve. It was dripping with transfluid and the hooded node was glowing a beautiful blue. You looked up at him from your position, eyes full of lust.

“Change of plans. Lean back for me, I’ve gotta taste you.” You purred, firmly pushing against his midsection lightly as he rested his back against the wall of pillows. You gently pushed his thighs open and trailed two fingers against the slick folds of his valve, coating your fingers in the sticky substance. You studied your digits before popping them into your mouth. The pink fluid was metallic and sour, but addicting in a strange way. You wanted more. Spreading his folds with one hand, you delved into his valve. Swerve watched, entranced by the way you slid the flat of your tongue against him. The sensation made him let out soft groans, which encouraged you more. You took your other hand and gently circled his anterior node, ghosting the edges of it teasingly. Your tongue dove into his entrance and you felt the inner calipers twitch and throb with need.

“Oh frag… you’re good a-at this. I’m- hnghh… I don’t have enough stamina for t-this!” Swerve whined as you moved the hand separating his folds and you backed away from his plush valve.

“Don’t worry, you are doing so good. Just lie back and let me take care of you, okay?” You cooed and went back to lapping at the transfluid that fell from his folds. One hand finally gave his anterior node pressure while your other hand went up to stroke at his spike lazily. The result of your combined actions had Swerve clawing at the sheets, his intake falling open as he gasped and mewled out so many words you couldn’t tell what he was saying until it was too late.

Warm fluid gushed over your face as he overloaded while you were still tongue deep in his valve. His spike throbbed in your hand as you felt more transfluid land in your hair and shoulder.

“FRAG- Ah- hah…!” Swerve whined as his frame trembled through the aftershocks. “Oh slag im so sorry!” His visor came back online just in time to witness your mouth and jaw covered in dripping pink fluids.

You licked your lips and wiped your face with your shirt before taking it off and tossing it aside. “Hey.. hey no worries. It’s okay. You’re okay.” You kissed his cheek, patting his thigh softly. “You did amazing. I’m so glad I could make you feel good.”

Swerve let out another high whine, seeing your chest bare before him. He slowly raised his servos to graze the flesh around your nipples. You sighed softly and raised your hands to press his servos more firmly to your skin. Swerve was still panting from his previous overload but he leaned in to press his lips gently against your sternum. His servos wandered up to press and massage at your nipples, circling them like you did to his node earlier. Your back arched, pushing your chest further into his servos as your mouth fell open softly. Swerve looked up at you, visor glowing with excitement and awe. “You’re stunning. I mean- frag, look at you, coated with my overload. Mine…” He breathed out, eyes trailing down your body to rest at your pants. He seemed to swallow before shakily continuing. “D-Do you still want me t-to..you know.. t-”

“I still want you to fuck me, Swerve.” You finished for him, moving your hands to swiftly undo the buttons of your pants, pulling off your undergarments at the same time and tossing them behind you. You grabbed onto his wrist and guided his fingers up towards your wet folds. Swerve got the hint and gently worked one finger into the tight heat of your cunt. He could feel the gentle pulse and pull of your walls around his digit, and he could barely imagine what it would feel like around his spike. After he felt you loosen up a bit, he slid in a second digit. You let out a gasp and a soft groan at the stretch, knowing that this was just the beginning if you wanted to be prepared to take his spike.

Swerve gently curled and flexed his digits, exploring your sex thoroughly as his processor worked overtime to memorize which movements felt the best for you. His audials turned to max sensitivity to be sure he could hear every whine and murmur of praise that fell from your lips. He could feel the second rush of energon repressurising his spike the more he pumped his digits into you. You glanced down between the both of you to smirk at his array before leaning in and pressing another kiss to his jaw.

“Awh, look at you,” You cooed, lifting your hips up to grind the tip of his spike against your clit. Swerve let out a strained whine as his hips bucked up involuntarily. Your smirk only grew. “You’re such a pretty mech for me.”

“Hnf s-stop…” Swerve whispered bashfully, turning his helm away as energon rushed to his faceplates once more.

“I mean it.” You continued, slowly easing yourself down on his spike as you guided his gaze to meet yours. Swerve’s intake fell open and his spinal struts arched as your body enveloped his length. His servos flew to your hips when he finally bottomed out inside you. The heat of your cunt pressed upon every sensor and node on his spike with such certainty that he could barely concentrate on your words.

“Hhoh fraggghh, how are you s-so- so-ooHHFRAG-” Swerve had started to speak but you decided that now was the time to lift your hips and slam yourself back down. You started to ride the mech like an animal, your hips popping up halfway only to quickly push him back inside. Swerve let out a chorus of moans and yelps as his servos twitched against the soft plush of your thighs, squeezing every now and then to ground himself. It wasn’t until your legs started to burn that you were reminded of something. You quickly stopped your movements and grinned down at Swerve as he abruptly gasped and looked at you with a beautiful expression of desperation.

“Wh-why- why’dya stop?” Swerve asked, his speech slurred from the sudden absence of pleasure.

“Sorry, but I just remembered that you’re the one who’s supposed to be fucking me.” You pulled yourself off of his spike and he let out a pathetic mewl at the loss of your body. His pout was quickly wiped from his face when he witnessed you getting down on all fours and slyly shaking your hips at him. You turned to smirk over your shoulder at him as he gawked at you. Not another second had passed before Swerve was on top of you, his spike easily finding its way back into your slick folds. He started pounding into you, the weight of his body pressing down nicely on your back as he mounted you.

“Mnh, there you go, good boy Swerve.” You moaned out as his spike pistoned in and out of you, shoving your body into the mattress. Swerve was brought to a mindless ramble as your pussy sucked him in deeper and tightened around him.

“Ahfraggingprimusyouretight-“ Swerve whimpered as you clenched around him harder. Your body trembled as you felt his spike throb inside you. Swerve hovered over you, intertwining his servos over your fingers as he thrust into you rapidly. “F-Frag, ____ I’m not gonna l-last much longer-“

“Good, keep going. I want you to fill me with your transfluid. Overload in me like the good mech you are.” You grinned against the mattress, turning to look at him smugly, reaching down between your legs to rub at your clit. Swerve leaned down to mewl and whine against the back of your neck as he chased his own pleasure, pushing your hips further up with every pump of his hips.

“Fuck, Swerve- I’m-!“ You felt your eyes roll back at the drag of his thickness against your walls and you let out a filthy moan as you hit your climax. You felt the slick of your cum coat his panels as your sex tightened around him. The whimper that left his vocalizer was angelic as he let his spike empty itself within you. Thick ropes of transfluid coated your insides, the warm sensation of sheer fullness bringing you back down from your high. Your body continued to pulse around his spike, milking him of the last of his overload as he gave a few final lazy thrusts.

The two of you lay there panting for a while before he slowly pulled out of you, watching in awe as his cum started to slide down your thighs. You slowly turned and sat up, feeling your combined fluids seeping out of you and onto the sheets.

“Ah… that was… let me get you a towel.” Swerve gasped, stepping to the closet to grab a towel to wipe you down with, wetting it with warm water before gently cleaning you. He lifted and placed you on the other side of the bed, putting the used towel over the wet spot after cleaning and closing his panels.

You stared at the red and white mech with unveiled adoration as he finally sat next to you again. You leaned in and peppered his face with kisses as he gently rubbed your thigh.

“Swerve, you do know how to keep your mouth shut about some things, right?” You murmured sleepily, hoping the bartender could keep his mouth shut for at least a week or two before word got out that the human is a mechfucker.

“Uhuh, yeah. Definitely.” Swerve nodded with determination. You sighed with a small smile, already accepting that your next appearance in the bar would not be the same after this.

#transformers #mtmte #valveplug #self insert #swerve #transformers x reader #swerve transformers #buggyboi draws #buggyboi writes #swerve x reader #hes so babygirl #i wanna treat him well #transformers x human

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lazypanartist · 4 months

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Mmmmm.... No braincells rn. So. Uh. Barely NSFW if you squint? W/ Megatron, Starscream, Breakdown.. idk. Any bot/con who's considered a "brute" and needs more love, really.

(If you have favs that fit lmk so I can tag 'em!!)

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He always held you softly, like you were made of glass. A moment from shattering in his massive grip, but too precious to not hold so close to his spark.

He wasn't used to the softness. Your character, your skin, your clothes. It was almost too much. And yet he couldn't stop himself from seeking more, his digits testing your boundaries, searching for whatever could be deemed the softest bit of your fragile self.

Your hands - so miniscule compared to his servos, tiny digits curving between two of his own, a gentle squeeze moulding you to the shape of him.

Your legs, soft and yet so strong, giving beneath his touch but able to hold your weight - not that he considered it to be a chore.

He thought it might be your lips, though - tiny, pliant, pink. He couldn't help himself, reaching out to poke at them gently, watching as they turned down for a moment before splitting into a grin, squishing easily beneath his gentle prodding.

Yes, it had to be. Soft, gentle, beautiful - he equated the words with your entirety, but the little smile you beamed up at him sealed your lips as the softest part of you.

#transformers #transformers x you #transformers x human #transformers x reader #transformers x human reader #x reader #xreader #nsft ish #megatron x reader #starscream x reader #breakdown x reader #astrotrain x reader #megatron #starscream #breakdown #astrotrain #transformers imagine #bulkhead #bulkhead x reader

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crying-fantasies · 4 months

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Walking over clouds

Masterlist

It's still a mystery how the insecticons got their human, or their "queen" as they often referred to the then young human.

Some think you got near their nest in the middle of nowhere because they don't like to interact with humans a lot, they feast on what is around and in case food is scarce they'll migrate to better areas to keep on with their big necessity of organic matter to transform it to energon, so while ones think they dragged you inside by force some think you went with them out of you own volution, because no one wants to think about a little organic being forced down by one of them, maybe some do but most decepticons still have bad memories and recharge when they remember Kickback consuming a very much alive cattle mammal whole after Sharpnel told him so, the cleanup was hell.

At first some were worried about this, no matter who you ask, everyone is going to tell you the truth: the insecticons are awful, even their former decepticon partners will tell you so with more force because they had to interact with them.

There was always someone asking you to say the word, only one, or move or give some kind of signal, blink twice or whatever, to start your rescue, you only smiled while Barrage came to you for some snuggles, poking at your side with delicacy, purring, a bloody digit hanging from his mandibles and presenting it to you, "there is nothing wrong", maybe not for you but the bot or person that tries to "help you" gets the message quick and clear while one of your husbands look at them dead in the optics or eyes.

For years, to everyone's surprise, again, you have been the only partner near them, and somehow you've given them way more less destructive manners to obtain food while being accepted by other humans, avoid authorities involving.

A production has ended and they'll burn down the remaining weeds? Your husbands can eat them for free and also burn the rest to ensure a healthy new harvest.

Are there some kind of plague? Be it animals or diseases in the harvest they can eat it in a day.

They like to see you happy, so they listen to what you have to say, and when a problem raises and you have to say: "Ransack, not the sheep" while you stop any of them in their shit you can already see the culprit almost falling to their knees, if you are near then it's better, since they can't go against your will, and if they're caught red handed, just like Ransack, he would not be allowed into your chamber for the next month if he really consumed the animal because one, the farmer wouldn't let you or them near to their farm again after the transgression, one less food resource and one more headache to you, and two, because it's every bot for himself when it comes to times for cuddles or interface and there is only one you, and if they have to kick away one or two of them so they can use the time of the disgraced one for themselves they'll do it without thinking twice before you forgive the culprit and bring him back to your open, loving and forgiving body.

You're good like that, another welcomed characteristic of a good queen of the hive, a good mother of the hive.

No one knows how it happened, but, one day, their usually awful eating behavior stopped almost to the bare minimum before it got even worse, wiping out any life on the place except for the farms because you said those are important (should've been more specific and said that they couldn't eat what is of others in general), the near cities were also assaulted, mostly supermarkets and drugstores were whipped off of vitamin supplements and food edible for humans (also baby formula), it was Chop Shop (there was no evidence but also no doubts), and then the usual once a year strange chitter sound they made was nowhere to be seen or heard for at least five years, some even believed they finally consumed something that ended up with the whole hive, only to be show with the contrary.

The Insecticons were still pretty much alive, with a new member.

Cloudjolt was born in the first days of summer, to everyone's surprise and for no one's too, being the pride and joy of the whole hive even when he is a mech, at first you believed they would be more thrilled over a femme than a male since, well, that's how other hives and insects act in Earth's nature, but no, it could also be result of Cloudjolt being the very first child born and also so small that he could be mistaken with an underdeveloped baby if not for his obvious cybertronian characteristics and the lack of a formed face or limbs that appeared with time.

And, as expected, totally protected from the outside world for most of his existence.

Did he want to go out? Not before you are 50 years old, and then you go out with someone at your side.

Did he want to befriend something out of the hive? No way, humans are trouble and animals are food, Cloudjolt had some problems with that because his carrier is a human, Bombshell's words got back at him like a boomerang and he moved awkwardly while trying to touch your hip tenderly, visor looking at you and asking for forgiveness.

Maybe Venom was being overprotective and paranoid, as usual, with so much rules (the list got to the 154th one and he was being lenient), but none of them was taking any chances, there was no way they would lose or let anything happen to your sparkling, even if all that protection ended with Cloudjolt seeing his first sunshine light when he finally reached 5 years old and his derma finally hardened.

All of that resulted in the youngling practically shouting "ENOUGH" when one of his sires gave him a piece of fruit, totally frustrated with his situation and getting his things, the ones he could take easily with him at least and decided to go out of the hive alone for the first time, all by asking his carrier for permission and taking advantage of your words to the max, taking advantage of the power your words had over your partners and running away from home the first chance he got, he was just so feed up with everything!

You were worried, of course you were when looking the giant beetle flying away to where you couldn't reach when Buzzclaw got you to the exit of the hideout and got next to the others, all your partners looking at the horizon while their wings dropped at their sides in obvious stress.

"Cloudjolt left us just like that"

"He is awful"

"He is heartless"

"..."

"He has grown to be such a fine mech, mech"

"He is a true decepticon now"

Were you surprised by their words? not really, you're more confused on where they got their napkins to dry their tears, apparently proud ones, since they were acting like that then maybe it was normal for Cloudjolt to finally go see the world for himself in this way.

Still, you totally forgot to talk a little bit more with your baby before he jumped helm first to the outside world.

"Cloudjolt, what did you say just now?"

"What?" Why was everyone looking at him like that? "I just said that I miss the warmth of my carrier's gestation chamber", the young bot crossed his arms above his chest, he was purring, or something like that, trying to mimic your EMF to bring himself some calm and less homesickness.

"You remember that-? No, of what gestation chamber are you talking about?!"

He laughs, drinking his cube as if nothing happened, "What? I came from my carrier just like any of us, isn't that right?"

"..."

"You came from your carrier..." Mariah tries to make him correct her, desperately so, while she moves her servos to form a little body, one of an average human, "your very much human carrier"

"Well, yes, of course, I only have one carrier and I'm pretty sure I came from there, I may not have the complete memory but I do remember after I came out, quite gushy and full of fluids but it's understandable with all the flesh"

"..."

"Bro" of course, only Sabersky said shit and that's what he can say from outside in his own altmode.

"Why are you guys looking at me like you don't know..." He can't even finish his question, quickly catching on what is possibly happening, "wait, where do you guys come from-?"

"Enough!" Astrotrain changes back and gets them out of him, no one wants to be crushed inside when he gets back to root mode, looking as he is having little tremors on his derma by only thinking about it in his own way of expressing physical disgust, "Why can't any of you be normal, for Primus' sake?!"

Ah, maybe Cloudjolt would visit you and demand answers from his sires, but really, what is he expecting? Answers in how he was created? How they nursed your body to top healthiness in order to have you survive the whole ordeal? How Bombshell adapted your body slowly but safe within the years? How Sharpnel got his transfluid first to create him? How all of them gave a little portion of themselves in the transfluid that helped to create his body for the new spark, slowly molding inside your body to create a new life? How his own gestational chamber is way less sterile and more functional than most cybertronians?

The insecticons are awful and everybot knows it, now Cloudjolt understands why other bots look at him like they do.

#reader insert #x reader #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #transformers #transformers idw #transformers x human reader #transformers x human #insecticons #insecticons x reader

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