#transformers animated insert

[still-not-over-transformers]

@kitgirl91 Request

I lost the original request message but I had a screeenshot :3

Ain’t I Good to You?

(TFA Blitzwing x Female Human Reader)

Warnings: None other than intense simping :3

Word Count: ... 2400+ (I got a tad carried away)

Lingo: “Cher” (pronounced ‘sha’) = Cajun term of affection/endearment 

To those unfamiliar, Blitzwing’s 3 personalities are known as Icy, Hothead, & Random

Art courtesy of my beloved requester: @kitgirl91 BEHOLD THE TALENT

Inspiration for this request: The Mask Soundtrack - Susan Boyd - Gee Baby, Ain't I Good To You

The Decepticons had been promptly defeated at the hands of the Autobots, and brought back to Cybertron. Blitzwing was one of said Decepticons to be humiliated by being paraded through the streets of Cybertron as prisoners. But the Triple-changer would shortly make his escape and give the guard the slip, stealing a small ship and setting course for the only planet he knew had no Autobot activity anymore: Earth. 

After entering stasis, a few months later Blitzwing would awaken after crash landing on Earth. This time however, Blitzwing would find himself not in New Detroit, but in good old New Orleans, Louisiana. The Decepticon didn’t want to attract too much attention to himself, and immediately searched for a place to hide, and or blend in with. As he still retained his Earth-based alt-modes as a jet or tank, he chose to sneak into a nearby river-side Air Force base. He transformed into his jet-mode as he tried to brainstorm a plan. He would remain there for a few months, having little idea on how to proceed further, and he went into a deep stasis nap. Blitzwing would be slowly awakened one Saturday night to music and an upbeat yet hauntingly beautiful voice. Blitzwing transformed to see a riverboat slowly cruising down the bayou, warm lights illuminating the water as upbeat music echoed across the river, and a sensual and hypnotic voice filled the night. It was a new experience for the Decepticon, and for the first time Blitzwing was silent and listened until the music and that voice faded into the distance. 

The following week was uneventful as usual, Blitzwing growing evermore displeased that he lacked a plan. As the afternoon sun sailed across the sky, Blitzwing took note of a female human making their way through the airbase. This human caught his eye, as she was not dressed in the usual military uniforms of the soldiers or mechanics. Being in the back area of the base, and being utterly bored out of his mind, Blitzwing decided to have a bit of fun. 

You made your way through an array of various military vehicles and aircrafts, all stunning and huge, dwarfing you easily. The air was growing cooler as an Autumn breeze blew through, making you clutch tighter at your coat. A loud clang rang out to the side and you struggled to see anyone through a lineup of various fighter jets and helicopters. Curiosity got the better of you and you stepped to the side to investigate, “Hello?” A rather large fighter jet was before you, but something was off about it as its coloring did not match any of the other similar models. 

Suddenly the jet moved swiftly, lifting upright before transforming completely into a massive winged tan robot. Its face spun around rapidly, settling on a cool bluish face with a red optic and one monocle-like optic, staring down at you expectantly. Despite the shock, you just stood there calmly looking at him. 

Blitzwing’s gaze was fixed upon you, raising an optic ridge in curiosity, “You are not afraid, human? How curious you’ve no concern for your own life.” Again, his faceplate spins violently, revealing the black faceplate and scarlet red crazed jack-o-lantern optics and mouth of Random. He cackles in an excited and mildly psychotic tone, “This human is crazy! I like crazy…” Round and round Blitzwing’s faceplate spins, now revealing Hothead, his bright red faceplate and optics glaring down at you. He aggressively moves towards you, his optics obscured by a visor, but the angry expression on his face was easily readable, “Are you working with ze Autobots, human?! That’s why you aren’t cowering in fear, isn’t it!?” 

You raise your hands up in a gesture of innocence, hoping to convince the massive robot before you you weren’t any threat, “I have no idea what an ‘Autobot’ is. I’m not really sure what you are to be honest.”

“Why then are you not frightened of me? Do I look like I’d want to be friends with ze likes of you?” Icy said calmly, although in his mind he was genuinely intrigued by the fearless organic before him. Blitzwing’s face spun again, “OOOOOH Maybe we can make friendship bracelets!” Hothead took over and again, he spoke aggressively towards you, “What is a puny human like you even doing walking around in a military airbase?!”

You paused before explaining yourself, “Oh, well I was finishing up details regarding an upcoming job. Going to perform next month here to boost morale for the troops. Had to sign a bit of paperwork regarding my pay.”

The calm Icy took over and raised an optic ridge curiously, “Vat kind of performance?”

“I’m a Jazz singer. Not sure if you’d know what Jazz is, or music… but it’s my profession and most importantly my passion. I’m finally booking more gigs, last weekend was my first time performing on a riverboat. It was magical if I’m honest,” you spoke candidly, finding Blitzwing’s accent to be slightly adorable. 

“Vait…” Icy glances over at the nearby river on the other side of the river-side airbase, “Zat was your voice I heard?”

You were taken aback, “You heard me? How long have you been hiding in this airbase?”

“...Long enough. Ze music was… acceptable. And your voice… wasn’t displeasing” Icy said slowly, perhaps giving you a hesitant compliment. 

You smiled slightly, finding this strange giant robot to be rather endearing. “You know I will be performing this evening at “The Cat’s Meow” Jazz Club. It’s an outdoor venue, so you’re welcome to come if you’d like.” You extend your hand towards Blitzwing, a silver ticket stub in your grasp. 

Icy took a pause, considering whether or not to accept the ticket, before Random took over and eagerly snatched the ticket from your hands. “How could ve refuse such an offer!” he chuckled excitedly. 

You stepped back briefly as the ticket was taken from your hands, but you couldn’t help but smile, “I can see you aren’t one to pass a good time up. I should probably be on my way and get ready for the show. You know, I didn’t catch your name, cher?” 

The Decepticon was shocked at how calm and comfortable you were around him, after all he was a battle-hardened warrior, killer and a giant robot, yet you showed him such courtesy as if he were just another human. “Oh… Blitzwing…” he replied hesitantly, feeling almost compelled to tell you. 

“Well Blitzwing, if anyone gives you trouble at the door, cher, just tell them you’re a guest of (Y/N)” you flashed a sincere but slightly coy smile at the Decepticon before giving him a friendly wave of your hand and making your way off of the military base. 

Blitzwing stood there in silent shock as you left, leaving him burning with multiple questions. “Cher? This word is strange” Icy pondered, a servo on his chin. His faceplate spun and Random took over, “Perhaps it’s a human word for cute!” Icy presented himself once more, staring at the ticket in his servo, your invitation still standing. He could just crush the ticket and be done withy it, but there was something about you…

Night fell on New Orleans, and the city came alive with lights, and hundreds of people flocking to the streets to enjoy various events and libations. High in the sky, Blitzwing hovered in jet-mode above the outdoor venue of “The Cat’s Meow.” After a bit of convincing himself, Blitzwing found the courage to land and enter the Jazz club. The bouncer at the door was definitely not expecting a Decepticon to attempt entry to the club, but he stood his ground and sweatily asked to see a ticket. 

Usually, it would be Blitzwing’s instinct to blast the human into smithereens, but that would undoubtedly sour the mood for the evening. Instead he presented his silver ticket and spoke, “I am here upon ze request of (Y/N).” The doorman accepted the ticket hesitantly, before allowing the Decepticon entry into the club, but directing him to enter around to the outdoor section to spare the roof. 

After making his way around, Blitzwing entered the outdoor space, which was an array of various tables covered in rich red linens. The area was illuminated by various lights wrapped around trellises and trees, a wooden stage centered at the back, the musicians settling into their positions. Blitzwing looked down at the table below him, awkwardly lowering himself into a sitting position behind the table, his massive frame still towering above it. Blitzwing couldn’t help but feel foolish being here to see a human perform, and it took hours of self-convincing earlier in order to get his aft here. 

“I have no idea how I talked myself into this…” Icy grumbled, his arms crossed. “PLEASE! This is not ze craziest thing we’ve done by far!” Random cackled before going silent as the lights dimmed, leaving one blinding spotlight on center stage. 

There you were, standing in the blinding glow of the spotlight. Your hair was down, but a delicate headpiece of beaded pearls adorned your forehead. Your dress was an ebony color, with a sensual sweetheart neckline and a short hem lined with glittering beads that cascaded from the hem. The ebony color was accentuated by the sparkle of thousands of tiny sequins, which reflected the spotlight and made you shimmer. You turned towards the band members behind you and gave them a nod, cueing them to begin playing a smooth yet upbeat Jazz number, the mood set by the sound of trumpets and a piano. You slowly took hold of the microphone and began singing, your voice sultry and alluring. 

Blitzwing’s optics widened to a point where they nearly burst out of his skull, and his jaw unhinged and was wide open as he struggled to process how stunning you were. This was the same human he met at the airbase? Your voice, your lips, your legs, that dress were all enough to nearly fry his processor circuitry and drive him wild. His faceplate was spinning between all three personalities, each one absolutely shaken by everything about you. 

“She’s like nothing I’ve ever seen…” Icy gawked, short of words. 

“IT IS LIKE BEING GRACED WITH ZE PRESENCE OF AN ANGEL!” Hothead exclaimed, looking like he wanted to break something. 

Random’s glossa was hanging out of his mouth, completely drunk off of your beautiful body and hypnotic voice. 

The song continued, and you began to move around the stage, your hips moving in time with the beat. You dipped down to the ground, before slowly standing up, swishing your hips and waist as you ascended. 

This sent Blitzwing over the edge, and Random loudly whistled at you, having quickly become a complete simp. Hearing the cat call, you turned your attention to see the Decepticon at his table. Continuing your set, you smiled in his direction before pointing to him and blowing a kiss. 

 Random took over and stood up, whistling even louder in adoration and worship of you, “Keep it UP BABY!” 

The song slowly came to its final portion, albeit to Blitzwing’s dismay as he wanted this to go on forever. With a final breath, the last lyrics left your painted lips and the song concluded. The resounding sound of applause filled the club, the loudest clapping being from Blitzwing’s massive metal servos. As the rest of the club patrons applauded your performance, Blitzwing’s sharp optics spotted one human patron who wasn’t participating. 

Hothead’s face spun around, steam visibly leaving his nostrils as he stomped over to the unsuspecting patron, startling the man, “YOU’D BETTER START CLAPPING BEFORE I MAKE YOUR INSIDES YOUR OUTSIDES!” The unsuspecting critic nearly jumped out of his skin and began clapping for his life. 

As the cheers continued, audience members began tossing flowers onto the stage. Icy took note of this and began formulating a plan. 

After you had made your way back to your dressing room, there was a firm knock at the door. Out of curiosity, you opened it to see who it was, only to be pleasantly surprised to see a certain Decepticon gazing back at you. 

Blitzwing was blushing madly, especially being so close to you when you looked so beautiful. He cleared his throat, his faceplate spinning to Icy, trying to get the courage to speak to you. “Your show was… more than words than express. You are ze most talented and beautiful thing I have laid optics on. I got something for you” his voice was oddly shaky. He knelt down and revealed a massive bundle of roses and vines from behind his back, the flowers taking up a quarter of your dressing room. “I saw flowers are a sign of worship, so I brought you all ze flowers from the garden.” 

You were stunned by the gift, it being obvious that Blitzwing had removed the roses from the nearby trellises. You tried to stifle a laugh and flashed the biggest grin, “That is mighty sweet of you, cher. To think you actually came to see me and shower me with so much praise.” 

“You are a GORGEOUS LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS. I WILL BREAK DOWN MOUNTAINS FOR YOU!” Hothead expressed passionately. 

“Oh my…” you giggled, “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” You stepped closer to the massive Decepticon before you, closing the distance. “For being so sweet, I think you deserve a little something as well,” your voice was charismatic and smooth. You leaned in closer to his faceplate, and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. 

His faceplate spun around and around and around… for what seemed like an eternity. An excited and loud laugh escaped from Blitzwing’s mouth, Random’s optics wide and his spark beating rapidly. So many thoughts and feelings flashed through his processor that he felt he might explode, “I FEEL LIKE I’VE FLOWN TO ZE MOON AND BACK!” His optics turn back towards you and he suddenly calms himself, maybe a little worried he might frighten you. His faceplate reverts back to Icy and he clears his throat, “...ahem.. My apologies, sometimes I get carried away.” 

Your smile widened, finding his antics to be endearing. “Don’t sweat it, cher. You’re more than welcome to come to any of my shows in the future,” you spoke softly. “Now why don’t you and I get out of here. Maybe let me show you around town?”

Blitzwing was in absolute awe. You, this tiny human female stealing every one of Blitzwing’s sparks. 

Of course he took you up on your offer. 

*END*

I had WAY too much fun with this request. :3 I pray it was worth the wait!

[my-quirk-is-fred]

Shit ain’t sweet when your stalker is Starscream from Transformers animated

[cheschesterpossum]

Learning the other species's history.

[egophiliac]

we were fucking ROBBED

[mightytato]

idk, hand inspection or sumn

was supposed to be hand practice at first, then i went ahead and animated it

original drawings under the cuuutt

[random-cockroach]

Random quick animatic

[royalelemental]

Don’t you just love it when they’d both rather bash their helms in than admit they caught feelings for each other? They’re both idiots your honor.

[maxicaiman]

he wants that old man so so bad

[transformersxreader]

TFA Yandere Megatron x Femme Reader (Part 2)

(Y/n) lets out a low groan feeling her head heavy, she felt movement and was staring at the floor she thinks.

Then it hits her.

She was being carried by lockdown with no problem, lifting her head a bit she noticed where she was.

"No. No! No! Let go!! Please!!"

(Y/n) begins to wiggle and fight back with all the energy she had at the moment, lockdown stops his walking adjusted (Y/n) on his shoulder as a warning for her. But she didn't listen struggling again.

"LET ME GO! You are mistaken!! Please! No! I can't!!"

Lockdown doesn't listen and continues down the dark hallways leading to the throne room.

Once the large doors opens to reveal megatron sitting on his throne his red optics shining bright in the dark room.

Lockdown grabs (Y/n) up to show he indeed found her to megatron, who slowly gets up from his throne.

(Y/n) with fear in her eyes began to struggle and cry out. Once megatron was close enough to grab (Y/n), (Y/n) halted and looks up, he was smiling.

"I-uh."

"Lockdown, go see blitzwing for your payment."

And with that lockdown leaves, leaving you both alone in the throne room.

Megatron places (Y/n) down gently, grabbing ahold of her hands breaking the cuffs she had. (Y/n) flinch hearing the cuffs hit the floor with a loud bang.

"You certainly gave me and our decepticons a scare, they're all going to be thrilled to see you safe and sound."

(Y/n) looks away from his gaze, her arms wrap around herself nervously, (Y/n) was trying to find the right words but before she could speak, megatron cuts her off.

"As for this little game of yours, it's finally over."

Megaton lifts (Y/n) chin up

"Did you have fun? Did you get everything out of your system?"

(Y/n) couldn't reply back to megatron

"Uh..."

"Good, good. Everyone is so relieved."

Megatron smiles wickedly making (Y/n) concern for her well being, she didn't see the other larger bot coming from behind and injecting her with a small sleeping virus.

(Y/n) felt the harsh sting that travel through her body looking back in surprise to see the one eye decepticon.

"S-shockwave?....."

(Y/n) felt her body become heavy, leaning back trying to catch herself but felt someone else catching her. Leaning towards the larger body, Megatron sighs lifting up (Y/n) carefully carrying her off.

"Welcome home my dear."

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Shockwave was typing away looking at the screen to make sure everything was set, (Y/n) was lying peacefully on an operating table. Shockwave looks back to (Y/n) sighing coming closer to the sleeping femme. Gently caressing her face,

"I'm glad you're safely back with us (Y/n). You gave our lord a scare."

There a a long pause

"Lord Megatron punch down a whole new hallway when he heard the news of you had escaping."

Shockwave moves to grab a small extension cord to connect to the side of (Y/n) head, hearing a satisfying click and begins to work. Shockwave laughs to himself quietly, speaking out

"You should have seen lugnut, he was so devastated hearing his queen has escape."

Shockwave took a moment to himself knowing well (Y/n) wasn't going to answer.

"Don't worry my queen, you are in good hands."

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"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

(Y/n) lifted up her upper body, her arms coming to her face, she looked around the room.

Oh.

(Y/n) tried to restrain herself from grabbing her face on damaging it, she felt as it would help her to disappear from this nightmare, loud stomping steps catches her attention,looking up to the large door that slide open to reveal.

"MY QUEEN! Are you alright?!"

(Y/n) optics widen, then without a second she cries out,

"L-lugnut!"

Lugnut quickly comes to her side letting her cry on his shoulders, trying to pat her back gently as to not hurt her with his size.

"There, there my queen. Let out your pain."

(Y/n) leans more closer to lugnut, letting out screams and cries, lugnut stays quiet. After what felt like forever, lugnut looks down to (Y/n) noticing something new.

"My queen! Your optics! They're exquisite!"

(Y/n) was confused touching her optics then rushing to a mirror, letting out a loud gasp. She slowly leans more closer making sure she was seeing right.

"I.......i..."

"Now you are truly perfect my dear~"

A smooth voice echos out catching (Y/n) and lugnut by surprise, lugnut kneeling down to his lord. (Y/n) kept her stance looking at megatron through the mirrors reflection. Megatron walks closer to her grabbing ahold of her arms, spinning her around to face him.

"(Y/n) my dear~ I believe a celebration for your return is in the works, don't you agree?"

(Y/n) doesn't respond letting Megatron continue, grabbing a hold of (Y/n) so roughly

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you."

(Y/n) felt something inside herself, she could feel all her anger and frustration coming together. (Y/n) knew deep down she had to release this anger somehow.

"As I was say-!"

'SLAP'

Megatron flinch feeling a small pain on his cheek, (Y/n) hand was shaking realizing what she has done, but she kept a stern look. Megatron touched the cheek that (Y/n) strike, not even glancing at her stood up straight turn to leave."

"Lugnut with me."

Lugnut looks to megatron then to (Y/n) giving her a bow, following his lord out the room, hearing a loud click.

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Megatron continues to walk down the long hallway quietly, lugnut nervously following behind him. Once arriving to the throne room, everyone stood up straight and saluted their lord. Starscream smiles to megatron and bows

"My liege I see you have return from visiting lady  (Y/n), how is she settling?"

Lugnut took a step back making everyone else see his actions and also copying lugnut, stepping back slowly. Starscream looks up confused, a loud crash startles them all seeing megatron begins to throw and trash the throne room. Megatron leaving large dents on the walls and taking apart his own throne chair, everyone watches in fear not daring to stop him. Megatron then halts his attacks slowly walking up to (Y/n) throne chair, taking a big breath, moving his fists to remove any debris left on his hands. Turning around to face his loyal followers, speaking out to himself.

"I truly am a lucky mech."

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Thanks so much for reading ✨

I’m truly sorry if I’m lacking on updates, I just got a new job and I’m trying to settle in with this new change, hope y’all understand 🙂‍↕️

Again thanks u guys for reading and leaving amazing responses to my work, it really means a lot 🥹

Peace ✌️

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

♡ [MULTI] DRUNK DATES WITH MEGATRON(s)!

scenario: what it's like to get a drink with the warlord himself. enjoyed only by his beloved , i.e., you. usually one of you (its you) gets knocked out.

including: TFA, TFP, Armada, ES, WFC, BW.

warning: slightly suggestive, getting drunk

TFA Megs:

There are certain rare occasions when Megatron feels like spending some time with the finest luxuries— company and heavy refuelling. And what better company can he ask for in his habsuite than that of his most competent soldier and lover?

Megatron just flat out invites you for a ‘chat’ and it turns out to be a date.

He usually thinks that heavy refuelling is very crude and that it's just vulgar but sometimes, he really really needs a strong and heavy drink. Especially since he’s stuck on a warship with Starscream, Lugnut and Blitzwing.

TFA Megatron is a connoisseur when it comes to drinks. Every solar-cycle, he has at least one glass of high grade energon or refined oil in a wine glass as he monitors the Warship activities on his throne.

Megatron isn’t a simpleton. He has all the regal and luxurious types of drinks. If it isn’t high grade energon, refined oil, highly distilled petroleum or finely aged engex, Megatron won’t even touch the drink. It's not that his tanks can't handle cheap fuel, it can but he'd rather not.

This version of Megatron literally has a personal collection of the finest oil and energon, his intoxication tolerance definitely exceeds yours by a longshot and he is probably the Megatron with the highest tolerance out of them all. He will not lose himself. That means, by the time you get completely drunk, Megatron is only slightly intoxicated.

Also, this Megatron is probably the most romantic out of all of them. He’s old but he’s still a really smooth talker and as he gets more drunk, his occasional words of affectionate teasing and taunting throughout your conversation will just begin to get even more suggestive and seductive.

The two of you often dwell into more philosophical subjects, Megatron likes these conversations. He finds them quite meaningful and it gives him a wider view about your perception of things. Megatron often enlightens you with wisdom, he may be a warlord but he still has millions of years worth of life experience on his processor.

Sometimes, you share the more casual happenings on the ship and in your life. Things like Blitzwing’s antics, receiving a second opinion from Megatron about Blackarachnia’s face-plate care advice (TFA Megs would def be a expert on stuff like beauty care), Lugnut’s embarrassing speeches about Megatron’s glory (Megatron finds them downright embarrassing) and of course, Starscream’s devious plots you overhear when the mech is busy rambling to himself, thinking that nobody can hear him. Everyone can.

It's just you talking as the warlord listens. You don't even realise that you’re snitching on Random’s numerous pranks on Lugnut to Megatron.

As much as Megatron doesn't approve of tomfoolery amongst his underlings, he does find these things amusing. He even chuckles at them. Sometimes, the way you describe things pulls out a genuine laugh out of him. Megatron’s rarely ever even smiled since the defeat of the Decepticons.

He’s glad that he’s got someone like you to crack him up. Megatron would not vocalise much about it but he absolutely adores your company. The words that roll off his glossa may be only teasing, taunting and sexual innuendos but behind his optics is just pure adoration for you.

These wonderful times usually end with you getting blackout drunk and Megatron generously letting you recharge on his berth, he will literally tuck you in his bed and give you a soft kiss on your helm if he’s in a rally good mood. You’ll have to sneak out without the other ‘Cons noticing the next morning though. There are some occasions where things do take a more romantic turn though but it never exceeds you sloppily kissing his helm and smothering his face in kisses as he tries to get you to bed (he will not return the favour even if he does find your affections utmost pleasurable).

If you’re lucky, things can get a bit more sexual. You have to initiate though, as in, straight out say it. Megatron loves being aware of the fact that he can get you off.

None of the other Decepticons are aware of your late drinking sessions with the leader himself so they’re just confused as to how Megatron is so up to date about the latest mischiefs and mishaps.

He definitely wants to do this more often with you.

TFP Megs:

Only behind closed doors is this version of Megatron affectionate albeit in a very tame way and when he’s drunk, Megatron is almost the same except it’s in a more impulsive way also he does get slightly more aggressive. Megatron definitely does lose himself completely in his drink, he loses all sense of rational thought and is up to do anything he and you want to.

This Megatron rarely gets the chance to indulge himself in the pleasures of high grade energon so his tolerance pales in comparison to TFA Megatron and a few of his other counterparts but still is far more impressive than most.

He probably would just blare the ship’s speakers and order you to come to the control bridge which is near to his quarters. Asks you to follow him. He just flat out leads you to his habisuite. Not a lot of explanations are given but once you see the drinks, its clear what he’s called upon you for. Megatron flat out expects you to just obey cause he’s too embarrassed to ask.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to get drunk, he does but he’s just too busy like most Megatrons. He just doesn’t have the time and Piranha faced Megs ain’t like TFA Megs who sips out high-grade out of a wine glass whenever he feels like it.

Also, Megatron really doesn’t care what kind of drinks there are. He’s fine with anything that can make him reach a high. Megatron is not picky.

The two of your drinking activities usually include whatever goofy shit you and him want to do. Megatron loses himself and he just follows your orders, he does often retort with formal snarky remarks but he’ll still be down for it. He’s extremely complicit.

With TFP Megs, drunk antics take place. It's not just drunk conversation or affections, there’s more action. It’s more activity oriented. Like singing stupid songs. It’s embarrassing but Megatron secretly likes the more upbeat pop songs and two of you just sing your sparks out to said songs. One time, the two of you dueted Aqua’s “Barbie Girl”.

The two of you duet songs while drunk or hold silly poetry competitions. Yes, writing while drunk, you can imagine how disastrous the results were.

Sometimes, the two of you watch some human movies together (Only when he’s drunk, Megatron will only touch human media if he is drunk. Try this with him when he’s not and he will laugh at your face for even suggesting the idea) and Megatron is the type to ruin the whole thing by babbling about inaccuracies and how stupid the plot is.

He will end up in a fight so you better prepare yourself. This is one of the reasons why the two of you only drink in his quarters, the door is locked to make sure nobody walks in on Megatron and you, sitting on the floor as you paint each other’s servos. He gave you a Decepticon themed servo-paint with the insignia tattered across your servos. It sort of looks like those wallpapers that you’ve seen in human phones but very very messy. Starscream walked in on you two singing ‘Barbie Girl’ and proceeded to record the whole thing, ever since then, Megatron has been more discreet.

Megatron chugs down like a pirate so he’s usually the first one to get blacked out even though he has high tolerance. Like, he can down a whole barrel in one go. You end up having to haul his giant frame onto his berth.

Once Megatron wakes up, he has a painful hangover. It’s all worth it though. He got to make some real memories that he can smile back onto. But that thought runs away as cringe overwhelms his frame the second he sees his drunk poetry.

He’s ashamed of himself for ever agreeing to do even half of the embarrassing stuff the two of you did. Then again, the two of you were totally wasted. None of you had any idea what you were doing. Just purely acting on impulsive thought.

He isn't that angry or embarrassed about it as you would expect him to be though. Megatron is always busy, it's always nice to finally get some time to spend with his beloved. Even if the things you did together were cringey.

He’s a total dork when he’s drunk. A massive shift of demeanor.

Armada Megs:

I’ll be real with you, not happening. Never happening. If it did, it would be because he’s finally had enough of everything and genuinely doesn’t give a fuck anymore.

Cause, this Megatron is probably the most smug, snarky and prideful out of the bunch and that’s something cause he’s against TFP and TFA here. The chance that he would even let you s t a n d right next to him is a big question. He’s gotta be really really into you for that or he’s just flat out desperate for someone to talk to. The relationship between the two of you isn’t the healthiest. This mech has no soft spots.

This Megatron needs the best— no questions asked. If there’s no refined high grade, he doesn’t want it. He’s picky and he’s a big baby about it. Say that to his face though and it would be a full-on ride to blaster-ville.

Since y'all are on the moon, there’s not a lot of places to have drinks privately. So, Megatron usually plans this beforehand and selects whatever location he wants. He also informs you about such. He’s ridiculously formal about it too. He tells you which time, which spot and all in his usual commanding voice. It’s his weird version of a date.

Megatron says that he wants to have a private chat with you in front of you and the others. They buy it all the time. Nobody knows what the two of you are up to. Cyclonus and Starscream are very curious and Demolisher is theorizing what's happening. A relationship is the last thing they could thing of— But Starscream (intially) will be sort of jealous that you seem to have Megatron's recognition more than he does.

At the start, drinking with him is just the two of you sitting down as you listen to Megatron blabber about whatever he wants to talk about. Usually, it’s about his day and how incompetent his lackeys Cyclonus and Demolisher are or he’s gonna rant about how he’s going to destroy Optimus Prime as if he hasn’t said the exact same things a bajillion times. But if the beetle-head is feeling a little better, he might praise you for being a really reliable soldier.

Megatron here is embarrassingly a lightweight drinker. His tolerance is below average. Tell anyone and you will be demoted. Three small cubes are enough to get this ‘Con tipsy.

His gait gets all messed up when he’s drunk and he gets wildly unpredictable so you just appease your lord with what he wants to hear. Megatron is a real douche and if you piss him off, he will verbally destroy you. He’s like Eminem if he was a poet. He might feel slightly bad afterwards but will not apologise. He’s a jerk.

Things do take a turn and the leader of the Decepticons himself might end up being just spontaneously affectionate out of nowhere when he’s fully intoxicated. Full on love bombing you and kissing you. Telling you how much he loves you, praising you and such. You can’t tell if he’s being flat out manipulative or if this is genuine.

In contrast to his loud and commanding way of speech, Megatron mumbles a lot when he’s drunk.

He also gets extra handsy when he’s drunk. Megatron needs to have his hands occupied for some weird reason. Sometimes his arms would be wrapped around your shoulders or maybe even your waist. He won’t think much of it though.

Show him any signs of affection and he will be caught off guard. First time you did it, he was genuinely flustered on the inside even though he repeatedly denied your allegations. The next time, Megatron will be ridiculously smug about it after the slight shock.

He’s the first to pass out. You have to put him on his throne, his berth or the berths on the med-bay; if you leave him on the floor, he will be pissed. You have to haul him back. You usually cook up a story like the Autobots attacked the two of you or something by those lines. He has mixed feelings about it... considering how it seems as if he lost against the Autobots in your cooked up story but it did cover him well so he didn’t mind it entirely.

It's not really fun hanging out with him but he’s your pathetic yet lovable... warlord and loser.

Earthspark Megs:

This Megatron is kind of like a dad except he doesn’t make dad jokes like Optimus would try to. You can rely on him, he’ll take care of you, he would be really respectful and overall just a gentle-bot. He’s far more sentimental and romantic than the other Megatrons.

Megatron would love to have a drink with you because he thinks it would be nice. No ulterior motives, nothing to vent out and not out of frustration and desperation for relaxation.

He’s really casual about this and will ask you face-to-face. “Would you like to have a drink with me?”— simple yet formal. A yes or no question, something which the other Megatrons would try to avoid.

Megatron is really fine with drinking any type of intoxicating forms of energon as long as it doesn’t come with major health risks. He isn’t picky at all.

He was a heavy drinker back in the day and still is, he can last for ridiculously long. Longer than even TFA Megatron. He is supposed to be a cannon deviant timeline of the OG show, that means he’s technically good guy G1 Megs (i think, im not sure) and that mech chugged down those energon in glass cubes like it was his last day alive. You can’t tell me that he doesn’t have the highest tolerance out there.

A conversation with him while being intoxicated is actually really fun unlike with Beetle-Bot or Piranha Face. The two of you talk and listen to each other. There’s more mutual conversation and laughter. He doesn’t really have a good sense of humour but you make him laugh uncontrollably. Both of you usually discuss your day, your hobbies, your interests and just the randomest topics possible. He’s incredibly sweet.

Megs is a sweetheart. He would treat this more like a date than any of the other Megatrons. He would make beforehand preparations, picking out locations and even picking your favorite kind of drink.

The two of you usually do this in the woods, away from all the noise of the city and away from all prying human eyes as well as optics.

He would include human drinks as well if you like them— wine, vodka, beer, whiskey, brandy; you name it. This Megatron is much more open to trying new stuff. He likes wine and beer a lot. Even if both of your frames struggle to combust it.

Megatron might share old war stories of his. He doesn’t share them with a happy face though, Megatron here is ashamed of who he once was and truly resents the things he’s done. He wants to change for the better. It’s best if you don’t mention his past during these wholesome times with him.

Affectionate. Behind his gaze is just pure love-struckness when his optics land on you, this only gets amplified when he’s drunk.

He verbally shows this love through mild teasing.

He’s really old and he’s ridiculously mature now. Megatron wouldn’t get into any drunk antics unfortunately and he will drink only to a certain limit. He is not getting blacked out.

Will definitely accompany you back home. Megatron will make sure that you’re safe and sound before he returns to the GHOST headquarters

He’s so babygirl.

WFC Megatron:

This mech is probably the most unstable Cybertronian out there.

All the other Megatrons have at least some sort of time for you but this guy? He’s planning, surveying and assessing the Decepticon army and assets. Making battle plans, coming up with formations, interrogating Autobot POWs, reading reports sent from the scouts and spies. In other words, this Megatron is a pure workaholic and he barely gets any time with you.

Which is why he so happily (even if he doesn't look like it on the outside) acceots your offer to drink with you.

Megatron in this universe, while drunk, just begins venting and ranting. He’ll even maybe shed tears, if he was capable. The only time he’ll ever openly discuss how he feels about things entirely is when he’s drunk. Intoxication with him is purely emotional.

Megatron has done a lot of downright devious and heinous scrap which he justifies by convincing himself that it was for the ‘greater good’. He does feel bad for doing so, he even envies Shockwave to an extent as he doesn’t feel any emotion. Megs knows he’s doing it wrong but he just can’t see another way for it to work.

Energon shortages make it difficult for drinking sessions but he does have a small stash of engex he’d kept safe long before the war. Megatron isn’t picky at all here. If it works, he’ll have it. He had stolen some from a random upper class bot back during his gladiatorial times. You also have your own private stash.

Megatron will drink until he feels entirely numb, devoid of all emotion. He had insanely high tolerance and doesn’t black out. If he wasn’t the leader of the Decepticons, he would’ve been the Cybertronian equivalent of an alcoholic.

Him getting drunk with you is just him pouring out all of his emotions to you. Megatron is not alright in the processor and he desperately needs a hug. Whenever he needs a drink, he just needs comfort.

And he does find comfort. Not just in the drink but with your company as well. You’re the one ‘Con he knows that will never betray him and he loves you, you’re the only one he trusts. Megatron really does. He even smiles at you often when its just you two. You’re the Elita to his Prime. Cybertron is in ruins, it's uninhabitable, it can’t even be called his home. A home is somewhere where you can live respectably, Cybertron was anything but that. The only real home to Megatron is your embrace.

He’s sacrificed nearly everything for Cybertron. For his quest to fulfil the Decepticon cause and bring forth a just Cybertron. Megatron absolutely dreads the day where he will have to sacrifice you as well for the cause and for Cybertron and he will have to do it, he knows. He knows that he won’t have a choice.

So he tries his very best to spend the limited quality time he gets with you to the fullest. He desperately wants to detach from his reality but he doesn’t have a choice— he has to stay strong for all the other Decepticons. He wants this war over as much as any other Cybertronian does but only until Optimus admits defeat.

You do try to make the situation less dark by trying to squeeze in a light hearted joke or two. They do make him smile, rarely.

Do not ever bring up Optimus Prime in any given situation. Megatron gets drunk to detach himself from reality. Bringing up the bot that ruined his life from Megatron’s perspective will just make him sour.

He loves you, he really does. Megatron would mourn you in silence for the rest of his lifetime if you were to be terminated, it would damn near break him. He’s surprisingly the most sentimental and emotional out of all the Megatrons. He never hides his intentions, he’s honest about that at least when compared to most of the other Megatrons. He is blunt and will just say things to your face. He might toy with you if he finds doing so in the current conversation amusing.

Just give him some hope that things will get better, that you believe he’s doing the ‘right thing’. Hope is what Megatron needs the most in such dark times. You give him hope.

Megatron hopes everyday that he never has to lose you. He gets uncharacteristically soft and slightly needy when drunk. He just needs someone there.

BW Megatron:

Megatron, unlike all the other Megatrons, genuinely doesn’t like getting drunk at all. He believes that it’s just a cheap petty distraction from reality for the weak minded, an escape if anything and if Megatron wants to take out the Maximals and bring forth a Predacon-ruled Cybertron, he can’t afford to have distractions.

Especially in his current state, stranded on a primitive planet with troops that are small in number and ridiculously incompetent, trapped in a compromised situation against a Maximal troop with dwindling resources on both sides, Megatron has to scheme if he and his dream are to survive.

But there was an occasion where he did indulge in some high grade, only the fancy ones though. It's bad enough that he stoops as low as to chase a high but as long as it’s something expensive and exquisite, he doesn’t mind as much as he normally would.

A very small part of the energon that the Predacons mine are in fact distilled and refined and turned into quality high grade energon. Quickstrike is usually in charge of that, Megatron takes as much as he pleases from those reserves.

These high grade reserves are mainly there just to sedate the rowdy and incompetent following that Megatron was unfortunate enough to recruit, he needs something to motivate them.

When Optimus Primal is really starting to get on his nerves, Megatron takes a good strong drink. Especially when Primal returned with a transmetal form. That ticked him off.

Megatron has a rather average tolerance. He’s in between Armada and TFP Megs. He generally doesn’t like to have company, even if it's you but there is an undeniable loneliness within him— but that's mostly because it sucks to be the only smart one in a group.

You just so happened to be walking by to catch him and he made you swear to never tell anyone else. But since you were there anyway, he might as well let you enjoy it with him.

Don’t be fooled, Megaton has absolutely no emotional attachment to you what so ever. To him, you’re an actually usable asset so he only value you in that sense so he’s almost always professional on duty. To him, a bot is just a means to an end. But at least the means to an end in this case was somewhat more refined and amusing than the other classless brutes he had on-board.

He’s a smooth talker, he knows just what to say to get your circuits in a knot. He’s either very formal, very suggestive or flat out snarky— no in-betweens.

The interactions would be rather short as compared to the other Megatrons. He doesn’t appreciate company a lot and he has actually for once has no ulterior motive other than to just get wasted.

He would never drink till he’s blackout drunk, he’s got way more self control than any of the other Megatrons. BW Megs is way more responsible.

I WROTE FOR LIKE SIX MEGATRONS and there's still IDW, Cybertron, TFO, Cyberverse like bruh. im probably not gonna write for those for though bc this is one of my older works on ao3 i wrote on a whim. I've barely watched half of ES btw, that's why it's not in my request list.

guess who's my favorite transformer? also, the ES Megs might not be that nice cause my lame ass only watched a quarter of ES S1. i didn't finish it lmao. still havent.

[robobrainrot]

Bring back Firetruck Optimus ‼️🚒❤️‍🔥

Los Angeles needs this man rn. I'm not in a danger zone but it's been snowing ash and smells like campfire outside.

[still-not-over-transformers]

hi! May I request a GN!human Reader x TFA!Swindle,

maybe reader and swindle make some sort of deal with each other (but swindle being swindle) is the one who gets the better end of the deal.

A Mutually Beneficial Partnership

TFA Swindle x GN Human Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1000+

You were nervous as you stood outside a large warehouse on a pier, waiting amongst a group of other people. This would be the first time you had ever personally attended a black market weapons auction, as you normally had your assistant Steve go in your place and represent you. Well, Steve got arrested for tax fraud and now you were stuck here amongst various shady and unsavory individuals you preferred to avoid. 

You specialized in acquiring illegal merchandize, primarily weaponry, and selling it online through the dark web for maximum profit. Currently the hot items were anything Cybertronian, especially weapons. Ever since those autobots arrived on Earth, acquiring and selling Cybertronian items became very lucrative, but you knew how to be careful. Security opened the large garage-like door to the storage unit, allowing all attendees to enter in single-file, each “guest” being searched for weapons upon entry. 

As you finally entered the venue, you found your seat and waited until the auction began. After the auctioneer graced the stage, multiple black market items began to circulate on and off the stage, many attendees shouting out their bids. Almost as soon as the first Cybertronian item, a null ray, appeared on stage the room was illuminated by bright spotlights. Aggressive voices resounded from loudspeakers held by Officer Fanzone, “EVERYONE PUT YOUR HANDS UP! YOU ARE ALL UNDER ARREST FOR PARTICIPATING IN THE ILLEGAL SALE OF CYBERTRONIAN WEAPONRY.” Various Detroit P.D. officers burst into the venue, followed by none other than Optimus Prime, sending everyone into a panicked frenzy. 

Instead of heading for one of the exits like the other attendees, you made a beeline for the stage entrance, sneaking past the gaze of the officers. You made your way backstage and eventually found your way to the storage area where the illegal items were housed. As you attempted to find an escape route, you heard footsteps not far behind you. As you panicked, you spotted an unattended S.U.V./Jeep vehicle. You rush towards the vehicle and pull on the door handle and quickly climb inside, hoping to hide. 

To your horror, the exit doors of the building open up allowing a flood of Detroit P.D. officers inside. Suddenly the engine turns on, and the vehicle peels towards the exit, forcing the officers to dive out of the way. In the passenger seat, you start to freak out as you’re taken on a terrifying ride via a self-driving car. 

After what felt like a lifetime, the vehicle finally came to a stop after reaching a rural and isolated area away from the warehouse. The passenger door opens and you bolt out of the vehicle, adrenaline coursing through your veins. 

Suddenly the vehicle before you transformed into a massive robot. No, a Decepticon, you thought as you recognized the purple insignia on the robot. The Decepticon, Swindle, looked down at (Y/N), “Well, if this isn’t an unexpected situation we have here. That was a close call with the police and Optimus Prime of all things.” 

You were in shock, but you were also upset at this situation you were now in. You shouted up at Swindle, “Unexpected situation? You’re the one who kidnapped me!” 

Raising an optic ridge at (Y/N), Swindle leans downwards to get a closer look, “Well pardon the intrusion, but you were the one who tried to use me to hide. Not to mention, I graciously helped you escape. Otherwise you’d most likely be in a prison cell, hm?”

You froze, surprised by both the nerve and wit of this Decepticon, and the fact that you hadn’t been blasted to smithereens yet. Hesitantly you spoke, “Okay you have a point… Thank you?”

“HEYY, think of it as an investment towards a future partnership!” Swindle gestures towards you. “Now, what is a human like you doing attending a black market auction for Cybertronian weapons? You don’t look the type if I’m being honest,” he notices your attire lacked the usual ‘shady’ vibe most humans dawned at such criminal events. 

You were hesitant to divulge any of your personal information to a Decepticon, but you had no idea what he would do if you weren’t cooperative. “This was my first time going to one of these things. Normally I hire someone to attend for me, but my usual go-to was compromised so I had to cut ties and go myself.” 

Swindle is intrigued by your response, a smirk creeping across his face as he senses a potential opportunity before him to gain a human puppet *ahem* partner… He flashed an optimistic and charming smile, “You know, I’m actually looking for a partner myself. Perhaps you and I could… make a deal? Form a sort of… mutually beneficial relationship? Professionally speaking, of course.”

Being in a tight spot yourself, you entertained the idea. After all, when would you get such an opportunity again? A Cybertronian business partner could provide certain advantages which your competitors surely lacked. “And what exactly do you propose?” you asked curiously, wondering what sort of arrangement you’d be getting yourself into. 

“Nothing unreasonable or too risky. You’d be attending more of these events, and you’ll spot the merchandise. Relay what you see back to me, and I’ll tell you which items are worth the most. And depending if we’re short on funds, you let me in the back and we’ll slip out with the merchandise and be out of there before anyone knows what hit em.”

After weighing the pros and cons, you give your answer, “Decepticon, I think you have a deal” extending your hand towards him. 

Swindle struggles to keep his smile genuine as you agree, “The name’s Swindle, and you, my new business partner?”

“Y/N. I suppose this will be a rather interesting partnership,” you replied, a nervous smile on your face.  A smug look crossed Swindle’s faceplate before he transformed into his alt-mode and opened the door for you. A very interesting partnership… his thoughts were dubious to say the least as the two of you drove away.

[my-quirk-is-fred]

Bad human 🧍🗞️

[cheschesterpossum]

How I imagine Cybertron music to sound like, probably.

[3ic95id864pg]

Let's get retarded (Ha)! Let's get retarded in here!

[mouseycometz]

Meditating as a way to grow closer together. 🍂🌸

(🎨 by @avoidghost)