#Mech reader

[stickytrigger69]

ooo could we get a thing with subby tfp starscream being kind of a brat with a mech reader? i imagine his wings are sensitive, so reader rubs them while he teases his spike at screamer’s entrance, that kinda thing,,, throw a “good boy” in there too please? thank you!!!

TFP Starscream x Mech Reader

Mech reader

Submissive Starscream, Dominant Reader

NSFW, minors dni

(A/N) I accidentally posted before I even started, so I did start it but then my phone turned off and lost all of the fucking progress, I feel like that picture of pepe pulling at his eyelids. (yes I wrote it all while at work)

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"The audacity! How dare he!" Staracream grumbles, pacing back and forth like a caged mechanimal, "He can't do that to me, be that way with ME?! of all mechs on the ship." His small servos wave around in the air, the even smaller object in his servo makes you a little nervous. You've been watching him for the past 5 minutes, at the least, trying to make sure he doesn't hurt himself in the middle of his hissy fit.

"Darling?" You try getting his attention.

"I'm his most valuable, his second hand mech." He stomps past you, then turns on his heel to go back around.

"Darling, sweetspark." You speak softly and affectionately, you know hes frustrated so you're treading as lightly as possible.

"Ugghhh, it's not fair!!" He cries and turns to face you, throwing the object in your direction. Without thinking, you swat it away before it can touch you, and within seconds, you're standing in front of him, his wrist in your large servo. "Ah, let go of me!" He starts pulling against you, but you don't budge.

"No, you're misbehaving." You say simply, looking at him voidly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to throw it at you, I'm just so-" He scrambles to apologize.

"Frustrated, I know darling, but," you grab his chin and make him look in your optics, "That's no excuse for your bad behavior. I think you need to be punished." You peck his derma gently. He shivers, and that's all you need to begin picking him up and pulling him flush to your frame. A deep kiss has him relax, and a smack to his faceplate alerts him again of the trouble he's in.

"But I..." You shush him, making him gasp and swallow his words.

"If you're a good boy, I'll be nice." You promise, which makes his optics sparkle almost. "Will you be a good boy for me?" He nods. "Then show me, baby." You set him down, and without another word or thought, he gets on his knees and prods gently at your panel until it opens. Your spike has begun to pressurize, but not completely, so when he starts touching you and licking and sucking and nipping at it, the brighter the biolights glow, and the bigger it pressurizes. You let him do his job until you hear his panel pop as well. "Alright, come here."

He stands in front of you for a deep kiss. You start fiddling with his wings, rubbing and circling the bumps and crevices, occasionally making him moan into your mouth. He grinds his hips forward, valve aching for your spike and dripping with sweet fluid. "Please." He pleads between a kiss

"Please, what baby boy?" You ask, tugging and pinching lightly at his sensitive wings.

With a moan, he answers breathlessly, "Frag me already, please, Daddy." He grinds his hips into the air again. With one thought in your processor, you lay him on the berth. His servos hold onto your neck, playing with the cables while you stare at him. Admiring your beautiful mate. With a servo on the side of his faceplate and the other on his wing, you start prodding the head of your spike at his entrance.

"You're so beautiful, my good boy." With a sweet kiss, you thrust fast and hard into his tight valve. He moans into the kiss again, this time louder. "Good boy." You sit up on your knees and look down at him. He already looks spent, but there's so much more ahead of him. Your left servo takes hold of his throat, and you start pounding unto his valve. He holds his legs up for you like you've taught him. "Such a good boy." You grunt and groan into the air. His valve is so tight and wet.

After a few hours of non-stop fragging, you sit at the edge of the berth, Starscream lying in the middle of it, sprawled out. Transfluid pooling out from his valve. You're reading more mission briefs. At least you had the chance to clear your processor before you had work to do. You stand, stretch, and sigh. You look down at your lover, so soft and sweet, misunderstood and mistreated. It makes your tanks churn and spark ignite.

Starscream wakes up to incessant pings. He sits up clean and refreshed, oh he needed that spike more than he thought, but the more he thinks, the more he wants. His panel pops open again, "Scrap!"

[grimmsbride]

the moment a writer starts hating on amber or using her as a “villain” in a mark x reader fanfic i drop the shit so fast. i’m so not interested in the villianizing this already poor disposable black girlfriend stereotype when there’s proof she fully supports eve and mark — so why wouldn’t she approve of reader and mark??

literally some of the fandom writes her off as the worst gf ever because of s1 as if she didn’t change & also made it known in their breakup that she knows she’s acting for “too much” from him and being selfish.

my girl deserves better 😞

[dragqueenstarscream]

i will forever love the idea of cybertronians carrying their humans on their shoulders or stowing them away in their subspace as they're going about their day. like, just imagine sitting there in optimus' chest subspace, watching out his front windows as cybertron goes past. whenever he talks to you, his voice rumbles all around you, a constant sign that you're safe there with him. every once in a while, he'll reach up to his chest, smiling as he feels you right next to the matrix.

[earthsparked]

You’ve never been this sick before. You’ve had tonsillitis as a kid, typical flus and colds, a memorable bout or three with bronchitis and, of fucking course, came down with covid a couple times. None of those illnesses were like this. Something has gotten inside your head.

You make a quiet noise of complaint as what feels like cold metal surrounds you, painful against your hot skin, even through the blanket wrapped around you. You feel so cold, but you’re sweaty and dizzy. The world isn’t right. Everything’s too big and bright and moving wrong. Your head’s stuffed full of cotton and you’re not thinking right. And there’s a voice you don’t know, rich and deep, with a strange modulation to it you can’t place.

Sorry, little one, but your internal temperature is creeping past the danger zone for your species with no signs of stopping. Much higher and you’re risking processor damage. Don’t be afraid, we’re going to help you.

A machine sort of noise and rush of air, with a very quiet addition you don’t quite catch. I hope.

You are too sick to do much of anything except feel horribly confused, weak, and cold. You flinch away from the light, its brightness like ice picks into your head. There’s another voice snapping something about photosensitivity, dim the slagging lights. The brightness fades, but even in the dim twilight you don’t really want to open your eyes. Everything hurts. You just want to go home.

There’s a hushed argument, and then something very large moves over you. In your delirium it registers as if you’re swimming deep underwater, and a pod of whales has come to say hello.

‘S illegal. Getting me in trouble…caught. You’re mumbling to the whales. You’re not ever supposed to approach wildlife. Even if you always dreamed of meeting them.

That rumbling voice sounds so tired, so sad, that you feel bad for it.

Are they conscious? Are they trying to communicate with us?

A pause. The other voice speaks. There’s a sense of something big hovering directly over you. You can feel it somehow, even with your eyes closed, like feeling a current in the ocean.

No, I don’t think so. Their brain activity is alarming compared to baseline. But who in the Pit knows? Organic processors are a mess to begin with, let alone one infected with something this species has never encountered before.

A big blue whale-song, mournful. We never should have come here. What have we done, Ratchet?

The other, more gruff voice. Also sounding tired. We couldn’t have known that the debris brought a contagion planetside until it happened. Don’t panic just yet, Prime. So far, they’re the only one directly exposed. We got them in quarantine as soon as Nurse Darby realized something was wrong beyond the usual illnesses. It was just bad luck they happened to come across the contamination before we could clean it all up. There’s no reason to believe it can jump from human to human yet.

There’s a pause, and the first voice is even quieter.

Will they live?

There’s more motion. Beeping noises. You must be in a hospital. Yes, you remember that much. Going into the ER late one night after the Tylenol wouldn’t touch your fever, which had come on suddenly.

I can’t make promises, you know that. I don’t know much about this contagion. I didn’t even know it could behave this way in organics when it’s harmless to us.

He sounds frustrated.

But I was fine, the groggy thought drifts up from the depths of your mind. Everything is slow and dark and cold, a thousand fathoms deep.

I was fine, I went out doing my volunteer work. And then I got sick.

You don’t remember meeting your doctors. There might have been an ambulance…you think? Flashing lights, sirens. A woman’s worried voice, low, as she adjusted the IV in your arm. It’s what is making you feel so cold, you decide, and with all your frail strength begin trying to grab and wrench it out.

An immediate shuffle around you, and the grumpy whale reaches out and stops you. You push weakly at its rubbery flipper. It’s a whale, a humpback whale you think. You have about as much chance of moving it as you do lifting an ambulance.

Eh-eh-eh! None of that, now. You pull that out and neither of us will enjoy me trying to put it back in. Optimus, hand me the - yes, thank you.

You whimper softly and cry out as you find you can’t move. There’s things touching you - seaweed, wires, tangling you. Everything’s cold.

There. Sorry, human, but we can’t have you hurting yourself. …why am I even talking to them, they’re not going to remember any of this.

You huff and decide very hard to remember this just because you were told you wouldn’t. You forget a minute later what it was you were trying to remember, and start thrashing around against the seaweed. The beeping gets louder, more painful.

Can’t ever make anything easy, can you?

What are you doing?

I’m going to use the medication June left to sedate them.

But didn’t she say that could -

Yes, but - well, look at them!

Look at who? You wonder, as you fight off the tangling seaweed. You should find the surface. You need to breathe. You’re starting to feel scared. You can’t breathe.

The humpback whale is distressed. Somehow you can feel it, you know it. If they were a mech I could put them in stasis, keep them from suffering like this. This is cruel, Optimus. I - I don’t know.

He sounds defeated, angry. So tired. You reach out past the seaweed to try and pet him, because if the whales are going to insist on hanging out, you might as well earn that huge fine for touching the wildlife. Your sensitive palm makes contact with cold, hard skin, almost like it’s absorbed all the ice in the ocean. There’s a feeling of surprise, and silence, and then something crashes like a wave in the distance. There are big booming sounds. Those waves slamming into rocky, echoing caverns.

Watch them a moment. I’m going to consult with June. Do not let them tear that IV out. Comm me if their breathing gets worse.

The big blue whale is back, filling in the absence of the humpback. It catches your hand in its massive flipper, then brushes your wet hair out of your face. You had always heard whales were impossibly gentle despite their enormous size. You hadn’t quite imagined they could be this dexterous, though.

I’m sorry this happened to you. You did nothing wrong. You and so many other innocents, harmed because of us.

You squeeze his flipper, you think, but things are getting very hazy.

Please live. There is so much more to the universe that you deserve to get to see. I don’t know if you can hear me, but don’t give up.

His voice, even full of pain deep as the bottom of the sea, is comforting. You don’t want him to be so sad. But that’s what whalesong always is, isn’t it?

The humpback comes back. He’s doing something with the IV. You had no idea whales knew how to do that. You didn’t know they could be white and red, either. Don’t tell Ahab.

June says to increase the dosage and keep giving fluids. The tests she’s running show this formulation should drive out the infection, but…

But?

…but not without…impacts.

What kind of impacts? …Ratchet?

We can’t be sure. This is all highly experimental, Prime, we’re working off of practically nothing. June thinks it’s doing something to their central nervous system. We don’t know what, yet. It’s going to be a race to see what gives in first: the infection, or their vital systems.

A rumble, contemplative. At least they seem to have calmed. Their heart rate is down to almost normal.

For now. A pause. If they recover, we can’t keep this one. Fowler can find somewhere to stash them, I’m sure.

Silence.

Oh, for - Optimus! We’re not running a xeno-zoo!

Let us wait and see if that is even a conversation we will need to have, old friend.

Disgruntled feelings like poprocks in your mind.

…fine. Oh.

Oh?

Their fever has come down two-tenths of a point. That’s a start in the right direction. Let’s get that oxygen mask on and see if it helps. Of all the gasses to breathe, they had to pick one of the most flammable. Who even designed this fragging species? I want a word with them.

The whales are singing, and you decide it’s not so scary down here, after all. It reminds you of that song. You wheeze out a few words.

Beyond th’ sea, somewhere…waiting…

Hush. Rest, now. Big blue, biggest animal ever on earth. And for some reason, it cares about you.

You fall asleep under a blanket of seaweed, and eventually the ocean doesn’t feel so cold. You’re part of a pod, swimming slowly compared to them, but swimming all the same. And at least you’re not alone down in the dark. Maybe when you wake, you’ll get to see them breach the surface, leaping into the warmth of the sun. Maybe you’ll get to leap with them.

[utility-cavities]

My piece for @medicalgradezine, cramming in medical data during lunchbreak.

Leftover sales: https://medicalgradezine.bigcartel.com/

[reader-from-nowhere]

Art jumpscare!!!

Yeahhh I draw too, just recently got an ipad and is still getting used to it tho so I doodled a bunch of mech Jazz au by @keferon :D

[gofishygo]

everyone always talks about ‘medic reader’ this and ‘teammate reader’ that but what abt weapons engineer/mechanic reader ?

just a silly little fella who helps out the 141 with their weapons when they go out of whack, who works very closely with the team to coordinate certain weapons for specific missions .

they’d probably have a really close bond with soap , both having fun with testing demolitions together . who’s able to add in ideas and carry conversations with you when you ramble on about weapons . johnny pulls you close to him when they get startled from the loud noise of an explosion , laughing a little at how they excuse their sudden vulnerability with ‘not expecting it to be that loud’.

price who seeks them out when he’s having issues with his cm901, having to endure your age-long lectures about not accidentally slamming the barrel to hard. he subconsciously makes sure the brush his hand over yours when he finally retrieves his now-fixed weapon.

yeah nyways weapon mech! reader has my heart

[jackalackqwq]

@revelboo you and transformer's spike keep giving me sparkling fever

Drawings down below based on NSFW uno reverse spark scenario 👍

I probably need to touch grass after this 😅

[rawmeknockout]

Yandere G1 Autobots (★ ω ★) (part 1?)

Optimus Prime

00 + Optimus isn't hard to win over. If anything, he's certain it was sparkmates at first sight. He sees you as energetic and full of life, a bright light in the midst of so much pain. Seeing you openly and eagerly interacting with the his beloved comrades, getting up everyday ready to take on whatever life offers, this is what gets his spark pounding for you. He doesn't show it, especially not to the other Autobots, but there are many days where even getting up out of berth is hard for him. Optimus questions whether he's truly doing the right thing, if his choices will only result in his friends and the people he's trying to protect suffering in vain, but knowing he will get to see your smile is enough to pull him out of a glum mood. At this point, you may as well be the reason his spark beats...

01 + He's not so insecure and pushy as to think he has to watch you 24/7. In fact, observing you in secret is somewhat of a luxury to him, not an obligation, but he is incredibly protective. It's embedded in his coding. Even if you've proved countless times that you can care for yourself, Optimus obviously worries more for you than for any soldier under his command.

02 + He's never voiced it aloud to you (it's still far too early in, what Optimus is sure will be, your long and prosperous relationship) but he believes you two are fated for each other, Primus-ordained sparkmates if you will. In his processor, you two fit together like complementary pieces. He was made for you and you for him. He bristles at the mere mention another mech might have optics for you, but Optimus knows you two will be together. The idea that you might not be keen on dating your superior, much less be in a serious relationship with a Prime, is something he actively tries not to think about.

03 + Optimus has never used it, to your knowledge, but he does have access to all the rooms on the Ark. Just the idea is thrilling to him. That he could access you, your most personal space, any time he wants. The guilt and shame is still too much to actually use this access when you're in your habsuite, but he's invited himself in during one or two particularly hard days, so he can press his face into your pillow to inhale your scent and run his fingers along your most prized items. Imagining holding you in your very own berth is enough to send a shiver up his spinal strut. But it's only a matter of time before the novelty wears off.

04 + It's not immediately obvious to most mechs, but he tends to be much more stern when you're involved. He tries not to let it be too apparent. Once, Sideswipe clipped your leg when he was racing Sunstreaker to the rec room, and Optimus tore into them (well, for Optimus Prime) in front of the rest of the Autobots. They were on clean-up duty for two months and bumped to the latest lunch schedule.

05 + Should he find you getting too close to another mech, Optimus, though loathe to do it, is not above using his authority and social standing to put a wedge between you two. The mech may come to Optimus for relationship advice, or general advice on handling being so close to someone while in the middle of a war, and OP would pounce on the opportunity to gently convey just how dangerous that is for you; what a strain that could put on the Autobots' morale and camaraderie, should this mech find themselves too distracted with your safety in the heat of battle. If they don't come to him, Optimus might instead reach out to them or you to express concern over how much of a distraction this could be for the Autobot cause.

06 + If really pushed, if you really tried to put distance between you and him, or, Primus forbid, tried to leave, Optimus wouldn't be the type to use brute force. However, he's definitely not leaving you unrestrained. Getting you locked up in the brig is his first choice, since it makes sense for his position, but if you continued to be fussy and difficult, he would instead make it a permanent solution by locking you up in his quarters. Optimus isn't proud of it, and certainly would prefer to let you roam free, but you're clearly not thinking rationally. You may not understand now, but he knows you'll eventually see that the two of you were made for each other. You just haven't caught up yet. The Matrix allows him to understand and see the universe for how it ought to be; a way to convene with Primus' will, some believe. Optimus feels a pull to you that must be something divine. You just haven't felt it yet.

Prowl

00 + Most likely is drawn to you if you're soft and agreeable. He's not attracted to the overly sentimental, not usually, but you're able to 'see passed' his hardass demeanor and try to see the mech underneath all the logical armor. What you don't know is, that's just Prowl. Yes, he's got a spark and feelings, but the Prowl you see is who he truly is. Only later do you realize, and by then it's too late. Prowl is smitten with you. He's never been the object of so much positive attention and earnest effort. He's absolutely ravenous for more.

01 + Will write you up to keep you on the Ark, safe from Decepticon activity. In his strategic plans, you're almost always pushed back away from the frontlines. Prowl rationalizes, even to himself, that your ranged capabilities are much more important for the Autobot offense/defense than any hand-to-hand grappling you could do. Whether or not that actually proves to be true...

02 + Even if it's not actually logistically possible, Prowl is pretty intent on keeping you away from the other Autobots. At least socially and intimately. Assigning you the longest patrol routes, putting you in the brig for extended periods for minor violations, and, most egregiously, covertly spreading (false) rumors of your Decepticon ties. Anything to keep you isolated from what he sees as corrupting influences. Prowl is quite aware that if you have the option of other mechs for company, you're less likely to choose your stern superior. Even if you come to him out of desperation, for now that's good enough.

03 + Prowl is likely significantly older than you, even if there's no species difference, so he feels almost obligated, responsible, for showing you the ways of the world. Guiding you like a mentor would. To him, it's not just about keeping you safe but it's also romantic. That he gets his own servos on shaping and molding you, on fitting your experience with the world in a way that is... appropriate, according to his sensibilities. He doesn't just want to impress his own sense of rationale and morality upon you, although that is part of it, but also ensure you understand why a mech like him is the obvious choice for someone like you. He's certain you'll come to understand his logic and embrace it.

04 + Even with you, even should you miraculously put up with him, Prowl isn't going to readily share his loneliness with you. He finally has you within reach, he's not going to mess this up. If anything, the idea of having you firmly within his grasp only makes him more uptight. He's just waiting for some bot to try to swoop in and steal you away, a scenario he's quite paranoid about. He's tried to come up with multiple strategies to avoid this, but his most effective, and most used, by far is isolating you from other mechs. It's fine if you're lonely, it's fine if you end up ostracized like him, but you aren't allowed to leave him. He's going to keep you by his side and that's that.

05 + He's not the easiest to talk to, but, like Jazz, he can recite everything you've ever told him word for word. Prowl even takes a bit of pride in cataloguing the information you let him have. He's a logical kind of mech, not able to handle emotions well, but how you think and feel: well, that's just a fact about you to be filed away for later. How other mechs feel can be a way to manipulate them, a way to pinpoint their weaknesses, but from you it's a way to delve deeper into your processor and find out how you really tick. With this information, in his mind, Prowl can find out what you need in order to stay at least complacent at his side.

06 + The end justifies the means, so Prowl is definitely not opposed to using force. He won't necessarily like it, but there's plenty of things he's had to do that he doesn't like. If he needs to take limbs, he will take limbs. If he has to keep you suspended in a cage, he'll make it happen. This is something you will come to live with, he's certain of it. Every being can be bent to fit they mold they live in, adapted to the environment given enough time. It's only logical that an upright spinal strut will bend. You will come to learn that what you need, Prowl can provide, and, hopefully, one day you'll be grateful to him for what you have.

Jazz

00 + Jazz is used to being the life of the party, close to every mech in the Ark, but you draw him in with how quiet and understanding you appear. Gentle. It's much different from all the mechs Jazz is around day in and day out, used to the rough and tumble, the rowdy, the friendly bordering on manic, but you are quieter in your kindness. Jazz loves a good party, but what he would love even more is a pair of arms to wrap around him like they'll never let go, like they never want to let go. He's almost a bit crazy for it.

01 + Equal parts friendly and enigmatic, Jazz is impossible to get away from. If he's not by your side he's got optics on you. Not necessarily physical optics, either. You can be in a room totally alone and yet feel like you're being watched constantly. Gathering intel is second nature to Jazz at this point, so it's hardly a chore to him to keep tabs on you. In fact, the thought has never crossed his mind that maybe he shouldn't. If he's not by your side, he still wants to know every part of your day. Just in case you try to lie to him.

02 + Even with his visor on, his gaze is piercing. It can feel like Jazz is dissecting you in the middle of small talk. He still has that friendly smile on, but every word feels like you need to make a deliberate choice to keep him happy. Intense, you could call it. In his processor, Jazz is just taking in everything there is about your features, committing them to memory. He already has a good idea of how you'll answer his questions, so really it's just a way to spend time with you.

03 + You'll want to treat him like a friend and a confidante. This is Jazz, the life of the party and everyone's favorite superior, why wouldn't you want an excuse to spend time with him. But the more time you spend with him the more wrong it will feel. Somehow he'll weasel his way into getting an invitation to your habsuite, carefully inspecting everything and asking questions about your life. Before you realize it, you're spending every day with him at your side. And every part of it feels off. He's your cool, fun-loving superior. Spending time with him is doing wonders for your credibility among the other Autobots. Still, there's something overbearing, something just under the surface, that you can't quite name. An intention or an expectation, perhaps. Somehow, you feel like you may be expected to pay him back...

04 + He loves to leave his items in your habsuite, and would love it if you would , in turn, leave things in his room, as well. The intermingling of your items. As if you two are but a hop away from living together. If you insist on keeping your things separate, picking up items you may have left, he may be forced to 'lift' a few things from your room. Of course, he'll always play it off like you forgot these items in his habsuite yourself, feigning concern over your strenuous work schedule, but Jazz is all smiles. This would be so much less of a problem if you would just room with him.

05 + Jazz would prefer you come to him rather than him having to tie you up, but he's not exactly opposed to the idea. He just prefers the assurance that you want him when you come to him of your own accord, even if that is because of his own slow pulling and prodding. It's like the old myth of the frog in the pot of water, Jazz will slowly get you used to the idea of being with him, so that overtime you become amenable to actions and situations that should be kept between romantic partners. Slowly he blurs the line between you, where you don't think to question whether he's your friend or lover. You'll simply seek him out without asking yourself why.

06 + A Jazz that isn't smiling is not one you want to be alone with. He's not happy with how you've been avoiding him, seeking out other mechs, trying to explain to Optimus that Jazz is making you uncomfortable. That hurts, love. He's just trying to be friendly. But perhaps you're trying to push him to take action on what he feels. If you wanted him to show you what you do to him then he's happy to oblige.

Ironhide

00 + He's unequivocally drawn to how playful you are with him. Perhaps you two will banter back and forth, nothing really venomous despite the jabs at his age and the scars across his frame. Perhaps you've just got a silly, lighthearted way about you, making off-kilter, borderline incomprehensible jokes that never fail to get a laugh out of the more gruff and serious Autobots. Ironhide likes that you have a way of keeping things bright and lively, laughing even when the odds are against you.

01 + He doesn't like to admit he's got a soft spot for you. Ironhide doesn't like to admit he's got a soft side at all (though he's not as repressed as Brawn when it comes to his feelings). He knows there's a time and place for being open and vulnerable, but Ironhide isn't one for poetic words or giving you flowers. He's all about holding you down in the ways that count, even if you don't ask or want him to. Ironhide is more about blowing a Decepticon's face off if they so much as lay a servo on you. That's romance in Ironhide's book.

02 + Ironhide knows he's older than most mechs, but that doesn't get him down. In fact, he sees it as a bit of a challenge from younger impertinent mechs. Sure, he doesn't have a smooth faceplate or a sexy alt-mode, but he's got more to offer. He has what you need, what he knows you need, even if you don't realize it yourself.

03 + He expects to be 'taking the lead' in your (nonexistent) relationship, so while he tends to be bossy towards every Autobot it's most prevalent with you. He has to keep you in line, is all, and keep you out of trouble. He's also not opposed to mech-handling you if need be. It's acceptable, in his opinion, because you two are basically an item and conjunxes need to be firm and raw with each other. You need to do right by your conjunx even if other mechs don't understand or approve.

04 + Has been known to pull you down onto his lap while he's in the middle of a card game with the other higher ups. Try as you might, fidgeting and nervous laughing, he's got a firm grasp and doesn't intend to let his paramour slip away in his free time. There's nothing he likes better than spending his break sipping high-grade, playing cards, and holding his wriggling sweetspark on his lap.

05 + He doesn't mind a chase, but don't make him chain you down. Ironhide likes when you play coy and hard to get, but eventually the game gets old. He'll chase you down if he has to, but he can't promise you'll like what happens when he catches you. Is much more keen on using physical intimidation to keep you compliant. Ironhide doesn't want to go through the hassle of keeping you locked up, and really where's the fun in keeping you all cooped up in his habsuite? No, he prefers reminding you why it's only him that can keep you safe, even if that means you have to get hurt in the process.

06 + Won't just mech-handle you into his lap once he's determined you won't be so fussy with him anymore. You may grumble and complain, but Ironhide argues that he needs to hold you on his lap while he writes these boring reports. Don't worry, he assures, he'll reward you for good behavior. But the crooked grin on his face says this reward will do more for him than it will for you.

Ratchet

00 + You probably drew his attention with your earnest and hardworking nature and/or bravery in the face of the unknown. He's met plenty of bots in his time, seen some of the brightest sparks dim in under the crushing weight of the war, but there are a special few that stand out as resilient and everlasting. Ratchet has learned to hold these individuals close, otherwise there is no point. There is no meaning to the struggle if there's not something beautiful and righteous to fight for.

01 + Ratchet is overwhelmingly the most paranoid about your safety. Plenty of Autobots have seen casualties of war, but none more so than Ratchet. He's the one who has to patch every mech up for Primus' sake, the one to put all the pieces back together. He's seen the worst of what the Decepticons can do and he's determined to never have to put you back together. In his concern, Ratchet can be quite overbearing and mean. Of all the mechs, he's probably the hardest to get along with the more love he holds for you. He's almost more stubborn and unmovable than Prowl. Almost.

02 + This is a mech that's really kind of stumped on how to get close to you. He's older than you by a large amount, he's not exactly the friendliest mech, and it's been a while since he's had to push himself to socialize with someone new. Someone he feels so strongly for. Ratchet's way of handling this is probably to force you into the medbay to learn a thing or two about basic repairs and medical practice. It's important and it kills two birds with one stone: you get a bit more hands-on experience with medical care and he gets to be around you. Maybe this way, some of that worry he's constantly holding for you will diminish (it doesn't).

03 + Perhaps the most ornery when it comes to other mechs showing interest in you. Ratchet is well aware how hard he is to get along with, and feels the distance between you, so it puts him on edge when he even thinks about someone more suitable for you figuring out that they could, hypothetically, have a chance. He may not be the youngest bot or the strongest or the most romantic, but what he feels for you is deeper and more meaningful than the way these grunts thirst for you like unruly mutts. They just want something succulent to sink their teeth into, Ratchet, on the other hand, knows what love is. He's fought tooth and nail to keep everything he has safe, he knows the worth of an honest spark. Just let him show you what you mean to him.

04 + He doesn't rush to use his position as CMO to influence you, even though he has overriding authority in cases involving the health and safety of the Autobots. Ratchet doesn't like lording his position over others in the first place. That being said, if there were certain circumstances, such as you being specifically, aggressively targeted by the Decepticons or perhaps a recent near-death encounter, then Ratchet isn't unwilling to formally request you be put on a strictly monitored schedule. Preferably one where you have to frequently check in with a commanding officer in the medbay at certain times.

05 + In fact, with your frequent visits to the medbay, courtesy of scheduled mandatory checkups, you find yourself feeling more weak and lethargic over time. Ratchet assures you he's looking for the cause, but encourages you to rest on a medical berth any time you feel dizzy or faint. Maybe it's your recent workload? Or maybe it's the supplement shots Ratchet has been giving you? He insists you need them for you, supposed, weak constitution. The ceiling of the medbay has become a familiar sight with all the time you spend resting there.

06 + Ratchet is more than pleased with how things have turned out. Sure, he doesn't love drugging you to keep you compliant and docile and, most importantly, within easy access, but a mech has to do what he has to do. When you give him that sleepy, sweet smile and thank him for all his help, apologize for the burden you've put on him, that makes all of this worth it. There's been such a notable shift in your relationship with him, how much more you've come to rely on him, that it wipes away any guilt he might have felt for doing this to you. You're just absolutely darling when you're limp in his arms, letting him ease you back on the medical berth. Hopefully, after the war is settled, he can open up a little clinic on Cybertron, again, and have you close at his side everyday. If he can just keep you safe and out of harms way until then, any questionable action he's had to take will be worth it.

07 + In the event you try to push him away or find out what he's doing, Ratchet won't even have to do anything. Surprisingly, Ratchet is friends (or friendly enough) with quite a few mechs, ones that are obvious and those that are less so, and they will be the ones to pressure you to forgive Ratchet and give him a chance. He's done so much for the Autobots, for Earth, why won't you just let him have this one thing? Give him a chance, he's not that bad once you get to know him. Sure, he's a bit gruff and short-tempered, but he's got a good and noble spark. Ratchet has saved more lives than you could even fathom, has been at the forefront of the war since the beginning, he deserves something meaningful and beautiful. And really, could you even do any better than Ratchet? You're going to be getting pressure from all sides, even plenty of humans owe Ratchet for his willingness and readiness to help. Yikes.

Bumblebee

00 + Let's be real, Bumblebee is probably attracted to you because you make him feel important. It's not necessarily that you make him feel special or that he's craving glory, but you make him feel like 10x the mech he is. You might be delicate or 'fragile' in a sense, someone he sees as vulnerable and in need of protection, but what primarily attracts him to you is that he gets to be the mech that protects you. Perhaps you came to him looking for physical or emotional protection or maybe it's that he's always the first to jump to your defense in battle. You probably have a good history of needing him to be your strength. Bee is known for his overwhelming bravery and good-heart, but very rarely does he actually feel like a hero or a warrior. To him, this position as your guardian is worth more than any military achievement.

01 + Bee doesn't love spying on you. In fact, despite how easy it is for him, he doesn't think it's very romantic or effective when it comes to being close to you. He may be able to gather all the information, but what does it matter if it doesn't lead to a romantic relationship? He'll still do it, just to ensure you don't have a secret lover, but as far as gathering of intel about you it's not his primary way of trying to close the distance. He'd prefer to be close enough to you emotionally that you'll just tell him what he wants to know, anyway.

02 + He's not the strongest the Autobots, but that doesn't make him a pushover. In fact, he's perhaps more scary because he knows he has to play underhanded to keep other mechs away. Bee isn't opposed to getting his servos dirty and hurting other mechs, especially if they're much bigger than him. He once sabotaged Sunstreaker's gym equipment because the mech wouldn't stop pestering you, and this incident put Sunny in the medbay for a week with an injured spinal strut. In Bee's opinion, this is just a necessary evil for the person he loves.

03 + I wouldn't describe him as jealous, because he knows he's a better potential partner than many of the emotionally stunted mechs in the Autobots, but he is unsure whether you'll be attracted to his frame. He's cute, he's harmless, he's not exactly a stud. It's a constant looming insecurity. You make him feel strong and formidable, but is that how you see him? Bee works hard to be the only mech you can think about, the only mech you'll want to think about, sometimes acting in risky or rash ways when he knows you're watching him fight. It's worth any punch to the faceplate if you perceive him as stronger than he is.

04 + Bee 100% wriggles his way into all your free time. It's hard to tell him no, because he's so sweet and friendly. He just wants to be close to you. And he's everybody's little buddy! Would you really tell him to buzz off? Even if you're exasperated, it's often just easier to let him stay by your side than to risk seeing that crestfallen little frown cross his face. He's good company, though, and is willing to sit in silence with you if that's what you want. Just so long as he can be shoulder-to-shoulder with you, in the same space as you, that's all Bee wants for now. Kisses and hugs are common with Bee, he's a more physically comfortable mech than a lot of the other Autobots, and this translates well to his relationship with his human friends. With you, however, the frequency of this type of intimacy can be... not so subtle.

05 + Always volunteers for joint missions with you. If you're going to do anything official, on the field, for the Autobots, he wants to be there. What if he's not there and you get captured? What if he's not there and Starscream has a gun to your head? No, he has to be there! Bee has definitely, over time, filled your mind with all sorts of horror stories of the things he's had to witness over the course of the war. For Bumblebee, this is what he was forged into. The only world he has really experienced. He's just telling you cautionary tales, so maybe you won't stray too far from his side and end up in danger. Even if he's not exactly the strongest mech, when it comes to your safety Bee acts with uncharacteristic ruthlessness. You bring out a side of him that not even his closest friends have seen. He's a different mech entirely when you're involved.

06 + Will blackmail the fuck out of you if you try to push him away. He can't exactly do physical intimidation, even if you're a human. It's just so... barbaric! It's cruel to insinuate he may hurt you (even if it's largely just a bluff). But he's not above playing dirty, as stated before. He'll use anything he has on you at his disposal, even if it makes you turn cold and distant. It's not what he wants to do! You pushed him into it! You have to take as much responsibility as him for this... He's quite scary when he gets serious about hurting you financially/mentally/socially, like a switch has flipped and his sunny personality is gone. You are clearly very important to him.

07 + Don't stay mad at him too long. He may decide he doesn't like the 'new attitude' and get irate with you. Bemoans that you aren't even giving him a chance while he's threatening you. ^.^"

[prowlspaparazzi]

First time with an autobot

Cliffjumper. Valveplug. Minors dni. Fem reader. No foreplay we goin' in.

The feel of velvet flesh squeezing Cliffjumper’s spike had him shuddering slightly. Letting out a guttural groan as he manages to slide some of himself in. Human valve was incredibly tight– yet so soft and warm. He knew he’d have to go slow the entire time. He didn’t mind that. If he went any faster he’d have overloaded by now.

“Primus… that’s so tight…” He murmurs to himself. He shifts his hips forward slightly, keeping his thrusts short and soft. Beneath him was the human woman. The woman that he had become rather personable with.

She was nice. And very curious of Cybertronians and their planet. So much so she had asked Cliffjumper to share this intimate moment with her. It was funny. It wasn’t like he had thought about it. Then again, he didn’t not think about it either. He hadn’t realized until the question left her lips, a sheepish look on her face that their friendship was heading that way.

Frankly, he felt honored to be chosen. This human had built a rapport with a number of autobots. And he wasn’t the only shortstack of the team after all. A few times being mistaken for Bumblebee, but that's because he was just more popular. That stuff didn't matter to Cliffjumper, not with the war going on. But it did stroke his ego a tiny bit to be asked of this. Besides, the autobots were deserted on this pale blue dot indefinitely. No sign of deceptions anywhere in this star’s system either. So, in the meantime, Cliffjumper would indulge in this. Just a bit. Agreeing to do so in the privacy of her somewhat rural home.

He could feel his spike rubbing up against the walls of his human friend. The red bot shudders, doing his best to keep composure and control himself. In the past, due to his smaller size, he had often been the one being spiked. Again, he didn't mind it. But It was rare for him to be given the lead. Being given the chance to show what he can do. How cybertronians do it. He was determined to not give a bad performance. He would not waste this opportunity to make her feel amazing.

She whimpers while her legs wrap around his hips as best as she could manage. The size difference between the two was the best part of all this, but it did come with some pitfalls. To mitigate this, Cliffjumper grabs her ankles. Being careful to use a gentle grip and spread her legs further, raising them slightly. Slowly, his spike buried deeper. At just the right point too he guessed. She arched her back and shivered.

His spike had ridges of plating that caressed the sensitive entrance of her body as he had made that slow, deeper push. Her body stretched slightly to take Cliffjumper in. The delicious feeling of being stretched further than any average human with a dick could. It gave her a mix of both external and internal pleasure. These sensations had her squirm, her hands grasping at the blanket underneath and her shoulders tensing. A hiss of an inhale between her teeth.

“You okay?” The red bot asked in a low murmur close to her face. His frame hunching over slightly to watch her closely during this moment.

She nods hastily, a slight pleased grin forming on her face, “Yeah… Yeah that was so good. Do it again, Cliffjumper.” She adds his name to the end to encourage him.

He acknowledges her request with a nod. Slowly, he pulls his hips back and pushes in again to the same depth just as before. Doing so results in a pleased hum coming from her beneath him. A grunt leaving his voicebox as well. Eventually, he finds a slow and steady rhythm to use. Careful, and considerate.

Her hand comes up to caress along the intricate seams along his frame. Her fingers sliding up until she reaches his faceplate. It was surprisingly tender. His optics meet her eyes.

“I won’t break y’know… You can go a bit faster.” She utters to the autobot.

Cliffjumper’s jaw tightens slightly, “If you say so…” He says in a low rumble and a nod. Holding himself up with his forearms at both sides of her. He takes in an vent and increases his tempo just enough to not overwhelm her or himself. It was a tricky rhythm to find. Her breathing got louder with each press and her eyes began to shut. The red bot smirks a bit to himself slightly.

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Not finishing cuz i ran out of ideas. But I felt like Cliffjumper needed a lil love.

[stickytrigger69]

tfp dom Airachnid x sub mech reader, bondage and masochism/sadism

TFP Dom Airachinid x Sub Mech Cybertronian Reader

NSFW minors DNI!!!

Mech reader

Use of he/him pronouns

Sadist Airachnid, Masochist Male Reader

BDSM Elements!!

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Your lover has left you all alone, bound, and on the hard floor. Servos behind you, pedes under you, and mouth coated beautifully in the webs spun by your dearest lover. Though you're mildly uncomfortable, you can't help the excitement racing through your spark. Just thinking of those fine pointed pedes and slim black legs leading up to perfect hips and chest plate makes you giddy, and your spike pressurize just enough to make you dizzy with lust. Airachnids slim but curved frame is one you could recognize while blind folded. Her fine, glossy lips hiding the cutest fangs make your throat dry. The poison laced on those lips, you're going mad.

And how she's bragged about you, her own pride and joy embodied in the frame of her favorite mech. You were made for her, the well of sparks, and Primus worked together to take one spark and split it in half and mold the perfect frames to match. You're hers, and she's yours equally. What's she doing that's taking so long. You miss her, miss her frame, miss her valve, the way it drips with want as she bites and claws at you. Shocks and smacks, hisses in your audials as she takes you apart. You start shaking, spike pressurizing by the second. Shouldn't have let your thoughts go astray, but you can't help it. The promise of reward causes you to act as though you are insatiable in your want.

You groan out loud in frustration, in need. When she comes back, you're gonna....

"Darling?" The door whooshes open and in steps your queen. Her purple optics glow devilishly. Any strong thoughts you had of being dominant are thrown to the wind. Your spike throbs underneath your array, and a small groan leaves you. 'Please,' you think to yourself, 'please use me, I'm your little toy.' She smirks at your pitiful state, lubricant leaks out from the seams of your array panel. She stalks forward, heels clacking painfully on the steel floor. You vibrate with anxiety.

Your helm points upwards as she stands before you, long, thick legs, slim waist, large chassis, curved derma, angled optics. You choke on a ball of thick lubricant, olfactory on overdrive as the sight of her teases your senses. 'Primus, forgive me for the sin I am about to commit.' You pray, knowing the vile things she will do to you and make you do. She releases your legs from their confines on the hard ground and spins you a small collar and leash from her silky web. She tugs and pulls, forcing you to your pedes. "Come on! Faster! That's it, 'atta boy." She praises as you stand to tower over her. Your fans whirl and hum warmly, "Come." She commands as she turns a heel towards the berth. You follow stiffly, joints locking from sitting for so long, but fast enough to still be a good boy.

She sits on the edge of the berth and immediately tugs down to have you on your knees again. She holds the sides of your face in her dainty servos, observing the heat coming from your cheeks, then slowly starts peeling the web from your derma. A taunting swipe of her glossa leaves you whining, "Now, now, this is supposed to be a reward, not a punishment. Be good. Be patient." She whispers. She smiles sweetly as her array panel swipes away, valve dripping and glossy. Immediately, you try licking it up. She slaps your face away hard, making you groan in painful pleasure. "Patience, you're my good boy, right?" You nod slowly, vents increasingly getting hotter.

"Please." You whimper, your array slips away, spike bobbing out and leaking, "Oh please." Her smile widens.

"So cute when you beg, sweetspark." She tugs at a wire in the back of your neck to turn your face up so she can bite into the sensitive cords on the side.

"Ahhh" you moan, spike twitching.

"Going to overload already, my love?" She teases.

"Please." You whine again. Giving her a pleading look, optics look so big with want. She only chuckles before grabbing hold of the leash once again and scooting up, heels locking into the edge of your shared berth. Knees spread wide, exposing her perfect valve with an inviting look on her faceplate. She tugs once, and you dive right in. Kissing, licking, and sucking on her sweet, lubricated valve, the taste of her making you groan as she moans, closing her optics softly. Your glossa flicks over and circles around her node, making her jerk her hips.

"Oh, my good boy, mmm, just like that." She takes hold of your helm and keeps you in place. You nibble slightly at her node, and she pulls you off to slap you again. "No." She says sternly and pushes your derma to her valve again. You just look up at her for a moment before nibbling again. "I said no." She forces you back and stands up over you, grabbing your face forcefully making you whine. Her servo grasps your neck as she pulls you up to stand before her. You look down at her, wanting more pain for the rest of the pleasure, and she can see that.

"I see, then, should have said something, baby boy." She turns you around to sit on the berth, servos still around your throat as she kisses you, grip tightening and other servo trailing down to jerk at your spike. A painful tug jolts through your spine to your processor and is followed by tender touches as she jerks your spike, rubbing the tip, smearing the lubricants around as she bites your derma, drawing energon. You moan deeply as her claws dig into your neck, touching and scraping at sensitive nodes and wires.

With a moan, she pulls away to look at your pretty face, energon leaking from your derma, dribbling down your sharp chin and onto your strong chassis. "You really are gorgeous, sweetspark." She praises her favorite toy. She looks down to stare at your spike in her small servo and feels heat pool in her gestation chamber, "mmmm, such a fragging unit." She groans deeply, sounding predatory. "Servos." She demands, so you rip them from their confines, webs dangle from your wrist joints and forearms, the off-white contrasts your paint job. She loves seeing it, and marking you makes her swell with pride. A servo goes to your chassis, the other firmly at the base of your spike, and scratches a deep mark into the strong metal, pulling a growl from you. "Pick me up, good boy." Your larger servos wrap gently around her waist to lift her from the ground with ease. Her legs spread wide, and you pull her close, valve aligned with your spike.

Slowly, you begin to lose your patience as she licks and kisses at your bite wounds. She hums happily and then bites down hard on your neck as she slams her hips down, spike plunging deep into her tight valve. You moan loudly and overload into your beloved spider. She feels hot lubricant jet into her and immediately starts bouncing onto your hard spike, moaning and whining with each fall of her hips. The tip of your spike pokes and prods at her gestation chamber, making her bite harder onto your neck. She pulls away and pushes you down her pedes flat on the berth as she straddles you, wrapping her servos around your neck as she rides you, keeping the air from circulating through your ventilation systems. You feel as though your spark has been destroyed, processor being flooded with too many senses, her smell, the pain, the pleasure.

You can feel how tight her valve is, how hard it squeezes around your spike, and how warm and wet she is. Subconsciously, your servos squeeze around her waist tighter and tighter as you take the wheel and push and pull at your pace. She gives you a second to breathe to take your servos into hers instead, then traps them above your head in more webs. She does the same on your legs and midsection, successfully trapping you to the berth. She steps up and off of your leaking spike, making you whine and groan disappointedly. She gives you a small scratch on the side of your faceplate while she moves to grasp it, making you writhe in your place.

A heel moves up next to your helm as she stretches across your larger frame. "I don't know whether to treat you or punish you." She coos then sucks through her denta, "I rrreally want to just punish you for nibbling on my node earlier, but you have been such a good boy." Her optics soften, your silvery face so blue and hot, your optics droop, you're exhausted from the teasing, overload, and all the waiting.

She hums softly and then makes her decision. She spins around to put her valve in your face and takes your large spike in her servos. First, she licks and kisses at the head and shaft while pushing her hips down on your face, your glossa sticking out to provide friction for her to grind down on. She takes your spike into her intake slowly at first, then starts ramping up in speed, sucking hard as she lifts her helm upward. Her goal is to suck your soul from your spark, and she'll be damned if she doesn't. She wants a taste of that sweet lubricant as you eat it from her valve.

Your processor has gone numb and optics blurry. You've been waiting so long for this, and now you're hardly conscious as you lap up your mixed juices. You don't realize until she gets oof of you that you've overloaded once more from her intake. "Mmmmmm, my good boy tastes delicious." She wipes at her derma to lean forward and kiss you. "But I haven't overloaded yet, so I hope that you have more to give, baby." She rubs your sensitive spike tantalizingly slow.

"Oh, please, I can't..." You beg.

"Tut tut my sweetspark, you'll be okay." She bites you again, injecting you with a special serum she came across on another planet. She loves using this stuff on you and how it changes your optics to a pretty pink color. And how hard it makes your spike. Suddenly invigorated, you sit up a little and smirk at her. You thrust forward a bit, spike rubbing against her node, making her gasp.

"Use me up, baby. He's still standing at attention, I need you." You pull her into a deep kiss, lifting her up and pushing her down onto your sensitive spike. "I want to feel you wrapped around my spike for cycles after this, even if you're not there. Break me." Your last comment makes her smile. She's going to spin you up in her net and use you for as long as she wants,

"Are you sure you're alright?" Knockout asks.

"Fine, thanks." You walk out of the medibay admiring new scars she left. You can still feel her, her claws, valve, chassis, spark. A shiver runs down your spine as you recall that night. "Can't wait till she breaks me again." You whisper to yourself as you walk past Breakdown who only makes a sour face, not that you saw. Otherwise, you'd ask what his problem was.

"-but his energon that night was so sweet." Airachinid finishes hee long droning as she presses a key or two into the computer in the main hull of the Nemesis. "I can't wait to break him again. I can still feel his spike throbbing and filling me up." She starts exciting herself. "I think I just might right now." She turns to walk down the halls to find her sparkmate.

[grimmsbride]

“reader being a hero in this universe” “them being exes” i raise you reader being a villain in the mainstream timeline AND exes of mark. think the two separated because of different ideals, and unfortunately every time mark catches you he’s just not able to put you in jail (cat woman and batman type shit)

then add the variants and they are throughly intrigued by this new you.

it’s all “you were such a good girl back home.” etc etc.

when i get the time i’ll definitely write this ☺️

[earthsparked]

Unsurprisingly, Rung’s the first one to notice.

When Rodimus announced the Lost Light would be bringing on a cohort of humans as some kind of security advisors, or something, the mechs had responded in various ways. Mutters of resignation, irritation, curiosity. Whirl had been…Whirl.

We probably shouldn’t leave the humans alone with him, the ship’s psychiatrist had worried, the third time the mech had made one of the organics freak out with his jokes (“jokes”) about squishies, about the various graphic ways their entrails would gum up his inner workings. Half the poor dears outright disliked the mech, and many of the others were understandably terrified of him. What else were they supposed to think, when his only interactions with them were threatening to some degree or other?

So when every mech’s EM field tightened with concern one day in Swerve’s, watching as an overcharged Whirl swaggered up to where the newest member of their organic crew was chatting with Rewind, Rung vented softly and expected more of the same.

Only -

You blinked at the rather direct, messy threats coming your way by the big blue flier the others had warned you about. And chuckled.

You’re forgetting the bones. You guys always forget the bones.

The slag does THAT mean, squishy?

A knock of your knuckles on the table, as Swerve keeps cleaning the same glass over and over, watching this go down, clearly about to ask Ultra Magnus to intervene the second this crosses the line…

You laugh outright under the glaring optic. See, right there. We’re not just viscera. We have an internal bone structure! So when you step on me, it’s not going to be a squish. Not just a squish, anyway. More like a CRUNCH, and a gooey ooze, and some screaming of course. Then a drip, drip, drip -

You dip your fingers in your drink and let drops of it patter to the table, in imitation of that red fluid that is and isn’t like energon at all.

Whirl just…stares. You smile at him, earnest, a little playful. You know what you’re doing, clearly, but there’s nothing cruel to it. Your strange, alien, yet strikingly comparable EM field - which you supposedly can’t even sense, how odd - is as open and straightforward as any he’s encountered. You’re engaging. With Whirl.

Neurodivergent, your mental health records had said when he’d looked them over. He’s no xenopsychiatrist, he’d protested to Rodimus, but after being pushed into reading your species’ own research he has to admit the similarities between your kind and his are so striking, nearly unsettlingly so…

He can’t help thinking, what a lovely word the humans had made.

That differences exist and minds diverge, and it’s not wrong. It’s not stigmatized - or shouldn’t be, the humans say. It could make an old mech like him reminisce on the horrors of Functionalism, the crimes of their past…compared to that lovely word, neurodivergent.

So he knows that Whirl is being confronted by a species, or at least one member of a species, who diverges. Who sees differences as something to embrace. You’re still smiling up at Whirl as he snaps out some further defensive threats, but Rung sees it. Hears it. Wonders at it.

Fine, you can be Crunchy, he snarks, and after a few more vague insults, goes to pick a fight with someone more his size.

You make a face and try to explain as he turns away that Actually “crunchy” has a certain connotation in my society, and I’m definitely not “crunchy.” Uh, but I guess I’ve had worse nicknames. Bye, Whirl! you call, unperturbed. Nice meeting you! I like how blue you are by the way!

Do you realize that you’ve managed to get under the fractious mech’s plating?

Do you see the way Whirl looks over his shoulder as he’s finally getting dragged off to the brig for starting another fight - looking to see if you’d been watching? The same way he tosses out a joke, Hey Eyebrows - looking for a reaction.

Rung sees it, and nurses his drink, and wonders what might happen if he slips a datapad to you about empurata.

[therocketeer0501]

Emptiness Machine

Transformers X Mech Pilot AU

Author notes: (Wowza I didn’t expect such a positive reaction to my nonsense! Here is a blurb to test the waters. See what y’all think! Let me know if you want more. 👀)

TW: (needle mentioned briefly, mention of alcohol to describe a feeling, reader cusses a little bit.)

Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you only half hear the blaring alarm. You stare at the ceiling for moment, trying to get your brain to wake up enough to process the announcement over the loudspeaker.

“Decepticon activity coordinates delta seven, bearing nine. Threat level Magenta. Pilot SERAPHIM to the launch bay.”

The words repeated as the red overhead lights flashed. No one could sleep through this, you thought as you rolled out of your cot. Feet hitting the cold floor you let your training take over. Autopilot was the only way to operate on days like this. Despite not being out late or having anything to drink the night before, you felt hungover and woozy. The Energon micro-infusions you and the other pilots received must be to blame. Donning your pilot gear and clicking your mask into place you finally start to feel whole again. Being outside of your mech felt like hell. Exposed like a nerve and vulnerable. Feeling so small, you shake your head trying to figure out how you ever lived without that soul connection to your machinery.

You grab your communicator, linking it to your headset and running out the door. Hallways bustled and noise reverberated through the massive metal building as soldiers and Autobots alike made their way around the base. You dodged around giant peds, apologizing when you almost knock right into Hound. The bot putting up his hands and giving a startled whoa as you bolt towards the hangar doors. This was home. The metallic smell of oil and energon hit you as you ran up the ramp to your mech. She was beautiful. Orange and teal accents over ivory plating. The wing and eye insignia on her shoulder alongside tally marks of all the victories you had won. Her optics offline and her lines hooked up to refuel, she looked lifeless. An empty machine.

You smiled remembering the first time you had met a Cybertronian. They were appalled to learn that the mechs they fought alongside weren’t Cybertronian, but were in fact piloted by humans. The bots now compared you to a spark within your mech, your consciousness becoming that of the metal behemoth you piloted. You yelled a greeting to your launch officer as he walked through the protocols and commands before helping you into the chest of your mech. Settling yourself into the gel seat made just for you, you feel the sting of the needle inserted into the back of your neck. Your eyes roll back and the familiar sensation of falling tugs at your limbs. The micro amounts of energon in your bloodstream prickle as your nerves switch to feeling cold.

Optics coming online and flickering as your consciousness links up with your mech. Your servos twitch, testing your movement slowly via the launch officer’s commands. Rolling your shoulders as the energy lines disconnect and the link is complete. The HUD is always a bit disorienting, vitals and stats crowding your vision as it adjusts. The tiny body your consciousness left is nestled snug in your chest. You reach for your weapon where it was leaned, charging next to the bay. A familiar voice to your right makes you turn.

“Ready there Sera?” Your vocal apparatus crackles to life as you reply.

“Had to get my bearings Bee. Consciousness transfer never gets easier.” Energy thrums through your lines and you feel whole once more. You worked alongside the Bumblebee as a fellow scout. Your mech being a lighter class helped with the stealth aspect of intelligence gathering. Most of the other pilots were male, making you one of the few female pilots to survive the initial testing. You felt proud of your accomplishments since the war for energon began.

“What is our mark.” You ask following the yellow bot out onto the launchpad. A ground bridge was already open and humming ominously. He had an alt mode but you didn’t, your mech not able to transform. Using a ground bridge was the only way to get your mech anywhere far away fast. It wasn’t your favorite way of travel, personally you favored the jump jets your mech was equipped with. Something about soaring through the sky was the most liberating feeling you had ever experienced.

“We’ve got a high level threat. At least three cons attacked one of our mines in Australia. I heard Shockwave had some dangerous experiment. We’ve gotta do some reconnaissance before we go take it back.” He smirked before shoving at your shoulder making you stumble a bit. “Try to keep up this time.” You smile at him as he disappears into the swirling light. Something about this mission seemed off. Everyone seemed a little too stoic for this to be a routine take back. Shrugging off the seed of doubt you lift your ion cannon and mount it to your shoulder. Calibrating your weapons and getting ready for whatever fresh hell awaited you.

[muletia]

hehe optimus why you so waist

[just-a-moray-eel]

If I ever get reincarnated in Transformers as a cybertronian, I want to be gigantic. Not like Metroplex type gigantic(not that I'd mind that), but just gingantic in comparison to others like Megatron or Overlord. Not for any combat reasons, I just have a size kink. But in a 'I want to be the one stretching them out' way, not me stretched out. You know what I'm saying? You picking up what I'm putting down? Do you feel me?!

Like this, but with me as the gigantic angry wife, not them.