#minimus ambus x reader

[jazzy-man13]

IDW Megatron, Cyclonus, Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus x cybertronian reader

No description of reader, but you are implied to be a larger bot

You're a very physical bot- often disregarding personal space. Of course, your touches are innocent, but that doesn't stop the crew from each reacting in their own manner.

Megatron: W h a t. Poor bot doesn't know how to respond. You had grabbed Megatron's hips on either side and gently moved him without a second thought so you could get to the door, leaving the poor mech to wonder what just happened. Her touch starved aft was not expecting that, rendering him frozen in place for the next short while.

Ultra Magnus: You had wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself up slightly to look over his shoulder while he worked, effectively catching him off guard. Would probably scold you and/or give you a lecture on "respecting people's personal space". Minimus on the other hand...

Minimus Ambus: For as much attention as he gets in his suit, he's still almost as touch starved as Megatron. He had asked you to grab something off a high shelf for him, and you happy obliged. What he didn't expect, however, was for you to place a firm servo on his shoulder as you got whatever he needed. He almost missed the moment you handed it to him, causing him to become flustered and mumble a quick "Thank you" before hurrying out of the room.

Cyclonus: Oof, even you know better than to touch him without permission. But one time, some bot decided it would be funny to jumpscare you, causing you to flee behind Cyclonus and wrap your arms around his torso. He shot you the absolute nastiest glare before you sheepishly let go. He'd never admit it, but he's flattered that you feel safe enough around him to look to him for protection.

[writeyouin]

How would mtmte Miminus, Thunderclash and Swerve react to the liaison(who has a crush on the bots but the bots are oblivious but maybe like them back) dying their hair their color scheme?(kinda in the style of rainbow hair) Also, I adore you and sorry if I misread any of your rules! 💜 Stay safe!

MTMTE Bots X Reader Headcanons - Oblivious

A/N - I peeked at the vote results early by voting once myself. I have zero patience. So, since it's a mix of headcanons and fics, I'm gonna go through my inbox and do a few asks as headcanons and save the rest for fics. Oh, also I missed out Thunderclash, just 'cos I'm less familiar with him and I haven't read the comics in a while.

Warnings - None.

Rating - T

Minimus Ambus

You work with Minimus a lot, reporting to him on Megatron's behaviour.

He was used to your previous hair colour, red and blue with a few white streaks.

What a coincidence that you should dye it green, black, and blue just as he is becoming more comfortable going about his tasks without the Magnus armour.

"Do you like my new hairstyle?" You ask him, quietly hinting that it's him you really like.

"It's in line with regulation, so it's more than adequate."

Honestly, you didn't know there were hair regulations until Minimus said that. You should have guessed. He is meticulous after all.

You thought you were being direct, but you'll have to be more to the point if you want this boyyo to notice you.

"I thought it would be nice to match you."

You think you can hear Minimus' cooling fans click on.

"Yes, well," He clears his vocaliser. "I am proud to have been a positive influence on you."

He hastily finds an excuse to look away from you, staring pointedly at his beloved paperwork.

It's only when he sees you practising your handwriting to be more in line with his that he thinks he might be feeling something akin to love.

Nope, no, not love. Probably just a spark infection. He'll see Ratchet to make sure his systems are functioning optimally later.

Swerve

Swerve notices the change in your hair and clothes immediately. He always notices the things you do.

Oh wow... Do you even realise that you match his colour scheme now? Probably not. This was likely just a happy accident.

Oh, if Swerve could match you, he would.

He likes to imagine those happy couples on Earth with the same Christmas jumpers on, and you would send a card to everyone you knew. There would be a dog of course, and three children, all in the same outfits, and- did you say hi to him? Primus! He'd been so far off in his fantasy that he'd completely blanked you.

"Do you like dogs?" He asked point blank, forgetting himself momentarily. He's checking for accuracy. If not, he's going to change the fantasy pet to a cat.

"Sure," You grin. "Dogs are cute."

You've got up to the bar now.

"Your hair looks nice," He says after a minute, smiling softly. "I really love you- IT! THE HAIR! Not- Not you. I love your hair. It's nice that we match, 'cos like, orange is a good colour, which is why it's my paint job, so it's good to see you like it too, 'cos you match me- Wait, did that sound arrogant? It did, didn't it!"

Now he's spiralling. He's trying to wave off the embarrassment and he's knocked some energon on you.

"Shoot," You say, though you're not too upset, it's just a mild annoyance. "I don't have any other orange clothes. Guess we won't match any more."

You want to match him? Even when he was such a glitch. Swerve has hearts in his optics.

Okay, he's working up the nerve to ask you out. He's gonna do it. Just give him like a month to build up the courage.

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　MINIBOTS(+minimus) x gn reader

　　　　『　tailgate ,, swerve ,, rewind ,, minimus ambus ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> part one

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack ,, many kisses :3

　　— part one of this little series :3 rung will be in the next part ! feel free to reblog or give any comments / feedback ! <3 i enjoy reading them and seeing my work spread !

          pedes clanged against the metal floor of the lost light interior . a certain green bot making his way through the labyrinth of the ship with a datapad in his servo . maybe he didnt triple check it enough ,, but something about the report he got from rodimus just irked him . maybe he was too stressed ,, too frustrated with something . and so he left to head for a certain someone .

          he knows it would be rude to imprude your sleep ,, as its quiet essential to humans . yet he couldnt feign the empty feeling in his spark from missing you . it was all that occupied his processor through the day ,, even if he did see you as magnus . it wasn't enough though ,, realizing how needy he sounded ,, but you did say it was alright to pop in any time he wanted to no matter what . so maybe it was somewhat acceptable .

          he stopped in front of your door ,, punching in the simple code and slipping in the dimly lit room when the door slid open . the first thing he could hear was hushed giggles coming from a corner of your room . it didnt take him long to find the source ,, walking over and seeing the minibots of the lost light all huddled around you with blankets wrapped horribly around them . in tailgate's lap you laid ,, hands on either side of swerve's cheeks as you pressed kisses to his facial plates . minimus shouldve known you wouldnt be sleeping by now . it was foolish of him to think so ,, when he knew deep down these three would keep you up all night with no shame or remorse .

          " i want more too !" tailgate whined ,, visor dimming as you return your attention to swerve's derma . " in a moment tailgate ,, you already had some and swerve hasnt yet ." you replied ,, giving the minibot one last smooch and turning back to tailgate . " youre so needy tonight ,, whats up with that ? did something happen today ?" you frowned ,, moving to place a hand on the side of his face . " you could say that . i mean ,, whirl did land me in medbay earlier ." he pouted ,, yet his visor brightened with you kissed his faceplate .

          rewind and swerve sat on either side of tailgate ,, blankets in their laps and wrapped around their shoulders as best as you could get them to be . it always surprised you how these mechs slept . it reminded you of prison in a way ,, sleeping on a slab with nothing for comfort . not even a single pillow . it was honestly no wonder most these bots were rude and cranky . you would be too if you had to sleep that way ,, thankfully you didn't though .

          green armor caught your eye ,, stopping you midway of pressing a kiss to tailgate's cheek and looking up . minimus stood there ,, arms crossed and a data pad in one servo . " what is the meaning of this ?" he asked ,, squinting his optics at the minibots huddled around you . " um ,, nothing ?" swerve gulped . rewind shrugged before tailgate replied ,," getting kisses . do you want to join in ?" minimus faltered a second . whilst it sounded nice ,, they were disturbing your internal clock and messing with your sleep schedule .

          " no . youre all disturbing (y/n) . shoo off and let them sleep ." he grumbled ,, keeping his stance . swerve's awkward smile dropped to a pout ,, all three minibots looking at you . with a sigh ,, you crawled off tailgate's lap and towards minimus . " its alright mins ,, theyre not doing any harm ." you hands wrapped around his digit ,, smile sweetly beaming up at him . " why dont you join us ? and then we can all go to sleep ?" you offered ,, waiting patiently for him to give in . he always does anyways ,, because this isnt the first time it happened .

          the bot sighed ,, arms dropping to his side as he slowly started to nod . " alright ,, alright ." he gave in ,, reaching down a bit to pick you up and hold you in his arms . " only for a bit ,, and then youre going straight to bed ." he huffed as he walked over to the rest of the minibots ,, settling down beside rewind and turning his head to the side bashfully when you kiss his derma .

[callsign-relic]

Hi Relic!! Could I have MTMTE Minimus or Mags (either form is good) STRUGGLING to process/act on his feelings for a gn human?? Thank you :D

Hey Monty!! Your MIND this request was so good. You say Minimus and I am THERE. You requested either Minimus or Magnus, so I tried to include proper screentime for both forms, cause who doesn’t love Magnus?

This was so much fun to write out, I hope you enjoy it :)

Warnings: SFW, GN!Human!Reader

It all started that day.

You were a liaison for the planet Earth- a representative for the human race after the dissolution of the Decepticons, in an effort to reconnect and stay on good terms.

When Rodimus introduced you to the rest of the ship, Ultra Magnus didn’t think very much of it. It was just another crew member to take care of, and he’d do his utmost to accommodate the ship for your needs as an organic.

Thankfully, you weren’t the rowdiest human around. You were reserved and mostly kept to yourself, only ever getting into trouble by the hands of one of the many troublemakers aboard the ship.

As you were a liaison, you often had to sort through documents with the ship captains and relay communications you received from earth, and vice versa. Seeing you quickly become overwhelmed with the workload, the SIC offered to assist you in preparing your reviews before your meetings, and to his pleasant surprise, you agreed.

Your days were often spent in his office, where he went over legal technicalities and loopholes within Cybertronian law. Where his nitpicking was usually met with groans- with you, it was met with wide eyes and intent listening. And after a while, your sincerity wormed its way into the commander’s spark- and feelings he couldn’t shake off soon took root.

Soon enough, these meetings became standard practice- a welcome addition to the commander’s packed schedule. He always knew when to expect you and to dedicate time to you, and when to focus his attention on other things.

Except for the day you stopped by off-schedule.

Carrying a datapad within your arms- as best as you could with the Cybertronian scaling- you read through the document onscreen as you made your way over to Magnus’ office. You had taken notes on the commander’s lessons, sure, but the legal jargon in this piece stumped you- and you weren’t sure if it was an issue from being translated from Cybertronian, or really something you were missing. Surely Magnus could take a moment out of his schedule to clarify for you, couldn’t he? Even if he couldn’t, he would at least make note of it to discuss in the next meeting before you forgot.

“Excuse me, Commander Magnus, sir?” You called, standing before the closed sliding door. A human was too small for the motion sensors to pick up on their own, as you were made painfully aware of every time Whirl decided to point it out, so you waved the datapad in the air to see if that would register.

“I had some- urgh- quick questions about this document— aha!” With a proud exclamation, you seem to wave to just the right spot within the motion sensor, and the metal door slides open with the satisfying sounds of the ship’s hydraulics. “Ah, anyway, yeah— I was wondering what section 7 meant by—“

Your expression falters in an instant as you finally take a look inside the office. At the far end of the room, you lock eyes with a small, green bot completely unfamiliar to you- standing before what appeared to be a powered-down Ultra Magnus. His mustachioed faceplate was twisted in horror, and he froze in his place just as you did.

“…Ultra Magnus…?”

Your words are met with no reply as the motion sensors of the door shut off as quickly as they had turned on— the door to the office sliding shut with a metallic thud. Dropping the datapad, you knock a couple of times, hoping either Magnus or that other bot would come over and answer. But after a few minutes of standing and knocking, you’re answered with silence, and you resolve to ask about it when your next meeting with the commander came along.

While the Magnus Armor stood slumped against the far wall of the room, Minimus Ambus stood with his spinal strut pressed frantically against the door- chassis heaving up and down as his vents output air at a rate he wasn’t used to.

He had never intended for you to see him like this.

Well, he wanted to tell you, eventually. But eventually meant after he got to know you more. After he knew you were a human you could trust that information with— after he knew for absolute certain that you wouldn’t lose any and all respect or trust in him the instant you laid eyes on him.

This wasn’t according to plan.

His feelings for you weren’t according to plan.

But, here he was, his spark spinning rapidly in its chamber— thinking he might die if even one interaction with you went wrong. And, in his optics, this interaction very much did.

Solar cycles passed, and the commander anticipated the day of your and his next meeting with dread. What were you going to say? Were you ever going to look at him the same way again? Were you even going to show up?

The final question was at least answered by the sight of you standing in front Magnus’ door, perfectly on schedule, datapad in hand. Ex-venting to himself one final time, Magnus composes himself and approaches you.

As per routine, he offers his massive servo down to you after your greetings, and you step on without hesitation. The door to his office slides open, and the commander makes his way to the desk at the very back- placing you gently upon the surface. He removes his own set of datapads from a nearby shelf and sets them down to begin, and yet…

The commander can’t bring himself to speak.

The tension in the room hung heavy to you both, apparently, as you weren’t sure what to say either. You cast your gaze down, as does Magnus, and the two of you sit in silence for one, agonizingly long minute.

“…about what happened a few days ago—“

When you look up, you lock eyes with the commander, and both of your mouths are agape as you realize you both had spoken the very same words at the very same time. While both of you are left stammering for a minute, Magnus gathers his bearings first, and speaks. “No, no, you go ahead,” he insists.

You look at him with furrowed brows, but clear your throat as you try to think of just what to say.

All the while, Ultra Magnus couldn’t shake the terrible feeling wrapping itself around his spark. The commander recalled the days after his secret was first revealed to the Lost Light’s crew- how he was first met with humiliation. He had grown to depend on the stability of your and his relationship, despite the feelings that he refused to admit were growing within him, and he would hate it if this one thing tore it all apart.

“That day… who was that?”

But, rather than ridicule, Magnus is instead met with your genuine curiosity.

Cycles of the meeting go by, and the commander recounts to you the tale of the Magnus Armor and the Tyrest Accord, and how he became its enforcer. As you asked more questions, he went on to explain that he was truly another mech entirely— and how he regretted not telling you sooner. And as he finishes, you find yourself with one final question.

“Would it be possible for me to see you like that again? As truly yourself?”

The very thought makes Magnus’- or Minimus’- spark run wild. Every part of his processor was telling him no— to politely decline, to keep his and your relationship just as it was, and he didn’t need to expose any part of himself further than he had already.

But as he gazed into your comparatively little eyes, the commander could sense no ill intent behind them. In fact, he saw that very sincerity he had fallen for so long ago.

And so, he agreed.

Standing from his seat behind the desk, Ultra Magnus’ blue optics flicker to black, and steam erupts from the seams between his paneling. The panels on his midsection open with a hiss, and you’re taken aback when a green servo emerges from the opening.

Out from the smoking depths of the Magnus Armor steps Minimus Ambus. While in his layer of protective armor he wasn’t his truest size, he was still the mustachioed bot you had only caught a glimpse of days before.

The desk’s top being level with his face rather than his hips now, the mech cautiously approached the edge- like if he got too close, you’d run off.

But you didn’t. Instead, you approach him, gazing at the minibot with wonder. “So… this is the real you?” You ask, despite already knowing the answer.

The minibot resets his vocalizer. “Yes. It is.”

Every possible outcome was racing through Minimus’ processor- and coincidentally, every outcome ended the same. With you politely rejecting his presence, and him tucking away his own feelings as he always had.

“Why do you ask?” he dares to ask, and never before had he wished to take a sentence back faster. “Does this… change things?”

“Hmm… a little.” You ponder his words for a minute, stepping up to the very edge of the desk. Minimus pulls back just a bit, terrified of the fact that he didn’t know what you were going to do next—

But you simply stand on the tips of your toes, and peck a kiss on his steel cheek.

“Just makes it easier to do that.”

And while mechs couldn’t blush, you’re pretty sure that if they could, Minimus’ faceplate would burn as pink as the very energon that ran through his systems.

[raven-loop]

alright tysm! :> may i request headcannons w/ minimus ambus and a gender neutral human reader (if you do those, if not thats alright!) who introduces him to their music? ❤️🙏

Headcannons: Minimus w/ a GN!Reader who introduces him to their music

AN: Sorry this took so long to post. My power went out and I lost all my progress with the headcanon so I had to re-type it sjdkdjd

Minimus was a busy 'bot.

And being a busy - and very serious - 'bot meant he had very little time for some of the joys and entertainments the universe had to offer.

So when you come running into his office, headphones on and a wide smile on your face, he was seemingly lost.

And when you took off your headphones and played your music, all he could do was say, "I'm confused..."

You rolled your eyes, amused, before telling him, "It's music. Don't Cybertronians have it?"

He hummed, "Yes, we do. Though i hardly listen to any... Music."

And that's when you decided you'd make it a life goal to get Minimus to listen to music.

You showed him all the genres you liked, Trying to get him to find one that stuck to him.

If he was being honest, music was not something he saw himself listening to. It just wasn't his thing.

But at seeing how excited you grew to show him your music - how your eyes grew a little bigger as you explained a song and it's meaning, he couldn't just turn down that face, could he?

Minimus finds himself crouching near a radio that conveniently works in your room a lot more than often as you play different songs. Humans use such strange but unique sounds to express themselves in music, he finds it oddly endearing.

You also show him a few records from the early 90s, he seems to like those ones the most. You snickered, of course he would.

After a while Minimus finds himself unconsciously humming a few tunes from the songs you showed him as he walks around. Sometimes he even does it while in the Magnus armour.

Rodimus teases him a bit about liking human music when he catches Minimus humming tunes to himself. At first Minimus is flushed at Rodimus' statement, but after a while he learns to ignore it. Rodimus also tries to guess the song Minimus is humming (he fails miserably each time).

Often he finds himself looking forward to it when you find a new song you like and show it to him, it's like a reward after a long hard day - and it's exactly what he needs; Quality time with the one of the few people he's fond of.

But please for the love of Primus, don't make him listen to anything suggestive, or you'll find him sitting in his office staring at a wall for a good 2 hours as he thoroughly contemplates what he heard.

AN: Nothing better than a soft-ish Minimus, am I right? Also I started listening to Doja Cat halfway through writing this, hence the last part skskdjsk Enjoy <3

[tinydefector]

*jumps in again* i love how you write and im starting to feel like a bother to request some more😭 but but if you don't mind, ultra magnus x gn! reader where he's scolding them for being reckless and sneak off to go meteor surfing with Rodimus. He's not mad, just worried sick for em then reader just storms off and he didn't bother to chase after em, wanting to give them space.

Later, he bumped into Megatron and had a lil chat when Megs pointed out how Magnus is treating reader like his kid(sparkling). Mags denies it but then later connects the dot, like "omg, he's kinda right" que to him went off to find reader which in their room, distracting themselves with some work and he apologize for yelling and vice versa with reader for sneaking out.

Also, if you want, you can add like a bonus bit at the end where Mags praise reader for the excellent report they turned in and reader accidentally say "thanks dad" make it worse if some bot was around when they said that *cough* roddy *cough*

RULES OF PARENTING

Took me longer than expected to write this out.

Platonic/ Parent and child with Ultra Magnus and Cybertronian Reader. Slight hints to Megatron x Ultra Magnus as a treat.

Other information I decided to write the reader as an Outlier but their ability, form and everything else is left up for the reader to decided themself. Other than the fact they are the youngsters on ship and smaller than the larger bots nothing else is stated.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: none

Request and ask open, read pinned post

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laughter comes from around the corner, Rodimus and his friend bolt through the ship. "Keep up Rods!" The younger bot yells out. Their hoverboard is servo while they both bolt towards the shipping bay. It wasn't often the two got the opportunity to go asteroid surfing.

Rodimus hurries after, pushing his engines to keep pace through the twisting ship corridors. His intake splits in a fierce grin.

"Hey, wait up!" he calls back, At the threshold they transform, Rodimus jumps onto his board, taking off into the asteroid field. "Alright runt, you asked for it!" Blue optics glint with loving malice. "First to finish a loop and back wins! Loser takes the others reports."

He peels out with a throaty roar, engine howling, not waiting for the start. Cheating? Maybe, but racing was war, and all was fair in love and circuits blown! Let the games begin.

"Your on Roddy!" They shout back at Rodimus before taking a leap out onto their hoverboard. "Wooooooohhhhhoooo" the shout out. They both tear out of the shipping bay on their hoverboard, darting nimbly between support struts like a razorwing on the hunt. Their wild grin is audible even without comlink.

Rodimus bellows a rival cry, engine snarling as he rockets through the asteroids in a shower of blue sparks. Every sensor hones to the night-shadowed chase before him, picking out the board's glints between outcroppings as their rider zig-zags across the field like liquid mercury. Shouts of challenge fly between them over the comms, goading fierce competition.

Adrenaline sings in Rodimus' lines as he closes the gap, swerving within reach, laughter falls from the two as they race and chase each other. Two kindred spirits living utterly within the moment, simply living for the speed and freedom the stars grant.

From the command centre, Megatron observes the asteroid field feed with keen optic. Movement on the edges draws his gaze - two familiar signatures darting nimbly amid the tumbling rocks, weaving hazardous loops and stunts with the heedless abandon of youth.

A low growl rumbles in his powerful frame at their recklessness and endangerment. But watching closer, caught by flickering motions on the monitor, even his hardened spark must soften.

Laughter crackles through the open commlines as they toss chunks at each other in joyful battle, dancing dangerously along the rim. It sparks memories of ages past, when he himself was prone to such reckless ventures in the mines.

He returns grimly to his charts. But the ghost of a smile still plays about unyielding faceplates, echoing wild laughter across the stars. The loud steps of Ultra Magnus making his way towards command has megatron debating. "Rodimus, I'd recommend you both make your way back to ship, less you want Magnus to lecture you again" He calls out, trying to make sure Ultra Magnus doesn't catch them.

Through the open comm, Rodimus and the other bot share a look of mingled dread and mischief at Megatron's ominous warning. Their daredevil games come with risks.

"Slag it, it's Mags," hisses Rodimus. "We better scram before he throws the book at us!"

Their laughter follows, swerving nimbly aside as Rodimus roars past in a spray of grit. "Like he ever lets us have any fun! Race you back, slowpoke!" With that taunt, they gun their board, kicking up plumes of dust under newly ignited thrusters.

Rodimus snarls a challenge, punching his engine into overdrive to give chase. Though his massive frame handles with ungraceful power, the Captain drives with a fearless intensity rivalled only by Megatron himself in his glory days. "You're on!" He shouts at them.

From the bridge, Megatron watches their mad dash with a derisive snort. Fools to the last, but at least they snatched excitement where they found it, consequences be damned. A trait he can almost respect, Rodimus is a wild sparked bot and the young bot wasn't much better taking after the Prime as if they were batch mates. But Rodimus was fiery protective of them and that's all Megatron could ask.

As Magnus walks in he glitches out when he sees the two bots bolt across the asteroids on hoverboards. Magnus' commanding boom fills their comm channels, causing them both to flinch. "By Primus What are you two doing!, Do you understand the danger you are putting yourself in, not to mention protocol!" He shouts

"That sounds like Big Mags alright," chuckles Rodimus, danger-circuits alight. He guns his engine recklessly, tempting providence with stunts that wring pained static from Magnus' voice.

Beside him, the other bot is all bravado, doing tricks that ought to terminate mere mortals. "Lighten up Mags, we're just having fun!, Megatron's providing supervision" Their laugh is wildly carefree as they swerve through spiralling space debris, back to the shipping bay.

Magnus' reply is a wordless warp of wrath and protocols violated. On the bridge, Megatron observes with sardonic amusement.

Their elated whoops echo into the sullen ship as the two bots land, laughter is passed between them both, they knew they were in for a lecture but neither of them could really care at that moment. They both make their way through the ship.

Megatron watches as Magnus starts having a meltdown, seeing the smaller bot out in the asteroids.

From the command deck, Megatron observes Magnus' escalating tirade with sardonic amusement.

The security director paces like a caged turbofox, field frothing with protocol violations as he excoriates Rodimus and his cohort.

"Reckless endangerment of themselves! Disregard for safety protocols!, I expect this from Rodimus but not from them!" Magnus huffs, massive hands clenching and unclenching. His plating vibrates with barely contained voltage.

Megatron's red optics follow the scene with cynical mirth. It seems some things never change, no matter the millennia - law-bound enforcers and daredevil upstarts will always clash.

He cuts off Magnus' tirade oft. "Let the youngsters play. A little uncontrolled chaos now and then builds character. They aren't causing any harm, primus knows they could be doing worse things, circuit boosters, waging wars" His chuckles.

When Rodimus and the young bot make their way through the halls Megatron and Ultra Magnus are making their way towards them. And Rodimus decides to tease them over getting in trouble.

"Well well, look who's in trouble now," he rumbles, teasingly as he nudges the other bot. One massive hand snakes out to gently tweak an audial fin, eliciting a stubbornly stifled giggle.

They try to swat him off, armour fluffing out in a mock display of aggression. "Back off toaster, you're one to talk!" But their field reflects only playful antagonism toward their mismatched partner in crime.

Rodimus laughs, low and smooth. "Oh, I'm not the one Magnus has his pelts in a twist over. You're the lawbreaker here, delinquent." He buffs their chevron condescendingly with a knuckle plate. 

Magnus' grumbles as moves closer. The younger of the two delinquents makes a startled peep, ducking behind Rodimus for scant protection. Their field sparks with mischief and apprehension in equal measure.

Rodimus' engine rumbles a chuckle. "Face your punishment like a mech, squirt. I'll see you in the brig... cause i know thats where im heading" And with that, he steps aside, leaving the young to the Security Director's.

"Rodimus you sell out!" They hiss, Rodimus takes off running before transforming and disappearing around the corner.

Magnus begins going off over both their stupidity and the danger that they had put themselves in.

"Rodimus! When i catch you!" Magnus bellows, at the retreating autobot. His field boils with tightly restrained indignation.

The younger spreads their servos innocently, though poorly banked fires still smoulder behind their smug optics. "What? I was just having a little fun."

"Fun? You call endangering yourself and flouting safety protocols fun?".

"Do you have any idea the liability you've incurred with your selfish stunts?" Magnus huffes, he's not angry just disappointed.

"We were just blowing off some steam. No harm done" they try to defend themself, it was harder when Rodimus wasn't here to back them up.

Magnus optics bulging. "The rules exist to protect life! One mistaken twist could've terminated you both. Do you not understand that" He looms over them, servos gripping their shoulder plating. "Explain yourself. What do you have to say for putting yourself in harms way like that, this is something i expect from Rodimus but you, im drawing a line, no more hoverboard"

"Magnus I'm not a sparkling!, I can have fun, you can't just take my board!." The huff out in anger, "we didn't do anything bad, we just went asteroid surfing, what's the big deal!, Megatron was watching the whole time!" They shout stopping their pedes on the ground as they squint at the enforcer. Magnus' jaw works soundlessly, circuitry spluttering at such blatant insubordination.

Megatron's low rumble cuts through the charging tension.  "Easy there, scraplet. Magnus they are right they aren't sparkling, let them enjoy their youth" he states trying to calm down the situation.

"That is NOT the point!" Magnus hisses through clenched denta, glowering down at the insolent youngster. But the outliers field remains resolute, tiny hands fisted on hip joints. A sigh like rupturing turbines escapes Megatron where he observes, unseen, from command. Stubborn fools the both of them.

Magnus flashes incandescent, but dares not defy a direct order. With stiff, grinding steps, he departs, field boiling.

Only the younger bot and Megatron remain.  "Rules exist to guide, not imprison. Life's greatest lessons often arise from...bending them, on occasion. Try not to give Magnus a spark attack please" Megatron states while standing waiting for them to walk with him.

"I know Megs but he's been up my Tailpipe over everything I do, reports not being right, having fun, primus I can't even hang out with Rodimus without him getting grumbly at me, 'don't do that, don't do this, no you can't go out on this planet it's too dangerous ' he's not my Sire! "  They hiss out in anger, plating rattling lightly from pent up frustration.

Megatron chuckled. He strides the corridor in heavy, purposeful pauldrons, field enveloping smaller frame protectively. "Take it from one who knows - authority stems more from fear, you're the youngest on board, it's only natural that older mech's will try and protect you. Though I do believe Magnus does need to take a step back"

Red optics regard the young mech keenly. "Stand tall. Pursue your passions . And should he overstep, remind him in no uncertain terms who you are. Your strong sparked"

He crouches fluidly before them , digit gentle as steel beneath a chin. "You were made for greatness, little one. Never forget, don't let him stifle your youth, but try not to make him short circuit" A ferocious grin spreads across their face before they take off down the halls.

Ultra Magnus sits in his office, the enforcer's helm is pressed to his servos as he lets out a groan, he has overstepped.

Megatron's mass fills the security office like encroaching gloom, eclipsing what little light permeates the sparse, regulation-bound space. Magnus senses the ex warlord's intrusive field and looks up wearily through digits.  

"What do you want, Megatron?" The enforcer's usually stalwart voice holds only exhaustion. Heavy pedes carry Megatron before the desk, where he looms over Magnus imperiously. Yet when he speaks, his tone resembles dark mirth more than threat.

"Come now, Director. Is one impudent youngster truly more than you can handle?" Crimson optics gleam with sardonic amusement. "Your methods lack finesse. Rebellious sparks respond better to understanding than oppression."

Magnus' field flares defensively. "With respect, keeping order is rather outside your expertise. Some of us prioritise crew safety over spectacle."

One of Megatron's digits raises Magnus' chin, forcing optic contact. "Order through fear is a leash, not leadership. True power stems from willing allegiance, not force alone. It took me along time to learn that Ambus"

"Energon for thought. Now if you'll excuse me, I have more orders I need to read through to make sure Swerve isn't trying to order EnerGULP or Biofuel to try and fake as Energex " he states while beginning to type away on the data pad.

"Megatron, they are reckless and going to get themself off-lined or worse" Magnus tried to argue back.

"Ambus you'd be rather harsh to them, they are young, I'm aware of that, but you're treating them as if they are your sparkling" Megatron states. As the enforcer's optics go wide Megatron stifles a chuckle.

Magnus meets Megatron's scarlet gaze with quiet defiance. "My role is keeping order on this ship, not coddling delinquents." 

"Yet it seems you have been coddling one rather too much, they are at that stage, if you keep a lock and chain on them they are going to rebel,be glad it's only Rodimus, Tailgate and Drift they tend to be with. Would you rather they be around DJD" Megatron asked with a raised optic.

"Absolutely Not!" Magus shouts.

"My point stands Ambus, perhaps spend some time with them, learn what they enjoy doing, they are rebelling because they don't have the option, they are stuck in a ship with nothing to do, they see Rodimus as friend, batch mate." are his parting words. Magnus watches Megatron's departing form with troubled optics and churning processor. His counsel, however cryptic, raises discomfiting points...

With a heavy ex-vent, Magnus pulls up files on the youngsters in question. The youngest and Rodimus - one a scrappy outlier, the other a wild spark flouting authority at every turn a prime. Opposites yet drawn together like magnets. Why was he so invested in protecting this little outlier

They young outlier sits in their suite, sulking. After the fight with Magnus they had decided it was easier just not being around other bots, they had shot Rodimus a quick message stating that they wanted to be left alone for the rest of the cycle.

They fidget with their data pad huffing in annoyance as they try to fill out their reports.

When the doors open and they see Magnus they grumble. "What do you want?"

Magnus stands silent in the doorway, emanating not wrath but uncertainty. His field broadcasts a cautious olive branch amid pulsing regret. "May I enter?" His tone holds none of the usual stern command, 

When they shrug off tired assent, Magnus steps within cautiously, a massive frame filling the space.

Optics rove the bare walls and solitary form, glimpsing an existence circumscribed not by choice but necessity. His tanks churn anew. How had he failed to see the cages, invisible yet profound, binding errant sparks aboard this vessel?

Gingerly Magnus lowers himself to one knee, meeting their averted gaze evenly. "I came to apologise," he rumbles slowly. "My conduct toward you and Rodimus has been...regrettable, I'm sorry."  

The young outlier watches guardedly, searching that earnest regard for signs of tyranny or deceit. Magnus also acknowledges his protectiveness and worry over the younger cybertronian.

A sigh escapes Magnus' vents, massive shoulders slumping. "You must understand, my role demands ensuring all under my protection remain safe and functional."

"Then why do you treat me differently?" They shoot back. Magnus goes quiet for a moment. His optics hold a gentle light as they find the younger bots. " When I see you, youthful audacity, venturing into dangers I endured long ago...it stirs memories best left buried. I watch the war wipe out so many sparklings,  outliers taken and used for war"

His field pulses rueful ghosts of harsher times. "I never meant to curb your spirit, only shield you from hard lessons learned too soon." Massive fingers lightly brush an audial fin in a gesture both paternal and penitent.

"Perhaps...I allowed duty to eclipse my function as guardian to all aboard." A bittersweet smile tugs at plating. "Megatron, of all mechs, said i needed to step back"  

Optics meet in earnest appeal. "If you'll permit it, I wish to walk a new path, try and be better, it won't stop my worry but you don't deserve to be caged ." His field pulses only patience, regret and stubborn care worn soft by wisdom's dawning light. Care for the future of this young bot.

"I know I'm a young spark, but I'm not a sparkling Ultra Magnus, I know I'm the youngest on ship but I'm not a sparkling " they states quietly. The two sit beside each other.

Magnus nods solemnly, settling beside the young mech and curling his field around their smaller frame protectively.

"You are right. I treated you as one much younger, when your spark burns as fiercely as any aboard." A massive hand rests gently on a plated shoulder.

His gaze holds Tiny's earnestly. "From this moment, consider me not a jailer but guardian here to ensure your path remains lighted, not bar it. To advise and shelter, if you'll have me, I... I will try not to short circuit over your dangerous activity." A beat of silence as understanding passes unspoken between them. Then Magnus offers a small, indulgent smile.

"I've much to learn as well, little one. I'm sorry, I have been as Rodimus calls it a stick in the mud" he states and it makes the younger burst out laughing.

"Can you help me with these reports, I'm struggling with understanding what you want, the words keep moving around and I just don't understand" they state while holding out the data pad. Magnus leans in closer slowly reading over everything before trying to break it down for the outlier.

Things are peaceful for once between them, he helps with the small things and realises a lot in that time. But when he does eventually leave he catches a small slip up from them. "Thanks Sire" they call out, it makes him stiffen but a smile crosses his face as he leaves, he wouldn't tell anyone how it made him feel. 

[lost-light-incorrect-quotes]

Rodimus : It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close

Y/n, blushing : Okay...

Ultra Magnus : It's summer.

[stickytrigger69]

Nsfw minicon x minimus ambus please. I can help with info if you need.

LL Minimus Ambus/ x GN Cybertronian Reader

Reader is a minicon.

Bot instead of mech or femme.

Readers frame type, paint job, etc. is unspecified.

NSFW! Minors DNI!!

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You have been dating the loadbearer in secret for some time now. Learning everything that you can about him. Getting as close to his spark as he is to yours. You've given him all of you. Allowed him to see every last bit of you, vulnerabilities and all.

You've given him insurmountable trust and affection. You know that he also trusts you, you just never can tell how much until he is laying with you like he is now. The small green and white mech laying on a large berth with his smaller lover. Rodimus has talked to him about your relationship before, telling Minimus that he thinks the two of you are the cutest couple on the ship. He told him that even Ratchet and Megatron thought so and he certainly would have kept going on if Minimus hadn't shushed the captain.

Just earlier, said captain, had a little too much high grade and asked the minicon a very personal question about his small lover. He had asked what you were like when the two of you were feeling frisky with each other.

"So, Magnus," Rodimus was smirking like a fool, his face flushed from the drinks, "What's (Y/N) like in the berth?" Magnus turned his head to look at you, you were getting another drink and it looked like the other mini's had caught you in conversation. You were smiling and laughing with them, Swerve's servos waving all around as he talked. "Mini-", Rodimus was cut off by a large servo.

"That is really none of your business Rodimus." Magnus' servo held up in front of the red mechs face. Magnus' own face was stern and concentrated, a small flush in his cheeks. He looked away from the small captain and back to you once again. Your back straight as you talked with your rowdy friends. Rodimus' comments and prodding had sparked those thoughts within his processor that send warmth down all through his frame.

The little bit of high grade he's ingested as well adds to that small fire that now burns in his tanks. Looking at your frame he, he remembers a time you had been on his lap facing the other way while he was hilt deep in you. At that memory he looked away from you and took another sip of his high grade, still on his first cup. After you had your fill of socializing and such you two made it back to your shared hab where Minimus relieved himself of the armor and laid with you on the berth. All was well and calm for a little while before he started thinking back to what Rodimus was talking about.

The red bot had gotten a little too detailed earlier when he was recalling a quick frag he had once and it had Minimus thinking about you. His cooling fans clicked on as he felt his face flush hot. Embarrassment apparent in his EM field. You perked up and without looking up from the datapad in your servos you asked what was wrong.

"Sweetspark, is everything okay? What was Rodimus talking to you about earlier, I know it was bothering you." Concern laced your voice. You tried to comfort him by releasing a calmness through your own field. It did almost nothing to calm his nerves though. His face burning even hotter, he knows he isn't the most affectionate with you and that you two haven't had an intimate moment in a long time. So, he figured he may as well tell you what he's been thinking about that has him all flustered.

"Well," He pauses for a moment to gather his courage, "I was thinking about you." he takes a moment before going further. You give a small hum, leaving him enough room to continue if he wants to. "Rodimus was prodding again. He, of course, happened to mention something unsavory, but it got me thinking, nonetheless." he suddenly felt a flash of curiosity from you.

"Oh?" you said, still reading the reports.

"It was a bit on the um. 'heavier' side of conversation." he said, still cautious.

"Well most convos with the captain are rather unsavory with his horrible grammar." You let out a little chuckle.

"He was talking about a past lover and their escapades." He sounded a little uneasy and you turned your helm finally to look at him, "he went into a lot of detail, which I had wished he hadn't, but." His fans whir even louder. You seemed to catch on to where he was headed with this and felt a smile creep onto your face. You shut off the datapad and sat up next to him. You looked the mech in his red optics, seriousness etched onto your faceplate.

"Are you sure that you want to?" He nods and you shake your head. "Nope, you have to say 'yes' or 'no', otherwise I won't do anything." Your servo is planted on his chassis.

"Yes, I want this. I want you." That's all he says before you're sitting yourself up and straddling his waist like always.

"Good mech." You smile at him gently before leaning down to place a kiss over his derma. His servos reach up and hold you by your waist. Your frame is warm and strong, protomesh pliant beneath his thumbs. The kiss was soft and sweet, your forehelms touched for a while, feeling each other's fields. A charge building up between you both, the air becoming thick with static.

You start kissing him again only this time it's more heated. Your glossa sneaking past his derma and sliding against his own. You can feel him heat up even more and hear his cooling fans work just a little bit harder. Your servo on his chassis rubs down to rest on his abdomen, feeling the transformation seams. Your own fans click on as you rub his soft protomesh between his kibble.

It doesn't take long of kissing and feeling each other up for him to pop his panel. His spike is fully pressurized and it taps your abdomen. Your own panel opens in turn. Your valve is slick and dripping, spike pressurized as well. Your face is flushed as you sit upright in his lap and look down on him.

You grind your hips against him, feeling the ridges and biolights of his spike rub gently against your folds. Coating him in your fluids. He lets out a deep groan and your spike twitches. You continue to move your hips back and forth, relishing in the feeling of his spike between your thighs. You can feel his spike twitching as his back arches up off the berth.

HIs grip on your hips tightens, his digits digging into your mesh. You let out a whine and close your optics for a moment.

"You like this sweetspark?" You ask as you reach a servo between the two of you to feel his spike. You scoot back just enough to get a good grasp on his spike. Once you finally get a good hold of him you spread your fluids over his spike, coaxing another groan from him. You grind forward, feeling his spike rub against your anterior node and you moan.

"Mmm, more." His hips buck upwards causing his spike to bump harshly against your node again. You jump a little from surprise and let out another whine.

"Yes." you breathe out and line the tip of his spike up with the entrance of your valve. Slowly you sink down, taking his spike into you with little struggle. It takes a little bit, but you are finally able to take him all the way to the hilt. When you do you wait for a little while, allowing yourself to heat his spike up. You swirl your hips around, feeling his spike hit different spots in you.

Slowly, you lift yourself up and then lower yourself down. Your frame shudders as your calipers hook onto his ridges and biolights. HIs thick spike feels so good and fills you up just right. It feels like you were made for each other. You picked up the pace slightly, bouncing on his spike.

"Oooh, please!" You cry out, throwing your helm back. HIs servos tighten even more, he can feel your frame giving way beneath his digits. He grunts, clenching his denta, looking up at the ceiling thrusting his hips up to meet yours as they drive downwards.

"Ngh, (Y/N)! oh!" He groans out. You look down into his beautiful red optics.

"Oh, Minimus! I love you so much, you're so beautiful. My handsome mech." Your breathing is uneven and your cooling fans are whirring at full capacity. He moans at your words. How soft your voice is, the light layer of static filtered over your voice. The crackle of your charge meshes in with his. You can feel that he is getting closer to his overload.

You are too. You bounce faster, slamming your hips down nice and hard. The tip of his spike hitting the node deep in your valve.

"You feel so good my love" You moan out and he grunts in response. He can't make a coherent sentence in his processor. He chokes on his words and all he can get out are a few grunts and a groan or two. His spike twitches inside you with every downward drive of your hips. Your calipers flex and tighten around his spike.

With just a few more thrusts and one final twitch of his spike, his overload hits him. And it hits him really hard. White flashes over his optics and through his field as he fills you up with transfluid. Your frame stutters and jolts as your own overload rushes through your circuits. Both of your fields bleed together while your calipers milk his spike of every last drop.

Your mixed fields hold intense feelings of satisfaction and love that pulses from your chassis. Yours begins to open with a click, the blue glow of your bare spark catches his attention. He soon opens his own chassis, baring his spark to you in the same fashion. You lean down and plant a kiss to his derma as your sparks merge. Coolant leaks from your optics as the intense feelings of love and want course all throughout your frames.

You can feel his every emotion and hear his every thought and he can feel you just the same. You both lay there for a while, just feeling one another as you recover from your overloads. He loves when you two sparkbond like this, just basking in the love the two of you share. In these moments it is only the two of you. These are precious moments that the two of you share in private on special occasions.

After the two of you have cooled down enough and you have closed your spark chambers you pull yourself off his now depressurized spike and move to lay next to him. You lay there and look at him. Admiring his handsome features, bathed in the afterglow of your coupling.

"I love you sweetspark." You say lovingly, your servo catching his.

"And I love you, (Y/N). With all of my being." He replies, holding your servo tight in his own. The both of you stare into each other's optics until recharge takes over. You'll clean up in the morning, right now, you just want to recharge with your lover.

[pinkanonwrites]

Ugh! Archie's Knightformers au is so freaking good! I'm glad I came over to check out your blog, your writing and musing is amazing!

Curious how do you think minimus/ultra magnus gets along with the fairies, og fairies tend to hate man made metals and technology and the magnus armor is a big set of robotic armor. You think well minimus is still trying to be undercover he has to avoid the fae because they swarm and hex him a LOT.

But later as Minimus they're much nicer and far more amused by him because he's so tiny even for a halfling?

The fae like him a lot more when he's out of his armor, that's for sure! Mostly because of the metal and machinery, but also because Minimus has a much lower chance of squishing a beloved flower or pet bug under foot when he's out of that big, bulky suit.

I think he tries to be civil, but he can't help but find them a little irritating. Minimus is a guy who craves order and stability, the polar opposite of the whimsical and tricksterish fairies that inhabit the forests around the province. Even the few rules that the fae do have come across as flippant and unpredicatble to him, which only furthers said frustration. It certainly doesn't help that a third of his job is trying to keep Rodimus on task when Roddy would much rather be out cavorting with the dryads and pixies in the woods. As a whole he finds them to be exhausting, but I could see him forging a bond with a particular (maybe slightly less mischievous than average) fairy.

[thenamesblurrito]

did I ever post this here at all? maybe i forgot but! here it is now, another X reader fic featuring Minimus this time. same premise as the Swerve one, first contact yadda yadda, only somehow this one grew to be over twice as long! this is my holiday gift to the world, enjoy 😘

[petitelepus]

Minimus x reader sparking the smaller mech up. Nsfw please

"Minimus...!" You groaned as you gently pushed your spike into your lover's valve. Primus, he felt so good, so wet, so hot and so tight it nearly made you overload on the spot.

"My Minimus...!" You growled as you gently thrust in and out of him.

The small green lover of yours moaned softly, but as time went by and you didn't show any signs of picking up your pace, he grew frustrated.

"Y- you...!" Minimus gasped, "You don't need to be so gentle with me...!"

"I- I...!" You stuttered as a silly smile rose to your pretty face and you couldn't help yourself.

No, you snuggled your face against your lover's forehead, "I can't help it! You're just so cute!"

"Alright, enough with that." He frowned, "I'm not cute."

"Trust me Minimus," You grinned, "Being this cute as you are should be illegal!"

"Please, I'm not cute!"

"Minimus..." You pulled back from his face and smiled down at him, "You're the kindest and sweetest Bot I know."

The green Bot scoffed, "I can't see what you see in me..."

"Then what do you see me?" You asked, purely out of fun and curiosity... And Minimus frowned.

"Mini?"

"I'm thinking."

"It shouldn't be that hard!" You laughed, "That's what you should say!"

"Oh Primus," Minimus covered his have with his hand, "What is wrong with me?"

"You love me too much," You grinned as you kissed him, "And I love you."

That was the only warning your small lover got before you grabbed his hips, pulled nearly all the way out of him, and thrust inside of him hard and repeatedly.

"Primus!" Minimus cried out as you fragged him with everything you had. No more holding back just because he was cute, he was a load-bearer, and he could handle some rough fragging.

Primus, it felt good, just to let go and to have you both enjoy yourselves as you were to the point where the two of you couldn't hold back anymore.

"Frag!" You cursed as your hold on Minimus' hips tightened, "Mini, I don't know how long I can-!"

"Do it!" He cried out and you stuttered, "Wh- wha-!?"

"Overload! Now!" Minimus cried out and you frowned, "Can I-?"

"Yes! Do it!"

You nodded and angled him a little so that when your spike sank into him you hit that special spot inside him.

Minimus couldn't help himself, he overloaded first, and having his already tight valve squeeze around you made you overload deep inside him.

You kept moving your hips until your oversensitive spike started to hurt and finally, you pulled out of him.

You watched in awe how your transfluids dribbled out of his valve and you felt your spike ache, wanting another round, but it was still a little too sensitive.

"-alright?"

"Huh?" You blinked and glanced at your lover. Minimus frowned, "I asked if you're alright?"

"I'm..." You smiled, "I'm good. How about you?"

"I have nothing to complain about." He nodded and you were all smiles as you forgot your needs and just kissed him.

"I love you so much Minimus Ambus..."

You didn't know if you could love him any more than you already did.

...And then the day came when you were summoned to medbay. When you asked why, you were told that it was about Ultra Magnus or as you knew him, Minimus Ambus.

Hearing that your lover was in medbay and that you were summoned, you were naturally filled with fear. So you left your position and rushed to see your beloved.

"Minimus!" You cried out as you burst into the medbay. To your shock, Minimus had left the safety of his Ultra Magnus armor and was sitting on the table in the middle of the medbay as he was.

"Oh, Minimus!" You quickly walked up to your lover and kneeled before him. You grabbed his hands and looked up at him, "Please, tell me, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." The green Bot frowned, "Please get up from the floor."

You got up on your feet and quickly turned to look at Ratchet, "Tell me Doctor, is it fatal? Will my sugar cube be okay?"

"It's nothing bad!" The old medic snapped before looking at your lover, "Do you want to tell them or do you want me to?"

"Tell me what?" You looked between the Bots. "What's wrong?"

"My love..." Minimus caught your attention, "I'm carrying."

"Wh- what?" You blinked, shocked and you looked at Ratchet for support. The old medic nodded, "Minimus is carrying your sparkling."

"I- I..." You stuttered, shocked beyond belief, making Minimus feel insecure. Finally, you gathered enough courage to look at him.

"My sweet, sweet Minimus...!" You chanted before a smile broke out on your face. "You're carrying! You're carrying my offspring! Gods must be smiling down on me!"

"Please..." Minimus grumbled, but you could see that smile on his face also.

"I swear, if Ratchet wasn't here, I would drop on my knees before you and eat you out like you were a fragging oil cake, and then-!"

"Excuse me, I'm still here!" Ratchet snapped and you chuckled as you glanced at the medic apologetically.

"Sorry Doc." You smiled sheepishly, "But this is the Bot of my life we are talking about! You understand, don't you?"

"I-!" Ratchet was about to object but then he grew quiet and just sighed, "At least wait until you're back in your habsuite."

"Deal!" You cheered happily as you grabbed Minimus and rushed out of the medbay with your lover in your arms in bridal style.

[emotionallyattachednerd]

IDEAS AND PROMPTS

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Imposter | TP Wheeljack/Makeshift x f!robot reader

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Hi can you write Tarn x female cybertronian reader (smut) thanks if you do

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yandere

yandere (plural yanderes) (chiefly Japanese fiction) A character, usually a girl, who has an obsessive and possessive side in regards to their crush, ready to use violent and murderous means to maintain an exclusive bond.

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Reader's sparkling is taken by their sire, Starscream, and with no other choice she goes back to the life she was trying to get away from.

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⬇️ Writing Own Work Queue ⬇️

Play Nice | Cyberverse Dead End x f!robot reader

Storm's Heat Part 2 | IDW Drift/Deadlock x f!robot reader

Shattered Mirror | IDW x SG | NSFW 18+

Prompts

creativepromptsforwriting

Sixteen Sinful Sentences

"Oh, is that how you like it?"

"You are such a tease!"

"No touching right now. That comes later."

"Think you can handle that?"

"You're so very tempting..."

"How do you like that?"

"I don't think you've had enough already."

"Someone should punish you for that."

"You can be a bit rougher if you want."

"I want you to be louder, my love."

"Please, mark me."

"Tell me exactly what you want."

"I want to make you mine."

"Yes, please keep doing that."

"The night's definitely not over yet."

"I believe I could make you do it."

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“Just close your eyes. I will still be here when you open them again.”

“Sure, you can use me as a pillow.”

“I’d come for you. No matter what, when you need me, I will be there.”

“Can you walk? I’d be happy to carry you.”

“This is not who you are. I know you better than that.”

“I know, it hurts. I’m so sorry, but we have to get this out.”

“You can hold my hand.”

“The nightmares are just an illusion. I’m really here.”

“Tell me to stay and I will be here for as long as you’ll have me.”

“It’s okay to be afraid sometimes.”

“Just keep breathing. In and out. You’re doing great.”

“You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

“It’s alright. I’m not going to let go.”

“Show me where it hurts.”

“If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.”

“You can go to sleep now. I will keep watch.”

“Hey, listen to me. You’re safe. Nothing is going to hurt you.”

“I want you to know that it’s okay to cry.”

“Take all the time you need.”

“If you feel safer with me being there, you know I will always be there.”

“Just look at me. Forget everything else.”

“They won’t take you away from me ever again.”

“You need to keep your eyes open. Just a little longer.”

“Don’t let your fears dictate your life.”

“I’m going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly.”

Pairings from lonetile

IDW!Kaon

IDW!Ultar Mgsuna aka Minimus Ambus

G1!Skywarp and G1!Thundercracker

IDW!Megatron

IDW!Swerve

TFP!Predaking

Something Reckless Part 2 ❙ ES Breakdown x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Earthspark Breakdown X f!human reader . Something Recless Part 2 Breakdown is struggling through PTSD and reader wants to help.

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TFP - Shockwave x f!robot reader - Non-con

TFP - synth!Ratchet x reader

TFP - Megatron x f!robot reader - Dub-con

TFP - Knock Out x Breakdown x f!robot reader - Dub-con

TFP - Wheeljack X f!human reader Strip Tease - Inspiration

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IDW - Decepticon Deadlock x f!human reader - Dub-con Reader is Deadlock's pet. She's safe with him and he's protective over her. She knows it wrong to feel this attached to him but she can't help herself. He likes to play with her, at first she tries to resist it, but eventually lets him, because she can't resist his touches or the pleasure he gives her. Also it keeps him happy, and it's always better when he's happy.

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IDW - Tarn x f!robot reader - Non-con Reader offers herself to save a good friend of hers who was on their list. Tarn accepts. Instead of punishment though, she's kept as his personal pleasure bot.

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IDW - Misfire x f!robot x Fulcrum

IDW - Kup x f!robot

IDW - Skywarp x f!human reader - Non-con Baced on the 2023 comic of Skywarp chasing a human.

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G1 - Seekers x f!robot reader prisoner - Non-con

G1 Soundwave X f!robot reader

G1 Starscream X f!human reader - Non-con

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EARTHSPARK

Sorry Brother ❙ NSFW ❙ Breakdown x F/reader x Past Bumblebee

Bumblebee and reader use to date, but he left her to keep her safe from Ghost, but she didn’t know this and is hurt. Breakdown looks out for her, being her best friend that turns into something more. After the mandroid events Bumblebee explains and apoligizes to reader, which she accepts and wants to be friends, but Bumeblebee still loves her. One day he goes to see her, only to walk in on her and Breakdown interfacing. Only Breakdown saw and Bumblee left in a hurry. Afterwards Breakdown finds him and explains. They argue, but they’re still brothers, right? Bumblebee is hurt, but he doesn’t blame Breakdown, he blames himself for screwing up. He tells him to take care of reader, no matter what, and if he veer hurt her he’ll come after him, in which Breakdown responces with sorry brother, we good? Yeah, we’re good.

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Reunion ❙ NSFW ❙ Swindle x f!robot reader x Hardtop

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Warnings: Threesome, smut, valueplug and oral. NSFW 18+

Notes: This came through an anon ask, however silly me deleted that ask. This was something completely different but I rathered enjoyed it. So anon, hope you like and thanks for sending in your ask.

When the humans managed to track you down and capture you, you never thought such small organics could overpower you, yet they did. Being in hiding on a planet you were stuck on wasn’t really much

“Now, sweet spark, how about you come snuggle with us now?” Swindle sugested, patting the free space between him and Hardtop.

You’ve missed your favourite mechs so much. Crawling over, you settle yourself between them, allowing their servos to still roam across your sensitive frame while you let out a delightful purr.

“I’m a pretty lucky femme.” You say through a gentle voice.

“And we’re two pretty lucky mechs.” Hardtop added.

Indeed, very lucky.

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[transingthoseformers]

Oh dang that screen shot reminds me of that one Minimus x reader where Rodimus says "and Ya'll'ld've seen it if you where there!" at the end, if you are wondering it was called self restraint on AO3 I forgot the author though.

Ssssddh ohh of course it was Roddie

I'm surprised Minimus "always use proper grammar" Ambus was Not a fan

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　MTMTE x gn human reader

　　　　『　rodimus prime ,, minimus ambus ,, tailgate ,, chromedome ,, rewind ,, misfire ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> wakey wakey its time for school

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— based off a video i saw 💀 first time writing mtmte 🫣 hopefully i did well for the characters ,,

the video

rodimus ::

• roddy usually sleeps in as long as he can before ultra magnus comes busting in n stuff ,,

• but the moment you mention school hes already getting ready ,, even though he doesnt even go to school

• it takes him a minute ,, half way through getting ready ,, to realize it

• he's grumbling and pouting ,, making little complaints about how 'its not that funny' and 'youre so mean'

• after he gets all his huffing and puffing out of the way ,, hes back to cuddling you in his berth

minimus ambus ::

• hes another who bolts upright ,, panicking about being late and worried he slept in too much

• he probably wouldn't realize it was a joke unless you grabbed him and told him to settle down ,, that he didnt have to work today because its his day off

• hes a little upset you did that ,, but he doesnt stay upset for too long ,, shaking his head as he mumbles to himself

• you'll probably have to drag him back to bed ,, since he was pretty much ready and would've done work on his day off ,, so you'd have to remind him about today and relax with the mech

• he needs a break ,, a vacation even ,, spare this man

tailgate ::

• hes crying and all ,, worried ultra magnus is gonna yell at him

• he's sobbing as he's going out the door ,, hustling and ready to go to magnus's office on time

• you'd have to stop him before he does so ,, saying it was nothing but a little joke and that he doesnt even go to school

• it takes him a minute but hes pouting ,, crossing his arms and calling you mean ,, yet hes quick to snatch you up and take you back to the berth for some cuddles <33

• you'd pamper him for the rest of the day ,, just chillaxing and watching movies with him

chromedome n rewind ::

• he'd just be super sleepy and tired ,, mumbling as he waves you off ,, saying he doesnt have school with a confused tone

• he might just put his servo over your mouth ,, and hold you close as he tries to fall back asleep

• or maybe just tell you to go bother rewind with alla that

• if you bother rewind with it ,, he'll tell you he's seen the video ,, and he would go through with putting his servo over your mouth to shut you up

• in the end ,, it doesnt work on them and they just cuddle you back to sleep instead

misfire ::

• he's so goofy and dumb sometimes ,, he'd bonk his head and worry about sleeping in before he realizes what happened

• he gives you an unamused look ,, huffing and puffing as he puts you on the ground ,, telling you to 'think about your actions' and 'face the consequences'

• but its not long before he realizes he misses your warmth and heat ,, and decides to pick you back up and trap you in his embrace

• good luck tryna get him to let go ,, it'll take the help of krok and spinister for the mech release you

[callsign-relic]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rodimus | Rodimus Prime/You, Rodimus | Rodimus Prime/Reader Characters: Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Megatron (Transformers), Ultra Magnus (Transformers), Minimus Ambus (Transformers) Additional Tags: Size Difference, G/T, sfw, gender neutral reader, First Contact AU, Kidnapping, Language Barrier Series: Part 6 of Too Close For Comfort Summary:

Megatron confronts Rodimus, but not before the captain reminisces about his and your first meeting. When you all meet up once again, you find that you have a few choice words for the Prime.

But, despite it all, even a giant alien robot is still a person at their core.

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Here’s the (essential) finale to the TCFC series!! Thanks to all of those who have read so far, I appreciate it more than you know :) hope you all enjoy!

[signedaiko]

Heyas! Oneshot request for one Minimus Ambus?? Closeted transfem! reader practices ballet in her private time and Minimus walks in on her one time; Ends up being an accidental coming out? Thank you in advance.

Last Dance [Minimus Ambus X Reader]

The reader is Human Transfem | MTMTE based | Romantic

Recommended Song - Baby by Clean Bandit

Every costume was sewn carefully by hand, every broken fabric mended and loose string cut. You had picked up sewing in order to make yourself costumes, costumes no one would ever see. Of course, tights and shoes were a different story, but nothing felt quite as snug as a custom-fit leotard or skirt. 'Today was just quick practice,' you told yourself. Just some black leggings, a loose tee and barefoot; nothing fancy. You didn't have much time today but still wanted to get some stretches in. Even a little time was progress when it came to ballet. You set the little radio on to some Bossanova tunes, something simple and light so you could focus on one movement at a time. The hobby was picked up in your spare time after seeing a movie centred around it. You thought it was worth getting more activity in your day-to-day work, but now...it was something you cherished. One foot up, the other pointed, switch, a leap to the left, a semi twirl before leaning forwards into the chair that acted as a bar while the other leg pointed up to the sky. For a moment, the flow and the serenity felt so good, so so damn perfect that you could just close your eyes for a moment, absorb it all in... " What are you doing? " Your chair slipped forwards, kicking the radio off the table and causing the music to stop. Bracing for impact with your arms in front of you, you were ready to gain a few new bruises. Fortunately, the bot was quick on his feet, grabbing your hand and pulling you back into his grip. His arms wrapped protectively around you while both your breaths heaved to catch up with what had just occurred. Soon, his optics travelled down to you with concern. You were biting your lip, shrunk together and looking extremely nervous. " Are you...okay? " Minimus asked slowly, gently pulling you up on your feet and straightening you out. Frozen in fear, you could only nod slowly, looking down at your outfit. This was salvageable! Surely not much could be assumed from- well, anything right now. " Yes, yes. I was just- " " Dancing? I wasn't aware you enjoyed ballet too. " Too? You supposed it made sense; he did seem like the type it was just- just...would he be mad you had kept your hobbies from him? It didn't seem so. You two were close as could be, but something like this, something on earth deemed so 'feminine,' could lead to a horrible connection. " You seem nervous. " Minimus commented. Of course, he would say something like that. He was always so direct. While you slowly followed behind him, he picked up at your fallen-over radio and chair. " Yes, well...on earth, this wouldn't be taken so well. " You stopped there, hoping he wouldn't prompt any further. Judging by the time, it looked like you had lost track of time. He must have come in search of you when you didn't show up to perform your duties. " Oh? " You bit your tongue, sitting down on your bed while watching him re-organize your dirty room. He always did that; you couldn't tell if it was conscious or not. " Well, at home, ballet wouldn't exactly be considered for someone of my 'kind.' " You paused to find the words, unsure of how to put it in a way someone who wasn't human might understand. Though you underestimated his ability to keep up, especially someone so close to you. " Well, this is your home now, isn't it? " " I suppo- " " Then I wouldn't worry about who can do or be what. We love you, y/n. " He cut you off (which was rather unlike him, if you were being honest). He walked up to you quickly, pecking at your forehead with a gentle kiss. "I'll be out in the hallway. Once you are ready, we can go out on that date. " He mustered his best smile before turning and walking out. Sometimes you wondered if he knew things before you did.

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Author Note - Nice to see you again, Shark! I know you technically aren't Anon anymore, but I'm gonna keep giving u a shark anon tag because you are special now :) I want to preface that I am not trans, my experiences are limited, and I apologize if anything I said might be inaccurate to the experience! With this I can open up my requests again :) I only have one matchup left, so woohoo to newer requests.

Word Count - 694