#tfa imagine

[lunarbreaksblog]

Just wondering if I could request for sparkeater fn! Reader who gets caught eating a vehiacon (idk how to spell it sorry😭👍) and when reader turns around and gets caught my the prime team they start to cry and apologise that they didn't tell them that they were a sparkeater (Ignore this if it's too much😭🙏 I just had a idea that a all) (Tfp or Tfa you can choose😊)

How TFA!Autobots would react to you being a sparkeater

Note: big gore warning since mentions of someone young getting eaten

You were missing, the team eventually grew concerned. Yes, you would leave at times and for a while however never this long.

Detroit had become restless without you it seemed, well the team certainly were restless. They were worried you might've been caught by the 'Cons

However, that was a dream compared to what they saw you were doing.

It was a new bot, they could tell that it was barely just created before you caught the earthborn Cybertronian in your talons

Maybe they shouldve not seen the coordinates that Megatron, himself sent with the message:

::Look what I found::

Optimus prime

When it dawns on him that you are a sparkeater, his chassis tightens, his spark rushes and his helm hurts. You were his friend from the academy.

How had he or the guard not known that you were a stuff of legends, a beast...

When you return eventally, he makes you leave— promises he won't call the guard but you are never to come near him or the team.

Strangely enough you try to apologies, worry clouds your helm, how did he know your horrible secret?

Ratchet

He's surprised like Optimus.

He's in disbelief, your scans were normal. Everything was normal with you. You were normal.

But you werent

You are a mechanical cannibal that ate your spark out on that poor innocent life.

You tried to even reason— the newspark was going to be a Decepticon and what you did was a blessing to its sad life

A life that the newspark had yet to live.

You made him sick.

Bumbleebee

In absolute shock, he was never a bot to look at horror holotapes of even like scary stories.

The sounds of you teeth crushing the Cybertronian's trachea was nauesating. He felt small in that moment.

He doesn't look at you

Prowl

Knew that something was wrong with you.

Knew that you weren't like them, never wanted to say it. He liked you even with your strange quirks.

But to see you murder and then devour an innocent life...he didn't like you enough to justify your actions. You had to pay.

He shows no mercy to you when you try to make excuse and even start crying.

He and Optimus force you out of Detroit, promising not to call you in but you will never set foot in Detroit or Cybertron.

Bulkhead

Baby boy full on has a existential crisis, suprisely he helps Optimus and Prowl to build an electro-magnetic field around the base. Just in case if you decide to come back.

They would know that you were there.

He spends a few weeks crying about you, how you lied to him. He goes through all stages of grief...

[cheesesquiggler]

evil purple man

[cosmicdenro]

points at you

🫵

fellow beeprowler

yes... yes!!!!!! im still exploring their dynamic as to how i wanna see it and its been so fun so far like what the hell. sure.

dont mind how i struggled with the second drawing augh

[raudart]

*sick guitar riff*

A second piece to go with the incredible fic [ Songs of Rebellion ] by @terminallycagey! Go give it a read if you haven't already!

[cbsblossom]

900 YEARS AGO

Silver meets a Redeemed Starscream for the first time! And it is none other than Unburied Starscream! It did not go well :D

Unburied Star belongs to @elindae-writes

Unburied can be read here! (Please read it, OMG it's so good.)

[transingthoseformers]

Can you imagine tfa op as a poolboy then the rich hag Megs just looks at him and go: Man, I want to fuck that stupid autobot of a poolboy, while op is just wondering why is the rich hag wants in him

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Meanwhile d-16 x Bay op

MILF Bay Op: This poolboy is so polite and friendly. Reminds me of my ex when he's not a horrible piece of shit

D-16: Hi, Optimus-

Optimus: Hi, you're so polite and attractive, care for some lemonade?

D-16: 😳

D-16 in his head: I hope he's not going to rip my face for saying something wrong... and I heard that I look a lot like his ex...

Optimus in his head: I hope that I say it politely and not threatening... I hate my ex...

That first thing feels familiar—like I've seen it before

That second idea, though, with bayverse Optimus and tfone D-16, feels like it can have surprisingly sweet moments to it (though I'm thinking about bayverse Optimus still being a veteran in that case I will admit)

But also... Ohhh... The Weird Dynamic because of the consistent comparisons to his ex... That could be fun.

(WHY DID I IMAGINE BAYVERSE OPTIMUS AND BAYVERSE MEGATRON AS NEIGHBORS WHO HATE EACH OTHER IN THIS SITUATION 😭😭😭)

(there's also fun in pairing tfone Orion with bayverse Megatron here, if you'll hear me out on that)

[the-one-and-only-elita]

TFA Prowl I will always love you

IDW Prowl you will always be my worst enemy

[rawmeknockout]

Hello

Can I have TFA Optimus+TFA Megatron/Seeker!Bot!reader? Poly and separate, if that's okay. Just some general headcanons?

Reader is loyal to a fault, and both them and Megs are crazy for OP. (Not that he's not in love with them, but they would KILL for him.) Oppy needs his two big buff baes to love up on him. (Sentinel tries to talk shit and is confronted by the terrifying sight of a very LARGE, very PISSED OFF Seeker LOOMING over OP's shoulder lmao)

Them and Megatron smush Optimus between them when they cuddle. (Wings are a bitch to lay on) Op has never, EVER felt so safe.

Sorry if this is too complicated/goes against the rules/etc. have a nice day/night :3

Megatron + Optimus

01 + You are likely not a mech that’s totally committed to the Decepticon cause. Probably you just pledged loyalty to Megatron because of job security and maybe you were in trouble with the law back on Cybertron. You do your job well enough, but you don’t rub shoulders with the other Cons all too often and aren’t about to die for the cause. And what’s a mech to do when they see a totally fuckable twunk? Have you seen Optimus’ lips? What starts as vicious flirting during battle very quickly turns into you seriously propositioning Optimus and showing up at the Autobot warehouse looking for you not-Boyfriend. Megs is probably a little miffed that one of his Seekers was seduced into unofficially defecting. Not that Optimus did so on purpose, but he didn’t exactly discourage you from continually showing up at the Autobot ‘HQ’ and flirting with him. The other Autobots have a hard time trusting you, and while Optimus tries to be a good leader, he’s also just a mech and knows. Good-looking Seeker when he sees one.

02 + Megatron gets you to send him ‘status reports’ on how Optimus is doing and what the Autobots are up to, but you likely never report to him about anyone but Optimus and what he’s up to. You’re not really an agent on the inside, since 1. You aren’t betraying Optimus and 2. You don’t share what the Autobots are strategizing.

03 + Now, more than ever, Megatron is determined to win Because it would be very hard to date Optimus (and you) if he’s trapped in a high security prison. Optimus is pretty conflicted about this. On one hand, he doesn’t want Megatron to be put away forever, but also he doesn’t like that he feels that way. You and Megatron are committed to the relationship, but Optimus isn’t sure whether this is something he has to sacrifice for his responsibilities or if he lets himself be taken with it.

04 + You WILL throw a hissy fit that you got a designated room and don’t get to share Optimus’ quarters with him. What the hell? A conjunx is supposed to share intimate space with their partner. Over time you do end up in Optimus’ quarters whether he intends it or not.

05 + While loving, your relationship with Megatron ends up taking on an antagonistic edge to it. After all, now he doesn’t get to see you at all unless it’s a battle or rendezvous. There’s lots of angry ‘hate’ sex. He’ll feel a lot better once he’s won and has you and Optimus by his side as his consorts.

06 + The Autobots start winning a lot of battles (not that they don’t already win, plot armor), because now they have a very strong, very intimidating Seeker on their side. Optimus does not get all hot and bothered seeing you flex your immense strength. Everyone else knows better, though.

07 + OP has to explain multiple times how conjunxes work to Sari.

08 + Secret meetings between the three of you are, unexpectedly, rare. Optimus has a hard time not feeling like what he’s doing is wrong and that he shouldn’t be meeting with Megatron so casually. You, personally, can’t relate and don’t really know how to convince him that it’s okay to be with who you love. While you and Megatron are much more comfortable doing whatever you please, whether it be fucking the enemy or destroying cities, Optimus is much more responsible and doesn’t want to betray the Autobots. He holds his beliefs very close.

09 + Despite the internal conflict, Optimus can’t deny that he loves the way you two make him feel. He loves the sound of Megatron’s spark thrumming in his audial, and how your large arms wrap around his waist. When he’s in the moment, just the three of you, it’s easier to deflect his own beliefs and conflicting feelings, but afterwards it’s harder to talk to Ultra Magnus or look him in the optic. He feels like a slimy traitor.

10 + If the Autobots win, perhaps Megatron is able to get some conjugal visits for (“ECH!”) good behavior. While it’s not ideal, and some mechs might insist Optimus is abusing his new authority and status, with enough time and rehabilitation, Megatron might be able to get his sentence knocked down to very supervised probation. That will take A LOT of time, though. If the Decepticons win, Megatron isn’t above victory parades and parties, flaunting his new authority. Optimus is definitely… not happy, however part of him is, begrudgingly, relieved. He doesn’t have to worry about fighting or making decisions, anymore, not if he doesn’t want to. Megatron is more than happy to give you two luxurious positions among his ‘court’ in exchange for proper conjunx ritus (although for you there is definitely a ‘punishment’ aspect that he works through first 👀). Some Decepticons might not like it, but Megatron rules with an iron fist and won’t tolerate dissent for ANY of his decisions.

Megatron

01 + No Megatron is complete without a Seeker preference. You know that’s the type of frame that gets him going (among others). While there’s actually very few Seekers he’d actually want to take to bed, you are a rare mech with both looks and a personality to entice. It’s hard to find mechs he gets along with among the Decepticons, because they’re all so fucking stupid. 😔

02 + You will be giving him head (he has a valve preference) nearly everyday. It's not necessarily that he has a high sex drive, but he sees it as 'maintenance'. A regular way he can keep stress levels at bay and clear his processor. He hates doing it the manual way.

03 + Very tender with your wings, despite the fact he's still pretty strict with you. Your wings are not just a useful tool for battle, but a physical representation of your strength and power over the Autobots. It's why the Decepticons have such an edge. He wants you to take pride in them.

04 + While he isn't going to give you any special treatment, he still needs you to be on you A game, he is quite keen on seeing you in a leadership position. He likes a mech in charge, just so long as you remember who you answer to.

05 + He has to keep up appearances, Decepticon morale depends on it, but he likes when you are all over him. He makes a show of 'indulging' you in front of the troops, but he does get revved up when you're hanging off of him and make a blatant display of how much you want his spike.

Optimus

01 + He was wary of you at first. Clearly, you're a good looking mech, but he's committed first and foremost to the Autobots. He's an upstanding mech (or tries to be). Just like his predecessor. You have to really show you're capable of making a change before he'll believe it.

02 + That being said he doesnt WANT to believe it. You're incredibly beautiful and Optimus is a pretty lonely guy, even with his crew/friends. He's had a hard go of it, and it's hard to feel like people are on his side when so many seem to not take him or his words seriously. He desperately wants connection.

03 + As much as he wants you to be at his side, ON his side, he understands that things are more complicated than just jumping ship. It's not just that you're a Decepticon and defecting is dangerous, but a Seeker, no matter how benevolent, wouldn't be readily accepted in Autobot society. All of your ties are with the Decepticons. If he wasn't so upstanding and righteous, perhaps he would be willing to defect to be by your side. But just the thought makes him feel ill.

04 + If you did defect, though, Optimus would make sure you don't regret it. He's finally fully ready to admit how hard he's fallen for you, no longer feeling like he needs to hold back in order to keep his cards close to his chest. He wants you to know how much he appreciates your sacrifice and will defend you to whoever he needs to convince.

05 + Not very experienced in the berth and quite vanilla. His favorite is missionary so he can face you and kiss on you. Even though you're much larger than him, Optimus prefers to be the big spoon and one on top. He likes to feel like your shield against the world.

[pinkanonwrites]

Washrack Academy

Jetstorm and Jetfire have a lot of questions about humans. But you? You just want to take your shower in peace.

TFA Jetfire, TFA Jetstorm, and Reader, no ships but it's implied Jetfire has a little crush on the reader, human reader, non-sexual nudity, is it still voyeurism if it's mostly fueled by curiosity? probably, AFAB Reader with GN Pronouns, alien anatomy discussions

"You know, humans are being much more hygienic than Sentinel says they are being."

You rolled your eyes, hefting your small duffel bag further up your shoulder. "Yeah, well Sentinel doesn't know as much about humans as he thinks he does. Most people I know shower every other day at the very least. We aren't big fans of being dirty."

"But now you are being extra dirty!" Jetstorm loomed over you with a cheeky grin, running a huge metal digit over the top of your head. A slick of motor oil came with it, sending another disgusted shiver down your spine at the gooey sensation. "Bumblebee maybe needs to working on power steering! And not splashing human friends with drinks of celebration."

Being a human liaison representing the city of Detroit on Cybertron was already a job way outside of the normal parameters of your career, and the stress was leaving you pretty wired. But Bumblebee accidentally tipping an oversized can of motor oil off a table and directly onto your head while showing off just had to be the final nail in the coffin. In front of a whole bunch of big important Autobots and everything.

Now you were being flanked on either side by Sentinel Prime's personal squadron (a gig they eagerly volunteered for and a choice both you and Sentinel had little say in) as they showed you to whatever the Cybertronian equivalent of an army base locker room was so you could get cleaned up. 

"And motor oil not to be damaging your fluffy organic fibers?" Great, now Jetfire was poking at your greasy hair too. At least he had half a processor to keep his igniters off while he did.

"It's called hair. And it'll only damage it if I leave it in too long. Plus, it's really bad for my skin."

"Good for it not to be doing badness to hair! Yikes for it to be doing badness to skin. So sensitive, little organics. Must be very hard!"

"You're telling me, bud."

"Here! Coming this way." Jetstorm gestured for you to follow him through a tiled doorway. The room beyond looked remarkably similar to the locker room you'd had in high school, though blown up to a cartoonish scale. "We have tiny washrack for mini-bot sizes. Maybe too big for you still, but is better than nothing!"

He wasn't exaggerating, the handles for the mini-bot sized faucets were still a good two or three feet out of your reach. 

"Where do you even put your towels? Your soap?" You glanced around but failed to find any bench or wall divot suitably placed for setting your things down. "Is there anywhere I can set my bag?"

"Just be putting bag into subspace! Easy for peasy!" A small compartment popped open on Jetstorm's chest, and from it he procured… a metal scouring pad? A giant one, about the size of a large restaurant platter. If the situation weren't so incredibly absurd already, you might've gotten a chuckle out of the idea of a robot using a Brillo pad as a loofah.

"Yeah, we don't… humans don't have that." You said instead. Because this situation was, in fact, incredibly absurd.

Jetfire and Jetstorm looked at each other, mirrored expressions of visible confusion. Then, they both shrugged.

"Being a human…"

"...Is very difficult!"

"Look, just- can one of you hold it for me? Please?"

"For certain! I will be best at human wash rack supplies holder job! Be counting on me." You dropped your duffel bag into Jetfire's cupped hands and wrenched it open. Grabbing your various bottles of hair product and a large towel from within, you lined them up on the floor along the wall and hopefully just beyond the reach of the shower's spray. But as you moved for the bottom of your shirt to pull it off, you felt the prickle of two pairs of optics staring just a little bit too hard at your body.

"Are you two just gonna… watch me? You can wait outside, you know."

"We are to be protecting you from curious bots! And make sure you do not do the snooping or the wandering off." Jetstorm insisted.

"Are you gonna do that while staring me down? A little privacy, please." Was it ironic to ask for privacy in a locker room? Probably. But most people had the decency not to stare while someone was getting undressed. 

Most people. Maybe that sentiment didn't extend to twelve foot tall transforming robot soldiers.

"Staring? Who is doing the staring? Certainly not us goodness bots!" 

"No, no! We would never be the staring! Especially not at soft and squishy little human frame!"

Both brothers rushed to cup a servo over their optics, continuously asserting their supposed innocence all the while. You sighed, peeling your way out of your slick and permanently stained clothes and letting them fall to the ground in an oily heap.

"Well I don't know how it is on Cybertron, but on Earth staring at people in the locker room is what we call 'bad manners.' You two ever heard of those?"

"We will being so very manners-filled! No staring from us at you, big promise." Jetfire insisted, carefully depositing your bag into his subspace as he brought his other servo up so they were both covering his faceplate.

"Though do not be trying to do the sneaking off while we are look-away! That would be also called 'bad manners.'" Added Jetstorm with a cheeky thumbs-up.

"I'm not going to go sneaking around your base naked, so you don't need to worry about that. Now could one of you get the water for me, please?"

As Jetstorm felt along the wall and cranked the water to partial blast, you swear you heard him ask his brother 'But what is "naked" meaning?' The hiss of the showerhead quickly covered it, though, and you decided you'd rather focus on getting clean before you struggled to explain the foreign concept to the pair of ridiculous twins. The water ran just hot enough to make your skin tingle as you lathered your hair with shampoo, vigorously scrubbing the motor oil free from your scalp. It'd probably take more than a few rinses to get everything out, you'd have to ask Professor Sumdac to bridge you some more toiletries way sooner than you'd originally planned. Maybe Sari could pick some up for you on her next trip home?

But as you lathered your hair up for the fourth (maybe fifth?) time, you couldn't help but notice a quiet, metallic buzzing that could just barely be heard over the hiss of water. It paused and fizzed in a rhythmic pattern, not all too dissimilar from Morse Code. It would stop for a moment, before picking up again, slightly lower pitched this time. It sounded almost like… a conversation.

"If you've got something to say, you can say it out loud." You called them out. Jetfire startled at the sound of your voice, his own sounding slightly strained. 

"What? But we are such quiet being!"

"You're doing that… that 'EM field' thing. Where you talk to each other with your brains? I've heard Bee and Bulkhead do it before. So, c'mon. What do you want to know?"

He clammed up, absentmindedly scuffing one of his pedes against the tiled floor. Jetstorm, meanwhile, had a sly grin growing across his faceplate. He raised his free servo up in the air like a student waiting to be called on.

"Actually, Jetfire is having a question!"

"I-I am not! Do not listen, brother is merely making funny joke!"

"No, no! Do not listen to him! Jetfire is very, very curious about human not having sp-MRMPH!"

A cacophony of metal on metal echoed through the wash racks as Jetfire tackled his brother to the wet tile, wrestling his servos over the other's intake to keep him quiet. Jetstorm grabbed for his brother's goggles and pulled him into a shaky headlock, even as Jetfire repeatedly kicked him in the knees with the flat of his pede. You scrambled to grab your towel, clutching it to your front as the two bots collapsed to the ground in an ear-splitting crash.

"Hey, HEY! Quit it! What the hell are you two doing?!"

Both of their heads snapped up at your tone, Jetstorm still looking mischievous while his brother had the decency to look a bit sheepish. He quickly pried Jetfire's servo off of his intake.

"Jetfire is wanting to know why humans do not have spike! You know, since he was doing the peeking."

"Y-You were also doing peeking! I know you were curious too!" Jetfire shot back.

"Maybe curious, yes, but you are obsessed! 'Oh, little humans are so soft and so squishy being! Why so warm? I want to be holding one!'"

"I am not sounding like that! You are making exaggeration!"

Jetfire seemed on the verge of tackling his brother again, so you quickly stepped in. "Okay, geez, look. I will answer one, ONE! Question each. And only if you stop hitting each other. That's it. I don't have the energy for this today."

The two bots awkwardly clambered back to their feet, Jetstorm looking down at you with a playful grin while Jetfire seemed to be looking anywhere but your unclothed frame.

"Brotherrrrr?" Jetstorm teased. "Would you like to be going first?" 

Jetfire dignified his brother's teasing with a sharp elbow to the side, but spoke anyway. "S-Sorry to be peeking when you said not, but, um, do humans not have- uh, not have spike? Or is it hidden? Maybe not pressurized? If embarrassing you don't have to say. No biggee."

You furrowed your brow. 'Spike.' You don't think you'd heard any of the Autobots use that term before, at least not around you. Maybe it was a built-in weapon? Or some sort of specialized armor plating?

"I, uh, I don't know what a spike is. Sorry. Can you be… more specific?"

Jetfire let out a high-pitched sound, similar to heat escaping a tea kettle, while his brother only seemed to beam even brighter at his humiliated suffering.

"Ah, you know! Spike!" Jetstorm grinned. "Right here, above valve? Comes out like 'fssshh'? No modesty panel on you, so maybe just hidden away!" He made a bunch of vague motions in front of his crotch, and with a looming horror you started to catch on as he mimed the motion of something growing and rising up in front of his crotch plate. His modesty panel.

Holy shit they had robot dicks.

"N-No? No, I don't have a- a spike." You were doing your absolute best to stay focused on the conversation at hand, not think about… about the robot penis that apparently all Cybertronians had? "Humans, uh, most humans just have one or the other. The, um, the spike or the… the…"

"Valve?" Jetstorm happily supplied.

"Sure? I guess?!"

"Something new to be learned every day! Right, brother?" Jetstorm thumped his brother on the back with an open servo, while Jetfire was openly refusing to make eye contact with you. The temperature in the room seemed to peak by a few degrees, and based on the heat waves rolling off of Jetfire's body you had an inkling suspicion it was his doing, however unintentional it may be. "Anyways, my turn, yes? You said word 'naked'. What is 'naked' meaning?"

"Uh, y-yeah. Um, yeah. Sure." God, you did not have the mental fortitude to deal with these revelations today. "Naked just means you're not… covered up? Wearing clothes. There are some parts on a human that have to be covered in public, otherwise it's uh… inappropriate." Your only solace was that now you had some sort of comparison to make between Cybertronians and humans. "Like, you guys wouldn't walk around with your… your spike out? Same for humans."

"Ohhh…" They even had stunned realizations in unison. You'd almost consider it cute, if you weren't already so burnt-out.

"Yep, well, class is over. Can I please get dressed now? Preferably without being watched?"

"A-Ah! Yes, of course! So sorry! Here is things." Jetfire quickly fumbled your duffel out of his subspace, only for it to slip through his digits and hit the floor with a thud. Wincing, he turned to shove his brother from the room, calling over his shoulder to you as they went. "We will be watching door so no bots do peeking! Then there is no way we be seeing you naked, not even little bit! Seeing you in moment- but not naked! Just normal seeing!"

"O-Okay? I'll be out in… a bit." But they were already gone. Weird. Weird couple of bots. But hey, at least now you could dry your hair in peace.

~  ~  ~  ~  ~  

"Very bumpy landing, brother." Jetstorm couldn't fight his mirthful grin as he stared down at his spark-twin, who was currently sitting with his back to the wall outside the wash racks, knee-joints pulled up tight to his chassis and faceplate hidden from view. "I may not be seeing exact same appeal you do, but humans are verrrrrry entertaining being. That human especially so!"

"I wish to be offline." Jetfire lamented. "So awkward, very very uncool. They will never be speaking to me again."

"Do not be so downer, brother! They answer questions very nice, and do not even yell when you peeking at their array!"

Jetfire let out another pathetic wail. "Do not be reminding me! Me, caught peeking? Would rather scrub every rivet on Omega Supreme than be that embarrassing again." He slammed his helm against the tops of his knee-joints a few times for good measure, a loud, echoing clanking reverberating down the hall. "Why are little humans being so soft? A-And when covering self, why are little peeks of soft bits around towel so- so erotic?"

Jetstorm cackled, patting his brother atop the helm with his servo. "And to think, we thought being human is hard. Sounds like liking human is much, much harder!"

[lunarbreaksblog]

I was wondering if you’re familiar with Steven Universe and how the Cons would react to their human s/o having the same abilities as Steven?

( can produce a shield and change its size, thickness and durability as well as create a bubble surrounding themselves. Their shield and bubble are capable of growing spikes)

( they have healing spit and can bring someone who just died back to life, though they will be pink and have a pocket dimension in their hair)

( they can project their mind into others as well as onto devices like tvs though they have to be asleep)

( they can give plants sentience and make them fight for them as a plant army)

( they can jump up really high and basically float by slowing the speed of their descent)

( they can put things like a phone or notebook in a bubble and tap the top of it to transport it through time and space to their home instantly)

Please and thank you

Note: sorry for getting to this so late T-T reality hit me like a cannon ball

Note 2: I kinda made it angsty but like with how life is, I want evil cons lol

TFA! Cons X GN!Steven universe! Reader

Megatron

At first doesn't really like your naive nature but then he sees you use healing power to bring back your ‘friend’. He knows power when he see it.

You're just lucky that he likes your appearance and your easy manipulative nature. You'll make a good pet to him.

Blitzwing

Kinda like Megatron but he knows no boundaries and will force you to do things that you will not like. It just amuses him to see you have a moral dilemma.

Shockwave

He loves learning about you and your abilities, if he had the chance he would dissect you however you are officially Megatron's pet. He doesn't want to get on the bad side of his lord.

Does though ask you to do things for him like reanimate objects, mind projection and give organic life sentience.

Blackarachnia

Feels bad for you but she hopes you become more self assured and build yourself up so you can fight back.

Doesn't like talking to you. You make her uncomfortable with how the cons treat you. It reminds her of how they treated her. You are simply not made for the con's world

Starscream

Like Blackarachnia, just more vocal on how you make him uncomfortable— goes out of his way to mess with you so you don't ever come near him. Can't help but feel a tiny bit sorry for you but he knows he would do the same to you like Megatron did. However, maybe he would be a little bit better than the Decepticon warlord.

Lugnut

Has no options on you, he does whatever his lord commands him to do. If that means making sure you never leave his sight, so be it. You get no privacy with Lugnut.

[chippa44444]

Random transformers x reader post

I want TFA Blurr, who speaks 1.5 times faster when talking to someone he has feelings for, to speak even faster with happiness and elation after going out with someone he has feelings for, and irritate Sentinel by loving such and such things about his lover with his fast speech.

TFA Sentinel has a haughty and dominant image, but in private flirting with her lover, she is actually a bit gentle and a bit submissive (tsundere-like).

Loved by TFA Starscream and his clones in a harem(Skywarp is not allowed to leave me, and I was spoiled by being mesmerized while holding on to you,Then, Thundercracker ”kabedon” you to “look only at me”,You were also praised by Sunstorm as he held your hand and said, “You are the most wonderful person in the universe today, aren't you?,Furthermore, you are skinship by Ramjet, who says, "I don't really like you, you know.",And you say, “But you love me the best, don't you?” and Starscream holds you up, but …,In the end, Slipstream snatched their lovers away and took the good part.)

[dancingundermoonlight101]

Devil x Angel

LOOK, IM A SUCKER FOR CLICHES!!! Did this on the MegOP server while on vc with the lovely people there <3

[marinatedsaltea]

"La la la la la love-ka~"

Fixed an old drawing because it had potential

[bird-in-the-space]

Knights of Cybertron (Part 1)

You were one of the training apprentices of the Knights of Cybertron. They took you in as a foundling after finding you orphaned on their doorstep, and you lived a good childhood under their care, even though you were regarded with caution by the Autobots due to your connection to the Decepticon leader. Things changed when the Decepticon uprising occurred, and you traveled to Earth with your two friends.

(Author's note: Watched the transformers animated series since it's been forever since I last seen it. 1 and 2 seasons were excellent. The third season felt a bit rushed, not gonna lie. Otherwise, pretty good series. Anyway, it gave me some new fic ideas. I reused some of my own characters. I couldn't come up with a better title. )

Warnings: some mentions of the war, some prejudice against you, the knights being good, technically being an orphan, some characters being rule breakers, reader being in a relationship, and some stuff being made up by me.

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- You don’t remember much of your childhood before the war. You were raised in the knight monastery after its end, and the monastery is all you have ever known, honestly. 

- You were taken in as a foundling by the Knights of Cybertron, an ancient order that has existed before and after the war, preserving Cybertron’s ancient histories and culture. They followed no political views, and studied history and the way of the blade. 

- You lived a fairly good childhood. Your mentor and parental figure did their best to raise you. They told you how your carrier had unfortunately passed away during the end days of the war, and how you were found at the steps of the monastery. 

- As it would have been impossible for sparklings to be born during wartime, you were most likely born before the war and then put into stasis, to be woken up at the end of the war. It was not an unusual method to preserve the future generations, so that was most likely what happened to you. 

- Hearing about your carrier's fate left you sad, but you accepted it. However, during your childhood, when Cybertron was in the state of rebuilding. You noticed the Autobots looking at you in a way, some with skepticism, and some with fear, like they had seen a ghost. It was strange. 

- Then came a day when the Autobots came to your mentor and other knights about something. You don’t remember everything they discussed, but you had a feeling that it had something to do with you. When they left, your mentor revealed why they came and the reason why they gave you strange looks. 

- It was because of your sire. He was a bad kind of bot who did many terrible things. He was someone responsible for the Great War. 

- You wanted to know who your sire was, but your mentor promised to tell you once you were older. 

- You accepted your mentor’s promise. However, after the Autobots left, you began seeing someone from the Elite Guard at the monastery, observing you. You tried asking once, but the bot simply said he was there to see the foundlings' progress and told you to pretend he was never there. 

- You found it strange, especially when the bot seemingly observed you most, but eventually you grew used to the bot’s presence and nearly forgot about the whole thing. 

- When you grew out of your sparklinghood, your mentor finally revealed who your sire was and why the Autobots sent someone to monitor you. 

- Your sire was the famed Decepticon leader Megatron, who was exiled from Cybertron after the Autobots’ victory in the Great War. Your carrier likely tried to fetch you from stasis so you would not have been left behind, but was ambushed and gravely injured. As a last resort, your carrier left you on the doorstep of the knights to keep you safe from the Autobots, since the Knights of Cybertron did not believe in condemning sparklings for the actions of their parents. 

- When the Autobots realized who you were, they attempted to take you into their custody due to who your sire was. However, your mentor and the other knights defended you, making a deal with the Council that you would be raised under the virtues and principles of the Knights of Cybertron. 

- Though reluctant, the Council agreed to the deal, partly because they did not dare go against such an important order. They conditioned that they would monitor your growth progress and that your future would be solely bound to the Knights of Cybertron. 

- They suggested keeping your parentage a secret, but your mentor claimed you were entitled to know the truth. 

- It was a lot to take in, but everything that happened in your childhood finally made sense. 

- You should have probably felt angry over such unusual conditions, and that the Autobots saw you for who your sire was, but you honestly didn’t. 

- You understood history and that wars are often fought between groups with different ideals. Your carrier had been an unfortunate casualty of war, and your sire had been exiled when it happened, so there was nothing he could have done about it. You also understood the Autobots' views, even though their fear of you turning out like your sire was slightly over the top, and they were somewhat prejudiced against the Decepticons.

- On the contrary, knowing the truth helped you find a newfound appreciation for your mentor and the other knights. Despite knowing who your sire was, the knights still took you in and defended you from being wrongfully condemned. They raised you like you were one of their own. 

- You expressed your appreciation and gratitude to your mentor. Your sire might be alive and somewhere, but he was a stranger to you. Your mentor, on the other hand, had been your closest family. 

- Your mentor was glad that you were able to take the truth well, though they did not doubt it. Even if your sire was Megatron, you had always been a gentle and soft-spoken bot. 

- After that, you were allowed to begin your training for knighthood. The Autobot who had been there to monitor you and was present at the revelation returned to the Council, sharing how there would be no need for further monitoring since you knew the truth and had willingly chosen to become a knight. 

- Even though that bot had been there to watch you, you two actually became good friends over the cycles and kept in touch. 

- You trained diligently, finding your way around the sword and blade under your mentor’s guidance. You studied history and old traditions and eventually became one of the most respected senior apprentices. 

- During the first years of your training, you met someone special. 

- Since the Knight’s reappearance on Cybertron, to form deeper bonds, the different cities of Cybertron send students to represent them and become knights. One of those students was a femme bot by the name Goldwing. She was a member of the Predacons, an ancient Cybertronian beast race who had reappeared after centuries and had begun to integrate back into Cybertron’s society. 

- They were regarded with respect and fear as they turned into powerful creatures capable of flying and breathing flames. They also held lost cultures and were known as fierce warriors. 

- You found Goldwing fascinating, as she was the first Predacon you’ve seen. The two of you started talking and became friends. It turned out that the Autobots and Predacons were slightly at odds with each other, so some bots treated them poorly or with fear. You didn’t, as you found them fascinating — partly because you were a half-beast former from your carrier’s side.

- Eventually, you became quite fond of each other. Although Goldwing could be intimidating with others, she had a gentle side, and she considered you a golden spark for your kind nature. The two of you began courting, as it was not prohibited among the knights.

- Your mentor and the other knights were happy for you. They had been aware of your crush and felt glad you finally mustered to courage to ask Goldwing for courtship. 

-Some cycles later, you met a young bot named Lyra. 

- Apparently, she had anger issues and a bad habit of not following rules, so as a last resort, she had been sent to the knight monastery to be trained as a knight. It was not unusual for the Council to send young troublemakers to become knights, either to straighten them out or because some bots saw potential in them.

- At first, she looked disinterested and was snappy toward others, but when you two started talking, she opened up quite a lot about herself. 

- The reason she had trouble following the rules was that she viewed some of them as unfair, which easily got her worked up. She also does not tolerate unfairness toward others. Recently, her brother Optimus, a cadet in the Elite Guard Academy, was kicked out due to an incident. She had a feeling something else had happened, and that her dear, good brother willingly took the blame.

-The Autobots' high-ups grew tired of her wildness, so they sent her to the monastery. She partly did it because someone she respected asked her to at least try.

- You empathized with her situation. Then, she asked what had sent you to the monastery.

-You decided to tell her you had lived in the monastery as a foundling. She thought you were an orphan, so you decided to tell her who your sire was.

- She didn’t believe it at first, claiming you were too kind to come from an evil warlord. You were even nicer than some Autobots.

- She had quite the shock when she realized you weren’t joking.

-You two then became friends. Lyra kinda just latched onto you, and you unintentionally became responsible for her training. Despite the rumors, you found her free, passionate spirit refreshing.

-She did not have severe anger issues like others believed. She was just passionate, and you admit that some rules set by the Council were flawed.

-You introduced her to Goldwing, who took a liking to her, and the three of you became an unusual trio of friends. Though it kind of felt like you and Goldwing had unofficial parental duties, with Lyra as the gremlin sparkling.

- Things went alright. You neared the end of your training, and Lyra started taking knighthood more seriously.

- Things began to change when the Autobot Elite Guard informed the public about the Decepticons. 

- Apparently, Decepticons had been seen on a distant organic planet called Earth, and the uprising had caused the Autobot Elite Guard to be stretched out. Overwhelmed with tasks, they reached out to the knights for assistance. 

- The Knights' principles prevented you from taking sides in war, so you were strictly neutral. However, small tasks like catching dangerous criminals or assisting those in need were not beyond the knights’ rules.

-It also provided opportunities to evaluate what you had learned and your possibilities to take the maturity exam to become full-fledged knights.

-For the first time, you were even allowed a task that would take you off Cybertron. You were assigned to search for a dangerous criminal hidden on Earth. 

- You departed with Goldwing and Lyra, who heard that her brother Optimus was stationed on the planet with his own team, and made your course toward Earth. 

[my-writings-and-musings]

Oh, I have an idea for a Mermay! If you would like to write it: merformers Megatron being tangled in a net or something and the waves threw him on the beach and he can't go back to water. When the (gn) reader finds him he's scared that they will use his vulnerable moment to hurt him but they go like: "Wow! You're gorgeous! Oh! And you need my help!" And they help untangle him and roll him back to the sea. What do you think?

Absolutely! Mermay may have passed but I'll still be answering these asks because I'm slow, so don't worry if you left any but I haven't answered yet! Also feel free to leave more as it turns out I really like writing merbots!

Apologies for the low writing volume as of late, the hits just keep on coming, and with my area of the country taking wildfire smoke I swear thinking has never felt more difficult...

Megatron was certain he was done for.

He should have known his fate was sealed the moment the harpoon had pierced his side, especially with the weight of a powerful net dragging on his every move and tangling his limbs the more he struggled, but he'd dared to hope he had a chance after managing to swim away. It was only when exhaustion had allowed the waves to force him to shore, his colossal frame crashing against the rocks in a heap so tangled he was effectively immobilized, that he had accepted the inevitable. All the weary old mech could hope for now was to be finished off by the harpoon before he was discovered by those who'd wounded him.

Memories of a long, violent life played before his optics as the waters receded and the stars began to fade with the arrival of the day, the cries of seagulls growing louder as they woke to feed and curiously circled overhead. It wasn't the end he'd wanted, but it also didn't surprise him in the slightest. He'd never been able to find peace, as the scars across his frame could attest, so he could have predicted his spark extinguishing under such painful circumstances. Perhaps the Allspark would finally allow him to rest...

He was so exhausted he barely heard the soft patter of bare feet approaching over stone and sand. 

You had been hoping to find treasures from the sea along the rocky shore when you'd woken up well before the crack of dawn, but as you approached the massive unknown thing that had washed up overnight, you couldn't have prepared for what greeted the beam from your flashlight. Silver armor tangled within the heaviest netting you'd ever seen was all you could make out at first, but more careful observations revealed a fluke the size of a large tree trunk, atop which you found a massive metal torso with its limbs bound at the front. Your heart hammered as you approached despite your better judgment, some unspeakable instinct telling you that the being before you was in a great deal of pain. You realized you were beholding a real live Thalassicon the moment your light found his face and he opened a pair of brilliant red optics, their pale iris constricting then dilating as they focused on your eyes. Fear reflected between the both of you in equal measure.

When he returned to his prone position as if to surrender without a fight, you caught a wince of pain and a pink glow along his side, which brought your eyes and the flashlight beam to a massive harpoon jutting from behind his arm. Instinctive concern welled up within you, and the haggard breaths from his vents made you certain he was enduring a great deal of agony despite his calm appearance. No amount of common sense could compel you to leave anyone to so much suffering. Coming round to his head, you aimed the flashlight to the ground so as not to strain his optics. 

"Do you... need help?" you asked uncertainly, not sure how to better phrase the question. 

He looked back at you, making a sound like a strained scoff of disbelief. His voice rumbled like a heavy wave rolling over a rocky shore as he rested his helm against the stone. "Would it matter if I did?"

"I... think so? Because I can probably help you out a bit." you said, getting a bit more of a hold over yourself. It seemed likely that you could help him escape the net, but you were going to need him to work with you, and even if he'd given up you weren't about to just let him die. Loving the ocean extended to everything living within, and that included Thalassicons, as alien to the planet as they may have been. Reaching for the tiny toolkit you kept in your bag, you were surprised when the production of a small knife made the mech tense in alarm.

"Why are you here? Are more of you coming?" he asked with his full attention on the little blade. It wasn't enough to do more than cause him a minor bit of harm, but as he'd already endured plenty of that, he had no interest in letting blind trust cost him an optic. You seemed surprised and confused by the question, which ironically made him trust that you weren't planning any harm. Humans had never bothered to feign kindness for him anyway.

"There might be more people coming once the sun actually comes up, but I tend to be the only one up this early." you explained, trying to answer the question as best you could. The answer made him tilt his helm and raise a brow, compelling you to elaborate further. "Now's the best time to collect shells. The tide is going out, but no one else is up yet. Anyway, I just got this knife, let me see if it's sharp enough to cut you free."

"You're very trusting. Are you not afraid of my kind?" he asked before you could begin, giving you a bit of pause. The whole situation was odd, but you were quite perplexed as to why this very obviously struggling bot would try so hard to convince you not to help him. It only made you all the more determined to help, but it seemed you would need to convince him not only of your intentions, but to work with you to save himself. 

"I've never actually met a Thalassicon before, but you all don't seem to start fights with humans most of the time." you said as you put the flashlight down and aimed it over where you'd be working. Dropping to your knees but keeping a final foot of space between you both, you held up your tiny knife and gestured to his tangled limbs, certain you could work at least one free with enough cutting. "If I help you get your arms free, can you pull yourself out of this net?"

Still burnt out on hope, Megatron didn't dare to believe he was really getting out of this situation, but decided he had nothing better to do than play along. Even if you were some kind of government agent playing a long game, it was more interesting to see what your plan was than to wait to bleed to death. Flexing his arms to test the net's resistance, he found them folded against his front but otherwise unharmed, and while he was incapable of reaching the harpoon he had no doubt he could untangle himself if even one limb was freed. "Possibly." he conceded, remaining limp so that you could work.

"Worth a try, then." you said with a bit of inflated confidence, still unable to believe what you had gotten yourself into. Biting your lip and committing to your desire to help, you grabbed a random section of net and began to cut. Straight away you found progress to be definite but slow, the sharp blade taking its sweet time to carve through the reinforced material even as you pushed the sharpened edge down with all of your strength. "Ugh, this might take a second, these are some seriously thick ropes."

"Take all the time you need, I'm certainly not going anywhere." he replied with a sarcastic flop of his fluke against the stones, emphasizing his lack of options. You'd have possibly found it funny were you not carving through the stubborn netting with all of your strength, jaw set tight and brows furrowed in deep concentration as you looked for possible shortcuts. It wasn't like you had all the time in the world to cut him loose. The sun would soon be peeking over the horizon, and when it did you had no doubt that other humans would be coming to the beach, some of whom you couldn't trust not to sound the alarm. Many members of your species looked on his with open fear and boundless hostility.

"Hold on, if I'm able to tear this one... ouch!" you hissed as the knife nicked your palm, compelling on you to suck at the little cut before getting back to work. Your lack of hesitation to push on surprised him even more than your initial offer of aid, and for the first time he dared to believe you might be genuine in your desire to help. He could already feel his arm gaining wiggle room with every sliced rope, the heavy weight around his limbs needing only a little bit more of a reduction before he was confident his strength would prove sufficient to break free. Sweat had begun to bead on your forehead when you gave a growl of frustration and sliced through two more holes to free his arm. "Just one second, I've almost got it... there! Can you help me work your arm out?"

"Yes, one moment." he said, barely hiding the anticipation he couldn't suppress. Still mostly immobilized, he tried to work his arm free with a shift of his shoulders, only to receive a lightning bolt of pain as the harpoon was jostled by the movement. Roaring in agony, he went limp save for a full body shudder of pain, fresh energon flowing down his side. 

You jumped to help but pulled back when he hissed in instinctive fear, vents coming in hard and fast before the initial burst of pain began to fade and he calmed down. Looking around for potential witnesses with growing concern for the lack of time, you finally settled on the only thing you had resembling a plan, ignoring every bit of common sense you had saying it was a bad idea. "Would it help if that thing came out first?"

"It... it might. But I cannot reach it." he said weakly, once more feeling the urge to lie limp and allow fate to claim him. You'd proven an interesting diversion from his demise, but it was physically impossible for him to free himself. Between the restraint and the agony he felt when trying to move, there was nothing his great strength could do for him, and the steady flow of energon from his wound was taking even that away. Self repair couldn't initiate with the offending projectile still lodged under his armor.

"How deep is it? If it doesn't need too much of a pull, I can probably take it out." you offered, self preservation briefly taking a backseat to concern. It wasn't fair for anyone to suffer like this, and despite the danger you felt compelled to do whatever a squishy human body could to help. The Thalassicon stiffened at the suggestion, compelling you to drop to your knees and talk face to face to convince him you meant no harm. This wasn't something you could attempt without his full cooperation. "Do you trust me to do that?"

Megatron was silent as he eyed you up and down, looking for signs of the betrayal he'd been certain was coming but finding only earnest desperation in your face. It would be foolish to take you up on your offer considering his history with your kind, but with the harpoon scraping his insides during every ventilation, he was compelled once more to accept out of a lack of alternate options. All you could really do was help him, or end him that much quicker. 

"I cannot leave while it's there, I suppose I have little choice." he muttered bitterly, distrust coloring every word to make it apparent this wasn't a choice he enjoyed. It wasn't an enthusiastic assent, but you took it regardless, stepping back to try and figure out how to best approach the problem when the mech spoke up with far more force. A piercing look from his bright red optics made you flinch with each harsh syllable. "Just be quick about it, and know I will take you with me if you get any ideas."

"Okay. Fair enough. I'll climb on up, just hang tight." you conceded quickly, hands up in a brief gesture of surrender to show you understood. One thrash of his massive tail could easily turn you to paste, so you were equally serious in your promise not to try anything unexpected. Fully aware of his optics watching your every move, you climbed up his shoulder by using the net as a makeshift climbing aid and his armor as handholds, following the trail of bleeding energon until you arrived at his back.

When you stood up to face the harpoon for inspection, you were shocked to find it jutting out as far as you were tall, the heavy metal gleaming even in the darkness as if it was smelted from something unnatural. Ignoring the chill the weapon created in your gut, you angled your phone light to try and get a better idea of how to proceed. The sight of the ragged wound torn into his armor made you flinch in sympathy, and even without medical experience you could tell it had been yanked about as the mech had struggled against his attempted captors. The painful site left you stumped until you realized the roughness of the wound would actually work in your favor. Struggling hadn't just moved the harpoon, it had pulled it most of the way out, far enough that you were confident in your ability to pull it the rest of the way.

"I'll try to remove it as fast as I can, I'm sorry if this hurts." you said as you grabbed the frigid piece of metal, hoping you sounded confident just for his sake. All of him stiffened beneath you, but he made no further movements, remaining silent as you secured your grip and set your feet. 

"Okay. Here I go!" you announced as you sucked in a breath, clenching your shoulders before you pulled with all of your might. At first you felt nothing but his tremble of pain, which compelled you to square your jaw and lean backwards so your weight could assist, every ounce of your willpower pouring itself into the task at hand. After a few unproductive moments the harpoon slid an inch upwards, compelling you to double down until your knuckles paled and veins throbbed along your skin. The Thalassicon hissed when you felt something under the surface give way, and the weapon popped free of the wound in a single motion that sent you toppling backwards just as the mech arched his frame and roared in pain.

Soft sand met your back as you were thrown clear, the harpoon clattering over the stones as you sat up in a daze to find the mech tearing from the net and standing upright on his tail as he shredded the restraints with a growl and tossed the remains aside. The sudden show of motion was reassuring, but the sight of fresh energon running down his side made you fear you'd only made the situation much worse. "It's bleeding, did I make it worse?!"

Your words seemed to surprise him, almost as if he'd forgotten you were there in the rush, but he turned and gingerly probed the wound with much more freedom of movement than he'd had before. "No... It will clear itself and then my self repair will begin..." he explained, relaxing his mighty shoulders as the fact he'd be okay settled over you both. Now able to see the full extent of his size and strength, you felt even smaller as he dropped back down onto his front to speak to you, expression softening in relief and gratitude as he met your gaze. "Thank you. I would not have survived if that remained in my hide."

"Don't mention it." you replied breathlessly, surprising him once more as you made no attempt to request a reward for your services. Rather, you looked at him with concern, your eyes lingering on his injuries as you picked yourself up off the sand. "Are you... good to go? The beach will probably start to see its first visitors before long."

"I can see myself off. For your own sake, it is best you pretend we didn't meet." he answered quickly, pushing himself along the rocks until he came to the edge. For all of his desire to know more about the most peculiar human he'd ever met, it was better for both of you if he cleared out quickly. There was no telling what his attempted captors would do to those who aided him, and you didn't seem like the type to leave well enough alone even if your life was on the line. Knowing that didn't stop him from hesitating as he planned the best way to drop into the dark water below.

"Oh... okay." you said, unable to keep the disappointment from your voice. You'd come to the beach with the intention of finding some beautiful sea life, and while you'd succeeded, it was still hard to accept this one wouldn't be coming home with you. Unwilling to let him go straight away, you stalled with another glance at his injuries, hoping that even if you didn't see him again you would know he was safe out there. "Are you sure you're okay? That looks really bad."

"I have endured far worse, it will heal." he promised, already planning to seek out the deep sea supplies he knew would help him heal. Compared to what he'd suffered before at the hands of humans and bots alike, this was nothing now that he had the freedom to move and swim. The news made you smile, and his spark was so softened by your continued compassion he couldn't bear to leave without some show of gratitude. "Before I leave, allow me to introduce myself. You can call me Megatron."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N." you replied eagerly, wishing the first tendrils of the sunrise shining over the ocean would give you just a few more minutes. Unable to think of all you wanted to say, you ignored the hurt in your heart to bid him farewell, putting your wishes into words so they might come true. "I hope I can see you again sometime, under better circumstances."

"Perhaps, if fate allows. It would not be in your best interest, however." he replied much more sagely, swinging his tail over the edge but holding on with his upper arms. In the moments before he descended further, the position allowed the two of you to come face to face once more, and it was his turn to smile fondly as you bid him farewell.

"I don't really mind. Safe travels, Megatron."

[spikesnvalves]

I feel like the bigger the bot, the fatter the valve y'know?

Big fat pussies for big fat bots/cons that others can genuinely smother their face in.

I need Optimus to be so obsessed over Bulkhead because of this. Or anyone on the team really, Big Bulky Boy needs some good head and a few overstimulation sessions if ya ask me.

I want bumblebee to completely disappear under bulkhead, for him to ask "are you okay?" And bumblebee can only give a delirious thumbs up as lubricant smears completely across his face, drinking that shit up.

Suck that clit like a spike and don't stop till Bulkheads basically seize when you breath on it.