#tfa x male reader

[uselessmicrowave]

Hello, I'm sorry for disturbing, can I ask NSFW Alphabet for TF:Animated Blitzwing? ...If rules not meant the whole alphabet then maybe just with his name letters?

Find it kinda strange that one of most popular character in tfa fandom haven't his own alphabet lol

A=Aftercare

Relatively good at taking care of you, he asks about human medications and if you need to take any before/after, if he should be careful with you, if you need anything specific afterwards. Treats you like glass, he just doesn’t want to break his perfect little human.

B=Body Part

His favorite thing about his own body changes depending on who’s fronting. Icy likes that his frame has a unique color combo, whereas Hothead (and Random) like how their wings are pointed downward instead of upward like the seeker’s wings. He loves your midsection. He couldn’t care less if you’re skinny or chubby, he loves to wrap his servos around you.

C=C/m

Inflation kink.

D= Dirty Secret

He won’t tell you about his fascination with seeing your stomach distended (whether that’s with food or transfluid or maybe even a sparkling).

E= Experience

Blitzwing’s had some prior partners (most left because they couldn’t handle him), not many though.

F= Favorite Position

He likes to hold you in his lap, or have you on top.

G= Goofy

He’ll make some jokes to make you smile and laugh or to lighten the mood, lots of little jokes to make you giggle during aftercare.

I= Intimacy

He loves you and wants to show it, but he’s not the best at telling you. He’ll kiss and hold and nuzzle, but Blitzwing stumbles over his words sometimes.

J= Jack Off

He’d prefer your hands on him, but he’ll be fine with his own servos. Won’t self service that often.

K= Kink

This was mentioned before, but he has a fasination for seeing your stomach/midsection distend. Whether that be with transfluid or other fluids, he really likes seeing you full. Also loves to be given instructions.

L= Location

Anywhere away from others, deep in a forest, a cave, his berthroom…

M= Motivation

Seeing you blush or act embarrassed, when you cover your face he finds it so cute.

N= No

He won’t draw blood or use knives on you, as long as there isn’t a possibility of you or him bleeding out from it, he’ll try it.

O= Oral

Blitzwing doesn’t like to give, he’s afraid of his faceplates spinning erratically while he’s trying to pleasure you.

P= Pace

Depends on who’s fronting. Random’s a wildcard, Hothead is rough and fast, Icy is slow and teasing.

Q= Quickie

He’s fine with quickies, but this stems from liking morning sex.

R= Risk

It depends on how desperate he is, but a bathroom stall would work.

S= Stamina

Three to four rounds will tire him out.

T= Toys

Has two toys, one has a small knot at the base and it vibrates at the tip. It’s too big for you to use it. The other is a gag, shaped like a bone.

U= Unfair

While Blitzwing does love hearing you beg, he won’t make you cry.

V= Volume

Again, it depends on who’s fronting. Icy is relatively quiet, Hothead will growl and groan, Random is by far the loudest.

W= Wild Card

Blitzwing likes morning s€x, to get the day going. He’s okay with getting worked up or getting you worked up anytime.

X= Xray

Roughly 1ft 5in/43 cm (yes i do the math), he has red bio lights in an upright ladder pattern, surrounded by a stripe of purple (outlined with black). This pattern is semetrical on his spike. His valve has similar patterns and colors.

Y= Yearning

Blitzwing is needy, so going three to four times a week will be regular for you two.

Z= Zzz

Falls asleep quickly after properly taking care of you, and if you’ll allow it, Blitzwing will put his faceplates on your midsection or chest (whichever is softer) and recharge like that. He claims his recharge is more peaceful that way.

#thats my fault anon i shouldve been more specific #math is sometimes a good thing #tfa blitzwing #valveplug #tfa #transformers animated #blitzwing x reader #blitzwing #tfa blitzwing x reader #tfa x reader #tfa x male reader

[ablobwhowrites]

more transformers prime and animated shitposting and headcanons

M/n texting: 'hey miko I think I found a new auto bot' miko: 'oh cool send me a pic!' *m/n sends a pic of him and a vehicon that is petting m/n with it's finger* miko: 'THATS A DECEPTICON' m/n: 'THIS BITCH TOLD ME HE WAS A AUTO BOT!'

Tfp human m/n has a little rule that each day one auto bot can be m/n's guardian like Monday it's arcee, Tuesday it's bulkhead, Wednesday it's bumblebee, Thursday it's ratchet then Friday it's prime....then when smokescreen joins he gets Saturday, then the kids m/n just hangs out with them regardless cause they are in the same highschool

Tfp starscream after he kidnapped you: "oh hello my little human." y/n: YOUR MOTHER HUNG HERSELF!

you when you see Megatron

Also personal thought, I wanna do a yandere the Michel's vs the machines

#yandere transformers #transformers prime #yandere transformers prime #transformers animated #yandere transformers animated #yandere x male reader #x male y/n #x reader #tfp x reader #tfa x reader #yandere x gn reader #x gn reader #the michells vs the machines #yandere male x male reader #yandere the michells vs the machines

[toomanybrainrots]

Feelin really delulu rn but anyways- (if ur ok) could I have a lil TFA skywarp x Blind M!Cybertronian reader headcannons?

(I fr Love skywarp sm💜)

Skywarp! My boy! It's a real shame that I haven't written him at all, now I get the chance. If I ever misinterpret him at all or make him ooc, please tell me, as I'm not too familiar with his tfa counterpart.

Warnings: Male Cybertronian Reader, Reader is referred to as a mech and uses make ponouns

Skywarp with a Male Cybertronian Reader that's blind

He tries to be your guide in seeing the world around you

…he’s not that helpful at times, but he tries.

Sometimes he hides behind you whenever he sees something that’s scary(to him), despite you being the one who’s blind and very confused.

Skywarp let out a yelp as he hid beind you, covering his optics as to not see the organic monster.

“Skywarp, is everything okay?” You asked, confusion etched on your face when you heeard his yelp. You knew he was hiding behind you, as he always did.

You heard a small sound from infront of you. Curiosity filled you, and you took slow steps forward, ignoring Skywarp’s protests and warnings. You stopped and crouched, extending your servo to let whatever was infront of you to climb onto. It was soft, with fur covering its entire small body. It seemed harmless, it certainly didn’t bite you.

You found out later from Slipstream that it was a cat. If you were able to, you would roll your optics and glare at Skywarp, who you could definitely feel was bashful and ashamed.

Whenever a fight happens, he always tries to get you(and himself)

You insist that you can still fight despite being blind

He doesn’t believe you in the slightest and still drags you away

He’s very careful with you, treating you like glass, moving things out the way incase you trip, guiding you despite you not needing it

It’s annoying at times, especially since you’re a perfectly capable mech but you know he cares for you

You reassure him all you can that you can defend yourself, and that you’ll be fine

He tries to take your word for it but he can’t help but still be afraid. What if you trip by accident? What if you get hurt cause he wasn’t there? What if—

You quickly reassure him again and again that, no you won’t get hurt or trip cause he wasn’t there

Eventually, he takes your word for it. He’s still careful though, just less overbearing

#transformers #maccadam #maccadams #tfa #transformers animated #tfa skywarp #skywarp #tfa skywarp x reader #skywarp x reader #skywarp x male cybertronian reader #tfa skywarp x male cybertronian reader #skywarp x male reader #tfa skywarp x male reader #x reader #x male reader #x cybertronian reader #transformers x reader #this is kinda short cause i had no idea on what to do #real sorry for that anon but i still hope you’re satisfied

[skylarkking]

To Heal a Mockingbird

A TFA Ratchet x Mech!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Chapter 2: Clipped Wings

The fight did not go well for me, and now I lay on the floor of the Nemesis leaking and broken.

But they were not done with me yet. Megatron was not done with me yet.

"Please...." I rasped weakly as I tried to push myself up from the pool of energon that had gathered underneath. Lugnut forced me back down with his heavy pede, pinning me in place and forcing a yelp of pain from my voicebox.

"What should we do with him now?" Starscream sneered. "Take him offline?"

"No, that would be too merciful." Megatron snarled. He knelt down and forced me to look at him by grabbing my neck cables and giving them a hard pull. "I believe it's time to see if a seeker can fly. Without. Their. Wings."

"NO PLEASE!" I begged pitifully. "PLEASE! PLEASE NO! NO! GAH!" My cries would go unheard as Megatron gripped my wings and ripped them clean off. I shrieked in agony as energon sprayed from my back in an arc of color, the metal of my now dismembered appendage clattering to the floor next to my body.

"Throw him and these off my ship." Megatron ordered Lugnut.

"Please...." I whispered weakly, the thudding of my spark slowing more and more as Lugnut picked up my frame and wings. He carried me to the edge of the shuttle bay that I had used to free the medic, and with one fell swoop, I was tossed out of the ship.

I plummeted to the ground far below, my optics flickering offline as my systems shut down. The air roared past my audials as the ground rapidly approached. I was doomed, or so I thought.

Suddenly, my frame and severed wings were encased in an electromagnetic field, stopping my rapid descent to the ground.

"I got ya, kid!" I heard the familiar voice of Ratchet call from below. I was far too weak to respond as he lowered me down with a gentle thud.

The medic wasn't alone, however.

"Ratchet, is this the Decepticon that freed you?" Another voice said. I cracked open my optics just enough to see a few other bots surrounding my frame, one I recognized as Ratchet and the other a towering mech with a navy blue paint job and a massive warhammer, the Magnus hammer to be exact.

"Yeah, that's Y/D." Ratchet said as he quickly went to my side and hooked up a diagnostic probe to me. "Dammit... sir, his spark is going to go out if we don't get him out of here."

"No..." I rasped as I shakily gripped the medic's arm. "Let... let me die..."

"I ain't in the business of killing kid. You of all bots should know that." Ratchet said. "Just relax, okay? I'm gonna put you in stasis and get you out of here."

I felt a slight shock, and my entire frame went limp as stasis took over. I could still hear everything that was happening, but I couldn't move anything or feel much.

"Sir, I have to strongly object to this!" A voice from what I assume was one of the other bots protested. "We don't know what this... this Decepticon is capable of!"

"Not much right now, Pharma." Ratchet huffed in annoyance. "He's barely able to stay online. We need to get him a medivac if we are to save his life."

"I shall call it in." Ultra Magnus said.

"Sir, this is insane!" The bot called Pharma continued to protest. "We shouldn't be helping him!"

"He saved my life Pharma," Ratchet snapped. "Now I'm going to save his!"

"Sir!"

"That's enough Pharma." Ultra Magnus said. "He may information regarding Megatron's plans."

"What makes you think he'd talk?" Pharma asked. "These Decepticons are loyal to the core!"

"If that were true, I'd be dead." Ratchet growled. "Now please, I need some quiet in order to get him stable enough for transport."

I felt slight pricks of pain and heard the sound of a welder going, the crackling hiss it made seeming to act almost as a barrier of sound from the outside world. Bit as soon as it began, it ended, and I felt my frame get lifted up by 4 sets of servos and then get places on a cold flat surface. The cool metal beneath me was soothing, and I found myself slipping deeper and deeper into stasis, and I remembered nothing more.

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"Cmon kid." I heard Ratchet's voice say from somewhere in the darkness of my stasis. "I know you can hear me."

"R.... Rat... Ratchet?" I croaked weakly, my optics coming online and slowly opening to a bright light.

"That's it, follow the light." He said, which wasn't exactly the best thing for someone to hear. I ended up jumping in surprise and accidently whacking the light away in a panic. "Hey! I needed that!"

"S-sorry." I groaned as my optics adjusted to the light, revealing that I was in a recovery bay hooked up to an energon line and sparkrate monitor. I felt pressure on my back and could feel that my once severed wings were now secured in place with thick bandaging, no doubt in an attempt to allow my internal repairs to do their work.

"It's alright, Y/D." Ratchet said. "Just glad you're functioning is all."

"What.... what happened?"

"We were about to ask you the same question." The voice of Ultra Magnus said, my gaze shifting over to him and my frame stiffening with anxiety. I eyed him suspiciously, unsure of what his motives were or why he was here.

"Puh, like you actually care." I grumbled in annoyance.

"Kid, don't be like that." Ratchet said.

"Look, no offense, but your Magnus here doesn't exactly have a good track record for mercy." I said as I shot the Magnus a glare.

"Neither does Megatron." Ultra Magnus said.

"You think I don't know that?" I laughed sarcastically. "He's the one who beat me to scrap and ripped my wings off." I paused and then let out a somewhat defeated sigh. "Look, I don't know what you want with me or why you saved me, but you should have left me to die out there. It would have given you one less Decepticon to worry about."

"And one less healer for either side." Ratchet said. "Wouldn't that have violated your own moral of not harming medics?"

"Hrmph." I huffed, not bothering to answer the question because I knew he was right.

"Y/D, I'm going to offer you a chance that I strongly urge you to take." Ultra Magnus said. "In exchange for your freedom and all charges dropped, we need you to tell us what you know of what Megatron plans to do with the Allspark."

"I.... I can't."

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#transformers #art #drawing #transformers animated #tfa #tfa fanfic #tf fanfic #transformers fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #male reader

[cybertronian-cupid]

💙 Valveplug TFA Autobots💙

Men's lingerie headcanons

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Optimus:

tank tops and boxer briefs

Wear a corset and watch him turn into a flustered mess

He likes the chemise style as well, the faux decency makes him feel bolder

He can also appreciate a regular lingerie set, but also likes to tie his partner up in shibari. Really gets his engine revving.

Ratchet:

Slip style gowns and lace bodysuit lingerie are his favorite

Thongs of any kind make it so much easier to spank his naughty organic, but being able to appreciate his partner’s ass if they’re wearing a bodysuit thong?

He realizes he has a thing for sexy teacher attire when his s/o wears it for him once. He can’t stop thinking about it for weeks to come, especially with what they did to him with that tie.

Prowl:

Animal print jockstraps. If you add some animal ears and a tail he’s gone.

Silky, flowy garments

Embroidered chemise in his color scheme is something he dreams of seeing on his s/o

Body stockings

Jazz:

He is crazy about cow lingerie, but he won’t say no to a charging bull or a slutty matador either ;)

Hip briefs

Silk short sleeved robes

Sentinel:

Suspender belts

Full body latex suit with ridiculously high heels is a look he’s curious to see on his S/O but he will never actually say it outright. His “subtle hints” are very obvious though. Any shoe would be fine, high heels are just his favorite.

Faux leather thong worn with a fishnet body stocking is going to shut him up on the spot.

Wear a costume piece of a prince and tie him up while he’s not looking. Just do it. You’ll love the results.

Panty harness

Ultra Magnus:

Negligee

Long flowy robes draped over their bare body

He likes it when his s/o is being a tease by wearing slightly sheer clothing (just enough so you can kind of glimpse the underwear and/or skin).

See-through lingerie accompanied with a cheeky “But I am dressed, see?” will make it very hard for him to keep his composure.

Slip thongs are really, really pushing it and he will lose his control if he sees them actually wearing one when he comes home.

Cocksock bikinis are surprisingly appealing to him.

Arcee:

She likes underwear that really squeezes your ass. Makes it so much more satisfying once you take it off.

She is a big fan of lace and mesh fabric

If you indulge her and wear some neon pink fishnets she’ll be blushing and stuttering. A crotchless bodysuit has an ever bigger effect, go easy on the old femme.

Blurr:

He likes thick ribbons. The kind you can tie around yourself like lingerie

He would also enjoy black and white checkered pieces

#valveplug #tfa valveplug #lingerie headcanons #men's lingerie headcanons #m!s/o #m!reader #male reader #nb!s/o #nb!reader #nonbinary reader #tfa optimus x reader #tfa ratchet x reader #tfa blurr x reader #tfa sentinel x reader #tfa prowl x reader #tfa jazz x reader #tfa ultra magnus x reader #tfa arcee x reader

[random-fandom1984]

MASTER LIST

Request are open!

ALLOWED:

●Fluff ●Yandere ●Angst ●Crossovers ●Character x Reader ●Character x Character ●References to other fandoms ●Comfort ●Headcanons ●Reader/Character from one dimension/universe getting sent to a different one (tfp x tfa, trollhunters x zak storm, etc)

●others to be added

NOT ALLOWED:

●NSFW ●Pedophilia ●Incest ●Certain sensitive topics (rape, abuse, etc) ●Other's OC's (I don't have the confidence to do that)

FANDOMS

Transformers

Tfa:

Optimus Prime Ratchet Prowl Bumblebee Bulkhead Jazz Jettwins Ultra Magnus Megatron Starscream (+clones) Lugnut Blitzwing Blackarachnia/Elita-1 Grimlock Wreck-Gar Soundwave Longarm Prime/Shockwave - All It Takes Is A Potion to Show How Much I'm Obsessed With You Wasp/Waspinator

Tfp:

Optimus Prime Ratchet Arcee Cliffjumper Smokescreen Bumblebee - Bumblebee x SG! Cybertronian Reader Bulkhead Wheeljack Ultra Magnus Megatron - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Starscream - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Soundwave - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Shockwave - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Predaking - Decepticons Meets Sparklings 5t3v3(Steve) - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Knockout - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Breakdown - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Dreadwing - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Arachnid Unicron

Tfe

Optimus Megatron Bumblebee Elita-1 Soundwave Shockwave Tarantulas Terrans(PLATONIC ONLY) Swindle Starscream

Tfg1

Optimus Prime Prowl Jazz Bumblebee Ratchet Megatron Starscream Skywarp Thundercracker Reflector Soundwave Soundwave x Cybertronian Reader Part 1 Shockwave Grimlock Unicron Other Autobots and Decepticons

Tfbw

Optimus Primal Rattrap Rhinox Cheetor Dinobot Megatron Tarantulas Waspinator

Tfrid2015

Bumblebee Sideswipe Strongarm Fix-it Grimlock Drift Steeljaw Thunderhoof Fracture Underbite Saberhorn

LEGO MONKIE KID

Mk Mei Red Son Jin & Yin Spider Queen Azure Lion Macaque Sun Wukong Nezha Syntax Huntsman Goliath (Strong Spider) Peng Lady Bone Demon Not Mayor

ZAK STORM

Zak Storm (PLATONIC ONLY) Cece Crogar Clovis (PLATONIC ONLY) Caramba (PLATONIC ONLY) Calabrass (PLATONIC ONLY) Golden Bones

Trollhunters/3Below/Wizards

Angor Rot Gunmar Bular Aaarrrgghh Blinky (Blinkous) Nomura Draal Krel Tarron & Aja Tarron (PLATONIC ONLY) Varvatos Tronos Madu Zadra Zeron Alpha Nari Skrael Bellroc

WHEN REQUESTING (More rules will be added later):

●Include the fact whether or not your request is platonic or romantic; If romantic, is Y/n or character in a relationship, and if not, who is the romantic interest(s)?

●Give me some of the plot of what you're thinking for your request. If you don't, and I don't know what you want it to be about, or I can't think of what to make up- Example:

Optimus x Reader. Angst. Reader is male.

I don't know what the plot should be, or what it should involve. Like, if it's good enough that I can think of what it could be, then yeah, sure, but that will be a rare chance with me. But if it's like this- Example:

Aaarrrgghh x Reader. Comfort. Basically, the reader has had a bad day at work/school, and the two of them just cuddle and enjoy the silence in each other's arms, slowly falling asleep.

Then I will be able to think of how it can go because you gave me what you want to include in your request, but now how, I will be able to get behind that.

● I can make the reader be based off of another character, like- Examples:

-Vox! Reader in Trollhunters

-Reader as Ratchet's little sister in Transformers: Generation 1

Anything! Whatever you want as long as it's allowed.

●If your request involves something that isn't allowed, then it will be ignored.

That's everything for now! Request away!

#transformers prime x reader #transformers animated x reader #transformers generation 1 x reader #trollhunters x reader #transformers earthspark x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #requests are open #masterlist #3below x reader #wizards x reader #transformers beast wars x reader #transformers robots in disguise 2015 #transformers #transformers x reader #transformers prime #transformers animated #transformers beast wars #transformers earthspark #transformers robots in disguise 2015 x reader #zak storm #3below #wizards #trollhunters #zak storm x reader

[mskenway97]

Masterlist

I think it's about time I create a masterlist of everything I've done, to organize myself better.

Scenarios

G/T transformers shy reader

G/T transformers helpless human angst/fluff

G/T transformers sleeping time

G/T transformers pet play

G/T transformers pet play (NSFW)

G/T transformers problems of be tiny

First contact au Rodimus prime x human reader (fluff)

Scenario Tf Earthspark Starscream (fluff)

Scenario Tf armada Stascream (soft vore, safe vore)

G/T transformers bad day

G/T transformers illness time

Transformers persona au

G/T transformers bot treat like a doll or teddy

G/T transformers bot first kiss

G/T transformers human sacrificed

Drabble tfp optimus prime 2.0

One Shot

optimus prime (TFP) x gn!human!reader first contact

Optimus prime (TFP) x gn!human reader confort

life or taste Megop (TFP) x gn!human reader (tasty au, soft vore)

Bot in flames Optimus prime (Bayverse) x Fem!human reader (NSFW)

Optimus prime x Blind!fem! Human Reader

Fishing Time (Merformers) Tfp Optimus Prime x Gn!Human!Reader

Side Effects Tfa Bumblebee x gn!human!reader(mouthplay, soft vore)

Song of calm Merformers prowl x Jazz

Payment terms TFP Starscream x Male!Human!Reader

A delicious surprise Tfp Breakdown x gn!human!reader (tasty au, soft vore, safe vore)

Curious cat ROTB Mirage x Fem!human!reader (g/t fearplay) part 2

Come My Way ROTB Optimus Prime x Fem!human!reader

Change of side Tfa Blitzwing x Fem!human!reader (multiple personalities)

I will stay Tfp Optimus Prime x Fem!human!reader (angst/fluff)

You are part of who I am Bayverse Optimus Prime x GN!human!reader (adopted angst/fluff)

Peaceful investigation Tfa Waspinator x Fem!human!reader (soft vore, protective vore)

First touch Tf armada Starscream x Fem!human!reader (soft vore, safe vore, a little crush kink)

Dangerous cuddles Tf armada HotShot x Fem!human!reader (soft vore, safe vore, comfort vore)

Specific solutions Tfa Wreack-gar x fem!human!reader (soft vore, safe vore)

Prime Urges TFP Optimus Prime Synth-en x fem!human!reader (nsfw)

Deep Audacity Mer Bravern x Isami Ao (soft vore, safe vore, mouthplay)

Between the sword and the robot MTMTE/IDW Rodimus x !GN!Human Reader (nsfw,vore)

Analysis g/t

G/T in Transformers (2007)

G/T in Transformers Revenge of the fallen (2009)

The Automatons

Cap 1

#sam writes #masterlist #transformers x reader #human x reader #transformers scenarios #transformers one shot #maccadams #maccadam #transformers g/t

[still-not-over-transformers]

Masterlist

I will update this regularly to be best of my ability. My channel is still fairly new so I apologize for the slim pickings below

Oneshots:

TFP:

Strictly Professional - TFP Knockout x Reader Insert (female human reader, sfw)

Young At Spark - TFP Ratchet x Reader (female human reader, suggestive, vitality-insecurity, fluffy angst)

Secret Rendezvous - TFP Starscream x Femme Autobot Reader (nsfw, Forbidden Romance)

TFE (Earthspark):

Be Still My Beating Spark - TFE Megatron x Cybertronian Femme OC (reunited after the war, romance, conjunx, fluff, sfw)

NSFW Alphabet Optimus Prime

ROTB:

The Perfect Pick-me-up - ROTB Mirage x Female Human Reader (comfort, fluff, sfw, antisocial reader)

New Year's Resolution - ROTB Mirage x Fem Human Reader (New Year’s Party, Drunken Flirting)

Just the Way You Are - ROTB Mirage x Femme Autobot Reader (Insecure reader, self conscious of body, misgendered, comfort, sfw, fluff, confidence BOOST)

TFA:

A Mutually Beneficial Partnership - TFA Swindle x GN Human Reader (Sfw, Deal-making, unforeseen benefits/consequences, Swindle being Swindle)

Ain't I Good to You? - TFA Blitzwing x Female Human Reader (Jazz Singer, Simping, Fluff, Tex Avery-inspired)

The Winning Team - TFA Starscream x Femme Cybertronian Reader (NSFW, Valveplug, seduction, cream pie)

UNSPECIFIED:

Under Pressure - Unknown Continuity Optimus Prime x Megatron x Female Human Reader POLY (Sfw, adhd reader, polyamorous, fluff)

Headcanons:

TFE/TFP Starscream x GN Reader (Showing Affection, NSFW)

TFP Arcee & Ratchet x Female Human Reader (Reactions to reader being hypnotized by Decepticons)

TFP Ratchet & Optimus x Male Human Reader (Reactions to receiving love letter from reader)

TFP Starscream x Female Human Reader (English as a second language, sfw, fluff, slight language barrier)

Fanfics:

When Sparks Fly Part. 1 - TFP Fanfic Bumblebee x Femme Cybertronian OC (Reunited after years, unresolved feelings, romance, adventure)

Gif Collection:

Random:

ROTB:

#transformers #transformers prime #masterlist #decepticons #transformers rotb #transformersprime #mirage transformers #mirage #miragerotb #starscream #bumblebee #rotb optimus #optimus prime #transformersreaderinsert #transformers oneshot #transformers fanfiction #transformers one shots #transformers reader insert

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

Masterlist 2

Making a second one because apparently the first broke. But I will link the first one here. If a post is angst, NSFW or I think may be triggering I am putting a * next to it.

MASTERLIST 1

RULES

KO-FI

Archive of our own

My own AU/fIc writings

All my work below the read more because it is now quite long:

Autobot Headcanons:

Mirage, Bee, Hot Rod, Crosshairs halloween paint

Hound, Hot Rod, Bee, Rung, Tailgate halloween movies

Bee, Optimus, Hot Rod NSFW*

Bee, Hot Rod, Optimus, Brains, Wheelie designer bot

TFP bots help newly transformed human

Lockdown as a father*

Hot Rod, Bee, Optimus, Mirage sad comfort at a gun range*

Hot Rod, Bee, bots play too rough with their kid

Bee comforts S/O after being called a con*

Bee, Hot Rod, Hound, Optimus react to S/O, Rung and Tailgate getting yelled at*

Hot Rod, Bee, Optimus react to S/O getting asked out by another bot

Mirage, Nitro Zues, Roadbuster dating

Bee's S/O gets hurt angst*

Crosshairs, Hot Rod, Bee and Barricade with a fashion designer S/O

Who confesses first Optimus, Bee, Hot Rod, Dino

Bay bots react to their friend being a sports star

Bee reacts to seeing his kid for the first time

Hot Rod reacts to getting a puppy

Hot Rod, Bee, Hound react to dinobot minis hurting their inside

TFA bots and elite guard react to bots like Glitz and Glam from HB

TFP Bots react to befriending minicons

Bay Hot Rod teaches female human French

Bay Hot Rod cuddles and fluff in bed

RTOB Mirage with an S/O who gets ill

Mirage teaching his S/O the Cybertronian language

Dino, Hot Rod, Bee react to falling in front of their crush

Optimus, Bee, Crosshairs and Megatron react to a Medusa reader

Optimus, Hound, Bee, Hot Rod, Crosshairs react to another bot revving their engine at them

Bay bots react to someone they are not attracted to confessing to them

TFP Bots react to seeing a human baby

Hot Rod with a pregnant S/O

Dino, Bee, Hot Rod, Hound react to femme thinking they are attractive

Dino finds out Bee is dating his cousin

ROTB Mirage with a pregnant S/O

Rotb Mirage with reader headcannon after he has a nightmare

Bay Ratchet with a pregnant S/O

Traits the Bay bots find attractive

Fluff with old bay bots

Bee, Dino, Hot Rod, Nitro Zeus and how they flirt

ROTB bots comfort their partner taking a test

Bay Bee jealous of his Cyber S/O playing games

Cogman, Bee, Hot Rod, Wheelie react to a clumsy bot

Bay bots react to a bot with a farming alt mode

Bots react to Bee dating a super attractive femme

Dino, Bee, Hot Rod, Nitro Zeus react to a femme who finds battle masks attractive

All the old mechs meet

Optimus, Dino, Bee, Hot Rod as parents

Autobot Oneshots:

Bay Ratchet x Ironhide x GN human reader NSFW

ROTB Mirage x human reader with fear of the ocean

Hot Rod holoform x human female NSFW

Optimus x human reader: Optimus gets injured during battle*

Human teacher Optimus x female reader student

Blind human Orion Pax x reader

Optimus reassures female friend after scaring her*

TFP Arcee x human reader slight angst*

Hot Rod x fem reader NSFW*

Noah Diaz x fem reader

Bee x femme cybertronian reader

Hot Rod x human female reader

Bumblebee angst after Sam's death*

Medic reader helps all the old autobots

Decepticon Headcanons:

Megatron's child leaves to be with an Autobot*

Lockdown with twin kids*

Blackout with an S/O

TFP cons react to twin cons like Glitz and Glam

TFP bots and cons react to sparklings

Decepticon oneshots:

Shockwave learning about Earth plants

Soundwave adopts a new cassette

TFA Megatron x male Cybertron with insomnia

Megatron x Autobot reader

Megatron x Autobot reader part 2 NSFW

#masterlist #masterlist 2 #transformers

[uselessmicrowave]

,,, more blitzwing x ftm reader ? puppy-like mech to justify the nicknames n shit. uh. edging + coddling ?

- puppymech anon (can i call myself that)

“Hmm, good puppy.” Blitzwing murmurs, his digits trailing down your body. “Doing so well for me, good boy.”

He presses a kiss against your body, his servo moving down farther to caress a more sensitive area. Your quiet whines encourage Blitzwing to kiss down your midsection down to your waist.

“Mmphnn…”

“What was that, welpe? Use your words.” His cold vents against your sex makes you gasp.

“More, please…” Your sentence shifts into a long whine. Your whole waist area is throbbing for attention, your thighs twitching at the lack of friction.

“More of what, liebe?”

“T-touch,” You whimper, already feeling the heat in your core ebbing away, “please.”

Blitzwing presses his dermas against your soft human flesh, drawing out even more sweet noises from you.

#blitzwing #tfa blitzwing x reader #tfa blitzwing #blitzwing tfa #valveplug #tfa #transformers animated #tfa x reader #tfa x male reader #call yourself whatever you want to #blitzwing x reader #blitzwing x mech reader

[ablobwhowrites]

Yandere transformers prime/ animated shitposting

(just writing shit that I thought of while writing the yandere transformers request.)

Blitzwing random: "what if I cover you in energon and lick you up and down?" M/n: "oh my goodness" *m/n starts to laugh in fear*

Tfp human m/n when realizes soundwave knows m/n’s every move even his fucking search history 

Sari: “why do you have boobs?” Autobot y/n: “these aren’t boobs” sari: ““do you have to wear a bra?” Y/n: ““you little shi-” 

*breakdown and bulkhead aggressively fighting on who gets to take y/n back with them* y/n: “haha, I’m in danger” 

Sari: “m/n likes your butt and paint job, he thinks it’s fancy” Optimus: “he thinks my paint job is fancy?” 

tfp Y/n: “nothing can ruin this beautiful day!” *bumblebee drives toward y/n* y/n: “OH JESUS CHRIST!” 

Tfp human m/n: “PLEASE LET ME GO, I HAVE A FAMILY!” Megatron: “how about no” 

*when transformers prime transformers come into the transformers animated world* m/n: “can you tell me sari….WHY THE FRAG IS THEIR TWO FRAGGING MEGATRONS?!?!” 

#yandere transformers #yandere transformers prime #yandere transformers animated #transformers animated #transformers prime #transfomers x reader #tfa #tfp #x male reader #male reader #x male s/o #yandere x male reader #yandere x oc #yandere x y/n #tfp x male reader #yandere male x male reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #tfp x reader

[petitelepus]

Hello! May I request a TFA Ratchet x male cybertronian reader fic where the reader gives Ratty a massage and it leads to a spicier make out session? -🌼

"Frag, I'm getting too old for this...!" Ratchet grunted as he sat on the couch made of concrete and rubbed his shoulders.

You immediately took notice and walked up to the old medic. "What's wrong, old timer?"

"One, frag you," Ratched flinched, his shoulders aching, "And my joints are just tight."

"I could help you?" You asked, making the old Bot bark out a laugh. You frowned, "I'm serious!"

"Sure you are," Ratchet nodded, and your frown deepened as you settled behind him and suddenly grabbed his shoulders.

"Hey, what are you-!?" The old medic was about to object but you pressed your servos into his joints and Ratchet almost shouted out when you hit exactly the spot that was bothering him.

"Just!" You snapped, "Just stay put and let me help!"

Ratchet looked like he wanted to object, but you twisted your servos on the tight spot and he groaned as you set to work.

You may not have been a medic that knew everything about Cybertronian frames like Ratchet, but you were proud of your abilities to figure out where the worst knots were.

"You're..." Ratchet grumbled, "Surprisingly good at this."

"Thank you!" You smiled, so happy with your abilities to ease pain, "Whenever my partners would have back pain I would give them a massage and they would feel much better then!"

"Your partners, huh?" The old medic scoffed, "You rub old mechs like me for pleasure, huh?"

"Only the old mechs I like," You smiled right back at him once you were sure that his back pain was gone, you smacked his shoulders and back with your palms, sending the energon underneath the armor moving.

"Frag!" It did catch Ratchet off guard though. You grinned, "And you're done!"

"What the frag-!?" The old mech turned to glare and no doubt shout at you, but once he faced you, you leaned in and kissed him. The medic's blue optics widened, but before he could register what happened, you pulled away and grinned.

"Like I said, I do this to oldies I like," You licked your lips mischievously, and Ratchet blinked in shock. Taking your chance, you ran away while cackling madly and the medic touched his lips before getting mad at you for stealing a kiss from him like that and not letting him return your gesture.

"Boy, get back here!"

"Make me!"

#reader #transformers #transformers animated #tfa #writing #anon #ratchet #short and sweet #massage #massaging #ENJOY! #kissing

[sweetrevxnge]

Like Phantoms, Forever

Chapter Fourteen | If It Bleeds

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader

Summary: Your destiny had never been clear to you, only becoming so when it led you to leaving behind the life you knew to train with the galaxy's sole Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker. His Jedi Academy became your new home, bringing with it the promise of someday becoming a Jedi Knight. While navigating the ways of the Force, an inexplicable connection forms between you and a fellow student—the heir to the legendary Skywalker bloodline, Ben Solo. Together, the two of you must face your destinies and forge the path to your true selves.

What to expect: fluff, violence, sexual content, general angst, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

Additional info: this story is set in 28 ABY, six years prior to the events of TFA

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

Masterlist

Spotify Playlist

Word count: 3.8k

Chapter-specific CW: descriptions of injury, violence, blood, abduction

A/N: I am once again apologizing for the long wait for this chapter, I basically gutted it and rewrote it over these past few days, but here it is!

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The first thing you registered when you came to was the coppery tang of blood coating your tongue. That, and a violent throbbing in your head. A weak groan rumbled in your throat, coming out as nothing more than a croak to anyone listening.

Your vision was cloudy, with solid, black edges that made discerning the details of your surroundings nearly impossible. The only thing you could make out was the outline of a building of some sort directly in front of you, its dark exterior a stark contrast against the cloudy sky. 

Two hands were wrapped around either of your arms, both gripping tightly at the junction of your shoulder and body as they pulled you across the paved ground. Your bare feet dragged beneath you, catching on scattered debris and sharp gravel, tearing into your flesh. The pain hardly reached you as you drifted in and out of consciousness, feeling as if you were detached from your body as your captors corralled you into the building.

“All of this trouble over some Jedi girl?” a modulated voice said, gruff and low. The words were muffled in your ears, but still clear enough to make out.

“I don’t know, Card. I stopped asking questions a long time ago,” said a different, but equally as modulated male voice.

The two men continued to carry you unceremoniously through a dark corridor and as they did, you felt yourself starting to slip away once again. Whatever strength had possessed you to rouse long enough to catch a glimpse of your surroundings was dwindling, the cold darkness quickly chipping away at your consciousness.

Before you slipped back under, you caught one last comment from one of the men. 

“All I know is that the General better fucking be happy with this one.”

It’s raining. Not any ordinary, light drizzle, but rather as if the heavens were determined to soak your very bones in cold rainwater. The night is starless under the coverage of the gray storm clouds, leaving the landscape blanketed in darkness.

Thick mud coats your hands and knees as you push yourself up, scanning your surroundings to the best of your ability in the storm. Rainwater streams down your nose, dripping off the tip of it as you stand to your feet, feeling as if your legs might give way at any moment.

Lightning rips through the sky, illuminating the uneven terrain beneath you for a fleeting moment. Nothing about this setting looks familiar, but that isn’t hard to say given the time of day and ceaseless weather.

Utterly disoriented, you arbitrarily choose a direction and set off into the night, unsure where you were running to or what it would lead you to.

Your efforts are short-lived as your feet catch on something in your path, sending you tumbling into the cold, wet soil. The air in your lungs escapes as you hit another anomaly, one that was soft and absorbent of the impact of your body.

As you search blindly for solid ground, you feel the unmistakable texture of cloth under your palms. Your eyes widen as you pull your hands away, scrambling backwards as a flash of lightning shows you what had cushioned your landing.

The lifeless corpse of one of your classmates lies beneath you, mouth agape with empty, half-lidded eyes that stared into oblivion. You try to scream, but no sound leaves your throat, as if your voice was trapped in your chest under a dense layer of cobwebs.

In your effort to separate yourself from the body, you collide with another, one with mangled limbs and a seared hole through the center of its chest. You stare in horror as you stagger to your feet, your eyes fixated on the remains of your peer. In order to avoid crossing paths with another corpse, you pull your gaze away and focus on the earth moving beneath your feet.

Before you can manage to escape the expansive minefield of carnage, a glowing, red blade roared to life a few meters behind you. The sound alone sends an icy shiver along your spine.

You whip your head around, discovering that the owner of the blade is a tall, masked figure wielding a shoddily made lightsaber. Other than the long, black robes that ripple in the wind, the only discernible feature of the man stalking towards you is the silver ridges that line the eyes of his black helmet.

Adrenaline takes over your instincts as you turn and run, navigating the maze of bodies littering the dark field. The lightsaber blade hums in an unsteady rhythm as the masked man follows behind you, quickly scaling the distance between the two of you as you struggle to run through the viscid mud.

You glance behind you every few paces, trying to gauge how close the assailant had come, finding that he was now no more than a meter away. When you turn your attention back to the path ahead of you, the scenery is entirely different, one you recognize immediately. 

The dark landscape had transformed into the Jedi Academy, its array of wooden buildings now engulfed by tall, raging flames. Smoldering ash replaces the rain falling around you as the remaining structures crumble under the weight of their rooftops, collapsing and giving life to new, bright flames as they did.

The still-warm ash lands on your face and arms, your eyes burning as you watch the scene unfold, walking back on your heels. Nearly instantly, you collide with something—someone. The solid, unrelenting frame of your hunter.

Before you can react, a big hand snakes up your waist, holding you firmly in place. You open your mouth to scream, but as you do, everything vanishes.

A stifled cry escaped your lips as you jolted awake, finding yourself yet again in an unfamiliar setting, only this time, the cool ground beneath you felt too tangible to belong to a dream. 

The room was dark, with the only source of light being a sole stream of sunlight pouring in from a small crack in the ceiling. Around you was a continuous, jagged wall, as if it were not by design, but rather a natural inlet that had been repurposed as a holding cell. The smell of mildew permeated the air, coupled with the rhythmic sound of water dripping and broken fragments of stalactites littering the ground. 

Your thoughts raced by at hyperspeed as you tried to understand what was happening. The last thing you could remember clearly was drifting off in your hut, before a dart pierced the side of your neck. Carefully, you reached up to touch the same spot, discovering that there was a thin, cotton pad taped over it. How considerate.

Something warm slowly trickled down your face, originating at a weeping gash in your left temple. You raised a hand to touch it, only to find that you were restrained by two heavy, silver bonds attached to the floor.

Panic swelled in your chest, tightening around your ribcage and snuffing out all of the air in your lungs. You bit your lip to stop it from quivering, warm tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. You felt utterly powerless.

The familiar aura of the Force was absent, just like it had been at the Academy. It made sense now. Whoever had taken you had planned this thoroughly, even taking your Force sensitivity into consideration and somehow quashing it, before and after your abduction.

Your breath became shallow and quick as your vision turned into a field of bright, white spots. A multitude of questions crossed your mind at once, all too overwhelming to process in a single instance. Only one stood out for longer than a millisecond: were you going to die?

Silent tears rolled down your face, cutting through the layers of sweat and dirt that coated your skin. The restraints tore into your wrists as you instinctually moved to wipe them away, their sharp edges slicing fresh wounds into your flesh.

A strangled sob escaped your mouth, sounding only half as desperate as you actually felt.

“Good to see that you’ve finally awakened…” a disembodied voice echoed through the small room.

You froze, silencing your whimpers and stilling your movements, like prey that had been backed into a corner.

“I was beginning to worry that you had hit your head a bit too hard on the way here, but I am relieved to see that that is not the case.”

The voice belonged to a man, that much you could tell, but every other quality of him remained a mystery, including which shadowy corner he was inhabiting in the small space. His voice sounded closer now than it had just a moment ago, encroaching on you where you lay, a sitting duck in silver chains.

Your throat knocked as you swallowed a dry gulp, mustering up every ounce of strength you had left to fire back. “What do you want from me?”

“What? Not even a ‘hello’ to start?” The man stalked forward, passing under the stream of sunlight that illuminated him at the left end of your enclosure.

You narrowed your eyes as he stepped closer, trying to make out the details of his face as he approached you.

His pale features absorbed the white light, matching the trimmed beard that framed his chin. The man’s fiery red hair was littered with flecks of gray, the wiry strands combed back with an excessive amount of gel. He wore an onyx black suit with a tight, starchy collar, complete with a cape made from the same material pinned at either shoulder. It flowed behind him as he moved like a wave of darkness, utterly devoid of warmth. Arranged in two tidy rows on his left breast was a collection of blue and red squares—the same ones that represented Imperial rankings.

The blood in your veins ran cold at the sight. It was true then, the Empire had never really been defeated, it had merely been lying dormant, operating in the shadows of the New Republic as its loyal subjects rebuilt what was once theirs.

Nausea rolled through your stomach as the man towered over you, standing just far enough back to stay out of your limited range of motion. He crouched down to your level and extended a leather glove out to cup your cheek. The sensation intensified the unease in your stomach, curdling whatever food was left from your last meal.

“I’m told that you have the spirit of a true warrior,” he said with a cold laugh, his short fingers tracing up to the wound at your hairline. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

Your snide response died on your tongue as he buried his thumb into the wound on your temple, destroying the scab that had begun forming and sending fresh blood running down the side of your face. Pain ripped through you, forcing your eyes shut and your teeth to clench as you staved off the sensation for as long as you could tolerate. He continued to prod his fat finger inside the gash, uncovering new, tender nerves until he earned an anguished scream from you.

“How wonderful,” he said, an ugly grin stretching across his round face. He pulled his thumb free from the wound, taking in the sight of the crimson sheen that coated his black glove.

Raw, senseless anger instantly replaced the pain, clouding your thoughts and warping your perception of the world around you.

He procured a white, silk handkerchief from his uniform and ran it over his glistening glove as he spoke. “I must say, I did not believe the Captain when he promised such a strong fighter, but perhaps he was correct.”

“What ‘Captain’?” you asked with an irritated cadence. 

Before tucking the cloth away, he lowered it to your face, wiping up the blood that oozed down your cheek. As he retracted it, you could see what appeared to be an Imperial insignia sewn into the corner of the fabric, but it didn’t look quite the same as you remembered. This one appeared to have more divots in its design, as if to show the evolution of the organization since its downfall, its rebirth from the ashes of the Empire.

“Oh, what a terrible host I am,” he sneered. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am General Brendol Hux, joined by the brilliant Admiral Sloane and her loyal Captains.”

You dropped your head back against the wall, feeling dizzy and weak from everything you had endured up to this point.

“Brilliant? Loyal?” you managed to ask, turning the corners of your lips up as you let out a weak scoff. “You must think highly of them. The sentiment clearly isn’t shared, considering that they sent you into this shithole to do their dirty work.”

A stinging sensation spread across your face, searing the nerves where the back of Brendol Hux’s hand had landed. The taste of iron spread across your tongue, coating your white teeth in a red wash.

“Insolent girl,” he spat. “You’d be wise to shut your mouth in the presence of the First Order.”

The First Order. After spending years sulking in the shadows and countless hours planning their great return to power, that was the best name they could come up with?

“What could you possibly want with me? I’m the least experienced student at the Academy, for fuck’s sake!”

A chilling grin stretched across his face, revealing the yellow-stained teeth beneath his thin lips. "You're right. But it is not experience we are concerned with, my dear."

The statement made your heart plummet through your chest. It wasn’t difficult to deduce his meaning. The First Order would never be able to break the mind of an experienced Force-user, but they could undeniably bend a naive mind to their will.

It was then that you realized you had no idea if you were alone in your capture. Acid bubbled in your throat at the thought of harm coming to any of your classmates, especially one in particular.

The thought of Ben being trapped in a similar situation as you were, shackled and bloody, made you sick. But there was no use dwelling on the possibility right now. For all you knew, he was safe. Even so, nothing would put your mind at ease until you could see him and know for certain.

“I’d rather die than serve you,” you snapped, your bottom lip nearly trembling as the last word left your mouth.

Hux only clicked his tongue in response, crossing his hands behind his back as he paced the cell. “While that can be arranged if you’d like, I think you’ll find your role within our ranks more fulfilling than mindlessly lifting rocks for that lunatic, Skywalker.”

The biting remark made anger rise in your chest, but you pushed it down. “Please, do enlighten me.”

He dug around his breast pocket for a moment before retrieving a small, sleek remote with two buttons. He swiped his short thumb over the controls and in an instant, the chains detached from your restraints. Before you could enjoy your newfound freedom and land a weak punch on him, the chains coiled into a tight rod and reattached to your bonds as one unit between your wrists.

“Allow me to show you instead,” he said, stepping back to allow you room to stand. “Besides, somebody here has been anticipating your arrival.”

“I’m sure they have,” you said facetiously, groaning as you hoisted yourself up, struggling to do so with the bar between your wrists.

“Get up. I don’t have all day.” Hux lifted his chin, motioning for you to stand.

It was as if you had inconvenienced him when you didn’t immediately follow his order, a look of contempt written across his hardened features. 

You sucked in a breath, resisting the urge to throw vile insults at the bastard man, and stood. Though it would do your current predicament no good, it would be thoroughly satisfying to get under his skin.

You felt as if your head was full of cotton as blood rushed throughout your body, your toes and fingertips tingling. The ragged wall caught you as your balance faltered, nearly falling over yourself on the first step forward.

Hux’s footsteps receded as he walked back toward the corridor where he had emerged from, evidently already having lost patience with you. Given the grim situation you were in and the even more grim chances of escaping this fortress, following him would likely be your only opportunity outside of your holding cell.

Begrudgingly, you followed him, focusing all of your remaining energy into every step you took, trying to ignore the pain that shot through your feet with every movement. 

As you crossed the threshold of the hallway that led away from your cell, you stopped for a moment, resting your forehead against the coarse wall in the hope of relieving the throbbing in your skull. You blinked, trying to erase the black specks that were floating in your vision. 

A volt of energy surged through your restraints, stinging the raw skin at your wrists.

“Keep moving, girl,” he hissed, calling behind him without so much as turning his head.

With a huff, you pushed yourself away from the wall and continued to drag your feet down the dark corridor, the rage from earlier amplifying within your chest. While the despair and suffering had worn down your spirit more efficiently than you wished it had, there was one thing you were certain about: you would not be someone’s pawn. In the face of evil, death was a noble option in comparison to a lifetime of servitude for a corrupt organization.

With every passing second, the gravity of your situation was becoming more real and less like a waking nightmare.

The hallway was astonishingly narrow. It would have been difficult to navigate on any normal day, let alone in as you were now. Brendol Hux walked confidently, the stiff seams on his shoulders never once falling forward as he led you to your fate. Everything about him disgusted you, from the scant patch of hair on the back of his head, to his heavy, bowlegged stride.

Just then, a reckless curiosity entered your mind, and against your better judgment, you gave it merit.

“In the interest of keeping an open line of communication between us, may I ask where we are?”

As soon as you had asked the question, you wished you hadn’t. 

Hux stopped abruptly in his path, turning to face you with an irate scowl. You retreated on your heels as he marched towards you, slamming you into the stone wall by your throat, crushing your windpipe with a bruising grip.

“You really expect me to disclose where our covert operations are taking place?” He squeezed your neck tighter. “Hopefully your brawn outweighs your intelligence, you stupid twat.”

Gasping for air, you clawed at his hand, disregarding the sting of the cuffs as they sliced into your wrists repeatedly. Your lungs began to burn as tears filled your vision, distorting the world around you. Not only are you an idiot, but you’re about to be a dead idiot, you thought.

“P-please,” you choked out, quickly losing the energy to continue fighting back. “I’m…s-sorry.”

He released you, snickering at the sight of you hunched over, sputtering and coughing violently. “Consider that a warning for any other questions you may have.”

Wiping away a string of spit from your bottom lip on your sleeve, you stared at him, blind rage sweeping through you. “Noted.”

He snickered and continued walking, prompting you to follow. Your hands tightened into fists as you both walked in silence, racking your brain for a way to knock him out and still manage to escape with your life. It seemed a bit contradictory to beat the life out of you in order to earn your cooperation, but then again, the First Order was the Empire’s younger sibling. You hardly expected them to treat you with anything but utter disrespect.

“We’re here,” Hux announced, stepping aside from your line of vision to reveal a dimly lit, cavernous room. 

Similar to your holding cell, the walls were made of rough stone, with remnants of massive stone arches and carvings strewn haphazardly along the perimeter of the room. Lanterns lined the walls, emitting weak, fluorescent light into the room.

In the center of the room stood three silhouettes, shrouded in darkness. Each one varied in height and size, but before you could make out any more details, Hux pushed you forward, sending you staggering towards them.

Like an item up for auction, you could feel their shadowy eyes on you, scrutinizing you. One of the figures shifted, moving to properly inspect your condition. To your surprise, this shadow was a woman. Donning a tailored, white Imperial uniform with gold bands on either shoulder, she appeared before you. Her hair was black, with a sole streak of silver running through the ponytail that held her thick curls. Her face could have been carved from stone with how stoic she was, not a single muscle moving out of turn as she spoke.

“The girl we’ve heard so much about,” she said flatly. “Come closer, child. I don’t bite.” 

You did as you were told, taking timid steps forward until Hux shoved you again, closing the distance. The woman was less than a foot away from you now, her dark eyes boring holes through yours.

With a gloved finger, she traced a line down your cheek, smearing the tacky blood onto the white leather. She rubbed the blood between her thumb and index finger, as if she were appraising the quality of it.

“Would you look at that? It seems that Jedi do bleed, after all,” she whispered, her face contorted into a sneer. “You’d better be worth the trouble you’ve caused, scum.” Though she spoke softly, the sentiment behind her words was deafening.

“Last I checked, I didn’t ask to be abducted,” you hissed, flaring your nostrils as you exhaled loudly.

She let out a low chuckle and rolled her eyes, moving to circle behind you. You followed her with your eyes, matching the intensity of her stare. Drawing on all of your energy, you furrowed your brows, attempting to draw upon the Force surrounding you, but felt nothing but a cold draft coming from an unseen vent. Whatever they had done to suppress your abilities had been effective, and its potency was unwavering.

From the shadows came another voice—a male voice, one with an unmistakable timbre. He stepped forward, revealing his face in the flickering light as he spoke.

“I can assure you, Admiral, she’ll be worth the effort.”

The warmth in your blood vanished, the same blood that coursed through the man standing before you.

#DUN DUN DUN!!! #also I really do apologize for the long wait between uploads #I was lightly working on my dracula!kylo fic between uploads AND trying to adjust to my full-time schedule #ben solo #ben solo x reader #kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x y/n #kylo ren x you #ben solo x fem!reader #ben solo x you #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars self insert #kylo ren smut #ben solo smut #my writing

[skylarkking]

"One in the Same"

A Blitzwing x Mech!Reader Fanfic

Word Count: 2k+

Prologue: Creation

“Percy, are you sure this is a good idea?” Wheeljack asked as his fellow scientist tapped away at one of the workstations. “I mean, wouldn't this be safer if we used a blank protoform?”

“The number of blank protoforms are dwindling rapidly.” Perceptor said. “To use one in this experiment would risk losing it. The cadaver Ultra Magnus has provided us will do.”

Wheeljack turned to look at the cadaver in question, an unassuming looking bot with a strangely peaceful face as his form floated in the amber fluid filled test tube. His optics were closed as if he were in stasis, when in actuality, his spark was snuffed. Attached to his back like great wings were hundreds of cables, sensors, and wires, giving him an extremely alien look. 

“Who was he anyway?” Wheeljack asked.

“No one knows,” Perceptor said. “His frame was found lying in an alleyway. No identifying marks or even a serial number. A no one.”

“Weird.” Wheeljack said. 

“It is indeed unusual. But let's not lose focus.” The pair of bots retreated away from the test tube and into a sort of safe room, Perceptor entering a few equations into the console and grabbing ahold a lever. “Initiating data transfer and power sequence.” 

The scientist pulled the lever, and a shock of electricity ran through the cables attached to the cadaver's frame. His frame jolted and kicked wildly as it thrashed about, bubbles forming within the amber liquid with each convulsion. His chassis heaved as helicopter blades erupted from the protoform along with other attributes associated with flyers. His chassis heaved as if a gasp were taken, a spark igniting within the core. My spark. 

Alarms blared, and lights flashed all around, my optics snapping open as I tried to scream. The sound would be muffled by the fluid, and there were only two things I felt at that moment. Pain, and fear.

“SHUT IT DOWN!” I heard a voice shout, terrifying me further as I writhed in the tube, my razor-sharp digits clawing at the glass before curling into a fist and smashing into it. Cracks formed in the glass with each strike until it shattered, the shards and liquid pouring out of the tube and onto the pale metallic floor along with my frame.

“CODE RED IN LAB! LOCK EVERYTHING DOWN!” Wheeljack cried out. My optics darted to the scientists, and I shrieked in fear as they ran to pin me down. I managed to roll out of the way and rip the cables and sensors off of me, my frame shakily rising and making a run for it. 

Doors began to close, and the alarms blared even louder than before. Bots with weapons swarmed the halls, chasing me as I ran. I let out a shrieking whir when one of the halls I was going to run through was blocked by one of the bots. My pedes skidded to a halt, and I tried to go back, but that way was also blocked.

I was trapped.

“Perceptor. Wheeljack. We have it cornered.” One of the bots said as he aimed a weapon at me.

I screamed and instinctively slashed my claw like digits at the bot. The claws dug deep enough to cause him to leak trails of energon, and the bot hissed in pain. This caused him to drop his weapon and back off. I grabbed it and shakily pointed it at him, more bots flooding the halls with weapons drawn.

“He's got a blaster!” One of the guards yelled. In a panic, I pointed it between the two groups of armed bots, the blades on my back shaking and trembling with terror. 

“What's all the noise?” A grouchy sounding voice yelled, catching my attention. My optics flicked to the source, and I saw a cranky looking medic with a white and red paint job shoving his way past the armed bots.

“Ratchet, stay back.” One of the bots said. “It's dangerous!” 

The medic glanced over to me and saw I was absolutely terrified. On occasion, my optics would flick between violet, orange, and blue coloration. I was leaking energon and heavily venting as I struggled to focus on the multitude of bots.

“Hey kid.” Ratchet said softly, my optics darting to him with fear. “You're scared, aren't you?”

“Ratchet don't try to reason with it.” The bot said. “It attacked one of us.”

“S…. Scared.” I managed to say, my voice cracking and fritzing with static.

“I would be too.” Ratchet said calmly. “Can you give me the blaster?” 

“NO!” I panicked as I pointed it to the other armed bots. “No no!”

“Lower your weapons.” Ratchet ordered the bots.

“Are you crazy?!” One of them snapped.

“I said lower them dammit! He's scared enough as it is!” One by one, the armed bots lowered their weapons, Ratchet holding out his servo to me. “Give me the blaster kid.”

“Wh… why?” I asked.

“You're hurt and scared. I want to help you. But first you have to give me the blaster.” 

My optics glanced at the other bots, and with slow and calculated steps, I approached the medic and handed him the blaster. Ratchet took it and handed it to the injured bot before returning his attention to me.

Ratchet motioned for me to take a seat, and hesitantly, I did. I felt fatigue wash over me while the medic worked on welding my injuries, the slight sting and hot hiss of metal filling my senses, and seeming to drown out all other sounds.

“There.” Ratchet said as he inspected his work. “Good as new.”

“Ratchet!” Wheeljack called as he and Perceptor came running through the group of bots. I immediately stood and shielded the medic from the two scientists, my optics switching to violet as I growled like an angry beast at them.

“Hey hey its okay.” Ratchet said. “they're friends.”

“f… friends?” I questioned, the color of my optics flicking back to blue.

“Yeah kid. Their friends.” I lowered my guard and shrunk back behind the medic like a scared sparkling. Due to my height, the medic shielded me quite well from view. 

“Perceptor!” The bot I had injured snapped at the scientist. “You and Wheeljack need to terminate that thing! It could have killed me!”

“Sir, it only scratched you a little.” Another bot commented. “I mean, it already stopped leaking.”

“Shut it!” The bot snapped. “It had my blaster in its servos and was going to kill us!”

“Because you cornered him with weapons drawn!” Ratchet argued. 

“S-scared.” I whispered, and I shrank even further behind Ratchet. Ratchet turned and placed a protective but gentle servo on my back in a silent form of reassurance. 

“The subject currently has the mental maturity of a sparkling.” Perceptor said. “It was logical for it to react the way it did.”

“Logical? You call clawing at me and grabbing my blaster logical?!” The bot argued.

“Loud!” I whimpered as I covered my audials and vented rapidly.

“Hey hey hey its okay.” Ratchet said softly as he tried to calm me down. 

“Ratchet, do you think you can get the subject back to the lab?” Perceptor asked. “We will take care of this.”

“Yeah, sure.” Ratchet said. The medic motioned for me to follow, and I anxiously did, the group of bots parting and allowing us to pass. I could feel their optics fixate onto me, and my own flicked to orange as intrusive and impulsive thoughts raged around. But I didn't do any of them despite wanting to so badly. 

We eventually returned to the lab where maintenance drones were cleaning up the mess I had made, my orange optics landing on a shard of glass that looked a lot like a dagger.

I giggled and went to reach for it when Ratchet slapped my servo away, snapping me out of my Mania and back to a Lucid state.

“Don't touch that kid.” Ratchet said. “It could hurt you.” 

“Sorry.” I meekly apologized. Ratchet sighed and motioned for me to sit on an examination table, to which I curiously complied. 

“Kid, I'm going to run diagnostics on you, okay? It will feel weird, but it will help me help you.” Ratchet said as he pulled out a diagnostic cable from his toolkit. 

“No thank you!” I whimpered when I saw the probe.

“Hey hey its okay.” Ratchet said. “It's not sharp, see?” He gently let me touch the tip of the probe, and, as he said, it was dull just like an audio jack. “This will click into place right here.” Ratchet demonstrated the probe by inserting it in a port on the side of his helm. “See? It doesn't hurt at all.” He unplugged the cable and gave me a small smile. “Will you let me run the diagnostic now that you know it won't hurt?”

I hesitated a moment but nodded meekly. Ratchet inserted the probe into the side of my helm, and to me, it tickled. I giggled a little before freezing up when I saw the two scientists re-enter the lab with a tall, bulky blue mech weilding a massive warhammer. I made anxious whining noises, and my optics flicked between the scientists and the new bot.

“Whatcha doing there, Ratch?” Wheeljack asked.

“Running a diagnostic on him.” Ratchet said before turning his attention to me. “Okay, we're all done. I'm gonna take the probe out now.” I nodded and allowed the medic to disconnect the diagnostic probe. The sensation of it being pulled out was less that savory. “Good job, kid.” Ratchet said. 

“Ratchet.” The new mech said, his voice mildly frightening me. Ratchet turned around and finally noticed, his own frame stiffening a little.

The sight of him being distressed triggered my Wrath state. My optics flicked to Violet, and I hopped off the examination table with servos balled into fists that were ready to defend the medic.

“Kid it's okay.” Ratchet said calmly, snapping me right out of my Wrath. “That's just Ultra Magnus. He won't hurt anyone.” I glanced at the Magnus and then back at Ratchet before lowering my fists. Ratchet ushered me to a spot and was quietly talking to me like a sire to a sparkling while the trio watched with interest.

“Perceptor. Wheeljack.” The Magnus said. “What exactly is this?” The pair of scientists looked at each other, clearly not sure what to say.

“We… don't know.” Wheeljack admitted. “We were attempting the conversion project on a cadaver and BAM! All Pits broke loose.”

“By all calculations, the cadaver should have been converted without igniting a spark.” Perceptor added. “Yet somehow one did.”

“It's clearly unstable.” Wheeljack said. “I mean, it attacked the guard captain, uh, what's his face?”

“Sunstreaker?” Perceptor said.

“Ah scrud I don't know.” Wheeljack shrugged. “Regardless, the subject has shown to be unstable mentally.”

The groups attention was drawn back to Ratchet when they heard a quiet yawn leave me, the trio watching as I rubbed my optics like a sleepy sparkling. 

“Tired kid?” Ratchet asked, to which I nodded. “Yeah I bet. You had a huge first day of being online. Anyone would be tuckered out.” 

“Ratchet, a word, please.” Ultra Magnus said.

“Wait here, I'll be right back.” The medic said. I nodded and leaned into the wall before slowly dozing off while Ratchet and the others huddled together. 

“Ratchet, what did your diagnostics say?” Perceptor asked.

“Poor kid essentially has 3 states of mind that are connected to 3 forms.” Ratchet said. “Explosive anger is connected to his ground mode, intense Mania connected to his flight mode, and Lucid is connected with his bot mode.”

“3 forms in one frame? That's not natural or normal.” Wheeljack said.

“Can these states of mind be controlled?” Ultra Magnus asked.

“Not really. They are highly volatile and can switch at a moments notice.” The medic explained. 

“Then… wouldn't it be merciful if we-”

“Don't you fragging say what I think you're going to say.” Ratchet growled. “I won't let anyone deactivate him.”

“Ratchet, he's too dangerous.” Perceptor argued.

“He's a scared young bot.” Ratchet huffed. “He's essentially a sparkling right now, a child.” Ratchet looked up at Ultra Magnus with almost a pleading gaze. “Sir, please. Let me work with him. He deserves a chance at life like anyone else.”

“Then he will be your responsibility.” Ultra Magnus said. “But if he attacks anyone again, he will be deactivated.”

“Yes sir.”

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A/N so usually I post this stuff on Wattpad but I figured this could be a Tumblr exclusive or something. Idk man.

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Megatron:

Babydoll and light fabric underwear

expensive robes draped over their naked body

If s/o is comfortable with wearing something tight-fitting for him (example: body-stocking) he’ll have a tough time doing anything else but looking at them from every angle, running his servos over their body and purring at how nice the bulge of their crotch looks

(for anyone thinking “not me”, YES, your body type, height, whatever other insecurity you have doesn’t matter, he is not going to stop his smooth talking while he’s ordering you to wreck him if you indulge him)

Starscream:

Suspender bodystockings or garter belts with corsets

He also likes mesh boxer briefs and seeing his s/o wear nothing else but those

A nice suit has him blushing, especially if s/o also dons some cotton gloves and a bowtie

Lugnut:

He will like literally anything his s/o wears

If the lingerie is in his colors and they somehow incorporate the decepticon symbol into it he will nut as soon as he sees them.

He finds the nurse costume lingerie extremely appealing.

Shockwave:

Lace. Let there be lace and watch those antlers sway in embarrassment

French knickers

Bustiers and babydoll do unspeakable things to his array

Blitzwing:

Helloooooo nurse! Wear a low cut latex costume briefs with a red cross over your crotch and a crop top that doesn’t cover your chest and it will drive him nuts

He likes bad glitter costumes. Is it cheap, does it leave glitter everywhere? Sign him up. AWOOGA!

He also thinks tassel pasties are fun. Like party streamers, but on your nipples, and paired with a tassel kind of underwear will make it an especially fun time.

Blackarachnia:

Corsets and anything that hugs her s/o’s figure nice and tight. She likes feeling the firmness when touching them

Also finds some joy in restricted movement and slowly peeling, unbuttoning, unzipping, etc. her s/o while teasing them. The zipper thongs make her really play with her s/o’s cock, to the point where the zipper has a really hard time staying closed.

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