revelllll! feed me and the 2 other galvatron fans again and we will erect 100 statues in your honor!
Sure!
Soft Pt 2
Galvatron x Reader
β’ Hopefully youβre not about to get squished for insulting him, because youβre not sure what came over you. But then youβve always been like that. Going on the offensive when youβre scared or defensive. And right now staring into that humming cannon, youβre absolutely terrified even as your chin lifts angrily. βHey, donβt come crying to me if you get all rusty,β you say, shrugging as those optics narrow. βItβs not like I actually care.β
β’ Rumbling a warning as you actually turn your back on him and start walking away, his servos flex into fists. Doesnβt care what a human thinks. Why would he? Youβre nothing. Watching you not even bother to look back irks him as he rumbles, though. Like youβre sure heβs no threat. Annoyed with himself and you, he follows. βAnd where do you think youβre going?β He growls and you turn slightly, frowning up at him. Most of the other humans are desperate for attention from their assigned mechs. But you donβt seem to care.
β’ βWell, since you like being all crusty, Iβm going to go find someone else to wash,β you say, though truthfully youβre pretty sure HR is just going to tell you to suck it up and send you straight back to this guy. βEnjoy your rust.β Heβs still following you, his heavy peds obvious as you resist the urge to run like your life depends on it. And the fact that heβs still rumbling angrily probably isnβt that great, either. Makes you really hope you didnβt piss him off enough to kick you into next week.
β’ βI donβt remember dismissing you,β he growls, unsure if heβs more annoyed with you or himself. And you make a rude noise, looking back at him. βYou didnβt want me, remember?β You snap and that insolence shivers through him, making his spark thrum as he heats. Itβs almost but not quite the same high as battle. As bringing down an enemy and watching their spark gutter out. βI should have guessed your kind has no loyalty or honor.β
β’ Irritated, you round on him with your hands on your hips. βYou didnβt want me,β you snap. βIf I want to soap up the first other mech I see, thatβs none of your business. I donβt belong to you.β And the noise he makes has the fine hair at your nape lifting. Makes you realize that maybe you should have just shut up. Because heβs lunging, big hand outstretched and you scream and run, nearly smacking into a wall in a blind panic to escape. Sprinting through the base and hearing him transform, engine roaring as he chases after you as you swear at him and yourself.
I literally gasped out loud when i saw you did the season 3 casts in part 6. Would you consider writing for Galvatron and Cyclonus as well? They are so goofy in G1 but nobody write about them and that's a shame. People like Cyclonus in IDW but not in G1 is really unfair to me. Like why you dont like the og?? And GALVATRON. He got little to none fic of himself!! Both G1 and IDW self.
(I mean, i get it, IDW1 has such a good story line that it has impacted the entire franchise, but come on! What about the G1, man?)
I feel like I see Cyclonus once every blue moon in the x reader space but it's always his IDW version. I do agree his G1 Dumb bunny version (I say affectionately) needs some love too. I've definitely never seen Galvatron around these parts tho. Bonus scourge! I one of you freaks (affectionate) likes him!
"Petnames Purple" Gn Bot Reader x Galvatron, Cyclonus, Scourge
Summary: Reader has become partial to using human pet names for everyone.
Warnings: Galvatron being himself (unhinged and insane), Attempts at Violence against reader, mild Sexually suggestive thoughts here and there
Genre/Theme: Skirting the line of platonic here and just a dash of sexual frustration in Galvatrons part. Flirting with your coworkers
Notes: Flirty older con reader, Galvatron calls reader βoldβ once, Cyclonusβs part turned into sorta more of a scenario idk the inspo just hit and I kept going lolololol. Readers on that bugs bunny shit,
Of all the cockamamie ridiculous unforgivable useless piles of scrap-! The blue Stunticon had failed! Failed the one task Galvatron had given him! And he dares to try and grovel like it will somehow be enough to appease him-! Galvatron!? No no no! It will not be allowed or even entertained! His particle cannon which had already been burning was now buzzing in demand to be used.
"Galvatron- babe, you gotta vent." The utterly absurd words out of you makes his shot miss the dolt when he swings his helm towards you with a violence in him. The Stunticon running like the sniveling whelp he is once Galvatronβs gaze is off of him. Never mind that! Because what drivel did you dare to spill at him?!
"Babe-? BABE!?" Galvatron marches his way over because what garbage are you attempting to peddle- to sell!? To so much as suggest to him! Your impertinent aggravating field has the sparkdamn audacity to fuzz with delight. Your derma curling even, and a smile slipping on your faceplate as if it were not a declaration of war.
βGalvatron babe... You gotta vent.β You echo and tilt your helm to the side, infuriating malpert expression still on your faceplate.
His cannon hums audibly.
And Galvatron wanted to see your helm tilting directly onto the floor.
βInsolent old fool-!β He rises his arm and fires- Wall and debris fly out off the disjointed crater heβs carved into the wall. But none of the pieces are the color of your armor. His optics dart left when he catches movement.
He rises his cannon and watches as you dare laugh at him all before fleeing like a coward-! He fires anyway- The blast carving another chasm into the wall as youβd gone out of sight-! Oh, you wonβt escape him that easily you rusted bag of bolts! When he gets his servos on you-!
Galatron despises you-! A royal and unrelenting obnoxious wedge in his side! Galvatron wanted you gone- smelted! Skulking around like some blasted dirty felinoid that someone had feed copper shavings too once. Always testing him- Always! The poppycock words out of your mouth- They only served to make him run through how heβs going to punish you when he finally gets his servos onto you-! And punish you he will-! Your field always cheeky in how it dares to touch him let alone linger where it lands-!
He feels every blasted edge of amusement- every faint hint of delight- And every last little bit of it threatens to put him one pede closer to off lining you where you stand. But Galvatron would be a fool not to know youβre skilled-! And he was no fool-! He was Galvatron! You survived every encounter you had with him- most with you unscathed (Much to his efforts-!). A feat very few can make claim to. You also would drag some spoil back to him even if you failed your main objective on whatever task heβd given you. You at least werenβt senile enough to not realize he would expect anything less.
However the longer he has to deal with your needless dribble, the longer he finds himself believing he very may well find a better use for that frame of yours. One other than a direct trip to the pit for damnation. Itβs a short thought, barely thought upon- barely entertained. The lining of your plating and that pit sparked impudent smile of yours. Your continued tomfoolery only adds to your many many transgressions-!
All it takes is one of the times youβd stayed to actually fight back against him for your fate to be sealed in what he has in store for you. Youβd knocked him down- his particle cannon slid across the room and your full frame weight pinning him down. Still fighting him as he claws and vehemently refuses to yield under your grip. You slam all four of his limbs down and your faceplate is in front of his- and Galvatron snarls. And you merely smile- βAw Sweetspark, caught in a little problem?β You tutted your glossia, each repeated sound only making another level of rage climb inside himself.
You leaned even closer-close enough he pauses at the contact. Youβre almost fully lying on top of him. Your optics locked right on his. βNow how are you gonna beat Rodimus if you canβt even handle me?β You chuckled, the sound making something else intertwine with his seething rage. βYouβre loosing your touch, babe.β And as soon as those words come out- youβre gone. No servos, no frame, no field. He shoots upwards and youβre already leaving the room. βBetter luck next time, boss!β Oh- no no no! There is not a next time-! Galvatron was not finished with you yet!
And he gave chase now keen on something else for exactly what he was going to do to you when he caught youβ¦.
There's slag and then there's today. Of course Scourge ended up as Galvatron's target today. Couldn't of been anyone else within the direct vicinity of the group. No- just him. Some bot is carrying his limp frame draped over themselves. He thinks it's one of his sweeps or maybe even Cyclonus so he just starts sorting his thoughts of the day. He's grumbling to himself before he even onlines his optics again. Scourge is debating even doing that yet since he knows he'll be hearing some drivel from whoever is hauling his sorry frame back for repairs.
The entire situation is unfortunately something that feels natural to Scourge at this point. That said what he's not ready for in the slightest is what happens when his grumbling turns into a low engine tremble.
Something warm wraps around his frame and Scourge jolts, forcing his optics to online in a rush of surprise. He tries to instinctively pull his frame up to properly defend himself or even put up some semblance of a fight. But his joints lock at the sudden abrupt jump to action he tries to perform. He grunts at the quick rush of pain that settles across his frame from it. But his optics cycle when they finally boot correctly and he looks at the bot carrying him. "Oh, hey. No need to get excited there Doll. I know your frames not exactly happy about you trying to jump to your pedes. Now is it?" You looked over your pauldron and make optic contact for a moment. Passing him a smile- the unbothered casual kind. Not the type that gave off the urge of danger or unstable.
What he's lately realizing is your em field curls even further against his frame. The warmth of it gave off something sure. It bubbled a touch louder when Scourge scowled at the foreign sensation. You only chuckled and turned your helm back forwards. Even readjusting your grip on his thighs to make sure he didn't slide off your back.
Were you stupid-!? Dumb perchance!? You'd allowed him to be this close to you? Anyone could simply just raise their servos and latch them directly onto your unguarded self. His digits twitched and flexed his claws touching his own palms. You were supposed to be one of the Decepticon commanders. Technically speaking you currently were not. Being demoted by Galvatron after he reissued command.
But rank or not you still operated as a commander all the same. Leading teams and operations. Taking front points on the battlefield. Galvatron simply didn't want you in his throne room for debriefs when it concerned the Decepticons as a whole. Scourge knew you would do these things. Like your smile and your em field. His sweeps had reported as much when interacting with you. Though they only had good things to say. Which frankly concerned him more. Cyclonus had told him how he believed that you could only be scheming and biding your time. Which frankly at this point he could only agree on. He is tense the entire distance to maintenance.
But nothing happens. Scourge spends the entire time awaiting damage- for the other bolt to drop. But you arrive, greet Hook, have a few words with him promising the medic a tin of polish. You approach him again on the medical slab and Scourge braces. Your servo raises and his optics dart to the ground. When your servo gently wipes some of his own energon off his temple, it somehow has the same amount of rush than if youβd smashed his olfactory in would have given him. He looks back upwards stunned. You just stare down at him before you smiled again. Easily. βDonβt let old Galvatron get yaβ down. Take it easy, Doll.β With that you turned and walked right out of the medbay. Scourge stares longer than he should at the closed door. Like heβs waiting for you to come back in and realize youβd forgotten to punish him for acting out of line.
Scourge doesnβt know what to think-! Clearly yes youβre up to something! You must be! (Are you-?) Bots were not kind for kinds sake. Let alone Decepticons! But the longer you donβt lash out at him or remind him exactly why youβve held a position as a commander for so long- the longer he begins to doubt. Doubt that you do actually have ulterior motives. At least regarding your behavior. You treat all the other decepticons the same- even Lord Galvatron.
You treating his sweeps the same as the more colorful Decepticons only makes him even less sure of himself. Scourge has watched you interact with them and then treat The Combaticons almost the exact same way. When you interact with him again, Scourge finally canβt help letting his plating lax- just a touch. When your em field traces along the edge of his side- and youβre asking him how he is-! Itβs not long before he finds himself looking forward to your behavior. Its- something he can simplyβ¦ enjoy.
Simply enjoying ends up turning into what he canβt even deny to himself as anything less than indulging. Every sweet name, or smile or touch of your em field has his plating laxing and his faceplate losing tension. He also canβt deny itβs ratherβ¦ nice to not have to worry about unprompted violence from an ally. In these ranks that commodity could be rather touch and go.
He also notices- notices the fact that youβd taken it upon yourself to purposely make yourself a target for Lord Galvatronβs ire when heβs lashing out against his own mechs. You do it for him once- then his sweeps the cycle afterwards and Scourge has to respect you. Perhaps itβs because of that he doesnβt feel even half as guilty about basking in the loose affections you continue to share with him and the others. You remind Scourge that there is actually something positive to be had about in these desolate distracting war daysβ¦
Cyclonus is listening to your briefing on your mission with a critical lens. It was hardly the first and he would not suspect it would be close to the last. The troops assigned to you both sweep and not had requested to be placed with you again. A repeated pattern that continued without fail even on the off chance you and your group had failed your objective. Bots scratched and injured but still adamant on being placed with you again. Some even going as far as trying to bribe him. Simply just to have you as their leader for the task they would be given, on the field or not. It was⦠troublesome.
The type of troublesome that didnβt bode well.
Cyclonus was not blind. He saw how the other Deceptions would look at you. How they would converse with you- Even seeming delighted when you would interact with them yourself. You would almost dote upon some of them- As if they werenβt Decepticon warriors. But you were not weak. Cyclonus knew your strength. He has been on the receiving end of it more than once. You were a force to be recognized and a warrior in your own right- a capable one at that.
Which is exactly why he is as critical as he is with you at all times. Smile as you like- talk as you like- Cyclonus has seen you on the battlefield and he has seen the look in your optics when you become displeased. You were a Decepticon through and through. And if there is one thing that you must always know as a Decepticon is that your allies can, and rightfully will, take advantage of you given the opportunity. And in terms of current Decepticon ranks you were one of, if not the Decepticon causes biggest strength and simultaneous weakness.
And no one had to be more aware of that fact than you.
β-And thatβs the works, Sweetspark.β You finish and tilt your datapad out towards him. Inviting him to take it. He does and he does so cautiously- But he can not take it as fast as he would like without seeming like a coward. So he forces himself to endure the jilted touch of your perverse em field. Heat travels up his arm and holds itself there- it feels like a threat to Cyclonus. A dangerous one at that. His plating flexes lightly- tighter instinctively. The foreign feel and particular make of your em field always risks setting something wrong within himself on contact.
Your smile curls further in amusement and Cyclonus try as he might cannot stop himself from all but ripping the datapad out of your servo and reeling backwards. His optic ridge furrows and he grits his denta before squaring his pauldrons. Optics sharply trained onto your own. βI know exactly what youβre trying to pull, and what youβre up too! but I will not be swept up in your ploy to seize leadership of the Decepticons for yourself!β he growls out and acts on emotion, loathe as he must admit. Giving away his advantage of knowing what he knew.
You lookβ¦ surprised. All before you you laugh. Itβs casual but itβs a wicked thing on Cyclonusβs aware audials.βIs that what you think Iβm doing? Interestingβ¦β He doesnβt have time to dissect the sentence before you step forward. He prepares for you to strike- to fight. His battle field protocols pinging and waiting to be used. Heβs still thoroughly unprepared when your em field all put wraps around his frame when you instead almost make full chassis contact with himself. There is a dangerous look in your optics- it tethers on what heβs seen there on the battlefield but not quite.
Cyclonus cuts back the urge to shiver under the hot press of your em field, unable to look away from your gaze least he be killed on the spot-! βYouβre cute like this. Butβ¦ Iβm not looking for the throne, olβ loyal bunny of mine.β You get even closer to himself and he has to fight not to materialize his blaster- Your digits find his chin and you murmur to him. βNow Bun-bun, go on and turn your aluminum foil tail and hop yourself back over to olβ Galvatron.β Your em field drags down his frame and Cyclonus has to fight to stay still. Your smile hangs onto your every word- the tone in your next almost whispered words makes his plating jerk. βI think he misses you.β The interaction is more than he ever could have prepared for with the way something shoots right down his spinal strut.
You pull away and turn to leave directly after- no preamble. Simply stopping to give a short wave to him before you disappear out of the room.
And Cyclonus shakes out of his stupor and resets his own plating correctly to collect himself- You no good scheming traitor-! But you were vital- Vital to the current Decepticon faction! So he must persist! He was a warrior and will do exactly that! And so Cyclonus will follow after Lord Galvatron and you when youβve drawn his ire again. Because regardless of your every fault and as much as it pains Cyclonus to admit- he could not stand idly by and allow Galvatron to offline you for the sake of the Decepticon cause. No matter how much he would like to allow just thatβ¦
cw(s): yandere themes, heavy degradation (Galvatron), victim blaming (Galvatron), non-consensual frame alteration (Galvatron), nsfwβ18+ parts (Galvatron), mention of repeated assault (Galvatron), empty threat of rape (Galvatron), forced spark bonding (Galvatron), heavy paternalism (Kup), dumification (Tracks), non-descriptive domestic violence (Tracks), death of side character (Tracks)
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κ° Animated Blitzwing, G1 Beachcomber, G1 Blast Off, G1 Dead End, G1 Hot Rod, G1 Onslaught, G1 Wheeljack κ±
β Lost in Rating: Remixed β
κ° G1 Insecticons: Bombshell, Kickback, Shrapnel, G1 Metroplex κ±
Who knew such a thing could happen! Cybertronian and organic. Organic and Cybertronian. Transformer and human. A Transformer with an actual living, breathing, squishy human!
Okay. Okay. Okay.
Let's start from the beginning, where these things always start. No, not like the beginning beginning with the split of Primus and Unicron and all that, but to when this all started.
Galvatron was being super evil (like always) and kidnapped some humans to hold hostage so he could get Rodimus Prime (who is super cool, by the way) to give him Cybertron. That had no chance of working. Why would Galvatron even think of that? It's such a stupid plan.
That'snotthepoint!
The point is that he met the love of his entire life in that hostage situation: you. He swept you off your ped- feet, feet, feet, quite literally! It would have been romantic if it wasn't for all the screaming going on. You also sobbing in his arms was sad. At least he comforted you!
Something in his spark began to swell when he saw you. It wasn't in the youneedtogethatcheckedoutbyFirstAid way. He knew. It is like in those human stories when two people look at each other and fall in love. He isn't sure if you felt the same way at first, but he thinks you probably did. You were holding onto him so tight! That could have also been the fear, but you were still holding onto him after you calmed down! That counts for something. It actually counts for everything!
You became his human companion. Which was and still is the bestest thing ever. You just make his engine rev. He can hardly slow himself down enough to be comprehensible when you're in the room. It's like he got injected with some wacky stamina booster!
He could hardly leave you alone. You got used to it after scolding him many times and having a breakdown or two (or three, four, or maybe five). It's a learning process! Maybe he almost killed Wheelie and Daniel after they took up too much of your social battery multiple times, but that's all in the past!
He used to have to be sneaky about following you everywhere. Now that you're used to him, he doesn't have to be away from you ever. In fact, he pretty much refuses to be. Missions just aren't any fun unless you're near. He can't focus. He'll be too preoccupied thinking about you.
That nasty blaster hit to his processor during your initial meeting didn't help with his whole attention problem.
Itisn'tthatbigofadealthough.
Since you are always with him and he's so fast, he takes you to all the places you want to go! You're thinking of a place. Zoom. You're there. He can even show you some of his favorite places in the galaxy! Sure, sometimes he gets a little too excited (orangry) and tramples someone, but that doesn't happen often (enough to be a real problem). It isn't like you can tell anyway. He's always moving too fast. He cleans up fast too when he wants to!
Sigh. You're just the best. He (practically) has heart pupils in his optics.
He just wants to be with you forever and ever and ever. Oh. He forgot. Humans don't live very long. That'sβthat's okay though! He'll figure something out. You're his sparkmate. Forever means forever, even if he has to do some very not Autobot-like stuff to make that happen.
The Autobots. His latest and greatest enemies to date. They made Unicron fall and still hold the Matrix of Leadership in their self-righteous grasp. If he can't have the Matrix, then he'll have you: the stubborn bot who is always so willing to target him on the battlefield.
Who do you think you are challenging the mighty Galvatron? You show up on no high-level reports that have been intercepted by his subordinates. You have no useful connections outside of being an Autobot. You don't look particularly flashy or execute moves on the battlefield in a particularly innovative way. You're average.
Lord Galvatron, conqueror of the universe, should be interested in someone who can match his strength. Still, you vex him so! You always get at least one hit on him before anyone else is able. It feels almost personal, like you're the one seeking him out to do more than just fight.
Considering your abysmal rank, hardly anything to note, you shouldn't be too hard to abduct. You'll finally get the attention you've been seeking from him. He is cautioned to be patient, but when has patience ever aided his cause?
He snatches you up himself, faceplate twisting into that self-satisfied smirk of his at your inability to escape his grasp. Your pathetic comrades come after him, but they hardly make a dent. You're finally his, nothing but his.
He stashes you away in their base on Chaar, so deep within the facility that the entire Autobot army would have to descend upon it just to have a chance at getting you. He might already be on the Autobots' radar again. They are probably staging a rescue mission as you lie in temporary stasis at his pedes.
He sees a beauty in you that is tainted by your blue optics and the garish red emblems on your frame. He has some others get rid of them while you're still out-of-order while he attends to other business. If he keeps the Autobots busy, then you'll have to be low on their priority list. Evenβeven if one gets in, he'll blast them to bits before they have a chance to land their filthy, self-righteous servos on you!
A new coat of paint never hurt anyone either. He makes sure it's a hideous color. He has to remind you that you are beneath him in every way conceivable. Perhaps, if you grovel enough, he'll have you repainted and polished to something more suited to your frame.
He sits on his throne, spike pressurized as he imagines all the ways he can degrade you into being nothing more than an obedient toy for him to use. That's what you wanted, right? You must've known that's what you signed up for by challenging his authority so boldly, so repeatedly.
You always have energy suppressant chains on, with a heavy collar branded with the shining Decepticon symbol. Your frame is marred with his selfish assaults: new dents and deep denta marks appearing daily. You aren't allowed to interact with the other Decepticons. Even if you wanted to, they are under order to pretend as if you don't exist. Any con that breaks the order is subject to (lethal) termination.
Besides your oh-so-arousing time with Galvatron, being forced to sit at his pedes or be used as his pedstool, you have a few other Decepticons that maintain your captured status when Galvatron is unable. Cyclonus and Scourge are the most notable. They're skittish around you, anxious not to rouse their master's rampant anger, but also eager to please him by guarding you. You may have had a chance in manipulating them if it weren't for the fact that Soundblaster, or one of his deployers, is always near. Anything you say will be reported to Galvatron, most likely to be mocked by him later.
Don't think of disobeying. He always has the most lovely punishments in mind if/when you do. Starvation and further isolation are easy but boring. Beatings are only somewhat effective. He still needs you alive, so he can't go too far. Make a string of outlandish threats, and you won't fear him any longer.
Then it came to him, as if Unicron were still whispering the dirtiest things into his process, guiding him to further debauchery: What is more intimate than interfacing? There is no better way to control you than to control your own desires.
He could make you sit on his lap while you're spikewarming him as he plays with your valve, ignoring your spike, as he orders Decepticons around.
He could make you always keep your panel open and threaten to let other Decepticons use you if they wanted to blow off some steam. (He would never actually let that happen. He's far too possessive.)
He could keep a toy inside you, edging you until you collapse and beg to be forgiven for your misdeeds.
He could keep you tied up in your cell, stuffed with aphrodisiacs so your systems overheat from a lack of release. You would be helpless to do anything but suffer in your need.
He could keep you constantly stuffed with his transfluids, threatening further castigation if you allow too much to spill out. Your spike can be tortured with a spikering simultaneously, lubricant threatening to drip out of it, which he naturally can't allow.
Such tantalizing options. He can't help but make his rules around you stricter, those collar and chains feeling like they'll tear your frame from your inner circuitry. He'll give you an opportunity to escape, which is really a path back to him, so he can reprimand you.
He is further consumed by greed, not satisfied by your frame's submission. He takes the final step in exerting his control over you: spark bonding. You will be tied to him so sacredly until you go offline. You will be stuck with him invading your innermost thoughts and forcing emotions upon you. Maybe then you'll understand his madness.
There was this battle once, and shame on him for not letting sleeping cyberwolves lie, where his entire squad was being ruthlessly slaughtered by Decepticons. They were outnumbered a hundred to one, shots ringing out all around him. He thought his spark was going to pop from the chaos surrounding him.
Then a fresh scout managed to wander their way into the ambush, being so foolishly ordered to search and find him to relay battle information. Your comms hadn't been scrambled since you weren't a part of his squadron, so you called in backup and the day was salvaged, somewhat. Good soldiers were lost that day, a whole void of a lot better than him. Yet, you saved him. You found him, and in a way he found you.
You're older now, much older, but still nowhere near his age. You're experienced and for Primus's sake, that's more attractive than it should be. He's up on the command chain and knows it's breaking several rank codes to be vying after you. Even if he did let himself want you, his interface panel is practically rusted shut from disuse.
You can take care of yourself, but that nagging feeling still scratches more paranoia into his processor. War doesn't discriminate in its victims. You could easily be next. He's always kept an eye on you over the vorns so taking a more intimate approach isn't too harmful, yeah.
You have the respect for a Prime that you should, and considering he works closely with Rodimus, the sunset colored bot that has been a pain in his aft for way too many cycles is now paying his dues. It does set a jolt of bitter jealously through his circuits when he sees how elated you are to finally meet Rodimus. You almost forget the mech that gave you the opportunity. The quick embrace made it all worth itβalmost.
Now you work alongside him, occasionally assisting Rodimus and the other higher-ups in missions. (Never missions that are medium or high risk. He ensures that.) He unabashedly stares at you, lovesickness present in his frame, only obvious to those who knew him before he was well-worn by war. He's upset that you hardly remember him. Then again, perhaps that is a small blessing. One of many. It'd be easier for you to decipher his intentions if you were more perceptive.
The Autobots notice the changes in Kup.
He begins speaking to himself more often. He's personally detailing everything he has seen you do today. He's planning your future. He can't help but fantasize. That's what gotten him through all these years. If someone interrupts his ramblings, then his mood turns sour. He won't tell them off, but there will be a scowl on his faceplate and displeasure thick in his field.
He treats you like a conjunx. Whenever you do something there's a slight upturn in his lipplates. He has your schedule and is always reminding you of things, bringing you your energon, and watching you intake it. He sits with you whenever he canβalways chatting you upβtelling stories the other bots don't think they've ever heard before. He doesn't leave you alone. He gets perturbed whenever someone is interested in you. For Primus's sake, his habsuite is right next to yours! He talks about bonding with you "just so he can guide you through the experience."
He's distracted from his duties and more prone to destructive fits. The thought of them makes most bots shudder.
They grow worried that the old bot's processor is breaking down after millions of years of overexertion.
Their approach is gentle in intervening with his preoccupation of you. Ultra Magnus stages an intervention. Something that would've happened if not for the fact that Cybertron had explosives planted in its core. How the Decepticon Headmasters managed to sneak past all the defenses is a mystery, especially with Kup on duty.
All of his fears were realized in that moment.
You are in danger. Cybertron at stake. You are in peril, so close to offlining on their homeworld. The homeworld he swore to protect until the last pulse of his spark.
Yet, the good guys don't always win. This isn't some organic television show.
Zarak is successful in blowing up Cybertron. Galvatron disappears. Soldiers on both sides are obliterated: erased from existence by a single blast.
Now Rodimus must find a new home for them all. You're coming with them to settle on a new planet. A mission more dangerous than any other he's ever let you on.
These unprecedented times make it crucial that you bond with him, whether you understand that or not.
His greatest pal Raoul brought a good buddy of his along for a joyride last week. He hasn't been able to stop thinking about you since. He knows you haven't been able to stop thinking about him either. Who would be able to get a good look at this fine polish and nice aft and just forget, not be absolutely enamored?
You treated his interior with the delicate hand it deserves, rightfully amazed by his very existence. For a moment he almost felt bitter towards Raoul. He's organic and was able to befriend a beauty such as yourself with relative ease. All the while he must stay in his alt-mode, however impressive, most of the time. He usually wouldn't mind. He'd even be grateful to cruise around, but being forced to play third-wheel? Nah. Tracks don't roll that way. He feels betrayed, but that quickly passes as his processor melts into a tentative bliss remembering your organic frame.
He is reasonable in his inquiries about you, constantly pestering Raoul. When his buddy teases him he denies the premise of him "crushing" on someone. He is to be admired. He does not yearn. Others yearn to be graced by his presence. All Raoul does is roll his eyes and chuckle, entertaining the Chevrolet Corvette Stingray C3's love-struck antics. Raoul is blissfully unaware of how far Track's depravity goes.
The more he sees you, the more he needs you. You need a little shaping. Your personality could be softer, more in awe of him. You could dress more like a living doll than a person. He'd love that. He'll make sure you end up that way one day soon.
He isn't going to abduct you. No, Tracks doesn't make the first move. However, if you were to take a ride with him without Raoul, and he had no other pressing duties to attend to, you may just end up in his lavish habsuite: muffled with a cute little gag and dressed to look your best.
He isn't evil; he's justβunique. It isn't like the other Autobots are saints! They've all thought of keeping organic pets. How come other humans get to hang around, but he has interest in one organic, and suddenly he's the villain? He's treating you well! The best, in fact.
As long as you give him the attention he deserves, you have the perfect life. All the things you'd ever want or need. If you don't. If you dare to deny yourself him, then you need to learn a lesson. A very unfortunate one. Just because he's glamorous doesn't mean he won't get his servos (temporarily) dirty. May Primus, or whatever organic deities your kind has conjured, save you if you manage to damage him, physically or ego-wise, in the slightest.
Your sole focus should be on him when he is around but alas, there are Decepticons to turn to slag. He wouldn't want your dumb human brain to get bored and conjure up any fantastical ideas, like escaping, so he gives you things to keep you occupied. Perhaps he even gets Wheeljack to make him some new toys, after a lot of coaxing and well-crafted lies, for you.
There is also Raoul and his other sparse relationships that he must attend to. They feel even more draining now. Raoul was his first human friend, but now he feels more like an irritant. He's constantly blabbering on about you, urging Tracks to continue looking for you. He thinks the Decepticons did it. Tracks always has to hold back, well everything, he's feeling because it'd give him away. As if the Decepticons could pull off what he has done.
When Raoul goes to the Autobots behind his backstruct, Tracks is furious. His spark feels as if there is a fissure in it. He doesn't know what he's doing. When his processor stabilizes again he realizes there's a stain on his servo. He cleans it off, feeling grim now. At least there's one less problem he has to attend to.
Tracks is more withdrawn around others. They notice. He brushes them off. His self-centered attitude drives them away. He comes to you for solace and is the sweetest when he's feeling insecure. Not insecure. Tracks would never feel insecure. It's just that there's no word in English to describe it! Yeah. Lost in translation from Cybertronian to Human English.
He goes and comes as he pleases, all the while you're ordered to stay the same. As you age or break he becomes infuriated, scrambling to find some fix-all for this. He blames you but always forgives you. It isn't entirely your fault that your body is so limited.
Your frame is still well, despite the damage. Must've been a nasty battle. It'd be a shame to scrap you when you still have so much potential. So the Junkions do what they do second best. They fixed you at Wreck-Gar's command. It's only right. They are still Autobots, despite their odd quirks and ends.
He can't help but be a little selfish and make you look more like a Junkion. It'll help you blend in. He's doing you a favor. Some of the parts that land here are leagues better than the ones you currently have installed. Surely you won't mind an upgrade.
When you boot up again, he swears his spark stalls for a moment. He sees how lifeless everything around him was before he found you. You're just so fascinating and odd too: a ball of mystery that must be unraveled.
Junkions are collectors by nature. Maybe he wants to collect you. He technically already has you in his grasp. You're indebted to him.
You accept and are gracious towards your hosts, like the lovely gem you are. You are even curious, which is such a lovely word. Very few look at Junk and give it a second thought. They are even ruder to its residents. This never fails to get on Wreck-Gar's nerves. Wreck-Gar's nerves are always on when around you, but for a different reason, in a different way. wink. wink.
Most beings would keep something as precious as you locked up. While that may be enticing, you are sentient. He can't let you wilt like an organic plant! You go on excursions with him so you can acquaint yourself with your new home. He also just wants to show off how cool this place is. It' be crazy for you to want to go back to your place of origin.
Whenever you mention leaving, he quickly distracts you. If you call him out on it, he's cheeky.
Anybody's voice that seeks to lead you astray, strangers' or friends', is swiftly compressed by a kind compactor. A lot of beings underestimate Wreck-Gar so it's never too hard to catch them off guard. The best part is there's no evidence left! There is just more junk that Wreck-Gar, can use for his collection. And even if you did stumble upon him recycling, he could explain! You'd understand. He's sure. You're interlinked with him despite not yet being bonded.
His spark is always racing around you.
His internal temperature exceeds its normal levels.
His wiring threatens to come undone if separated from you for more than exactly 3.14159265358 cycles.
He can't even make a proper junk pile when you're gone!
His frame betrays him so intimately because it knows you were meant to be.
What more confirmation does he need than the fact that you are an Autobot from Earth? The same Earth that all Junkions get their TV from.
You were a signal he intercepted. He isn't changing the channel ever.
Content/warnings: Human/transformer, transformer/transformer, Galvatron. Reader is largely afab written but I did add/mention alternate genital read scenarios for a few characters. Crying, inappropriate times/places to be fucking, primal/fear play.
-Thigh man. In every sense. Have you seen him? Good lord. He loves when you fuck yourself against his thigh, and 100% makes you do so either in front of his troops- Or Unicron's decapitated head. To add insult to injury, he seems to have a thing for insulting and humiliating you for his own pleasure, and as a result he's completely insufferable.
Mirage //
β’Valve/pussy eating KING. And.. An evil tease. Genuine worst on the planet who you want to- and should- wallop over rather helm. He'll make eye contact the entire time, smiling against your skin with an idiot all while holding you down by the hips and forcing you still so you have to rely on what he's willing to give. Mirage isn't all that different when he's sucking off a spike, though- Lazy pumps of the wrist and slow, easy smirks that tell you he knows everything, no matter how hard you try to avoid appealing to his ego.
Rodimus //
β’His favorite thing in the whole wide galaxy? Spikewarming. Being ridden. Anything where he can sit back and, if you want or need it, let him take the lead. He likes to claim sitting on his spike while he works helps him focus, but if you were to read of his throwaway report drafts, it'd be a bunch of gibberish and keyspams. He usually breaks after a few minutes and just winds up fragging you on his desk, but being able to relax while he can is something he loves and always appreciates being able to do with you regardless.
Starscream //
-His wings are extremely sensitive, but you can't help reaching up and grabbing or pulling on them when he's giving you the spiking down of a lifetime. And every time you do, he pauses- Hip struts stuttering and vent catching in his intake as he shutters before getting right back to it- If only a little shakier and more vocal than before, but trying to hide it in your neck.
-Pretty valve. Always wet with transfluid when you pay attention to him, even before your hands are on his frame. He'll deny it βtil the day he offlines, though.
Jetfire //
β’Dacryphilia. It's not because of any hidden sadistic tendencies or reason, but because of the vulnerability of it- Crying during sex for one reason or another; You being emotional, feeling safe with him- Always gentle and tenderly wipes away your tears with his thumb before pressing a kiss to your lips and your forehead. Best aftercare out of this list.
Dinobot //
β’There's no content for his fans on this hellsite, so I've decided it's up to me to provide. The picture of primal play. Did you think I'd say literally anything else? The mech wants to chase and hunt you down in the forest, tear your strange organic coverings off you, and frag you until the sun rises. What else can I say? It ticks all of his boxes in one go- He always wins, it feels good for the both of you, and Dinobot gets to satisfy his urge to hunt, as well as test himself in his own way.
i recently finished MTMTE, Lost Light, Robots in Disguise and Transformers Vol 2. all the way from phase 1 to the point where GI Joe got involved and i lost interest bc idgaf abt GI Joe. please do link a good comic reading guide for me so i can skip past the GI Joe parts
warnings: SPOILERS. there are actually so many opportunities and plotlines you could use its crazy... SFW & NSFW
these are just a few ideas i have that are currently brewing, most likely wont have time to write all of these (i underestimated engineering)
but if this inspires someone else then i'm glad cause i need more TF content. don't hesitate to use any of these.
MEGATRON (i got so much more minor ones for him)
FUNCTIONIST UNIVERSE ARC (LL)
you've been gone for a long time, its something that's haunted him. he truly loved you in his early years. but he was so consumed by the violence that he failed to give you what you deserved. even if you were under his command. in a way, this new universe is a second chance, he won't squander it this time.
OPTIMUS PRIME
TRANSFORMERS VOL. 2
NSFW. you really don't get it... he's a Prime. a descent of the Primes themselves. yet he doesn't seem to believe in himself and despite it all, you worship him just like he should be. praise-body worship-dom!reader(?)-younger/older (i wanna make reader one of the colonists ngl but not very sure)
ELITA ONE
TRANSFORMERS VOL. 2
NSFW. the religious Camien delegate and the military dictator of Carcer have fun behind closed doors. top Elita, she's teasing you to hell and back, throne sex, mild exhibitionism, frenemies, she's way older than you, politics(?). god i need her.
ORION PAX
you've been causing a lot of ruckus and that puts you at odds with the hero cop. might be a series. low-burnish? flirty, war vet reader? this one was sitting on my head for a while now.
GALVATRON
TRANSFORMERS VOL. 2
NSFW. unfortunately, you're his prize after another win in the gladiatorial pit. and he intends on taking his time. i love how smug he is uughhhhghghhhh
THUNDERCRACKER
TRANSFORMERS VOL. 2
--- he thinks you're the best casting choice for his up coming film.
--- writing a movie script with him
NSFW. you and Thundercracker were watching a human film when all of a sudden a sex scene comes up. cue a headed, awkward moment.
SOUNDWAVE
TRANSFORMERS VOL. 2
domestic life with him on the commune as lovers, helping him organize stuff and mainly, dealing with the other unruly residents. i think it would be fascinating to explore that part of the Commune.
ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS I MIGHT WRITE:
Scorpanok, Tyrest, Deathsarus, Grimlcok, the Scavengers
If kup came up to me looking like that I'm DRAGGING him up on stage and FUCKING HIM WITHIN AN INCH OF HIS LIIIIFEEE
He cannot be walking around looking like that I'm smothering him with my coochie (β .β Β β ββ Β β α΄β Β β ββ .β )
Also Optimus looks so shyyy come up here with me bruh let's fuck these old hags together
Thank you anon for jerking it. That is my number one goal, for everyone to jerk it together.
I tried to make Kup as whorish as possible in that render. Bro is not surviving that night. He may of survived countless years of war but he is NOT surviving that coochie.
Also heres a close of Optimus hiding his raging boner. Alpha Trion is trying to encourage him to make a move. Galvatron's just there I guess.
My intention was to make it look like he paused killing Optimus because you were so gorgeous or something but it ended up looking like he knows your watching him and is still about to kill Optimus Prime.
Also I deleted the files for the 3d models so now the textures are pink. They switched to the bimbo club.
