#prowl x reader

[michaela-o]

Prowler won ya all🥹🫶🏻

[l3ibnest]

first encounter

[runicarbiter02]

I’m sure this is a very common take, but I haven’t had any motivation to write fandom stuff lately, so I wanted to get this little bit down while I had the inspiration

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Being the human partner of a Cybertronian, any Cybertronian really, and turning this huge, hulking, intimidating bot into a giant mechanical cat with some gentle touches, some kisses, and sweet words. Standing on your bot’s shoulder, gently stroking a hand over their cheekplate, and listening to that earthshaking rumble of their engine as they purr. Your bot gently nudging you with their cheek or nose when you stop, silently insisting the continued touch and affectionate words. Your bot mass displacing and crawling into your bed, arranging pillows on your lap before laying their head down and promptly falling into a well deserved recharge. (Let’s pretend that they wouldn’t shatter the bed frame just by putting a little weight on it, lmao-) Your bot trying to teach you chirolinguistics, not realizing that you don’t have the same kinds of sensors in your palm as they do, leaving you incredibly confused. Your bot relishing in the tiny flickers of unabashed emotion they get from your very weak organic EM field. Singing softly to your bot, only for them to croon one of their favorite Cybertronian tunes right back, and the both of you giggling over just how vastly different your music is from each other’s. Your bot trying to teach you the Cybertronian language, and you trying to teach them about human art/literature/philosophy/etc. You and your bot being soft and cute and fluffy. Send tweet 🏃‍♀️💨

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I hope you don’t mind me tagging you, but you’re the one who motivated me to get back into writing!!! This lil drabble certainly isn’t my best work, but it’s the most I’ve done in awhile, haha @revelboo

[ctghost]

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how to catch a prowl (prowl-fishing)

[homelessbb]

My headcanon is I do believe Cybertronian snore. Every bot is, but the noise level is depends on each bot— some are just humming softly almost blended with the sound of air conditioners, some so loud other mech in the room want to rip out their voice box.

So, I think they thought human snoring is kinda cute and strangely soothing. Because compared to their engine rumble sound, human are way much more less annoying. (Just like how we find cat vibrates is cute) so yes, human snoring is Cybertronian’s version of cat purring.

Ever falling asleep on their sight? They are now having record of your snoring AND 34 pictures of your cursed sleeping positions.

[rabotimagines]

"Tease" GN BOT Reader x [Yandere/Obsessed] Ironhide, Prowl, Ratchet, Optimus.

Summary: The bots snap. Or BOT Reader gets their valve pounded.

G1 characters: Ironhide, Prowl, Ratchet, Optimus

Warnings: CNC (technically), Yandere/obsessed bots! Prowl uses his stasis cuffs, Ratchet abuses his knowledge as a medic.

Genre/Theme: Yandere Smut 🔞 MDNI

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: Reader wants to frag but thought it would be more fun to tease the bots while playing coy. The bots don't know this, however, hence the CNC instead of NC or Dubious consent because they think its full NC from their perspective. (Prowl has assumptions but isn't sure, While Optimus is the only one who does actually know for certain you want him.) G1 Optimus would be such a soft Yandere I'm sorry it's true. Prowl and Optimus's parts directly references their first imagine I wrote with Yandere them here

Ironhide is the fastest out of these mechs who snaps first in this scenario. Now, don't get it twisted. Ironhide lasts much longer than other autobots not included here. (Sunstreaker, Skyfire) But out of the other contenders here, he snaps near immediately compared to the rest of them. It starts with soft brushes of your em field when passing each other and you don't react. And Ironhide can see the shape of your aft while your bending over to help fix teletraan 1- and it cultivates when you accidentally run into him and his servos fly onto your frame to steady you not realizing it's you- and your frame is pressed right up against his own and your servos are on each other- and then Ironhide can't fragging take it anymore!

Ironhide drags you into their equivalent of a storage closet before you can protest. It's a heated and frustrating blur, but Ironhide does remember yanking the manual release on your modesty panel- Next thing he knows, he's pounding into your valve from behind where you're both standing. Ironhide curses when you squeeze down on him while you groan against Ironhides' servo. Ironhide had covered your mouth when he yanked you in here. While the back of your frame was pressed right against his front. There's a soft clank of his windshield glass getting hit on your armor every time he bottoms out inside you again.

Primus- you little- You didn't mean to do it! Ironhide knows- he's just a filthy fragging pervert who can't help himself! Every muffled cry out of you only makes Ironhide snap his hips harder and harder. The heavy want in his core only getting hotter and hotter the longer he's fragging you silly. Primus- Ironhide fantasized about this so many times, and the press of your frame against his and your valve taking his spike like this didn't even come close to his own dirty little thoughts. You're so good- taking his spike so good- not struggling too much against him neither- Ironhide lately wishes he'd dragged you in here by your front because he really wants to taste your glossia right now.

A strangled noise, muffled but still audible, escapes your throat when Ironhides free servo grabs your spike and practically starts fragging you right into his own fist with the force of his thrusts. Your spinal strut arches back against his own frame, where you're flush against one another. Your frame is trapped between ironhide and his own servos, and you overload on his spike. Valve clenching down on him and a muffled but used sound escapes you when Ironhide only speeds up. And Ironhide groans and stills to finally overload inside you.

You groan against his servo and Ironhide just continues to softly rut against your aft. Riding out his own overload and making sure his transfluid is stuffed in your valve proper. Your spent spike is twitching in his servo and Ironhide pushes his em field out to praise you- His dang glossia wasn't cooperating with him right. So instead he's pushing his field to wrap around your frame like the rest of him was. the Good, good, you're doing so good. that Ironhide feels in his struts caresses your softly twitching frame.

Ironhide pulls his servo away from your mouth, and you pant in greedy vents. Ironhide then gags you with his digits next- The flat of his digit pads pressing down flat on your glossia. His own glossia dragging along the covering of your audial- Ironhides spike twitching inside you when you whine around his digits. Ironhide had a good amount of pent-up tension he still needed to get outta himself concerning you.

He's lucky you were so understandin' to his predicament...

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Prowl didn't know what else he could do to avoid the new influx of- unsavory imagery infecting his proccessor whenever he would see you. He'd chalked it up to it being because he'd seen you as he had in the hallway self servicing. And now he could not get the imagery out of his helm. And then new... fantasies continued to turn in Prowl's processor. His logic center continued to randomly calculate subduing measures. He'd now made a habit of dismissing them and keeping his servos behind his own back when you'd have to be near one another.

Prowl is coming out of his habsuite, and you suddenly crash into Prowl, and you both end up on the floor in a tangle of limbs. You're practically straddling his lap- you apologize and sit up and in the process your aft grinds down on Prowls modesty panel. Prowl is hit with the sequence of moves he'd need to take to knock you on the floor and get on top of you instead. And he dismisses it, and he forces himself still. In fact, he's so still you look down at him in confusion and ask if he's alright.

Then your em field of all things brushes against Prowl, and there's a hint of- playfulness? It makes Prowls logic center run, and it runs into a conclusion. There was a thirty percent chance you'd been doing this to Prowl on purpose. Every little pose and stretch- the longer Prowl recalled incidents, the chances had jumped up to forty percent. And then Prowl does something he loathes to admit- but he reacts without thinking. He follows through with the take down sequence prompt and swiftly knocks you off of him. And before Prowl knows it, you're on your front, with your wrists bound in the stasis cuffs he always carries in his subspace.

After a heated few klicks, Prowl grabbed you and dragged you through his doorway into his habsuite, the door closing behind you both. What he was doing to you- but Prowl knew- Prowl was following his intuition. He was trusting his intuition that said the forty percent was correct, and he was reacting accordingly. (Never mind the fact that you were incapacitated-) and he snapped open your modesty panel and your valve was dripping on his digits in less than a klick and the percent shoots up to fifty percent and Prowl (this was wrong- this was wrong-) takes that chance and spikes you right there on his habsuite floor.

Prowl rarely cursed. It just wasn't a habit- but he's muttering curses under his vents when he enters you and promptly bottoms out. You felt- wonderful. Prowl thrusts hard and fast- he never punished you for self servicing in the ark hallway- this was for that- nothing else! Prowls pace doesn't falter when you start moaning and grunting every time he bottoms out. And his door wings don't fan high when you start saying his designation against the floor where your faceplate is pressed. (And he's certainly not fantasizing about pulling you onto his berth after this and fragging you senseless-)

Prowl notices that you're drooling on the floor. (His stasis cuffs having taken function of your fine motor controls.) Prowls servos move from your waist to your pauldrons and he's pushing you down further and thrusting into you harder. Your valve clenches down on his spike and you're murmuring his designation over and over- Prowl overloads with a sharp invent of your designation while pressing down on your back. You're twitching around him and panting lazily against the floor. His cuffs still preventing you from doing much else. Prowl gets the inappropriate thought of kissing the back of your neck and he does not follow through with it.

He does, however, lean to the side of your audial and speak. "Consider this- punishment for your habit of self servicing outside of your habsuite." Your vent hitches at Prowl's words. Prowl realizes he still needs to punish you for playing with him so inappropriately- Prowl didn't consider this nearly enough punishment for your misgivings.

Prowl is running through what else he's going to do to punish you while he drags your frame upwards.

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Frankly the only reason Ratchet doesn't snap before Prowl is because he took measures to try and keep you safe from him. Which was limiting his interactions with you unless absolutely necessary. Which was working- to a degree. Ratchet keeps thinking about you and the few interactions have left his frame hot and his engine wanting to rev. It's getting harder for Ratchet to continue to convince himself to leave the room when you enter- and then you walk right into the medbay and Ratchet has no where to go- you see him and walk right up to him- and Hoist is off base and he's not gonna be able to handle this- and you'd come in with a visible limp so Ratchet can't just kick you out without seeing you. (He should! He should do just that-) And you ask if Ratchet can realign your leg pivot.

That was simple- Ratchet should be able to do that at least... So you're lying back on the medical slab and Ratchet has a hold of your leg and his other servo is on your pelvis and he just- Ratchet pushed up and to the left and feels your leg realign and you audibly groan in relief. Ratchet found himself staring at how your plating all slacked after the action. And Ratchet takes much too long to realize he hadn't moved from his position and still had your leg propped up. His other servo still on your pelvis' when you're on your back looking up at him.

Ratchet needed to move now.

So Ratchet leans forward forcing your other leg to the side and his servo reaches for your throat- and you stop but you don't panic because you trust him- (He was your medic of course you trusted him-) and one of the multi tools in his digits zapped you right in the throat. Your own sound of surprise is cut sort because Ratchet just shorted your vocalizor. Your optics go wide, and you jerk backward and start trying to use your voice- but nothing comes out. And nothing would sound out of you for a few klicks. Ratchet realizes that whatever is seriously wrong with himself might not be fixable when Ratchets first thought is to feel bad for shorting your vocilizor- not because he might have hurt you. (Or because it's a gross violation of your trust-) But because now Ratchet won't be able to hear what sounds you'd make.

Ratchets yanking the manual release on your modesty panel and climbing up onto the medical slab too, and before he knows it- He's spiking you right then and there in the middle of the medbay. Ratchet savors the reaction of you arching off the medical slab, mouth open but no groan or moan to accompany it. Ratchet pulls back and re enters you slow and watches your valve open up to accommodate the girth of his spike. You grit your denta, and your own spike pressurizes properly, and Ratchet doesn't hesitate to grab it and stroke you off languidly. His grip tightening at your spike tip and giving you a gentle squeeze at the base every pump back down-

Your hips jerk against his own and his servo, and Ratchet actually feels gratified when your valve clenches down on him- (he shouldn't! He shouldn't! It was a basic reaction to him servicing your spike! Ratchet knows better!) Ratchet groans and starts snapping his hips and fragging you proper on the medical slab. His optics are trained on your faceplate- watching how your optics almost shuttered closed- your optical ridge furrowed. Your optics are as bright as he'd ever seen them. Your mouth closes and opens with no sound coming out of you still- Ratchet really wishes he hadn't shorted your vocalizor! Ratchet needed to hear what sound you'd make right now- how you'd sound taking his spike- how you'd sound overloading on his spike- How you'd sound begging for him-

Your spike throbs in his servo, and the only sounds out of you are the slick sounds of your pre lubrant in his servo and your valve when Ratchet bottomed out inside you. You arch against Ratchet, and he jerks your spike in quick pumps and watches you overload all over your chassis and on his spike. Ratchet then rushed forward and locked his derma against your own. His glossia lapping against yours while he snapped his hips. And Ratchet overloads right in your valve while sucking on your glossia.

Ratchet pulls away from the messy kiss and huffs in heavy vents. You're venting harsh, and in the middle of your soundless vents, your vocalizor resets, and Ratchet can suddenly hear your quiet cursing. Ratchet rolls his hips, and you audibly keen- your valve twitching around his spike. Primus- Ratchet was going to need to hear how you sounded overloading on his spike a second time... and maybe a third and maybe a fourth-

Ratchet uses his credentials to lock the medbay door via his HUD and then sends a message about closing the medbay temporally.

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Optimus is suffering. He's suffering. He is suffering! He has not known peace since his infatuation with you. And he's not known sanity since he's noticed how even more tantalizing you suddenly seemed to be. But Optimus may look- even though he has to yank his gaze away. And Optimus may fantasize- even though he doesn't let himself indulge in those thoughts. Optimus does not "snap." He may be suffering and wound terribly taunt, but you didn't need to suffer because Optimus was a filthy pervert- this was his problem, not your own! (A prime example and the only bot on earth who keeps it together yandere or not!)

Then you're in his office for something, and you ask to examine his desk- and Optimus is confused about why you would possibly need to examine his desk? But like most things involving you, he finds he can't deny you the simple request, and Optimus scoots his chair back to allow you in front of him. And then you promptly sit down right in his lap!? A startled sound escapes Optimus and his servos hover right over your frame. You're on his modesty panel- and you say you didn't think Optimus were this dense. Dense about what exactly?!

And then you admit it. Admit that you'd been purposely teasing Optimus- because you wanted him to proposition you?! Then Optimus's servos fly onto your hips when you rock on his lap. And you tell him he can throw you out If he isn't interested- and Optimus can't let you assume that so his panel is pulling back and he's pulling you upwards so his spike can pressurize correctly. The sound of just your own panel pulling back excites Optimus much more than he'd imagine it would.

Optimus's digits find your array quick, and he vents when he can feel how your valve is already wet and your spike pressurizes in no time at all. And then you ask if he wants to spike you and Optimus abruptly realizes he hadn't asked he'd just assumed you'd be willing to take his spike- After scolding himself a bit for getting caught up in his own needs- wants, Optimus asks if you'd rather spike him. Optimus's engine purrs in his chassis when you say you wanna get spiked by him right now.

Optimus has to take his time prepping you- he has to, his spike is admittedly rather large. By the time he gets two digits down to his knuckle in your valve you're squirming and making all sorts of noise in his lap- and every sweet sound out of you is going right to Optimus's spike and he's dripping pre lubricant on himself- But Optimus just savors every little reaction he gets out of you while opening you up for himself- and then he believes you'll be fine at least taking half his spike. And you're asking him to spike you, and he can't deny you when you want him almost as badly as he needs you. It's a task and then some but you've got at least half of Optimus's spike in your valve and Optimus figures he should show you how much he wants you- Show you what you'd wanted from him with all of your teasing.

Optimus starts fragging you up and down his length (it doesn't matter if you're in his frame class or maybe even bigger he's strong and he's using his matrix enhanced strength to frag you down his spike like a toy.) And Primus you feel amazing squeezing around his length so perfectly- and every noise out of you is music to his audials. Optimus is muttering praises and cooing over how darling your expression is while he's stuffing your valve with all you can take of him. (If you're big enough/trained enough that Optimus can actually bottom out inside you, he's groaning hard. And his engine revs loud.)

Optimus's em field brushes flush against you, and he's telling you how good you're being for him. His spike throbs when your optics noticeably brighten under the attention. (Sweet - you were so sweet for him-) And he starts pulling you down his spike faster and faster- You overload on his spike with a groan, and Optimus follows right after. His spike throbbing and pumping thick amounts of filling transfluid into you. His transfluid starts spilling out of your valve and into his own lap.

Stars- you were amazing...

It takes a few klicks, but eventually, Optimus shifts you up and then drops you back down again. Optimus can't help but enjoy the sight of how your spinal strut arches and how you squeeze down on him. When you question him, Optimus points out how you'd wanted this- all your hard work of teasing him was for this- so Optimus was going to make sure you were satisfied. Completely and utterly.

Was it selfish and almost completely for Optimus's own desire? Yes. But Optimus felt justified being just a touch mean to you. Especially when you'd been purposely making Optimus stress over, apparently nothing for multiple cycles. He's just- punishing you a bit. He was justified doing that. Now, wasn't he? Optimus wondered exactly how much he should punish you- but he guessed he could decide when he got there how much was too much for you, now couldn't he.

Optimus was going to make sure you were satisfied enough that you'd never try and tease him like you had again. He could do that much for you at least.

(Spoilers but Optimus frags you so hard, and so many times your frame ends up entering a forced stasis to recover.)

[t-a-a-1]

ONE - SOFT AU

(PART TWO OF THREE PARTS)

Story: Based on @revelboo Soft AU where the Cybertronians have assigned Caretakers but the Transformers believe the Caretakers are courting them.

Summary: The Caretakers’ General allies with MECH who want to use the Caretakers to blackmail the Cybertronians. 

THE SOFT AU CONCEPT BELONGS ABSOLUTELY TO @revelboo! Please go check out her stuff, superb writing! 

A/N: I hope it was ok for me to write this! I very much love the soft AU! This simply is something in honor of it. 

2.2k words. Transformers x Neutral Reader. Kinda suggestive.

-ONE-

The entire facility fell quiet as the news was delivered to the Cybertronians.

It had started as a normal day. The Autobots and Decepticons, each in their habsuites, waiting for their little Conjuxes to show up to spend some quality time together. 

They waited for 10 minutes … then 30 minutes, then an hour. Two hours. Three. Five. 

No one ever showed up. They all gathered together in the main room of the facility. Waiting for answers and waiting for news. Good news. But the concerns quickly rose as it was suspicious that no Conjuxes were in sight. No one. 

Until the HR team showed up. 

“We want to start by saying that we were unaware of the General’s intentions,” they said, trying to use very soft vocabulary so as to not anger the bots. “But our General left and sided with MECH … He gave them each Caretakers’ location and well, we believe they are the reason the Caretakers are not here.”

At first, the Cybertronians didn’t understand. What was MECH? 

“I am afraid we do not understand these terms,” Optimus was the first to speak up. “Do you mean our Conjuxes were taken to another facility? If that’s the case then I believe I speak up for everyone that we wish to be re-located to whatever location our Conjuxes may be—”

“No, they were kidnapped by MECH, they are a terrorist organization,” said one of the HR’s team. “We don’t know where they are.”

It was silent for 30 seconds straight. 

Until panic began to spread around the room, filling the sparks of the Cybertronians. Some looked around, in a desperate and disillusioned attempt of comfort. Others started to break things around them. Others stayed still, unable to process the news and some were ready to leave and look for their conjuxes. 

But before the chaos could fall upon all of them, the enormous data-screen that was mounted to the wall of the main room turned on. On it, the screen displayed the image of an older man. With scars on his face and an intimidating aura. 

“Greetings, Autobots and Decepticons,” the man said. “My name is Silas, leader of MECH.”

The Cybertronians gathered around the computer screen, all wanting to know about the person responsible for kidnapping the Conjuxes. 

“As you may already know, we have taken the Caretakers under our care,” Silas said, quickly pressing a button on his keyboard and another image appeared on the screen.

It was the Conjuxes who, with their hands and feet tied down, their mouths covered with tape. Other MECH members stood around them, guns pointing at them. 

From afar, Starscream noticed his little Conjunx among the rest. His spark drops and he quickly pushes everyone aside, wanting to be close to the screen, to register the truth. 

“If you hurt them,” Starscream's voice started as low, trembling as he finally reached the monitor screen. His anger is now becoming evident. “If you hurt them … I swear I’ll destroy every single city on this planet! I’ll tear everything apart and destroy this entire world if I have to! If you dare to even touch a single hair, I swear I’ll kill every single human on sight—”

“And if you do dare to hurt a single civilian, I promise you, we’ll torture them,” Silas said in such a calm voice that it sent a shiver down everyone’s spine. “Or just straight up kill them.”

At the threat of that and in desperation, Starscream pulls his null-ray cannons, ready to shoot at the screen but Megatron quickly puts him aside. He signals Thundercracker and Shockwave to restrain him. Meanwhile, Soundwave was in a catatonic state. 

“You fools!” Starscream keeps yelling. “You are just gonna let them hurt our Conjuxes and you won’t do anything about it?!!!”

“Oh, that’s where you are wrong, Starscream,” when Silas pronounced his name, Starscream immediately stopped talking, unaware how the leader of MECH knew his designation. “We don’t want to hurt them, if anything we saved them.”

“From what?” Hot Rod asked as he also made his way close to the leaders. “They were safe here with us, do not make yourself seem like you are the good guys because you are not.”

“We saved them from all of you,” Silas said simply. “The General told us everything. How you treated the Caretakers was unacceptable.”

“But they are our arranged-conjuxes, we only did what Conjuxes do for each other.”

“That’s what you think, but the truth is that all of them,” Silas paused, “ Every single one of them lied to you. They were forced to care for you.”

Once again, the entire room fell silent. Starscream had finally stopped fighting and now he listened, just like the rest.

“Oh, didn’t you know? They don’t love you, none of them did! It was all a farce just to keep you from starting another war.”

Of course, a lot of the Cybertronians knew that the government offered them conjuxes in order for them to have some kind of political leverage. But all of them thought that the little Conjuxes were willing to be conjuxes. That they had chosen them. Chosen each one of them because they find them worthy … because they loved them. 

“The Caretakers were brought into the facility with lies and were forced to be with you out of fear! They fear you! Even some of them hate you! Despise you!” Silas kept talking and each word stabbed the spark of the Cybertronians. “Who could ever love monstrosities like yourselves?! It wasn’t a Conjunx  offering, it was a sacrifice!” 

“You are lying!” 

The Autobots and Decepticons turned around to look at the back of the room, it had been Soundwave who spoke the loudest he had ever in his life. He had snapped out of immobile state.

“They are our Conjuxes! They take care of us! They have accepted our gifts, our rituals! They have been close to our sparks and even bonded with us!”

And as he walked towards the monitor, his voice became more distorted, glitching. All the memories he had with his conjunx were overflowing his processor. He had been one of the few who had bonded with their arranged conjunx and he could feel you to an extent. But he understood the purity in your heart, and that, he won’t believe it's not real. Not unless you tell him so. 

 “Don’t you dare lie about the bond they have with us! It's pure! It’s sacred!”

He reached where Megatron was standing and his leader put a servo on his shoulder, making him stop. They share a profound gaze. For the first time, Soundwave noticed fear in Megatron’s optics. Terrified. Not for him, but for what could happen to his conjunx. Soundwave stopped talking. 

“What do you wish for?” Megatron asks Silas, Optimus next to him. “Our technology? Ammunition? War intel? Valuable or materialistic  items?”

Silas stays quiet for a second before speaking again.

“When the General reached out and told us that the Cybertronians were in love with some humans, we couldn’t believe it,” Silas said. “We didn’t think it was possible but today' s display of affection proves that not only do you love them … you cannot live without them, correct? Is in your system … like a virus that infected your entire program.”

They had fallen into a trap.

“When Soundwave mentioned ‘bonded’ do you mean it's possible for a Cybertronian and a Human to share intimacy?” Silas kept asking questions even though it felt like he already knew the answer. “From such intimacy … In theory, could a new being be created?”

“No, Primus, please, no–” Soundwave thought.

“We’ll run all the necessary tests to ensure if any of the Caretakers have signs of cybertronian life in them,”  Silas said. “Until we make sure of the kind of cargo we have, we won’t make any negotiations. Please, wait for further instructions … We’ll reach out to you again, soon enough.”

‘No! Wait—”

The video call ended.

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“Alright, who thought it was a good idea to fuck a giant robot?”

Everyone turned to look at Caretaker 69, aka Soundwave’s caretaker.

“Oh, please! You all act as if I was the only one!”

MECH kidnapped them. Plain and simple. But at least they allowed them to be together in one room. Of course, all of you were watched all the time by security cameras. 

“I just know Starscream must be going crazy, he almost destroyed the entire facility when I didn’t show up because I was sick,” said Caretaker 92. “We are so getting fired.”

“Is that what you really are thinking about? Didn’t you hear Silas? The General sold us!” Shockwave’s caretaker, also known as Caretaker 10 said. “I knew I should have quit the moment I heard the Cybertronians were just horny robots.”

“Mine wasn’t,” said Caretaker 77 as they looked into their broken arm, wrapped in a cast. “My Ratchet was kind … He took care of me. He must be so worried.”

Everyone looked at Ratchet’s caretaker in silence. Until, from the group of Caretakers, one stood up. Number 100, aka Optimus Prime’s caretaker. 

“Everyone listen to me,” they said. “This isn’t about the Transformers nor about us. It’s about the world.”

“If there’s one thing we know for sure is that our robots would do anything to get to us. A war might break out again and a lot of lives would be at stake.” Number 100 had everyone’s attention.  “Let's put aside our differences and our thoughts about the bots and think of a way to get out of here, for the sake of the world.”

Caretaker 69 raised their hand and Caretaker 100 pointed at them, allowing them to speak.

“... Have you been sucking on Optimus’s spike a lot? Cause I think his leadership skills have been rubbing off on you–”

“Number 69, if you say another word–”

“Hey, I don’t blame you—”

“Ugh, shut up!” another Caretaker stood up. It was number 1 … Megatron’s caretaker.  “Yo, number 100, count me in. Whatever gets me back to Megatron before 10pm, he gets sad if I don’t listen to his poetry. What’s the plan?”

Optimus' caretaker opened their mouth before closing it. They gave it a few seconds before speaking again.

“... Honestly, I didn’t think I would get this far.”

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There wasn’t chaos. Just pure silence. Uncontrollable sadness. Desesperation and defeat. 

“We apologize … We should have been upfront about the Caretakers situation.” 

“So … All of it? Them feeding us, washing us, taking care of us … All of the courting was forced upon them?”

The HR team looked at each other and nodded.

“Some of them enjoyed it, others were simply doing a job … they never saw it as courting. And for a lack of a better word, yes … Some of them did not enjoy your advances.”

“Oh, Primus,” Optimus whispered to himself. “I can’t believe it, I– I—”

He struggled to find the right words. He can’t believe he courted someone without their consent. What would you think of him now? Do you secretly hate him? You must hate him because not only did invaded your privacy, he had failed to protect you. 

“That’s why they would always call me sir, they were so afraid that they didn’t even wish to call me by my name—”

“But! As Mr.Soundwave said,” HR interrupted. “Some Caretakers formed genuine bonds!”

“Yes and because of that Soundwave’s caretaker might be tested on!” said Thundercracker as he stood by Starscream who looked like he could faint at any time.  “That caretaker might be carrying the first Cybertronian-Human sparkling and we are here! Doing nothing!”

“Thundercraker, please,” Ratchet’s voice could be heard through the main room. He was checking up on Soundwave who wasn’t doing any better. “Soundwave actually spark-bounded with his human. Being parted from a conjunx for a long period of time is hard enough to withstand, if in fact, there’s a sparkling involved in all of this … I don’t know how much longer he can take–”

“I don’t know why we are making such a fuss,” said Prowl, who had been listening to everything from a distance. But his voice still glitched, broken. “You heard them … They don’t want us. Maybe MECH is right … they saved them from us. Maybe that’s what the conju— The Caretakers wanted.”

Mirage wanted to say something, only to look away as he realized that he shared the same sentiment. 

“Whether the Caretakers wanted us or not, that doesn’t matter anymore,” Megatron said. “Like HR said, some of the conjuxe— Caretakers, genuinely cared for us and most importantly there’s  possibility that Soundwave’s conjux might be with sparkling.”

“Megatron is right,” Optimus stepped in, joining the Decepticon leader. “If that’s true, we cannot afford for MECH to have what can be Cybertron’s first sparkling in millennia. MECH will contact us again and if they know what’s best for them, they won’t hurt our humans … but when they do, we must be prepared to attack.”

Optimus then looks at Megatron.

“As one.”

Optimus stretches out a servo towards Megatron.

The Decepticon leader thinks of you. Your smile forever engraved in his processor and even if everything was a lie, even if you didn’t love him … He did. And that’s all the truth he ever needed to know.

For the first time, Megatron shakes Optimus' servo.

“As one.”

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A/N: I haven’t read all of the characters in the Soft AU, so sorry if anything was out of character or if it didn't fit the concept! Again, the soft au concept belongs to @revelboo

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Transformers x Reader Masterlist

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About/Warnings/Assorted Headcanons and Scenarios For the G1/IDW stories because the Character Limits Keep Thwarting Me

IDW/G1

Starscream x Reader/ Soundwave x Reader/ Megatron x Reader Everything Is Alright Everything Is Alright-full chapters Megatron's PSA Patterns-Starscream Pretty-Shockwave Seekers-Starscream Shared Meal-Starscream TV Possessive-Starscream Vacation Lonely-Shockwave Scent-Starscream Roleplay-Starscream Carrier Warm-Starscream Exhaustion Learning-Starscream Everything is Alright outtake- Shockwave Attention-Starscream Courting-Starscream Alt Mode-Megatron Rite-Starscream Stress-Starscream PSA 2-Megatron Domestic Honeymoon Everything Is Alright scenes Pt 1 Everything Is Alright scenes Pt 2 Sparkling Future Field Trip Fan Art Fan Art Fan Art Fan Art Fan Art Fan Art

Wheeljack x Reader Circuits and Wires

Jazz x Reader Over it Now

Soundwave x Reader-stand alone When You're Around

Thundercracker x Reader Better Open the Door

Bluestreak x Reader Where I Belong

Prowl x Reader Stand Too close

Cliffjumper x Reader TKO

Sideswipe x Reader, Sunstreaker x Reader Can't Finish What You Started

Optimus Prime x Reader Gravity

Bumblebee x Reader Last Night

Skyfire x Reader Floating Down The River

Rumble x Reader Alcohol Eyes

Skywarp x Reader Stop Talking

Ratchet x Reader Feel Like Rain

Waspinator x Reader Worker Bee

Ironhide x Reader Hold Me Down

Vortex x Reader I Can't Decide

Grimlock x Reader Shiver

Constructicons x Reader Drive

Insecticons x Reader You (Don't) Know Me

Trailbreaker x Reader Too Tired To Wink

Hound x Reader Heavy Boots

Blaster x Reader Shoot Me In The Smile

Sunstorm x Reader Love Me Dead

Cosmos x Reader In Space

Astrotrain x Reader Sweet Tooth

Tarantulas x Reader Haunt

Flatline x Reader All At Once

Mirage x Reader Scenario-Pampered

Tracks x Reader Scenario-Angles

Shockwave x Reader She Is Afraid

Ark x Reader Lonely

Nemesis x Reader Protector

Protectobots x Reader Scenario-Home

Combaticons x Reader Scenario-Names

Barricade x Reader Calling All Cops

Scorponok x Reader Granite

Ratbat x Reader Visitor

Looking for the Scenarios for the G1/IDW stories besides EiA?

After AU Masterlist

Soft AU Masterlist

Alternate Takes Masterlist

Lost Light Masterlist

TF Prime Masterlist

TF ONE Masterlist

TF Earthspark Masterlist

TF Armada

TFA Animated Masterlist

ROTB/ Bayverse

Rescue Bots Masterlist

Misc Series Masterlist