I gotta ask: I've been craving G1 Soundeave having his buttons played with, either SFW or NSFW, I just *shakes fist* I need them to be pressed. Soundwave my beloved <333
Wonderful ask, I see you are a fellow person of culture. Shout out to Soundwave, gotta be one of my favourite stim toys.
Since the pairing wasn't specified, I went with a Cybertronian reader.
Answer under the cut, mostly SFW but suggestive.
G1 Soundwave x Cybertronian!Reader
It was nice to have moments like this with just the two of you, when Soundwave had a chance to take a break from his multifarious duties keeping the ship running and neither of you were being roped into the latest of Megatron's grand plans to take down the Autobots once and for all. You were reclined on the berth with the TIC in your lap, playing some pre-war song he'd kept in his databanks while you caught up on a holonovel you'd become engrossed in. You hadn't been paying much attention to the lyrics, captivated by the story unfolding in your datapad, but as a few lines caught your attention you decided to play it back to hear the last verse again. You snaked your arm around Soundwave's waist, feeling for the raised surfaces of his buttons, and Soundwave stiffened a bit; you supposed in surprise. You pressed his stop button, then your digits found the narrow-angled edge of his rewind button and you held it down for a few seconds before pressing play. Each button lit up energon magenta when you pressed it. Soundwave's buttons were quite satisfying to press, offering a little resistance and making a pleasing click once activated.
Soundwave's servo had gripped your knee while you fiddled with his buttons, but now he laid himself against you with his backstrut to your chassis and his helm on your shoulder, leaving not much room for you to pick up your datapad and read again. You didn't mind, content to enjoy your lover's music for a little while. You moved your servo, intending to set your datapad aside, but he placed his own servo over it quickly. Curious. Experimentally, you stroked his play button with one digit, feeling the texture of the raised symbol, and then slowly applied pressure, holding it just before its active position. Soundwave's cooling fans clicked on.
Emboldened, you held down the rewind and fast forward buttons at the same time, causing the music to stutter and skip before smoothing back out as Soundwave corrected the contradicting inputs internally. He pushed up into your touch keenly. You pressed all of his buttons at once, then alternated quickly switching between each of them in random order, deriving equal gratification from the sheer fun of playing with him as from the way Soundwave arched and shifted in your hold, vents growing shallow.
You pressed the record button and moved in close to him, winding your arms about his chassis and running your digits up the smooth glass. Soundwave let out a whine filled with static when your digits left his buttons, but then you found the eject button on his shoulder and his visor brightened in anticipation. You splayed your servo over his chest compartment and pushed, the spring mechanism attempting to propel the tape deck open only to be met with resistance. He pressed himself even more firmly back against you to give it room to open, but you pushed it shut with a click, holding the button down. Soundwave's visor flickered. "Release it."
"Or what?" You massaged his compartment, pushing hard with your thumb just above his lower hinge to keep it closed, your digits stretching to mess with the buttons on his abdomen again, playing back Soundwave's melodious sighs and the hum of cooling fans.
The wind rattled the frame of the window, it was just another terribly cold night. The snow falling in sheets as you let your jacket slough off like a wet tissue.
You needed to find new socks to replace your soaked ones or you would get truly sick.
On your hunt through your sock drawer for an appropriately fuzzy pair of reading socks you happened to glance outside. A shadow catching the corner of your eye from the window, though it was gone too fast for you to truly care.
After all, no one would be out on a night like this.
You continued your evening, deciding to make a casserole and just let yourself warm your apartment by using your stove, the smell of cheesey funeral potatoes and chicken bacon ranch casserole wafting in the air made your mouth water as a particularly strong gust of wind rattled the window and made you look up.
There was a handprint on your window.
His would not have scared you nearly so much if it wernt for the chilling fact that you lived on the third floor.
Your breathing picked up as the lights flickered.
You looked outside and under a streetlamp stood a figure.
So strange and uncanny. Human but distinctly not human.
They were looking directly at you.
Never let it be said that you were a coward, or that you would let this go lying down, someone was trying to mess with you and you were not having it! You picked up the old aluminium bat you had shoved under your bed. Got your pepper spray, geared up and marched outside.
You felt less brave the closer you got to the figure...you thought that maybe the distance is what had made it look so uncanny, yet here, close up it looked more wrong, like a human stretched thin but in all the joints, fingers distorted and long, arms folded behind a hunched back, legs too long to look right.
It turned its head to you with a sharp crack and you shuddered. It was human. But not. You didnt know what it was but you were about to raise your bat when...
It shivered.
And that made you look at the thin hoodie and Jean's it was wearing, that made you lower the bat, because if one thing was going to win out over your survival instincts....
It would be kindness.
"Hey...um...I got a casserole in the oven. Want some?"
Its head tilted at you disjointedly and it took a few minutes before it grinned at you with far too many teeth to be human.
"Would love some."
That is how you met your roommate, and you hate that they still beat you in cards every game night.
But when it gets to be particularly cold. The two of you meet in the living room, make a pillow fort and silently stare out the window at the street light.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Pet Shop of Horrors
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Count D/Leon Orcot
Characters: Count D, Leon Orcot, Tetsu (Pet Shop of Horrors), Pon-chan, Jill (Pet Shop of Horrors), the whole cast really
Additional Tags: Graphic Descriptions of the Aftermath of Violence, Slow Burn, Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Fix-It, One-Sided Attraction, at first, curse words, Short Temper, shameless OC insertion, only in the first chapter tho, Sibling Bonding, Fluff, Eventual Smut
Summary:
Leon's spend more than half his life chasing D across the world. But when he finds the shop, it's not the right one.
But the shop always knows what the heart desires, and decides to give him a nudge towards someone who can help.
He gets what he wants, but in a different way than he's expecting.
Hello, I write one-shots and headcanons for Transformers. Below, you can find a list of what I will do, but it is not comprehensive - so feel free to ask if you're uncertain (or you're just really itching for a particular scenario).
Will Write
Continuties:
Armada (Unicron Trilogy)
Ask Vector Prime
Beast Wars II
BotBots
Covenant of Primus
IDW comics (2005 and 2019)
Earthrise/Kingdom/Seige (Netflix War for Cybertron Trilogy)
EarthSpark
Generation One/G1
Headmasters
Prime/TFP
Rescue Bots
Robots in Disguise 2001
Robots in Disguise 2015
Super God Masterforce
Victory
Wings
Zone
Genres:
Alternate Universes | Faeformers, Humanformers, Merformers and more, go wild.
Valveplug, Suggestive, etc.
Angst/Dark/Horror
Comfortfic
Reader Insert | Cybertronian, human, unidentified space monster, it's all good with me. Just be sure to let me know what species, gender/pronouns and other details you want the reader to have.
Character x Character | Rarepairs especially welcomed.
Poly/Multiships
Platonic, Familial, Non-ship
Specific Scenarios | Have a really detailed idea, but worried it's too specific? Don't be, I'll hear you out.
Continuations | Want to find out what happens next? Want no more, and drop me a request!
Your Obscure Blorbo Who Has 3 Sentences on TFWiki
Less Likely to Write
Autobots | Sorry, guys. You can request them, but I'm a filthy Decepticon apologist through and through, and those bastards will always be my priority.
i dunno if you are till taking requests or not but if you are, could you please write a drabble about megatorm being perceived by the rest of the destron troops, either good or badly percieved.
(assuming that before bw2 started the destron crew was part of a bigger destron army)
thank youuu
My requests are always open for BWII. Have some nameless soldiers speculating.
Drabble under the cut!
BWII Destrons & Megastorm
“Hey, doesn’t he frighten you, that Megastorm?” The mess hall of the Galvaburg I, the primary Destron flagship, was large enough that the Destron troops who gathered there could feel secure in a sense of anonymity, and conversations like this could arise.
“What, the SIC? He’s nothing but a meek fool.” The mech who’d spoken was an experienced general. Several younger soldiers murmured their agreement, a few laughing quietly, others looking more unnerved to hear such blatant disrespect at the expense of a member of High Command, their leader’s brother, no less.
“You wouldn’t get it! An Autoroller like you always ends up on missions directed by Galvatron. Megastorm’s different when he commands alone.” The Combatron who’d spoken glanced over his shoulder nervously as if the unruly Prince of Destruction might show up at any moment, while his partner nodded in agreement.
“Different, how?” The Autoroller general replied.
“Cold, sneaky… More reserved than our Emperor.”
More troopers approached the table, pushing up seats to listen. One interjects, “Sure. One time I was under his command, he called a retreat because the Cybertrons were acting strange. We thought he was being cowardly, but it turned out they had a new weapon and were planning an ambush. Our squad owes our lives to that call.”
“Feh, as if he could have known. When I was under his command, he went behind Galvatron’s back and ordered a raid of an abandoned Cybertron base. He showed no care when one of us got nearly crushed by disturbed rubble, and when Galvatron discovered his ploy, he tried to initiate the self-destruct to trap our leader inside. We all saw it!”
A shocked muttering passes through the crowd.
“So,” someone says at last, “Megastorm or Galvatron, who would you rather have as leader?”
“Who knows?” Grins another, “but if Megastorm became Emperor, well… I’d want to stay on his good side. Don’t underestimate him, you know?”
"Wise words." The voice that spoke up was tensely authoritative, recognised instantly by the gathered troops, although the speaker it belonged to was known to many as usually speaking in a much higher, more anxious tone.
"M-Megastorm!" The troopers part a path, shrinking back at once under the scrutiny of the Second in Command.
"Megastorm, what?"
There was a beat of silence, then the Combatron who'd started the conversation tentatively said, "Megatron, Prince of Destruction?"
Megastorm's derma curled into a smile. "Emperor of Desctruction, one day. Don't underestimate me!" With that, the Destron SIC turned and left the mess hall, his troopers staring after him.
I am hoping to get back to writing now that exams are winding down, I already have some of my Small Hope's AU written and am planning on Grave dirt ( my over the garden wall fanfic) to be the next one I update. Then I have my other works so dont worry! I will try to get this done this month so everything can get an update!
