#astrotrain x reader

Tracks is in the middle of trying to put the second layer of new paint on a bot when you message him. Tracks finishes the area he's coating before letting himself open whatever image you'd sent him and- he pauses again and finds himself taking in the provocative teasing sight you'd sent him. His array is slowly trying to become active while staring at the naughty position you'd decided to pose yourself, in an obvious attempt to get him riled up. The caption only makes Tracks click his glossia audibly at the sight.

Tracks is exactly the type of diva who immediately cancels every other appointment he has for the day and works through his current client with a purpose. That purpose? He's suddenly got much more important matters to attend to than detail and paint work! He makes sure his work on his current client is perfect before shoo'ing them out of his work shop while muttering care tips for their new perfect coat. And he reorganizes his tomorrow schedule to squeeze in who he canceled on today while on his drive to your habsuite.

Once Tracks is there he's finding wherever you are (if you do move from your original spot he is a touch upset.) And without a hello, Tracks is getting between your thighs and he's pulling your frame so he can get between them properly. Luckily, there's still high grade all over your frame and modesty panel so Tracks doesn't dilly dally and gets to cleaning your paint (yes, with his glossia). Honestly you were too much-! Making him come over to clean your paint for you like this? Didn't you know high grade when left on paint for long periods of time can lead to possible paint fade?! He's pausing between his glossia dragging on your panel to scold you for your obviously absurd blunder. But he does his dill diligence to clean everything off of you even when he's berating you for being his stupid Conjunx.

9/10 Tracks is a brat but he's your brat. He is the fastest one to get to you here and down to business with the least mayhem left behind him.

Starscream is reading over work in the laboratory when you send him something on his com. He opens the image of whatever it is to glance even though he's in the middle of a paragraph. Because busy schedule be sparkdamned, you were much more important than some silly- Starscream’s optics widen and he freezes exactly in his place and stares at you. And your panel... and the high grade all over- the caption causes his wings to flick.

Starscream’s also the type to immediately get up, other responsibilities be sparkdamned! But then he's reminded that he will not have time for some of his experiment tomorrow if he doesn't get through his today work load. Oh, he is irate. You know. You know he's busy, and you- no matter. Starscream’s lazy attitude is gone and he slams through just what he absolutely needs to get done today. Before rushing out of the laboratory and transforming. Definitely possibly breaks air traffic laws, to get to your habsuite faster than he would otherwise.

Starscream rushes into your habsuite and speed walks while calling out your designation to find you again- when he does finally find you Starscream smiles soft. And then Starscream genuinely smiles- sharp. And he grabs you by your thighs no matter where you're at and gets between them as soon as he can. Honestly sending an image like that to him! You still have high grade all over your lower chassis and modesty panel. Starscream rightfully scolds you before he lets himself taste your panel- the taste of high grade accompanying it. His digits firm, allowing zero chance of you escaping him and pulling away what he rightfully deserved. What would you do without him-?! Huh? Sit there with high grade wasted on your own armor?! Disgraceful- utterly disgraceful. You're lucky he actually cares about you. And double so that you have such an attentive conjunx- truly Starscream spoils you.

8/10 it's Starscream. He gets there slower than Tracks and might leave some loose ends via speeding to get to your habsuite faster, but at least he doesn't get caught.

Astrotrain’s doing cargo delivery with a busy day. It's mostly all cargo transports so at least he doesn't have to worry about anybody trying to complain about him being a "poor host" or some slag. He's flying when he gets a message from you. It's an image so he ends up waiting till he's back on the ground to unload to look- Astrotrain stops in the middle of opening his side door at the sight of you. You with high grade spilled all over your front and closed array- The caption makes his train engine rumble.

Astrotrain is reminded where he is when the mechs supposed to unload their delivery knock on his shuttle door. Slag-! His servos are tied! Astrotrain blasts off after everything is accounted for and picks up speed. Maybe he breaks air traffic laws while trying to finish his rounds as quick as possible. (And maybe he gets a ticket.) Not important. Astrotrain is supposed to unload the last delivery himself as a drop off. Since its not breakable slag, he tilts and just dumps it all onto the ground where he's supposed to leave it and he's fragging gone in a klick.

He stomps into your habsuite because of the slag he had to get through after you sent that to him. Another who mech handles you when he first catches sight of you, but probably more so since Astrotrain’s big enough he's gonna be able to pick you up easy. Even if you happen to be larger since shuttles are build to handle heavy loads. He'll carry you and toss you onto your berth. Before he's forcibly dragging your pelvis up by your hips into the air for easier access. Doesn't matter if you happen to be small enough he ends up making you completely air born- You knew what that slag would do to him-! The high grades starting to get sticky from how long it was sitting on your armor. You fragging- you weren't moving until he got every trace of this mess off your panel-!

7/10 The ticket is a point of contention but Astrotrain does his job as fast as he can and does get to your habsuite quickly regardless.

Skyfire had just gotten back from a short interstellar supply mission he had. The bots were polite thankfully about the cargo delivery and the trip went off without a hitch. Skyfire checks his com when he feels himself get a message from you. He was still stuck orbiting the atmosphere waiting for landing clearance. The image makes him balk and then his fans to turn on when he reads the caption. His cruel conjunx! It's not his fault he's stuck out here! He can't make them hurry any faster! Skyfire huffs and can feel his array stir in interest while staring at the teasing photo.

He's suffering but Skyfire can only urge them to hurry without seeming unreasonable when he cannot also give them a reason why he needs to be done sooner than later. Skyfire can't rush them but when he gets landing clearance he lands in a jog- shouts his status to the pit stop crew and also messages them his internal readings. He transforms again and blasts off when he gets back to where he's allowed to fly in the city. Skyfire flies as quickly as he can without breaking air traffic laws- he wouldn't allow himself to get a ticket! (Also because getting a ticket would make him even later then he already was!)

Skyfire has to catch his vents by the time he lands in front of your habsuite. But he enters and he ends up seeing you almost as soon as he does. Skyfire will get on his knees where you're sitting and rest his cheek against your inner thigh. And look up at you with his optic ridge worried. The high grade is still on your modesty panel but it's mostly dry at this point. Love- why- why did you decide to make him suffer while on his work shift? Did you feel like he'd been neglecting you that badly? Skyfire's servos find your thighs and he drags you towards the edge of your seat. It was- well, it was still possible to clean it off like you'd asked. Even if it might take longer when it was like this...

6/10 Doesn't break air traffic laws like the above two but it's also why he takes so long to get back in the first place. Gets an extra point for being cute.

Another day another cycle working on architecture on cybertron. It was an all servos on deck situation with The Constructicons. Every single one of them was focused on point as Scrapper chimed in between his own work to direct the rest of the team when he needed to. Then all pit breaks loose when Scavenger yelped loudly. Long Haul and Hook turned towards the sound, one to scold, the other to insult about having to fix damage at a time like this. Then they all get to watch Scavenger make a break for it- Actually try and ditch them on shift! Bonecrusher grabbed him before he could run off and Scavenger just shouts your designation while still trying to escape.

They all freeze before checking their coms- Multiple of them curse and Mixmaster whistled. Scrapper stepped forward immediately knowing everyone would scatter as soon as they realized what they were looking at. And what your text said. Promiscuous ( and very attractive) Conjunx aside- They still had a job to do. And they had a lot of ground to cover. Scrapper warns there isn’t going to be any sloppy work but that also didn’t mean they couldn’t also put petal to the metal and work on crunch time. It is a labor- filled with cursing, a few injuries, grime, and a lot of scuffed paint. But they finish their job in record time with no corners cut.

They don’t even stop to wash (much to Hook’s grievances but he’s not letting the rest of them get to you without him!). And they almost take down your door when they shove themselves into your habsuite. It takes them three nano-klicks to realize you're not in the main lounge.The sound of solvent running tells them you’re in your wash rack. You jump and stare at Mixmaster who manged to squeeze himself in first through the wash rack door. Only to end up rushed by all six of your riled up significant others. And they definitely don’t all fit in your wash rack with you but they’re crowding you regardless. Not hesitating to get under the solvent with you and start getting grabby. You’re getting scolded, groped, and grabbed from multiple sides-! Solvent slipping between you all while they show you exactly how much they enjoyed the little photo you’d sent them.

6/10 Even later than Skyfire but they leave no ends untied and also are thorough with treating you right and cleaning you up at the end of it all.

Ratchet is in the middle of doing his rounds for everyone in his unit, having to pick up slack for one of the newer medic assistants because they had to call out due to an emergency. You send him something on his com but only two messages, so Ratchet assumes it isn't an emergency and continues on. He only checks it when he has the time- when he goes on break. He's stops in the middle of raising his energon cube up to his derma at the sight of the high grade spilled down your front. Ratchet’s derma set firm at the caption.

He vents long and deliberately while running through his options. And unfortunately he was stuck. Especially with the shift he was covering while still doing his own. So he buries down the charge trying to circle under his panel. With that he goes back to his work- running through thoughts and the sight of you like that. Ratchet does make sure to stay on his work load and to clean as he goes to help limit how long he'd really be staying. He gets an idea halfway through his shift and he follows through with it after finally finishing his shift and before heading to your habsuite.

You're in your berth by the time Ratchet let's himself in. You're not in recharge thankfully reading something on your data pad, so he announces himself and climbs in after you. You half shift like you were going to make room for him but Ratchet grabs you firm and drags your frame closer instead. He’s kneeling over you before long and he unsubspaces the bottle of high grade he bought- pops it open and flips it upside down- Unceremoniously pouring it out and utterly drenching the front of your frame. When about half is left in the bottle Ratchet stops and flips the bottle right side up and brings it to his derma. Chugging the other half of the bottle till its empty and subspacing it after. Ratchet laughs and finally speaks then. He apologizes about the wait but he had the thought in his mind since you sent those messages to him. And that he plans to follow through with the stupid little perverted idea you put in his processor no matter what.

5/10 Is one, if not the latest any bot could possibly be in this scenario. But Ratchet gets major points for the smoothest damage control he could do in this situation.

Divider credits @/enchanthings, @/cafekitsune, @/diviniyae

• Can feel you staring at him and he rumbles softly, attention on his bitlet babbling happily as she picks up the plastic teapot and tips it. Pretending to pour him some tea before beaming up at him in that frilly princess dress she’d wanted. And apparently, he’s a princess, too. Struggling to not drop or accidentally crush the tiny cup, he brings it to his lips and pretends to drink. Hears you snort and his head turns, optics narrowing. You have to know there’s going to be payback later if you laugh now.

• Pressing tacky, semisolid energon into the silicone mold, you wipe your hands on a rag and lean to grab the container of powder. You’re not sure what it is aside from minerals, but you hold your breath as you sprinkle it on the treats to set. And you keep stealing glances at Astrotrain with your daughter, the big mech hunched over to mime that he’s drinking tea with her as she warbles nonsense with an actual word or two thrown in, her wing nubs flicking as they jut out the holes you’d cut in the back of the dress. His optics meet your eyes and you badly disguise laughter as coughing to make your daughter look over curiously.

• Slowly miming biting, he sees your face flush and he smiles lazily as you pointedly turn your back on him. Pretending to ignore him as he growls. Up until his daughter leans across the tiny table to pat his servo while frowning seriously. “More, please,” he growls, scooting the cup closer so she can pretend to pour for him again, chirping happily. Rumbling dipping to a low crooning, he’s aware of you sneaking looks at him while trying to be stealthy about it. Up to something most likely.

• Flustered, your mouth feels bruised from his kiss. Heating as you meet his optics and he lazily smirks, looking so satisfied that you almost want to smack him, you make yourself hold his stare. “You spilled my treats,” he growls and you glance at the container on the concrete floor of the stall. “I think you should make it up to me,” he adds, the words rough. Almost sounding like a threat even as anticipation and a shiver of intimidation whisper through you. Because even mass displaced, he’s big. A servo hooks in the neck of your coveralls; a challenge in his expression. But otherwise he doesn’t move. Like he’s asking.

• Growling when you go up on your knees, his spike stirs behind his plating as you reach up and push that outer covering down to bare skin and the thinner layers underneath. “That was your fault,” you say, voice softer than he’s used to. Teasing him as his plating barely lifts. ‘My fault?’ He growls, voice roughening as his servos smooth along your collarbone, the line of your throat. Attention dipping when you drag your covering down over your hips and a startled laugh escapes you when he wraps his hands around your middle and lifts you up so you can awkwardly finishing stripping.

• “Yes, your fault,” you insist, getting distracted when his plating shifts and his spike suddenly pressurizes, the size of him catching you off guard. And you’ve only managed to get one boot off, your coveralls hung around the top of the other boot as he hooks a servo in your underwear and pulls until the material digs into you then tears. “Hey!” You gasp, scowling as he chuckles, unimpressed by your annoyance. Sucking in a breath when he lowers you, you’re grabbing at his hands when you feel the head of his spike slide against you to smear slick against you. “Wait,” you hiss, half afraid he’s going to just pull you down onto his length before you’re ready. That it’s going to hurt.

• Venting raggedly at how alarmed you are, his optics hood as he lazily rubs himself against you. Do you really think he’d hurt you? That he’s into pain? Can admit to enjoying tormenting and teasing you, but then you’re his. “Wait,” he growls, mimicking your voice as he watches your white knuckled grip on his hands relax when you realize he’s not going to just force his way deep. That he can be patient even if it’s not his strong suit. And you manage to look embarrassed as he leans down and nuzzles against your neck. Before biting to make you suck in a breath and smack him. Chuckling against your skin, he refuses to let go, moving against you until you begin to move to meet him. Until you relax and he can slowly stretch you to make you both groan.

Yandere who want Megatron to see them, only them, and therefore do not admire him 24/7, although their hearts skip a beat when the Lord casts his gaze upon them. They know that the fate of those Decepticons who have always tried to impress and gain recognition from the Lord is sad. So do, don't talk.

Known as the only Decepticon capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with Soundwave in terms of competence and loyalty to Megatron. This often causes the blue mech to feel tense when you are behind him.

A reader who goes crazy with happiness while in Lord's compartment, inhaling the scent of their beloved leader that surrounds them everywhere. A yandere reader who loses their mind and gets overwhelmed by rubbing against Megatron's thigh. Reloading with such force that their whole body shakes.

A yandere reader who didn't say a word when Megatron changed sides and turned away from the Decepticons. Following their beloved to the very end.

A Yandere reader who would never dare to correct or reprimand Starscream in front of his subordinates, would never support their jokes, and would never finish off those bastards who laugh at him, just because they are important to the Seeker.

A reader who admires the seeker's ability to think three steps ahead, tickling his ego, flattering his intellect. They already know all his victories, know his achievements, all the best tactics and strategies, but how can they not listen to his stories? He is so perfect when he admires himself.

Feeling the need to eliminate any competitors, to eliminate those who tried to ruin their beloved's reputation. To use rumors, to frame them, to create mistakes for them so that they don't get away with just a reprimand. They have no place among the Decepticons if they are unable to see the main value of the whole thing.

Yandere reader who is fascinated by Thundercracker's sensuality and doubts. Who stays close to him in quiet moments, leaning against the wall and listening to his soft voice. His nostalgic stories under the influence of high-grade energon, and thoughts about the meaning of everything that is happening.

The reader sees how exhaustion has caused Thunder to fall asleep at his workplace and sits down to finish writing his reports for him, covering him with a blanket made of the highest quality material available on Nemesis.

They knows about the blue mech's little pet and has already learned everything possible about dog care. Of course, no one will find out. This will go with you to your grave. Together, you will sit on the grass of Earth and take turns throwing a ball to the charming creature. During that evening, something changed in Thunder's gaze toward you.

A yandere reader who picks up on Skywarp's vibe and doesn't get upset. Listens as he rattles off a monologue about his day, jumping from topic to topic like a hyperactive kid. As he jokes and almost rolls on the floor laughing, the reader chuckles too.

A yandere reader who is so eagerly awaiting the unexpected appearance of the purple seeker that they have already learned how the surroundings crackle slightly a second before the mech teleports behind. Who falls for the jokes of the Chaos, but still smiles and laughs at each of his pranks.

A yandere reader who is twisted in half in the seekers' shared bedroom while they fuck them in a circle and almost fight in an attempt to jump the queue and be next.

A devoted reader who keeps all the information about the beloved Soundwave in the most private and secret folder. Photographs from behind, photographs of him during combat, while sleeping, even while eating. Of course, the reader knows about the cute, charming face behind this mask. Their beloved is perfect at spying and finding compromising information, so they have to live up to him.

The reader who collected and still keeps a collection of figurines, flags, and posters from the Gladiator Arena, or fell in love with him even before Soundwave and Megatron met. And why is he so loyal to Lord? You noticed and appreciated him even before he was able to control his telepathy, it's so unfair!

A yandere reader who found a way to occupy and calm down two cassette robots, causing all the Decepticons to breathe a sigh of relief for a couple of hours.

The one who has sweets and treats for each Soundwave cassette and always calmly responds to the boys' desire to hang on their arms out of boredom, or to Laserbeak, Buzzsaw, and Ratbat, who have settled on their shoulders or heads, playfully pinching the tips of their helmets or ears.

The yandere reader, who is left alone with Soundwave, kneels and swallows his spike, massaging the basis at the same time. Trying to relax their beloved after a long day of overtime without a break, they convince them to lie down and take a little nap.

Yandere reader, silently supporting every experiment, even the most cruel ones, conducted by Shockwave. Standing nearby, ready to hand any tool to the terrible butcher, who in their eyes is a genius, a surgeon capable of creating new life from nothing, like God.

A reader who remained on Cybertron in favor of being close to the true mind of the Decepticons, to witness discoveries, autopsies, injections, and the latest developments, with a gleam in his eyes.

Yandere, who, upon learning of Shockwave's disappearance and being declared dead, almost immediately set out to search for him alone, feeling, knowing that his spark was still pulsing somewhere out there, that he might be in danger, that the entire future of Cybertron might be in danger without him.

The reader who found his beloved, announcing that he was alive and well, who knows that Starscream is to blame for Shockwave being declared missing without a proper search, but has no proof. Who wants to tear the seeker to pieces for framing Shockwave, trying to kill him, but was not given the right to kill that creature.

The reader, who is overwhelmed by Shockwave's request to obtain their transfluid for him so that he has enough genetic material for new developments. Perhaps he will be able to recreate the Predacons on his own. He says like their help is worthless, but how can they pay attention to that when the beloved is about to combine their material with his mind? Can the reader consider their children to be common with the scientist?

A yandere reader who sees how hard Astrotrain works, how he gives his all and keeps quiet about his needs, sees how much potential there is in such a wonderful soldier and how little he gets.

A reader who doesn't judge when Astrotrain breaks down again because of hunger, doesn't react when he snaps back. They stay close when he needs to let off steam and give him part of their rations. He needs it more.

Yandere, who begins to control the supply of energon, all energy expenditures, excessive feasts, and medical expenses that can wait, and cuts them back. They optimize everything so well that the mech is one of the first to receive the coveted cubes of blue/pink liquid in their servos.

The reader, next to whom Astrotrain feels his irritation finally recede. Without whom he feels emptiness in his frame, not from hunger, or rather, not from ordinary. Without whom Astrotrain will survive physically, but will no longer be able to satisfy his moral hunger.

Let's get straight to the point. Imagine you're his mechanic. That would be about as easy a target as Dead End, except he doesn't personally hate you that much. He might even be fond of you because why not? You fix him without being asked, and while annoying, it's also admirable. It's a much more friendly form of teasing than Dead End, who would grumble about this later. At least he doesn't eject you from him on landing like Dead End does... or slam the doors in your face every time, or refuse to open the sliding doors until you politely, sweetly beg him. He doesn't exactly enjoy being a dimensional bus, but if you're inside him, that might lessen his frustration a bit when you sweetly try to ask him into opening a locked door

Maybe he even records those to play when you're not around, to keep his morale up. And since he can't properly frag you anyway, having some kind of distraction while he's alone is better than nothing.

You liked him enough to get close to him, to load up cargo into his hold and hang around to bug him when you were on your break and he wasn't. Why he tolerated you anymore was still a mystery, considering the first time you met, he flicked you out of his cargo hold for sticking around too long.

But today was one of those rare days work caught up with you.

His cargo bay wasn't cold, but it wasn't warm either. You crossed your arms behind your knees and curled up to your chest against the two cargo blocks that you’d loaded earlier. Your breath passed your lips, and you had your head tucked against the crook of your arm. Next thing you knew, something shifted beneath you, not gently either. Like the whole shuttle had... sighed?

You cracked one eye open and groaned. “How long was I out?”

“Long enough I considered opening the hatch and letting gravity deal with you.”

Astrotrain’s voice was a low rumble around you, not angry, just gruff in that way he always was. You smiled into the crook of your elbow and stretched like a cat.

“You didn’t, though.”

“Tch.” You could almost hear the eye-roll in his tone. “Lucky for you, someone grounded me for the last hour. Not like I could take off with a meatbag rolling around back here, anyway.”

You sat up, blinking as the shuttle’s walls adjusted to a brighter glow. You’d tucked yourself near a wall panel between two supply crates. Apparently, he hadn’t even bothered to move you.

“How long have I been out?” You asked, brushing the sleep from your face.

“Seventy-three minutes.”

You froze. “Oh. Wow. That’s… a full nap.”

“An unplanned one.”

He sounded irritated. But you knew better by now.

“You could’ve woken me,” you said toward the speaker grid where his voice always seemed loudest.

“Could’ve,” he said. “Didn’t.”

Your smile widened. “You were worried about me.”

“Its hard to worry about someone who drools on the cargo bay floor.”

You gasped in mock offense, swiping at your mouth just in case. “I do not-! Wait, do I?”

A low, amused grumble rumbled through the shuttle’s walls. “Relax. You didn’t. Would’ve dumped you if you had.”

The fondness in his voice made your chest warm. Astrotrain wasn’t exactly known for being cuddly. But you’d flown with him enough times to recognize the version of softness he gave. Fewer pet names, more dry sarcasm. Less gentle pats, more not-yeeting-you-out-of-his-cockpit-when-you-crash-on-his-floor.

Still half-drowsy, you leaned back against the wall with a sleepy sigh. “Five more minutes?”

There was a long pause.

“You’re pushing it.”

“Pretty please?”

Another pause. Then, that same quiet mechanical exhale.

“Five. But if someone walks in and thinks I’ve turned into a taxi service, I’m blaming you.”

You closed your eyes again and grinned. “Deal.”

The lights dimmed slightly, just enough to take the edge off the ceiling glare. The floor beneath you warmed again. Somewhere in the shuttle walls, you felt the faint hiss of a vent shifting to gently circulate air your way.

He wasn’t going to say it.

But you knew.

Earlier...

Astrotrain noticed your silence first. Then the stillness.

At first, he thought maybe you’d passed out from overexertion, humans had a habit of pushing themselves far past their limits. He scanned your vitals through his internal monitors. Heart rate steady. Breathing shallow, but calm.

Asleep.

He stared at you, or rather, stared at the console feed that showed you curled up between two crates in his cargo hold, like some stray cat who’d wandered in and made itself at home.

He should’ve kicked you out.

Should’ve called someone to come collect you.

Should’ve at least flicked the vent system on full blast just to watch you squirm awake.

But instead, he dialed the lights down.

Turned the internal engine hum low.

And locked the outer doors.

You weren’t even wearing full gear, just that beat-up vest and those patchy pants with a tool belt that jangled when you walked. You’d collapsed like someone whose limbs didn’t belong to them anymore, knocked out cold without even asking if it was okay to nap on his floor like he was some kind of mobile hotel.

Astrotrain scoffed under his breath. “Unbelievable.”

And yet... he didn’t move.

Didn’t transform.

Didn’t say a word to disturb you.

Instead, he stood guard. Watched as you shifted once in your sleep and curled in tighter. Watched the little furrow in your brow slowly melt away. Not because he cared (he didn’t, okay?) -but because someone ought to, and the others were off doing who-knows-what.

That didn’t leave a lot of options.

By the time the console blipped a 60-minute timer, he sighed and muttered, “You drool on my floor and we’re gonna have words.”

And despite all his quiet grumbling, he relaxed slightly, making sure you were warm, undisturbed, and cocooned in the dim light of the bay. He didn't like the idea of you waking up startled right now any more than he liked the idea of you drooling on him. Such a shame…