#autobot reader

Team Prime was currently down in an deep energon cave that Wheeljack had found while coming back to Jasper. It was enough energon to last a whole year the best part was there as no cons. None at all.

"Gotta hand it to you Jacky! This cave is awesome!" Bulkhead exclaimed as he punched Wheeljack on the arm.

"I'm gonna actually agree with Bulk on this one," Arcee commented. “It’s a nice find, how many cons did you have to take out when you found it?”

“None at all, to bad though, I was looking forward to kicking a bunch of scarps today too, but this place was a score for real.”

“This could last us like a whole year! Right?” Smokescreen says while tapping the walls of the cave. In which Bumblebee chirped excitedly while nodding his helm.

Optimus stood next to Ultra Magus still scanning the cave some more. He was proud of Wheeljack about finding the cave, but given everything that they’ve all been through lately in past missions, he was slightly hesitant. Ultra Magus raised his optics looking at the Prime.

“Is something troubling you sir?”

Optimus hummed, “No, but you can never be to careful.” Optimus raised his voice so everyone could hear him, “Let’s quickly grab as much energon as we can and head back to base, Wheeljack excellent work, I gave you my thanks.”

Wheeljack nods, giving Bulkhead a smug look. “No problem boss, just doing my job.”

With that everyone spilt into two or three groups grabbing energon and filling up carts and putting it on Wheeljack’s ship.

Smokescreen, Bumblebee and Arcee walked further into the cave finding the mother load of energon.

“Come on Smokescreen, we have way more than enough,” Arcee says signaling them that it’s time to go back.

“Aw come on, we gotta get a little bit more! You never know maybe the cons might find this place and we’ll never get it back again,” Smokescreen replied back still grabbing more energon.

Arcee sighed, “I understand your concerns, I do, but we've gone far enough into this cave, and I don't like staying in caves for any longer than necessary.”

“But, the more the merrier." Smokescreen objected.

"We have enough," Arcee responded.

Bumblebee attempted to intervene, but the two-wheeler refused. Acree rolled her optics turning around, "Do what you want then."

Smokescreen chuckled and huffed, "Fine by me-“

Bumblebee beeped questioning Smokescreen sudden demeanor change, Smokescreen switched his servo’s into guns pointing in the direction of the energon. Arcee did the same unsure of what was going on.

“I heard something….” Smokescreen finally said after a few seconds of unmoving. Stepping closer Smokescreen became to see a metallic chest plate, he then stepped a bit closer and was lunged at. Stumbling back Smokescreen fired a shot missing his attacker who managed to get on top of him.

“What the-“ Arcee and Bumblebee pointed their guns at the thing. It was a cybertronion animal. But it was a predacon, since a predacon wouldn’t have given Smokescreen the chance to get that close since they’re territorial when it came to energon.

Arcee fired a shot at it and hit it on its sides. It whimpered and shook its helm trying to get up but struggled, letting out a sharp yelp in doing so. Acree stared at it feeling a bit uneasy for having to shoot it. But it was either them or it.

“What the heck is that thing?!” Smokescreen stammered while trying to get back in his feet. His spark pounded against his chest plate looking to see what almost un-alived him.

“Looks like it’s from our planet…” Arcee said hesitantly still trying to examine it.

“Should we call Optimus?” Smokescreen asked.

“Yeah…” Arcee nods while looking at Bumblebee.

After ending the com link Smokescreen huffed, “Maybe shooting it wasn’t the idea…”

“It was you or them,” Arcee huffs as well.

“Arcee?”

Optimus voice echoed through the cave as he came closer to the three, Bumblebee waved him over and pointed at the creature that attacked Smokescreen.

Optimus and Ultra Magnus came closer, inspecting the creature as it whines losing its own energon, Optimus leaned down examining it some more. His optics went wide seeing the creature up closer.

Bumblebee chirped and beeped in confusion while Smokescreen began to start asking questions.

“Do you recognize that thing Optimus?”

“This is a cybertronion hound, only used by Cybertions bounty hunters.”

“Bounty hunters?!” Smokescreen and Bumblebee said beeped at the same time then both looked at Arcee. Arcee’s optics went wide, “Your telling me that belongs to a bounty hunter….”

Optimus turned to look back at the three younger bots with concerns, before noticing a reflection within the energon that captured his attention. He stood up and turned switching his servo to a gun, “Show yourself.”

Optimus narrowed his optics seeing a figure step into his view, his spark rate began to rise at the sight of… you.

You stood there narrowing your own optics at the Prime in front of you, you scoffed in realization.

It was the autobots. And their leader Optimus Prime.

You took aim at his head, glaring at the bot with anger as you fired. Your shot missed as Optimus dodged with precision, his optics meeting yours with a mix of no fear and hesitation.

“Waste of scrap and metal,” you grumbled.

“We mean you no harm,” Optimus says. “My apologies for your friend.”

"My apologies for your friend," he added, acknowledging the unintended consequence of the battle.

The others raised their weapons, with Arcee aiming hers at your hound. Optimus held his servos up, signaling the others to stand down, they all lowered the guns hesitantly with Ultra Magus speaking up. “Is this wise Optimus?”

“I agree with him with on this one sir,” Arcee says. “Bounty hunters hunt. She coukd be working for the cons.”

You rolled your optics, “Autobots, Decepticons, is that all you talk about? I should rip your sparks out and feed it to my hounds.”

“Hounds?” Smokescreen’s optics widened. Hearing growls coming from around them, four more hounds larger the injured one stepped around the rocks of the caves.

“Scrap…” he muttered softly, sensing the tension escalating around them.

“Forgive them, I shall take the blame for their consequence,” Optimus began to kneel down. “Whatever you must do, let me receive it.”

Your largest hound, bristling with protectiveness, snarled as it positioned itself between you and Optimus, a silent but clear warning. The air crackled with tension your other hound gently lifted your injured companion onto its back, carrying it towards you.

You optics shifted towards your smaller hound, scanning over their injures, your spark could rest easy, the femme bot was a crappy shot, missed your hounds vital areas completely.

Steeling yourself, you closed the distance to Optimus, your optics locked onto his with a mix of defiance, grief, and determination. Switching your servo back to your gun, you aimed it squarely at Optimus’s head, the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders. Arcee’s optics narrowed, sensing the gravity of your demand, while the other Autobots stood tense and watchful.

“Fix him,” you demanded with a low tone, switching your gun back to your servo.

Optimus lifted his helm, meeting your gaze with a steady resolve in his own optics. As you took a step back, allowing him to rise to his full height.

He plunges himself deeply inside you, over and over, staggeringly fast and passionately merciless. He wears a cocky smirk and his red optics blaze at your submissive gestures, his sharp digits clutched tightly around your hips as they writhe against his ravenous energy.

You, an Autobot spy, had been sneaking around within their ship on a mission to gather intel on their future plans. It wasn’t the first time you’d snuck in, but tonight was the first when you purposely allowed yourself to "get caught" by him. In the confines of his quarters, greetings and talks regarding where you both currently stood were brief, just enough to bring you two to this… particular culmination.

Though you wear the insignia, your secret attraction to the Decepticons’ air commander threatened your stance in this war. That and the clear sign that for a really long time, the Autobots were getting nowhere; their battle losses a majority in comparison to the Cons, and honestly, you've been beginning to think that maybe their means of obtaining peace is the way, that your methods of securing certain objectives align more fittingly with your adversaries than the faction you’ve been with since the start. You’ve been harboring this strong feeling becoming in your spark that perhaps your true place is with the Decepticons. You were being drawn to them and especially to him. As startling as it was to realize your feelings for him, your initial denial lasted very shortly. There are qualities about him that charm you — you also considered him very handsome — and you were genuinely not abashed in thinking of him the way that you do. Every thought and feeling that you felt… it all just felt right.

Your moan crescendos until he cuts you off promptly with an enrapturing kiss, feeling his avid smile mesh against your dermas as he careers his spike continually into your pulsating valve. His servos slide downward to squeeze your thighs and hold them wide, glossa entangling deliciously with yours.

Long prior to this time, you found out that he too felt mutual about you, given the number of times you both caught each other’s gaze across the battleground to some swift one-on-one interactions with each other. A nice balance of the verbal and physical engagements, as well as passing smiles to each other from afar whenever possible. Fortunately, somehow, no one from either side had noticed anything between you two, and it was going to stay that way for just a little longer.

He refrains from the temptation to whisk out a highly charged moan from you, slowing down momentarily to purr into your audial instead. “My dear, you’ll make a model Decepticon here, and imagine what we will accomplish…” He suddenly thrusts hard to make you yelp, influencing him to press a few quick kisses to your cheek before he leans seductively close once more. "At long last, we are together."

Your optics roll back as one corner of your dermas curl upward, slightly baring your dentas as another lovely sound yields from your intake, just before you are taken by his hungry lips again. Even before this point, just preceding your latest infiltration, you've already cemented your decision that you no longer care to return to the Autobots. Not tonight. Not ever.

The overload was near, and seconds before it would occur, you pleaded for him to make you his, followed by a flurry of desirous cries, grunts, and repetitions of “yes!”

Soundwave

Soundwave is a very logical and goal orientated bot, it doesn't even really occur to him that he isn't good

After all, his goal in achieving robots and mechanical beings as the rulers not the workers is going to benefit all kind of mechanical life

So he really has no problem with you per se, but with the cause you align yourself

It's really a shame as well, you would be such a good ally

even if you don't end up becoming a Decepticon, as long as you don't hinder his plans too badly he can accept you as someone who will see reason when the time arrives

With your kind attitude, he knows you will get used to it, when the time arrives, and then you can maybe become even more than friends

A thing that he especially loves your sweet and caring behaviour towards his cassettes

He cares deeply for them, so to have you treat them so gently makes his feelings go wild

Blitzwing

Blitzwing is a rather loyal bot, so he doesn't like you insisting he's actually good deep down

Icy simply ignores your insistences and tries to correct you, even if he pulls his punches in a way he would never admit

Hothead on the other hand sees your kind behaviour as a personal insult

Are you saying he's not a real strong warrior, going so soft on him?

Not on his watch, he almost always insists on fighting you when the opportunity comes up

Random thinks your sweet personality is cute and aggravating at the same time

He wants you to keep going and at the same time to stop, he'll egg you on and in the same breath lean into your words giving you a bit of hope of getting through to him

It's a slow fall, but when he realises his three personalities go about winning you over differently

Icy cuts back on the physical fighting and engages you in verbal fights that are far more attempts to show you he can be what you think he could be

Hothead doesn't change too much, he's not one for too soft feelings and attempts to show you that he could protect your sweet nature easily

He does also love to give you words of affection, where Icy prefers gifts

Random loves to spend time with you no matter in what way, as long as you're close and having fun

Though his fun is relative, he does attempt to make it fun for both of you

Lugnut

Your chances of actually winning Lugnut over are very low

He is a warrior and not necessarily the smartest, but he is loyal as all hells come

There is a use in bots that have a talent with words that he can acknowledge

But there is already one bot whose words have pulled him into an orbit

He might develop some kind of crush on you, due to your kind side, but unless you change to the Decepticons he will most likely never act on it

But sometimes he likes to think of you, not as an Autobot, but a Decepticon like him and imagine what it could be like

Those times are very rare, however

Shockwave

Shockwave is at the same level of loyalty as Lugnut and there is very little that could make the Decepticon reconsider his opinion

He thinks it's rather cute how you attempt to convince him that he isn't actually that bad and good deep down

During his time as Longarm Prime, he had seen your kind behaviour directed towards many bots for various reasons

It's a no-brainer that he took advantage of that several times

But still, even as useless as your endeavour is, he can't deny that you're cute

Maybe, just maybe, he should get himself a little souvenir from Cybertron

Surely Megatron wouldn't mind his spy indulging himself with a cute little prisoner

He'll show you how wrong you are with your opinion, but don't worry, he'll give you a very long time to attempt to change his mind

Depending on how forceful you behave, you'll stay with the Decepticons for a very long while, or he'll set you free, because he grows too fond of you

Starscream

He will deny having any good in him vehemently

The moment you start to talk, he'll talk over you and don't you even think of speaking over him

That's actually the first thing he really notices

Sure, he knows you exist, but he only starts paying attention after he notices that you actually let him do his speeches and listen as well

It's surprising

He pays more attention, and he can't help, but be very pleased by the attention you give him, no matter if it is to convince him he's actually good or some bullshit

At first, he only uses you to stroke his own ego

But as time goes by he starts to really care for your validation

He'll search you out in fights and outside of fights

Megatron

Making sure your attention continues to stay on him at all times, no matter what

You don't stand out to him at first, and it is unlikely that he will notice you in a broader setting

But when it comes to a one on one meeting things change

You're so small in comparison to him, most Autobots are, and usually he doesn't care much for it beyond battle advantage

He brushes your words off at first

From his point of view, he is the good guy

But as you keep running into each other, he can't help but note that you seem far more innocent than even your fellow Autobots

You try to see the good in every thing and every one, and you help where you can

It's hard to imagine a bot like you being a product of an Autobot lead Cybertron

He is impressed that you have not yet consumed the propaganda every Autobot seems to believe and hopes that it will stay the case for longer

Once he notices that he is growing fond of you, he reverses your situations

Where you have tried to appeal to him before and bring out his good side, he now attempts to appeal to you and win you over to the Decepticons

“Sam…” you spoke up, watching the boy pace back and forth, his steps erratic and his breathing heavy.

“There’s nothing you could’ve done,” your optics softened as you kneeled down beside him, your servos gently resting on his shoulder.

Sam looked up at you; you could see the tears in his eyes streaming down his face. His skin was dirty, smudged with grime, and his clothes were partly torn.

“I don’t know what to do…” His voice was shaky, filled with despair.

“We stick together, Sam,” you nodded, offering a reassuring smile on your face plate.

Hearing more footsteps, you lifted your helm, seeing Bumblebee back with the twins, Skids and Mudflap, who were bantering as usual.

“Welp, no punk-ass cons followed us, so we all good,” Mudflap said, a hint of bravado in his tone.

“Good,” you hummed, feeling a slight sense of relief.

“Sam— you okay?” Bumblebee said through the radio. Sam sniffled and wiped his face with the back of his hand, trying to compose himself. “Yeah… I’m okay, Bee. Just… overwhelmed.”

Bumblebee stepped closer, his optics softening. “We’re here for you, Sam. We’ll get through this together.”

You stood back up, placing your servo on your hip, hearing Sam’s friend Leo walking over to you all in a panicked frenzy.

“Literally, I can’t believe this—this shit is insane!” Leo exclaimed, his voice cracking with fear.

“Ah, here his punk ass go again,” Skidz groaned. “Fucking pussy.”

“Hey, hey! I shouldn’t be here—literally should not be here right now, man! I can just go back and tell them I had nothing to do with it because technically I didn’t—Simplemente corrí hacia donde tú corrías. Esto no tiene nada que ver conmigo, soy inocente!” Leo rambled, his words spilling out faster and faster.

Switching your servo to a gun, you commanded, “Shut it.”

Leo’s eyes widened as he put his hands in the air, shouting, “Woah woah woah! Don’t shoot! I’m just saying—this isn’t my fight! I’m not cut out for this! I can’t handle this kind of pressure! And you—oh my god, you were a Decepticon! How do we know we can trust you? How do I know you won’t just turn on us? This is crazy!”

Bee quickly stepped in front of you, waving your gun away from Leo’s direction. “No need for that, let’s stay calm,” he urged.

“Oh oh, you done pissed off one of the old ones,” Skid began to holler. “Nah uh, imma stay right here.

“Old one? What do you mean old! You’re a bad one—MAN! What the fuck—” Leo stammered, “I can’t do this! I can’t do this shit! I don’t want to die! I have a life, I have plans, I have—And now we have a former Decepticon on our side? How is this supposed to make me feel safe?”

Sam cussed to himself as he shoved Leo back slightly. “She was one. Was! Keyword, remember that, alright?” Sam looked up at you his eyes giving a pleading stare. “N/N, please—”

“Sorry,” you said, switching back to your servo. “Old habit.”

“That’s that Megatron training right there,” Mudflap joked.”

“Mhm, from Destiny’s Child to Beyoncé, she’s glowin’ now, look at her,” Skid laughed, nudging Mudflap.

“You two— fucking shitheads think this is funny?” Leo snapped at the twins.

Leo, still catching his breath and visibly trembling. “This is all just too much. I mean, how are we supposed to trust her? What if she goes back to the Decepticons? What if—”

Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Shut up! Jesus! We fugitives! We’re ALL fugitives— doesn’t matter anymore. Shit is gonna happen, more shit is gonna get ugly! You wanted to be apart of it now you’re in the middle of it.”

Mudflap chuckled. “Well at least we look good.”

“Right, cause we sexier than a mother fucka,” Skidz said nodding his helm. “Got shit twisted, we gonna come out looking like hero’s. Leo’s gonna come out with no clothes and a thong.”

“I can fucking hear you two!” Leo shouted.

You walked away towards Mikaela, who was sitting by a fire. Transforming into your vehicle mode, you opened your door. “It’s a lot warmer in here,” you said, using the radio to communicate with her.

Mikaela looked up, her eyes reflecting the flickering flames, and gave a small smile. “Thanks,” she said, standing up and walking over to you. She slipped into the passenger seat, closing the door behind her.

Settling into your warm interior, Mikaela sighed in relief. “This is much better,” she admitted, rubbing her hands together to warm them up.

You adjusted your internal temperature to make her more comfortable. “I know it’s been a rough day, but we’re all here for each other,” you said through the radio.

Mikaela nodded, her expression softening. “Yeah, I know. It’s just… a lot to take in. Y/N….?”

“Yes?”

“What’s gonna happen to us?”

“…get some sleep Mikaela.”

. . .

You felt a tap on your hood, waking up from your recharge. You slowly scanned the area, picking up Mikaela’s body near Sam on a broken couch. Transforming into your alt mode, your optics opened and adjusted, seeing Bumblebee standing near you.

He tilted his helm, swaying his servo for you to follow him. You followed him a little ways out, not too far where you couldn’t see the fire.

“What is it, Bee?” you asked him. “Everything okay?”

“Losing… Optimus made me think about losing Sam and you… I can’t lose you,” Bumblebee said, looking at you intently.

“Bumblebee,” you chuckled shyly. “What are you saying right now?”

“You and I—have more chemistry than I thought. I love you, Y/N, more than the world could ever know,” Bumblebee said, stuttering slightly with his voice box.

Your optics widened in surprise, the sincerity in his words and the vulnerability in his stance taking you a little aback. “Bee, you and I we—“

Bumblebee took a step closer, his servos gently reaching out to you. “I’ve felt this way for a while. I just never found the right moment to tell you. But with everything going on….”

You processed his words, feeling a mix of emotions. “I love you too. Always felt it in my spark.”

A relieved, happy sound emanated from Bumblebee. “You do?”

“Yes, I do,” you admitted, stepping closer and placing your servo on his. Bumblebee brought you closer, his helm touching yours gently. You hummed, closing your optics. “Even with a con, you still want this?”

“More than anything,” Bumblebee replied, his voice steady and full of conviction.

“Wait wait let me get this straight…her and him are like a thing? Romantically?” Izabella asked looking between the two bots as they conversed in whatever conversation they were having from outside Cade’s trailer.

Cade chuckled while sitting back on his couch with a beer in his hand,.“I guess you could say that… hey between you and me, Bee’s had a school girl crush on Y/N for years.”

Izabella snickers, “Really?”

“Psh trust me it was obvious.”

“It’s sweet,” Izabella says looking back at the two through the window. “It’s nice that they lasted this long together.”

“It’s embarrassing that’s what, don’t let that face fool you, Y/N was dense as a rock, she’s an ass kicker I’ll tell you that though, nothing gets past her.”

“So she’s tough shit huh,” Izabella hums in admiration. “I bet she keeps your ass in check.”

“You have no idea, hey kid come on lemme show you something,” Cade says, taking a final sip of his beer and placing it on the table before getting up.

The two head outside when a slightly large spaceship comes down hovering above the junkyard. Cade groans realizing that it was Daytrader’s ship. “I hope your fat ass has something good this time cause I’m tired of your shit man.”

Daytrader put his servo in his chest plate, “Okay ouch words hurt Cade.”

Drift rolled his optics walking towards Daytrader pointing his sword at him, “Have you found our ship yet? Or are you still twisting on helms with your everlasting nonsense?”

“What the hell, I barely understand what’s coming out of your mouth,” Daytrader says, trying to avoid the tip of Drift's blade while dropping the stuff in his back in the process.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you scoffed, crossing your arms as Daytrader made his way over to Cade.

His helm turned in your direction and a cheesy grin made way in his face, “Heyyy Y/N how’s it been? Still hanging with these guys, eh?”

“Do you have our ship?” You ask, narrowing your optics at the greasy mech not too far from you.

“Well not exactly but I did manage to find this.“

Daytrader dropped a head in front of Cade,

“Check out Starscream’s head, found it in Buffalo.”

You rolled your optics as you went forward to grab the head that Cade pushed off to the side, you picked the head up and examined it carefully.

It brought you back memories, memories not of war but of peace, where Starscream was not your enemy. But your friend. A friend that betrayed you in those beginning moments of the war.

“You alright N/N?” Hound asked.

Cade turned his head looking upwards at you, he could see the look on your face plate that showed your processing thoughts as you held Starscream's head in your servos. Cade never asked much about your past; he only learned things about you through observation and from the other autobots.

But he knew when you were stressed. He turned his head towards Daytrader who was just now at this point arguing with Drift and Hound.

“Check it out, new voice box for Bee,” Daytrader said, snapping you out of your locked gaze.

“It’s gonna work this time?” Cade asks, grabbing it from him.

“Oh yeah, that will do the trick,” Daytrader nods.

“Hear that Bee you’re gonna talk!”

Bumblebee began to play ‘You couldn't touch this’ through his radio and began to dance. You looked at him and couldn’t help but laugh. Bumblebee outstretched his servo to you, giving him a skeptical look. You took it and he spun you around and left you slightly startled.

You glanced down at Izabella coming around the corner, you greeted her with a nod of your helm acknowledging her presence. She smiled at you and walked towards you, you placed your servo down letting her climb on before lifting her up and placing her on your shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” You asked the human girl.

Pointing at Starscream's head, “Isn’t that the decepticon from the battle of Chicago?”

You hum, “Yes he was, he was an old friend of mine before the war.”

“Really?”

You nod, “Unfortunately, Megatron’s influence was quite strong; it won over Starscream’s in an instant… at least he’s with the Allspark now…”

“Aye don’t fret too much hun, I’m sure Starscream is looking up at ya,” Crosshairs said.

“Up?” Izabella questioned.

“Don’t worry about it too much sweetheart you’ll hurt yourself,” Crosshairs replied with a chuckle.

“Don’t listen to him,” you rolled your optics. “He’s a pain in the aft.”

“Aww, come on, without me who’d you stick with?”

“Bumblebee for starters.” You motioned towards your dancing partner.

Crosshairs rolled his optics and laughed, “The yellow bugger ain’t nothing special.

You gave him a questionable look before, “He helped me survive. That’s special enough for me.”

Bumblebee beeped at you walking up to you. He played a romantic you couldn’t understand but it made you smile at him.

Izabella smiled in awe. “How’d you guys end up together?”

Bumblebee played a string of audios through the radio, “Many times, she understood when Cybertron almost engulfed Earth.”

You nodded while placing Starscream's head on the ground. “In my defense, I didn’t understand the first couple of times he was trying to tell me.”

“Because of his voice box?” Izabella questioned.

“No, I didn’t understand the context of his confessions.”

Bumblebee whirled away from you in disbelief. He held his servo over his chest while shaking his helm. You chuckled, “I apologize Bee, but it was difficult.”

Izabella started to laugh loudly watching Bumblebee trying to explain his actions to you. Cade came from around the back and chuckled, “Bee after all that, you got love buddy that’s all that matters. You can be happy knowing nobody’s ever gonna call Crosshairs special the way Y/N just did for you.”