#lugnut x reader

Starscream: Does he have a type? Yeah. . . yeah he does. . . Large, strong, and aggressive. But at least you know when to stop the violence, and the gentleness you offer him makes the current explosions and destruction all the more thrilling, all the more exotic. Oh, and he wants to remember to ask: “Wanna overthrow my boss together, baby?”

Blitzwing: He can’t settle on a personality. Not that that would matter too much, since even Icy is having a hard time keeping his cool. He’s blushing and stutters when he tries to speak. Hothead hollers encouragement and starts smashing everything closest to him; this is an ideal date night for him. Random is. . . well let’s just say drooling. Like, a lot. Blitzwing just can’t get enough of you, and the energon splattering your frame is the perfect shade to complement your paint.

Lugnut: He may believe that no one is greater than Lord Megatron, but --by Unicron-- you come close. So close even a hawk couldn’t see the gap bc it’s so small. He wants to devote his entire existence to you if Megatron ever leaves the picture. 

Soundwave: Surely there’s a less messy way to dispatch an Autobot? Do you really have to rip their sparks out with your bare servos? He is marginally concerned because he has seen the toll that violence like this takes on a bot’s mind. But he’s also supportive if it means getting home earlier than planned. He will 100% help scrub you clean when you get back to base. And maybe check in on how you’re feeling. 

Shockwave: After so long holding back and hiding among weak, morally suffocating Autobots, he couldn’t be happier. It’s like you’re putting on a show just for him and it’s getting him all worked up. He wants you to use some of that violence on him once you’re done slaughtering the autobots.  

“Lugnut, liebe, wake up…” Blitzwing cups the bigger bot’s face with one servo, you can feel a servo against your faceplates, too. You open your optics and Blitzwing whispers to you, “Good morning mein liebe.” Lugnut grumbles and opens his optic, wrapping his arms around the triple changer and effectively immobilizing Blitzwing. “There is energon on the table for you, Y/n. I will try to wake him up a bit more. Go refuel liebe.”

“Thank you Blitzwing.” You clamber up to Lugnut’s lap, nudging your way through his arms to kiss the tan and purple bot on the cheek. He smiles and makes a playful ‘shoo’ motion with his servo.

You laugh and get off the berth, sleepily walking out of the room towards the kitchen. There are two plates full of energon and other treats on the table.

You sit down, contemplating if you should wait for your boyfriends. You hear a ‘thunk’ sound and a loud groan, it makes you laugh and picture a half asleep Lugnut blanketing a very frustrated Hothead.

You pick up the utensil, cutting into the stacked and flat oil cakes, some of the energon syrup sticks to the fork. Some of the, what looks to be crushed up rust sticks, or sprinkles fall off of the bite, but you don’t care. The oil cake is savoy, contrasting the sweet syrup. You hum, happy to finally be fueling up.

“Good morning love!” Random prances to the other side of the table with Lugnut behind him, holding servos and dragging him down onto a chair. “It was a little difficult but I got him up.”

“Sure you did.” Lugnut mumbles, making you giggle. Blitzwing sits, fidgeting in the seat.

“Enjoying your fuel?” You nod, taking another bite. Blitzwing’s faceplates spin to display Icy, he looks a bit concerned. “Anything sore?” You shake your helm no. “That’s good.”

Professor Sumdac, his daughter Sari, and the Autobots watched you in one of Sumdac Industries’ observation rooms as you tore the plating clean off an attack drone and threw it hard enough at another to take its head off. Bulkhead and Ratchet blanched at the scene, Prowl raised an eyebrow-plate, Sari and Bumblebee watched in awe, and as usual Optimus asked the important questions.

“Are you sure the strength serum was a good idea?” He addressed Professor Sumdac. “Doesn’t it make (Y/N) a danger? What if (s)he gets hurt or worse hurts someone else?”

“Good idea or not, I fear it is too late. The serum is irreversible Mr Prime. Nothing to do now but wait and see what happens, but what’s the worst that could happen?” Sumdac shrugged nonchalantly.

Optimus was sceptical about that, he’d seen far too many of Sumdac’s experiments go wrong to feel at ease with this, especially since the serum hadn’t been ready for human testing; you’d been administered it by accident when Sari gave you the wrong drink, though why the serum was in a soda can in the first place was a mystery.

Sumdac went to an intercom panel at the side of the room, his voice echoed through your test chamber, “You are free to come out now (Y/N), we’ve seen all we need.”

You gave an energetic thumbs up to the double-sided glass, leaving the trail of destruction behind you as you headed for the door, accidentally crashing through it instead.

“Oops, sorry Professor Sumdac,” You grinned sheepishly, taking your usual place by Sari’s side.

“Not to worry my dear, you don’t know your own strength yet, I’m sure.”

“How do you feel, (Y/N)?” Optimus asked.

“Good, like super good. Powerful. I mean, this is insane right, did you see what I can do?!”

“It’s cool Prime,” Sari added. “(Y/N) is extra awesome now. Hey dad, can I get some of that serum too?”

Professor Sumdac shook his head, “No, no Sari my dear, you’ve got to be careful.”

Sari’s shoulders sagged as she was once again treated like an infant, “Ugh… guess I’ll just have to make my own fun. You coming, (Y/N)?”

You checked your phone for the time, “Uh… Maybe tomorrow, I should go home now, it’s getting late. May I be excused Professor Sumdac?”

Sumdac nodded and you were left to go about your merry way, crushing the handle of the next door you attempted to exit.

“Hey, be careful on the way home,” Optimus called after you, “and make sure you don’t hurt yourself or anyone else.”

Lugnut was furious, though that was not much of a change from usual. He was Megatron’s most loyal Decepticon, not that ingrate Shockwave; how could anyone believe otherwise? He lived to serve the Decepticon cause as Megatron commanded. Of course, there could be no doubt on Lord Megatron’s behalf because he was sure to know of Lugnut’s undying devotion, but the fact that Shockwave had the gall to insult Lugnut’s initiative was outrageous.

While in the base, Shockwave had suggested that Megatron might find Lugnut useful if he worked from his own innovation, rather than waiting for an order from his master. Well, Lugnut would show him, he had plenty of initiative. After all, had it not been him who locked onto Lord Megatron’s signal in the first place? Yes, but now he was being doubted. No matter, Lugnut would make sure Shockwave knew who was the better Decepticon before the day ended; all he had to do was come up with a plan.

He soared low over the city of Detroit in his alt-mode, hoping that some idea or other would come to him so he could prove once and for all that he was worth more than Shockwave could ever be. Fortunately, luck was on his side as he saw you, a recognised Autobot ally, traipsing through the city streets alone; a rare sight indeed as you were usually with one of the Autobots or Sari and her infernal key. Lugnut rumbled a hearty laugh, he wasn’t sure what Lord Megatron would do with you, but your capture would be sure to earn him some merit in his master’s optics.

“FOR LORD MEGATRON!” He hollered as he transformed, dropping to the ground and picking you up in a clawed servo.

“HEY!” You screamed in retaliation, processing what had just happened. “LUGNUT?! PUT ME DOWN!”

Lugnut chortled, “YOU ARE COMING WITH ME TO THE SUPERIOR ONE, LORD MEGATRON.”

“I don’t like to be picked up!” You slammed two clenched fists into Lugnut’s servo, making him drop you with a hiss of pain as you dented his living metal slightly.

As you dropped to the ground, smashing the concrete below and coming up unscathed and ready to battle, Lugnut stared at his servo in shock. Surely, it had to be some malfunction on his behalf, for humans were weak and could never damage Cybertronian metal. Coming to his senses, he lunged for you again, roaring angrily when you caught his hand, straining against his equal strength and digging your heels into the pavement to hold steady.

It seemed the two of you were at a stalemate and Lugnut knew it. “HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS HUMAN?!” He demanded.

“I. AM. STRONG.” You grunted, reaching up his forearm slightly to flip him over your shoulder, and creating a small crater where he landed. You thanked the stars that Professor Sumdac had the money to cover all the damage you were doing, otherwise the fight may not have been as much fun; you were also relieved to find that your newly formed body could take punishment as well as give it.

Without wasting any time, you grabbed Lugnut’s foot, pulling it over his body in a way it wasn’t meant to bend until he bellowed once again.

“Tell your Lord Megatron that the Autobot team just got a new player and we’re stronger than ever.”

“RELEASE ME HUMAN OR I’LL-”

You tugged harder, “MY NAME IS (Y/N)! Do well to remember it, ‘cos it’s gonna be me kicking your aft from now on. Now, get out of my city!” You got off him, using his foot to spin him around until there was enough momentum to throw him high into the evening sky.

Lugnut recovered quickly, transforming into his alt-mode and flying off. Had he of wanted to, he could have gone back for round two, which he was sure he could win now that he knew the extent of your strength, but Lugnut found that he didn’t want to turn back because something disturbed him deep in his processor. Organics were pathetic, disgusting creatures, not worth the space they took-up. Lugnut kept reminding himself of that, but it wasn’t enough to stop his spark from jumping erratically because finally, there was someone as strong as he; yes, it was a human, but to find one’s match was quite exhilarating.

Lugnut didn’t return straight to the Decepticon base. How could he after feeling something… positive towards a human? He wouldn’t return to his Lord Megatron until his mind was fully cleansed of these thoughts of you. Primus, how long would that take?