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I'm normally not big on babies, however, i can't help but melt at the thought of these tough, war torn bots cooing and playing with the little uns.
Optimus is usually a busy mech, always at the ready should someone need him. Though it's tough for this soft giant to peel himself away from the cooing baby in their playpen; call it whatever you want but it makes his coding purr happily whenever the baby squeals joyfully when he comes into sight.
"Have you been good for your parent?"
Cue baby babbles.
"So I heard."
He's always got that baby to sleep easily. Nobody knows how he does it, but the parent appreciate it all the same.
Ratchet no matter how many times he tried to deny it. His day and others in the medbay brightens up when the liaison swings by with their bundle of joy. It took so much to keep himself from cooing when the liaison points at him "Who's that, huh? Is thhaaatt Ratchet? Wanna say hi hi?"
His spark clenches when the baby cries after getting their updated shots. He may be a grouchy grump, but he never liked hearing little uns cry so he may or may not have played peek a boo which made that smile come back quickly.
No, First Aid, he does not have a clue what you are talking about. If he finds out this gets out, he will skewer your lines.
Drift and Rodimus always seem to find their way to get some playtime in with the youngest crew member. Drift definitely felt himself ascend to some place cause the little gummy smile with the two teeth peeking out up at him had him dying and crying.
"They're so cute," he sobbed, "how do you do it?"
"Oh trust me, It takes a lot to keep myself from kissing their cheeks aggressively at bay."
Rodimus making funny faces or tickling them always makes his day. He definitely ranked them to the "most official cutest baby around".
No, Rodimus, you cannot throw them in the air.
Bumblebee is always so good with kids, but imagine his surprise when they start picking themselves up. He had to drop everything, lower to his knees and watched in awe as they started slowly and stumble their way over to him on their feet.
Frag it! He should have a camera! This is important! He cheers when they collapse in his servos, door wings fluttering while quickly comm'ing their parent.
Jazz is another mech who got a soothing presence. He always entertain the baby babbles, humming them to sleep, etc. He's the most relax and easy going that you could call them buddies since the baby is always wanting JUST him if Optimus is not there at the base.
He always laugh when they squeal happily at the sight of him. Taking them into his arms and going on a "lil ride" around the base.
Ironhide. Ohhhh, he was a sucker immediately. He can hide it under all that grouch like Ratchet, but the little tiny hands on his while holding their bottle made him vent. His optics are staring fondly as sleepy, dropping eyes stared back.
Don't tell him about the fact when you press your thumb against their foot their toes curl. Almost to mimic as if they're curling their hands around your finger.
Human! darling having to deal with yandere Lost Light crew shenanigans.
"So, I downloaded Sims onto my heavily monitored computer and now whenever one of them pisses me off I torture them in game. Look Rodimus is having an affair on Ultra Magnus with Megatron."
"Rung is drowning in a pool with no ladder."
"Whirl is a single mother with two babies s(he) keeps neglecting. The grim reaper is knocking at her door."
"Drift is a starving vampire who just got shanked by someone he was trying to feed from."
"Red Alert is a werewolf... for some reason."
"Cyclonus is—doing very well, surprisingly. Let's take all his money away and make him owe a debt to the mob aka the DJD."
"Tailgate is on fire. I can put him out. I will not."
"That—," points on the screen where multiple LL Sims are fighting to the death, "doesn't need to be explained."
"I am so well adjusted. I do not need help whatsoever and these bots aren't driving me fucking insane."
Hello I just wanted to save that I am in LOVE with your Transformers LL x Reader and I was wondering if you can do a part 2? You don't have too but I just wanted to ask :)
I would say that that was one of my favs to read lol
If you want brainstorming ideas, maybe continuation of the reader trying to dodge every single obstacles (Aka the cybertronians), like bc they're small they can hide. Kinda like a twisted game of hide n seek but the like, frfrs
[A/N] Ehehhehe thanksieeees and sorry for the late reply, cause goddamn I got so many things, dooooo!!! Also, I had a (last month) con to attend. I will post my cosplays soon and the pins I gave out.
Yandere Lost Light x Earth Liaison GN Reader
First part heeeereee!!!
The Lost Light was under lockdown, heavy metal footsteps and loud commands muffled and reverbed from the vents you've been hiding in. After the sudden revalation that they all planned to never let you home, you panicked and ran to the nearest vent. It was a matter of time before one of the smaller mechs, or even Skids catches up to you. Time is ticking and every second counts, the longer you are in this ship the harder it is for you to go back home. The home you belong and cherish.
You wished it was a nightmare, a bad dream from drinking a little to much in the rationed alcohol at Swerve's. But the burning sensation of your aching knees and heeving lungs says otherwise.
Your fingers tremble in anxiety as you pull out a hastily and crudely made map, the map you drew doing your free time. You have felt a little blessed by lady luck, maybe those little adventures and scavaging in the vents payed off.
"Shit, okay okay okay. Calm down (Y/N), you got this, we will definitely go home." You gave yourself a peep talk, encouraging yourself that you will prevail and see this through. You looked around, tracing the semi familiar metal walls, trying find even a small distinguishable mark. A difference in the never ending hall of madness, and lady luck has blessed you once more.
The number and a letter was carved by the past you, in a fit of boredom nonetheless. You looked at the map to find the numerical letters and traced to it the potential exits. You looked at your options.
One, you can go to the lab far east, you recognize that it was Perceptor, Nautica, and Brainstorm's area. But you know by the time you get there, they may have set a trap expecting you to be there. You knew that there was a special sleeping gas in the making, that if you even get the chance to grab it while scoring a mask, you can deploy it in the vent fans and let each bots drop dead slumbering to the floor.
Two, you can exit the main lobby in the middle, hotspot. You would be even lucky to land on your in ship motorcycle and drive to the nearest drop pod. But it was too risky, many bots are there, big, small, fast and dangerous. You don't even remember if you parked your motorbike there or if they took it to prevent you from escaping any further.
Three, you can rush down to the control room and put as much chaos as possible with the controls, lock bots out to give you more time to get to the emergency ship.
Or four go the basement where they hold the criminals, letting them all out and cause chaos. You don't wanna let Overlord, Tarn, Getaway and the rest of the criminals and traitors out. You knew that they are oddly touchy and whisper temptations to you, but who knows what'll happen, or if they'll even bother to help you. They'll probably make it worst, and you'd rather not deal with that.
And before you can make you final decisions, you hear heavy footsteps coming closer.
"(Y/N), please luv, we can talk'bout this. We don't want tuh hurt ya, can ya please come out?" Skids calls out gently, trying to lure you closer to him.
Then you hear more footsteps coming from all directions.
"Come'ere squishy-squishy, you don't wanna do this the hard way eeeh? Come to mama." Whirl snickers, you can hear a click of the gun from his direction.
"Whirl! You're gonna make them even more scared!" Tailgate smacks Whirl's leg. "(Y/N), please can you come to us? Cyclonus and I are worried about you."
"(Y/N) dear, Are you lost? Can you follow my voice?" Rung's gentle tone echoes through the vents. "Come now dear, we can process this together. I know you're scared and frightened, but please let me help you."
"(Y/N)! Come on now! You're seriously going to be all skittish after all we've been through?!" Brainstorm exclaims. "Honestly (Y/N) you are quite the daredevil willing to be an experiment even in near death, yet you become soooo scared to be here with us permanently? Ugh you wound me deeply."
Ultra Magnus's voice booms through the walls. "Earth Liaison (Y/N), this is highly unprofessional and dangerous for you to be in the vents, please remain calm and listen to my voice as an exit." Then you hear his heavy armor clang against the floor. "If not, I shall take you in, I removed myself from the armor as it is too large to enter. Please do not be frighten by my alt mode."
"(Y/N), stay there, I've got your ping, everyone their coordinates is updated!" Rodimus voice comes closer. You knew you were fucked and better start running.
Interrupting the story, Drift raises his servo, “Erm, excuse me, but can I go now? Sorry, it’s just that Rodimus is threatening to revoke the reintegration act and have me arrested unless I meet him at the oil reservoir. I mean it’s alright he’s joking…At least I think he’s joking.”
As Drift stands he turns to Ratchet who nods before he can even say anything. With whatever confirmation he was looking for, Drift continues to walk to the door before giving you a look that you can’t quite discern.
“I didn’t even know we had an oil reservoir.”
You have a feeling that it’s important that you finish reading the datapad while you can. You scroll through a couple more files and stop at Logs #72. It’s a short document.
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Cycle 350
Subject seven wakes, too soon to draw data.
Cycle 352
As stated in logs for the subjects of the artifact, subject seven shows much activity within processor scans, but outwardly they show very little motivation. The current conclusion is that there was too much connection to each part of the host’s processor. Not separated enough from memories to reach our goal. Additional consideration on why the subject had only taken parts the frame provided.
Cycle 354
Subject seven continues to accept a miniscule amount of energon. Its optics show defiance and a level of smarts that match the internal scans. Retched little thing. Will need more data to discern the reasons for differences in frame compared to the one given.
Cycle 356
I will be moving all future information concerning subject seven to this personal log. Havoc has begun to doubt me as revelations about subject seven’s frame choice come to light.
Cycle 360
Analysis on subjects 1-6 was difficult, yet thankfully subject seven has preserved them nicely. Confirmation that the frame type changed from what was provided due to age of the species and parts of the processor not being properly separated. The organics here are numerous yet live miniscule lives compared to Cybertronians, it hardly mattered which one we grabbed as any of them would have resulted as a sparkling. The only way to combat this would be to make the subject forget its life in its entirety before transfer. Will update later on how to do that.
Cycle 362
Scans on subject seven’s spark chamber show that although it has been some time, decomposition-
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The room erupts in red blaring alarms and it rips you from your readings. As everyone starts to get up from the table in response to the alert you turn off the datapad and bring it to your chassis.
Once Ratchet stands he makes his way to you and begins to tug on Aquaheap’s datapad. “Battle stations everyone! Skids- can you take Rung back to the medbay?”
“Sure, I just wanna try something first.”
Turning back to you, Ratchet waves a hand to Chromedome to have him come over. “Drift said that this datapad might be the one the two of you were looking for. Apparently the sparkling found it in Rung’s office with Rodimus.”
Uh oh.
Chromedome takes a moment to look at the datapad still in your servos, before turning for the doors. “It very well could be. Do me a favour and hold onto it for now, it has a password so no one should be able to get into it, but keep an optic on it just to be sure.”
Ratchet looks confused, “How could it have a password, the sparkling was drawing on it?”
Chromedome practically spins on his heels to you and there’s a familiar overwhelming uneasiness growing. You’ve been caught. And you haven’t even deleted that much information! As Chromedome begins to tug on the datapad you wail and hold it closer to you. Does it make you look more suspicious? Maybe. But it’s all you can think to do currently.
Hopefully they don’t know the password.
There’s slight movement coming from where Rung and Skids are as you see Rung’s servo twitch while Skids lights up. “Let’s keep Rung and the Bitlet together, he seems to be reacting to them.”
Chromedome finally yanks Aquaheaps datapad from your grip and by the time you swivel your helm to glare at him he places another datapad in your grip. One of his own? “Please don’t mess up anything on this datapad too much, okay Bitty?”
It’s strange how much emotion can come across someone with a visor and face mask. It’s also strange how soft metal can look all of a sudden.
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Closing the doors to the common room, Drift walks over to where Chromedome is sitting. “Sorry it took so long to meet up again.”
“Don’t be, things kinda went to slag after you interrogated Havoc. It happens.”
Venting as he sits down, the cracked datapad Chromedome holds doesn’t escape his view. “...Well. He didn’t tell me anything about Overlord. I think he genuinely didn’t know. He really truly thought that I was there to interrogate him about the sparkling. Still didn’t get much from him. Would only talk about his own involvement, nothing about the Bitlet other than what we already know.”
“He didn’t know much. The datapad that the sparkling found in Rung’s office was the one we were looking for. It confirms his role in this.”
“The password work?”
“Yes, although I came into a second problem after unlocking it.”
“Which is?”
Handing the datapad over to Drift, Chromedome watches as he inputs the password. “There were two separate times where massive amounts of data got deleted. The latter, more recent one was easy to retrieve. Despite all the security to get into it, they didn’t do a very good job of erasing any of the files. They essentially just put them into the trash but didn’t take the trash out.”
“And the former ones?”
“...I’m still working those ones out.”
“What about the ones you could get? What do they say?”
“...Nothing nice.”
Drift opens the datapad and the slight blue that illuminates his face wavers as he reads through the retrieved documents.
“From what I can tell, I’m pretty sure the sparkling is subject seven and the artifact of creation we were looking for is a segment, or a broken part of Solus Prime’s Creation Lathe.”
As he continues scrolling, the slight blue hue changes to something red, before changing back to blue when he scrolls further down.“...So they were human once?”
“Seems that way. I believe this nutjob scientist wanted a new way to make soldiers from scrap once he found that artifact. Unfortunately, it wasn’t in great condition so to help it along he gave it a base to work off of.”
“And they- do they remember this? The bitlet? Why are they a bitlet if they wanted soldiers?”
“That one was still being worked out. Nutjob didn’t know either. But his guess was that the artifact was reading physical ages compared to cybertronian lives.”
“So they are– they were still a sparkling before they got… transferred?”
“I think age greatly differs between our species. I’m not sure.. However I still think that they must’ve been young for the artifact to recognize them as a sparkling… Right?”
“Do they know what even happened to them? I mean- they must’ve woken up one day after practically being tortured only to find themselves in the body of a completely different species? Tha- that planet is secluded! They must’ve been horrified. Might still be horrified! I-”
“I know. It’s a lot and it’s horrible.”
There’s silence in the room as Drift continues to flip through documents and scroll, his face falling anytime red flashes by for a moment. He scrolls from those quite quickly. Chromedome raps his digits against the table before quietly speaking, “..you’re close with … Ratchet.. yes?
“Uhm. A bit. Yes.”
“Can you get them to check out the sparkling’s spark chamber? I think they might’ve put something in there. Read Logs #72 and the last entry in the Earth found artifact over again if you haven't already, they’re concerning.”
Drift puts the datapad down and drags his servo across his faceplates. “How do I even start that conversation?”
“I don’t know. Read through the datapad yourself to get some inspiration on what you can say.”
“Do I tell Ratchet about the datapad? How many do we tell about this?”
“For now… I say we talk to Rodimus and Ultra Magnus but keep it quiet. Maybe Ratchet? He should know in case anything goes wrong. I don’t know how much of the situation the sparkling has actually apprehended, and it would feel… cruel to just… tell everyone.”
Drift opens his subspace to put the datapad in before rising from the table. “We went looking for the leak about Overlord and found makeshift empurata amalgamation scrap instead.”
“... I don’t know, there might still be something here. The sparkling drew many pictures of Overlord despite no mentions of Overlord in any of the recovered files. I’m pretty sure they even drew Tailgate before they even met him.”
“You think they know something?”
“Well. I mean. Is it that crazy? They got their consciousness transferred into another species, and despite that all I read in their behaviour is that they were picky with their energon? They didn’t fight back at all?”
Drift squints at Chromedome, about to argue when Chromedome interrupts him, “Also! When we first met them, they came out pretty quickly! I don’t know about you but even if I was just a sparkling, if more of the species that tortured me and turned me into one of their own came around, I wouldn’t have let myself be cradled in their arms!”
“What are you saying? That they’re damaged?”
“I’m saying that the information still got to the bitlet somehow! Maybe that artifact gave them a little… something? In hindsight, they’re far too comfortable around us and have been giving us… helpful information!”
“Drawings. And are you saying the artifact gave them the ability to read the future?”
“... Maybe not that. But like. Maybe some good intuition? Or something?”
“I think you’re making large leaps from little information.”
“..yeah you’re probably right.”
As Drift turns back around towards the door Chromedome interrupts one last time, “But still how did they know abou-”
Drift doesn’t allow him to finish, “I’m picking up the sparkling now.”
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It’s been a couple days since Aquaheap’s datapad was stolen from you. You’re unsure what to make of the situation since they’ve likely broken into it by now. There’s some anxiety around the situation but you deleted a fair amount of information that included you. That should be enough to throw them off the trail. Right? It’s also been a couple days since the fight at Temptoria and even though there was much chaos, everything went according to the comics without a hitch. Which should be a good thing, since otherwise someone probably would have died.
However you can’t stop the feeling of dread hearing the rumors and stories about what occurred that day since it truly means nothing has changed yet.
Will the doors get put in?
Did they find out what you are? Do you know?
You haven’t gained any credibility as being smart and you can’t even talk, so no one has listened to you at all yet.
Nothing you have done has helped you.
Nothing has changed and you’re getting closer and closer to the day cycle where Overlord escapes and kills R-
“You doin’ okay bitty?” First Aid tilts your helm from where you sit on his lap to look up at him. “Is the movie too much?”
Right. Movie night. Technically, on the cycle and the one after that it was Drift and the Medics turn to take care of you. With both parties terribly busy, it was decided that when the rotation started again the two of them would get half a cycle each before it went back to Rodimus. Since everything had calmed down a touch, Swerve opted for a movie night, which many mechs came to.
You think you saw Fort Max hovering at the door for a moment, but it was hard to tell. You’ve seen Fort Max a handful of times since the incident, and it’s almost hard to remember him as the lunatic who held three hostages at a gunpoint. He looks so pitiful. Tailgate had tried to drag Cyclonus in when he passed by. Which was a fruitless endeavour, as Cyclonus ran almost immediately.
Hound rolls up beside First Aid and speaks very hushed as to not disturb the movie, “If the movie’s too much I can bring ‘em to Drift for you.”
Handing you over to Hound, First Aid returns the hushed tones, “If you’re okay with it, but I don’t know if it’s the movie. It might also be growing pains. Their field just felt off for a moment.”
Growing pains?
Hound holds you close and gently tosses you a couple inches in the air, “Now that you say it, I do think they’ve gotten a tad heavier.”
First Aid nods, “They have! Only by a small amount but it’s still a really good sign. Remember when they got sick?”
“Vaugely.”
“Well, they were running a little hot for a couple of cycles but now they’re at normal temperatures!”
Huh. You hadn’t even noticed that. In fact, when was the last time you noticed the cold?
“We think that getting sick actually gave a big boost for their systems to start growing.”
“Awe, so we’re not going to have an itty bitty for much longer?”
“They might even start talking soon.”
At the last comment, Hound whips his helm to First Aid who just laughs at him. “But they’re so small!”
“They won’t be small for very long Hound!”
Hound begins to look you over with a pout over his features, but you hardly see this as a bad thing. Being bigger and being able to talk? Sounds like a win-win. Only consideration would be to ensure that you act less your age and more with your frame.
Light floods into the room as the doors open which causes a couple mechs to groan at the intrusion. Drift walks in and quietly apologises while looking around for you. First Aid waves him down at the same time that Hound gets up. The two of them meet in the middle and you’re handed over to Drift who instantly starts to lightly tap your shoulder.
“Where’s the stroller?”
“Uhm.. It’s tucked by the door I think. Right.. Uhm. Oh! Right there see?” Hound points to the floor beside the door which has your bassinet and the stroller attachment folded up neatly underneath it. You have no idea how that eyesore managed to elude Drift. It’s dark but it’s still neon!
Drift made quick work at reassembling the stroller and the two of you had left the movie room almost immediately after. A walk with Drift is normally quiet, with the occasional quip or hum in your direction. Honestly, from what you can tell he simply enjoys holding you close. However today he seems to be swinging from especially chatty to complete silence.
How odd. And slightly awkward.
Drift’s habsuite is a tad plain, but that’s not unexpected. He unhooks the bassinet and places you on the floor while he rummages for something on his desk. It’s unusual behaviour, but there’s nothing much you can do except wait and see where this goes. After another moment Drift stills, slumps, and opens his subspace to reveal a datapad.
A datapad with a crack across the screen.
Aquaheap’s datapad.
An overwhelming emotion that you can numbly associate with dread practically drowns you as Drift sits down across from you. He rubs the corner of the datapad and moves his jaw a few times, but ultimately stays quiet. You should’ve never gone for the datapad. You should’ve just let it sit in its original hiding spot and hope for another opportunity. You should have deleted everything while you had the chance instead of wasting your time reading worthless diary entries from a mad scientist.
Slowly Drift begins to talk, “You, on some level, know what this is. Don’t you?” You can’t even bring yourself to look at him. Everyone is going to know now. What's going to happen to you?
You can hear him inch a small bit closer to you across the floor. “Not too long before we found you, someone else did. And they did terrible things to you. Didn’t they?” How many others know? Does Rodimus know? Do they know how old you are? Would they consider you grown up? Will they take you out of this body too?
“I’m so sorry.”
It takes another moment of silence for Drift to inch a bit closer again. “I’m so sorry that this ever happened to you. I don’t know if you remember being.. Human, or what you went through, or if you can even understand what I’m saying, but please know I’m so sorry.” He wouldn’t lead you into a false sense of security, right? After all, he doesn't sound angry. If anything he sounds… Shakey? There's a better word.
He takes a deep vent in and you can lightly hear metal dragging on metal. “If … if you want we could try to find some things that could remind you of home? Maybe...soft things?” He sounds sad.
You take a chance and finally rise from your bassinet to see Drift sitting crisscrossed on the ground with his helm in his servos, “...Soft animals? I.. I think you would like those. From what I’ve seen they’re quite cute.”
The shuffling in your bassinet alerts Drift to look up at you, only to quickly look up the ceiling after making eye contact. “Uhm. I- well. I probably can’t get you any treats that remind you of home. But.. But if you like sweet things I know a couple desserts you could try.” For a moment he lets a dry quick chuckle out, “Would have to get an okay from the medics first though”
You lean forward in your Bassinet to hop out of it and the noise of you falling alerts Drift to rush to grab you. Once he does, you practically fall limp in his hold.
You want to be held.
As you’re kept close to his chassis, Drift silently rocks back and forth while occasionally tapping your shoulder. In patterns of two, you note. The room is otherwise quiet, except for your hiccups.
Boo! Hope you enjoy the much delayed truth being unveiled! There is more to come! Just a heads up, I will be starting to prep for exams and thus won't be writing and uploading as much. So expect some empty weeks in the upcoming month.
Anyways, thanks for reading! I always love hearing your guys' thoughts so if don't be afraid to voice 'em if you got 'em!
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Something just scratches my brain about humans showing their favorite cybertronian/cardbot videos of people doing amazing feats due to adrenaline…
Cause like what do you mean these little fleshy things can lift things 10x their weight simply because of a hormone being released into their body..
I can like, imagine their shock as they watch these videos and their little human buddy explaining the concept of “hysterical strength” to them…
Like, what do you mean your body can override its natural safety mechanisms in order to rush adrenaline through your muscles to give you a burst of superhuman strength..WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN LIFT A CAR??
I just really like the idea of cybertronians/metal card bots being in awe of the feats humans can do while running on adrenaline…okay anyways thank you for coming to my ted talk
Could I request transformers MTMTE x gentle gn!human reader, who very often reminds bots how much they loves them? They constantly says "I love you", "I believe in you", etc💠
☆ Warm Words From a Little Lover — Various MTMTE x Human!Reader ☆
Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
A/N: Features Rodimus Prime, Cyclonus, Ultra Magnus, and Drift
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Rodimus Prime
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Never leaves an "I love you" hanging, if anything he's the type to one-up you with an "I love you more" competition that can last several minutes at minimum
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Outwardly, Rodimus seems to take your praise in stride. It's the same things he hears from others all the time, he's used to being pushed to do his best. But you're merely trying to support him. It takes time before he realizes the difference
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He always checks on you in return, especially since you're surrounded by giant bots at all times. You really gotta put the work in to get him to accept that he doesn't owe you anything for your kindness
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Everyone always says they believe in me, but... ehh- sorry, that's not your problem to worry about. Besides, I got you rooting for me, that's all I need"
Cyclonus
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Being someone who previously worked with Galvatron doesn't exactly lead to the warmest reception from others, especially coupled with his aloof personality. So to hear constant motivation from you is new for him, to say the least
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sure he's used to praise for his capabilities, intelligence, or overall strength... but just genuinely seeing and believing in him, just as he is, is something he isn't used to. He doesn't seem very receptive to it outwardly, but his actions speak volumes where his words don't
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Takes him a bit to get to the "I love you" stage, or not just kinda awkwardly thanking you for expressing affection. But once he gets comfortable, he has no problem reassuring you of the care he holds in his spark
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Don't forget yourself, human. You sing my praises far too much compared to your own. I may be bigger than you, but I'm not the only strong one between us. You mean more to me than you know"
Ultra Magnus
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He keeps his composure firm around others, definitely not a big fan of PDA. He speaks to you a lot more softly compared to others, but still gives you a mini-lecture about it
ᯓᡣ𐭩 With just the two of you, however, it's a different reaction. He's got a surprising soft side behind that firm shell he upholds, and you have exclusive viewing of it. He loves to gently murmur words of affirmation to you, letting you climb over him as you please
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's heard plenty of praise across his many years of service, but coming from you it means a little more. You don't love him for what he can do for you, just for himself. His unwavering loyalty is gifted to you in return
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Your faith in me means so much, you know. Never have I thought I could find such happiness in a human, but you... I love you"
Drift
ᯓᡣ𐭩 In his struggles to atone for his past, Drift became no stranger to doubting himself. Was this really enough? Did the good deeds outweigh the bad? You became a source of hope for him, a reminder that he was on the right path
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He can't help but feel dedicated to protecting you. Not only for the fact that you're much smaller than the enemy, but because of what you mean to him. You're his human, his brightest light when he's full of uncertainty
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Though he's always kept a good grip on composure, he can't help but be flustered whenever you express trust in him. You're so earnest and warm, he can't help but feel his spark flutter when you show him affection
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "You're a blessing, you know? A gift given to me by the Mechanica Divine. Primus himself must have shone on your presence. I love you, little human, very deeply"
lost light members react to human porn (and develop some preferences of their own.)
ft. skids! megatron! rodimus! swerve! ultra magnus!
nsfw under the cut.
rodimus prime - top-five ranked
when he first heard actual, genuine human content had reached aboard his ship, he had quickly formed a half-assed meeting to announce that he, of course, being captain and all should review with ultra magnus.. and perhaps rewind too, before dispersing it out to the crew.
of course when ultra magnus expressed his surprise at this new leaf turned, eager to scour through intergalactic protocol he simply let one word out the other audial and made some grave, grammatical errors to distract the mech and let the captain do his own decision making.
he spends a lot of time nitpicking. he doesn't like movies as much so he reserves those to swerve nor does he care too much about books.
a functioning computer however....
he's bored. and curious. two demons that never dwell well together in the same room.
clearing browser history? never heard of that!
good thing the previous owner has lots of bookmarks, because he finds it infinitely easier to sift through links there than carefully type.
"porn...hub? what's that? must be some kinda uh.. uhhh... uh."
cue the fan whirring. he's hunched over and slack jawed, staring at the frankly color-clashing archive and almost pushing himself away when the cursor hovers over a video - and the humans in it start moving.
clicked the first video with a bold "#1 ranked". he really shouldn't. he really, really should just toss this tempting contraband out the nearest garbage disposal.
"unhh! harder! haaarder! ♡"
he's focused hard on the spike - cock, he learns, or dick, humans got lots of funny terms - ruts rough into you, forcing you to melt forward and squeak through sheets.
the loud, exaggerated moans make him pitifully decide otherwise. imagine him, all weak in the knees, sliding down to sit as he watches transfixed.
flesh on flesh hitting sounds a lot better when it's this and not fighting.
sooner or later, he's huffing into his servo, jacking off his spike and squeezing the tip so rough he's almost jealous seeing you bouncing away. you'd be so, so fragging soft. he can imagine squeezing your limbs and twisting you around to his liking.
overloads fast. he's almost ashamed enough to be embarrassed.
now? can't reach his climaxes unless there's some raunchy, wet-coated squeals in his memory banks. doesn't bother searching up anything because he doesn't have the patience to cultivate. you just happen to be at the top so he gladly sticks watching your holes get sticky any cycle.
skids - playboy bunny
"oh for prime's sake, chromedome don't make me feel like i'm trading for somethin' illegal."
won a "mystery stash" from a late night gamble. of course, not all of rodimus's finds stayed quiet.
he isn't sure why it's such a big deal. the cardboard box which spills open easily under a digit's care isn't filled with weaponry or bombs.
it's almost funny, this giant picking up a magazine in a pinch, helm tilted and keeping it an arm's distance away like the pages might bite.
he looks at the front cover for a long, long time.
his processor isn't catching up. then he squints. gets reaaaaal close.
there's you! all dolled up, as the humans would say. except you're really not, because half of your squishy aft is out, and your servos are covering up your chest but aren't doing a good job.
neither is the bright, blue bow christened at your pelvic area, where he realizes with a jolt is lacking any modesty panels of any kind.
flips a page. oh, it's you again. curved over a lounge. cheekily spreading yourself with a... gathering of lace twisted around your frame.
another one. you got something round in your mouth. he looks carefully at your lips.
and then he's flipping through all of it, and digging into the box and oh, he's found a jackpot because it's all you.
now he understands why it's got the markered "collectors items" on the side. he doesn't question too much when he spits lubricant down onto his spike. dedicated some of that cotton candy gossamer all over your february edition of playboy in approval.
megatron - classic erotica
a true mech of literature. now, unlike many of the lost light, he's had his run in with humanity before. not that he particularly got or wanted to enjoy their culture back then.
though when he did find his way back onto a possible path of redemption, he did indulge once upon a time.
at his spark, he's a poet. a linguist. enjoyer of golden age, art and craftsmanship.
earthen literature has its.. moments. he reads novellas and lost to the history manuscripts, plays, all of which have almost all been uploaded to more convenient means as upkeep for the paper is a pain.
however, he has found one book. a funny looking book, with a funny looking cover.
he observes, rigidly, the scandalous embrace of what he assumed to be the characters, how clothing lacked in areas it shouldn't and skin was almost.. glistening. "seven nights of passion." a chuff left his dermas.
ah, to pit with it. why not?
megatron finds himself slowly involved with the chapters despite the comedy of its advertisement. the writer, you, no doubt under a penname, push development shockingly far.. for a human.
and the intimacy? interfacing? so descriptive. while he has not seen what he is reviewing, he can imagine it. images of sweaty bodies, grinding and yearning and crying.
cybertronians have no reason or function to. the thought of a human, pushed to the brink overloaded with stimulation is... stimulating.
it is a shame when it comes to an end but he might in his free-time peruse for more. leaves his plating warm and intake dry.
the authors note suggests that your inspiration drives from personal experience.
his ... array fizzles at that. fascinating.
swerve - r-rated movie night
"wowza. that's hh. haha. woah! they all do that.. ?"
first movie he flipped onto the projector was supposed to be an "action and feel-good film with hints of romance, angst and sci-fi elements."
not even halfway through, you, the imaginary captain of the imaginary "roman's ravager" have your uniform shimmied down to your ankles, mouth mashing against your supposed rival, who everyone has been heckling for the past forty-five minutes.
some of the mechs cheer, other grumble and argue to skip, others squirm and grimace. swerve watched you push the other down, head tilting back as the camera zooms to your face.
"it's just acting, ya' degenerates, stop acting like protoforms!"
it isn't until he feels a servo smack upside his helm that he starts fumbling for the remote. too much noise but now he's getting a comm from mags asking about what the rackets for so! fast forward he goes.
at 1x.
while the chaos starts to settle, he peeks between digits. catches glimpses of your open mouth. the goosebumps down your chest. how you shake at the insinuation that someone is between your legs, servicing.
slag. when's the last time he's even played with his valve?
movie night was a hit regardless of the commotion. he has to clean up after, which thankfully didn't result in any expelled energon or skid-marks.
that also means he's alone. alone, in his bar. all by himself, staring at the rest of the discs with your pictures on the front, credits humming in the background.
it'll be good for the economy. (all of it is pirated.)
maybe it's for the best. because now, he's realizing you really are a great actor, in lots of different genres, able to adapt and really grab his attention.
it's not as if his spark pulses seeing you in costumes, or using that soft voice you do in all your roles when you make a point.
not like he's riding his digits and crunching into a fist when you're running on the beach, sand dappled and leaving little to imagination.
ends up on his back, charged up and shaking. hurts to speak, to move or to dab up the puddle of transfluid, laughing deliriously when his panels are even too much effort to close.
ultra magnus - audio praise
"you're doing such a good job. you're perfect. you know that, right? yes you do, so good for me."
when he first heard you, he damn near crushes the auditory device and full-blown shudders in the confines of his hab. he's sputtering, optics wide and there's a million reasons he should report this to rodimus and question just what he's given him.
"to help ya uh... research? take the edge off pal."
half-contemplates storming back to the bridge himself if it weren't for your sugar-coated mumbles still coming through the unpaused recording.
you'd think he was dealing with a ticking blast with how he warily handles the device, gruffly spitting out curses that he'd otherwise never allow in crew vicinity.
"i want you to reward yourself. you earned it, honey. can you do that for me? here, listen."
to his horror - and crumbling interest - a slick cacophony of sound rattles in his helm. there's panting, a shift of material that he assumes is tangled around you and frag, he's able to think up you and a thousand faces.
what's worse? is he's hypnotized. you don't demand. you coo to him, just loud enough to let him know you'd be broken too. if he let himself let down that wall, just for the twenty minutes you sing in his audials, he'll know it's done with you just as weak.
"g—gooood job ahhhh!" that does it. ultra magnus groans, shutting off his optics entirely. his large servo feels up along his frame as you suggest.
"i wish you were here. hah.. mmn! could see me. see me fucking myself to you. let you kiss me. you deserve it, sweetie. deserve me on you."
magnus and the sobbed growl to his motors reminds him just how lonely he's felt. always monitoring. always stressed. hearing the spit collect at your throat as your commands grow hoarse makes you feel real.
would you... would you kiss him? would you let him pick you up, rest you flat on his servo and have his glossa lap up your want?
he towers over nearly all. having a partner so much smaller, tinier than even an minibot, shouldn't run up a charge but it does.
he overloads when he's sticking digits near the casing of his spark, ignoring the spurts of pre sizzling down his thighs.
"w-was that as fun.. for you as it was for me?"
dazedly falls onto his berth. this isn't leaving his dermas unless he's had a drink.
a/n : a little haha funny idea i had. there's just something so funny thinking of these giant old robots realizing just how much porn is out there.
