#reader x robot

            The alarms are grating against your senses, lights flashing and making the hallway strobe. The backup power has finally kicked on, but it only lights up small strips on the floor, the white light supposedly leading to the exit. You had been following the lights when the end of the hallway was suddenly bathed in red light and you quickly backtracked. You tried your best to ignore the screaming, hands clasped over your stomach but shaking hard.

            The building shakes and you slam into the wall, struggling to stay upright and not hit the floor. A loud ringing begins to fill your ears and you wince, slamming your hands against your head. You know that if the creature making the sound is who you think, it won’t help but it’s better than nothing.

            A lower drone makes the floor shake and you stumble again, crying out as your arm slams into the wall. Your entire right side goes numb and it takes you a moment to realize the hallway is silent. Distantly, you think you hear gun fire but it sounds like you’re underwater. A quick pinch proves that you’re not dreaming, even as you watch black tentacles slowly slide into the hallway in front of you.

            At first you don’t think they’re real, the flashing lights forcing you to blink more often to stay focused. You’ve never seen them outside of a cell; you remember your notes saying that no one had any idea how long they really were. Purple light pulses between the sections, reminding you that these are metal implements, nothing soft or organic about them. This confirms your worst fears and you turn to run the opposite direction, a band of bright red standing tall in the hall.

            You don’t look back, even as sound rushes back to you and you hear the scraping of metal on drywall. It’s not moving fast, just a tickle behind your head but you’re not keen on finding out what ‘Soundwave’ wants with you. You recognize one of the creatures you’ve been studying for months and know that being out of the cell is bad news.

            An explosion goes off in front of you, drywall and plaster exploding in front of you. The world goes dark as something slams into your head, vision going white and then blurry. You try to find your footing, but the floor gives out and you fall. The sensation of free fall is too much for your body and you lose consciousness, the sound of metal fading into nothing.

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            Awareness comes back slowly and painfully, the alarms distant and soft. You try to move and pain flares, causing you to moan and jerk back. This causes another wave of agony and you stop moving, breathing slowly and trying to figure out what’s going on. Finally, you open your eyes and took in the hallway, letting out a hiss.

            It’s dark but the emergency lights are still somehow on. The entire hallway is collapsed, the only reason you weren’t dead being a huge support beam above you. It was clearly in the wrong position but had somehow gotten stuck on it’s way down and created a barrier. The rest of the hall wasn’t as lucky.

            Looking up sends a wave of nausea through you but you keep searching, distantly thinking that you probably had a concussion. The hallway above you isn’t really in better shape, huge gaps in the floor meaning that even if you get up there, options would be limited. It’s only when you start to move again, your legs specifically, that you realize you’re pinned.

            “Fuck.” Even as you whisper it feels too loud, your body freezing for a moment before you begin trying to move the rocks surrounding you. Your leg is caught between two large boulders and it’s a miracle that you hadn’t broken the bone. At least you think it isn’t broken. The sound of movement deeper in the hallway makes you freeze, eyes scanning for anything.

            You got careless. You could admit it. It’s hard to stay focused around you when there are dead bodies staring back. One of the people you think you recognize, maybe it was Kara from down the hall? She was always willing to get coffee with you and holy hell this was real and people were dead and –

            “Well well.” Your entire body goes limp, every muscle relaxing against your will. Your head hits the concrete slab behind you with a ‘crack’ pain radiating through your spine. You whimper, eyes wide and glued onto the from above you.

            You recognize this creature too. Tarn was what the others called him and he was almost the complete opposite of Soundwave. Chatty and willing to talk, he would speak circles around anyone and everyone who would listen. Most of his rambling were full of contradictions but you still wrote them down, needing them for evidence.

            You open your mouth to speak and choke, metal squeezing around your throat. You hadn’t realized the tentacle was around your neck until too late, the pressure making you even more lightheaded. Tarn looks over your shoulder at something in the distance, the purple light giving you a clear idea of who it is. He chuckles, the shadows making up his form vibrating and having to reform again.

          Cybertron was coming together, and Optimus seemed to be getting distracted. Part of it made sense; he had been so focused on rebuilding and bringing all the mechs home that there wasn’t time for anything else. He threw himself into his work, feeling responsible for what had happened. You tried to reassure him and he seemed to slowly be making peace with everything that had happened. Until the ceremony.

           It was more of a party than a ceremony. All over Cybertron, each city state had set up a banquet, funded by the government. The goal was to help unite everyone under the same banner and become one people again. Of course, there had been intense negotiations and there were still arguments but things had come a long way. Optimus was happy with the way things were going, looking forward to the celebration.

           Things were going off without a hitch, mechs were laughing and having a good time. It helped that the high grade was also flowing. Optimus spoke to everyone who came up to him, shaking hands and discussing the future. You stayed by his side, making small talk and inviting people to let loose. Your sparkmate had even had a cube of high grade himself, something he rarely indulged in.

           The highlight of the night was the coordinated fireworks show between all the city states. You watched in awe next to Optimus, the colors exploding overhead and on the news. The finale was a giant ring of lights surrounding Cybertron, the entire planet seeming to cheer as one. Optimus held your hand the entire time, his grip getting tighter and tighter. You knew he wasn’t a fan of the lights but admitted that most of his people loved them. The night ended with the two of you retiring together and a new era being ushered in.

           Ever since that night, Optimus was more reserved. It wasn’t hard for him to fake it, especially since the new government was being formed and he was being asked to participate less and less. You kept teasing him about going into retirement but he agreed; he didn’t want to fight anymore. Not for a long time.

           You noticed him retreating mostly at night, just the two of you. Normally he was a very physically affectionate mech but he was pulling away more and more. When he was out in public, Optimus put up a good front. Bumblebee noticed as well and the two of you privately wondered what was bothering him. Optimus was determined to keep his secrets, however, and it was only after a few weeks of this that you brought it up.

           “Optimus.” You called out from the living room, looking up from your datapad. It was a letter from Drift, reporting out on the status of Earth. You always felt torn, excited to hear how your home planet was doing and a deep homesickness. It was easier to ignore when you were focused on Cybertron but sometimes it was nice to think of the blue oceans and wide open skies.

           “Yes my love?” He wandered into the room, going over to you. He sat next to you but didn’t touch you, prompting you to move closer. He didn’t complain when you snuggled close enough to have your legs touch, leaning over to show him your datapad.

           “Drift sent us another update. Did you want to read it?” You were surprised when Optimus made no move to take the report, looking out the window instead. You raised a browplate, waiting for him to speak. “Optimus?”

           “I have something to tell you.” You didn’t know if it was the tone of his voice or the wording but Optimus made everything feel like a confession. This even more so. You nodded at his words, reaching out to hold his servo. He gave a gentle squeeze and then looked straight into your optics.

           “I no longer wish to be on Cybertron.” You froze, optics flickering as you began to process.

           “Where would you rather be?” You were, understandably, confused and Optimus let out a deep ex-vent.

           “I wish to return to Earth. I find myself missing it more and more. Sometimes I view Cybertron and it just feels… empty.” You nodded, leaning into his shoulder and looking out the window. You watched the streetlamps turn on, wondering what you wanted to say.

           “I miss Earth too.” He seemed surprised at your confession and you kept going, letting the homesickness well up inside of you. “I miss the sun and the trees. The ocean. Dogs running through the park. Cybertron is beautiful but not in the same way.” You looked up to see him gazing down at you, optics soft.

           “I am sorry, I should have known that you would understand.” He gave another vent, looking more tired than you had ever seen him. “I am tired. I wish to rest and I don’t know if I can do that on Cybertron.”

           “Too many memories?” He nodded and you gave your own ex-vent. “It’s a blessing and a curse, how long you live.”

           “Indeed.” The two of you feel into silence, soaking in each other’s warmth. Optimus was the more relaxed you and seen him in days and it felt good to be by his side.

           “We can leave Cybertron whenever we want you know.” He seemed to perk up at your words and you laughed. “We’re not bound here and the government is stable enough that they wouldn’t fall apart without you.”

           “Would Earth welcome us?” You shrugged at his question, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

           “I think they would. Does it matter? Earth is our home too. We have a right to see it.” Optimus froze, taking in your words and turning to you. He didn’t say a word, retracting his battle mask and leaning over to kiss you, hard. You made a surprised sound against his mouth, servos flying up in surprise between settling on his shoulders.

           You couldn’t deny that that it had been a long time since the two of you had been together, at least physically. You could feel yourself heating up and tried to push it down; just because Optimus was kissing you didn’t mean that he wanted to go farther. That thought was quickly pushed from your brain as he nipped at your lower lip and his engine gave a loud rev.

           “I love you.” His deep voice was soothing, looking straight into your optics. “Thank you for listening to me.”

           “Of course.” Your words held a thread of static, especially once his servos started going up your thighs. He was keeping his touch light but it had been so long that you were hyper sensitive to him. “I love you too.” He hummed at your words, pleased and then leaned in to kiss you again.

           Optimus always made you feel like the most important thing in the world and tonight was no exception. His lips were insistent against yours and finally you stood up, swaying a little. Without a word you turned to head to the bedroom, Optimus giving a loud engine rev and following.

           It didn’t take long to get into your room and Optimus didn’t waste time kissing you again, leading you towards the bed. You groaned against his mouth, fingers going up to play with the sensors in his shoulders. He gave a moan back, picking you up to help get you onto the berth. You kneeled to get closer to him, on even ground now that you didn’t have to stand.

           “I do not deserve you.” His words were muffled by your shoulder, denta nipping at the exposed cables there. You shivered, bucking towards him and pulled his helm back to look straight into his optics.

           “It’s not about deserving. I only want you, always.” His optics flickered once and he leaned down to begin nipping at your chestplate, one servo going go to rub at your modesty panel. You arched towards him, groaning more static and doing your best to reciprocate.

           Part of you would have been embarrassed by how easily he revved you up but Optimus was making it hard to feel anything but pleasure. He was determined to make up for lost time, or at least it felt like it. The moment your panel slid back he was between your legs, kissing up your thighs to your valve.

           “Optimus…” You didn’t know if you were trying to scold him or beg him for more. Your sparkmate leaned back a little and gave you a gentle smile, one of his fingers slowly sliding into you.

           “Let me take care of you sweetspark.” You could only nod at his words, throwing your helm back as he began to stretch you open. It always felt so good, especially when he leaned back down to lick at your anterior node. Your hips jerked before you could stop them and he let out a rumble, easily pinning you to the berth.

           It was almost painful how slow he was going. Only after you were dripping did Optimus add another finger, lips still sucking on your node. You overloaded with a cry of static and he groaned, the sound of his own plating pulling back almost drowned out. You were coming down from your high when he moved fully between your legs, the hot air from your vents creating fog against his armor.

           “Do you need a moment?” His voice was too static filled to be completely unaffected but he was keeping it together better than you. You gave a nod, the overheating warnings finally starting to disappear. You hesitated before sitting up a little, giving him a smile.

           “Can I ride you?” Optimus seemed surprised at the question but smiled back, moving to lay next to you.

           “Of course.” It didn’t take long for him to get into position and you moved closer to him, straddling one of his legs to start with. He really was a massive mech and positions like this reminded you of that. Optimus keep his servos on your hips, helping you get comfortable on top of him. Both of you knew that he could easily hold your weight but he was a gentlemech, wanting you to go at your own pace.

           Slowly you began to sink onto him, twin sounds of static filling the room. Your fans were both going overtime and Optimus’ engine gave a large rev. You where thankful he had spent time opening you up, even if it wasn’t enough. You loved the burn of him filling you but were too impatient to wait long tonight.

           You started to ride him before he was completely inside of you, his spike sliding in about halfway before you started to bounce. You were determined to take all of him but wanted both of you to enjoy yourselves as much as possible. Optimus’ fingers dug into your sides, helping you move and encouraging you to go faster.

           Neither of you lasted long; you slammed all the way down, his spike hitting your ceiling node perfectly. You overloaded for the second time, optics whiting out and the way Optimus’ engine turned over you knew he had too. Neither of you moved, vents screaming as you tried to cool down.

           He reached out and cupped your face, prompting you to look up at him. You gave him a dreamy smile and he kissed you, taking his time and letting you come back to yourself. After a few more moments you moved, legs shaking as you lifted yourself off his spike. He was still hard but he didn’t say anything, helping you settle onto your side. He got up and moved to the washroom, letting you rest your eyes.

           “Give me a moment and I can go again.” Optimus turned towards you as you spoke, a wet cloth in hand. He paused before chuckling, giving you a smile.