MIRAGE X READER

MIRAGE X READER

hii rotb has made me fall in love with...a lot more transformers now. This is just a silly idea I had, kinda lame but idc. Being cringe and free now. Anyways, planning to make this a small series maybe? Mirage lovers where are you?? Could eventually make this a mirage x reader x Noah, love them both, really. Or you know, Noah could be a third wheel, you guys decide that

[ human!gn reader summary: You have no idea how you got into this situation. First, you were trying to steal a true beauty of a car with your friend Noah to get some extra cash with Reek working behind the scenes (apparently) And now, you were in the Porche you guys were planning to steal. Mind you, it's currently driving itself.

"Holy shit!" You yelled in terror as the car careened wildly around the curve, sending both you and Noah lurching to the left side of the vehicle. You clung onto the door handle for dear life, your heart pounding in your chest as a combination of fear and adrenaline caused you to burst out into wild laughter. Noah, on the other hand, let out an ear-splitting, high-pitched scream as he death-gripped onto the steering wheel with both hands. "STOP STOP STOP!"

The radio kept picking up a certain frequency, it was static-y but still clear enough to understand it kept reaching out towards something or someone named Mirage.

After crashing several police cars, running red lights, and being tossed around the car, the silver and blue Porche entered a warehouse of some sort and literally tossed you out onto the cement. Noah groaned as he rolled on his side. You on the other hand, didn't manage to fall onto the ground and gripped onto the seat. You thought it was over but noo, all of a sudden the car decides to transform, its component parts moving and shifting into new positions. You stare in awe and fear as the walls around you warp and bend ever so slightly; the seat beneath you shifts away from you before slowly, almost hesitantly dropping you onto the ground. You stare up and after a couple seconds, the car transformed into a fucking robot. Towering several feet in front of you and Noah, you both stare up in fear. You're a bit amazed honestly, you're staring at a giant metal dude stretch and prance around the warehouse, ranting about being cooped up this entire time.

You and Noah shared a look.

"But that was cool, you guys are cool. A bit loud, ehh, but cool." The robot stood in front of you now, his gaze focused on the both of you. You froze, Noah scrambled around to pick up a metal pipe. "Woah woah woah!" The robot held his hands up. You cursed under your breath and scrambled to get behind Noah, trying to look for anything you can use as a weapon as the robot focused on Noah. You found a couple loose bolts and nuts on the ground and scooped them up in your palm.

You approached Noah's side, menacingly brandishing the tiny screws in your hand. The robot quickly put his hands in the air. "What are you gonna do, you gonna hit me?"

You both looked at eachother. Noah shifted, adjusting his stance while still holding up the pipe. "Maybe?" The robot made a noise akin to a scoff and his left arm started transforming into something else, oh god oh fuck. Before you even had time to register it, you threw a bolt at him. It hit his arm and he froze. "Hey- what?"

You were launching bolts at him, your shots greeted with a "hey, hey, hey!" each time they clanked against his frame. You kept getting closer, pushing him back further and further, surprising yourself with your own nerve. That confidence instantly disappeared when he whipped out his arm-gun, the blue light from the barrel seemed to lock onto you and Noah, like two deer in headlights. "Can you- stop throwing those things at me?!"

"woah, woah, woah-" Noah quickly put his hands up and walked up to you, standing in front of you. "Let's all calm down, alright? Alright? We good?" "Noah, what the hell is this about?" You whisper yelled.

"I dont know! Just dont get us killed" he whisper yelled back.

You huffed defiantly, you quickly took the bat from Noah's hands and tightly gripped it. You adopted a battle-ready stance, staring down the giant robot - thing? - truly unyielding. Neither of you backed down until he put the gun down, straightening up. "Okay okay, you're brave. I like that."

Your face dropped, dumbfounded. Noah reached out and firmly snatched the bat from you, his face a mask of barely-contained irritation. "what did I fucking tell you about not trying to get us killed, dude?" He hissed.

What the hell was going on.

Angst Mtmte Headcanons with Rodimus, Swerve, Tarn, Ratchet? Either human or cybertronain s/o works!

Their s/o and them get back from a fight. Everything’s fine and they’re like celebrating. But little do they know their s/o has been hiding a fatal injury 😈

HII THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH YOUR REQUEST! Sorry this took like a month...anyways this was a very fun ask ngl. But also this is an absolute nightmare for Ratchet in like, every single one of them besides Tarn, my bad. Just stop dying, Y/N

[ cybertronian!reader CW: angst, death, near-death, injuries, i think you get it

post includes: Rodimus, Tarn, Swerve, and Ratchet]

(can you tell i like this gif?)

RODIMUS

The enemy was defeated, a couple of injured crew members were rushed to the med bay, but all was good now. The danger has passed. Rodimus bore a look of exhausted but relieved contentment, both of you have emerged unscathed from the ordeal.

Except…you held a servo to your side, your face scrunched up when you tried to walk but brushed it off to your lover that you were sore from the fight. 

"Do you really think it's a good idea to go without a checkup from Ratchet?" Rodimus asked, his face betraying his concern. "We had one hell of a fight back there, and I don't want you getting hurt and putting that stunning frame of yours in danger," he managed to smile, but the worry was still obvious in his expression.

“I’m fine, just a little sore is all. I’ll just disengage my pain receptors and I’ll be a-okay” you forced a smile.

That you did, but it didn’t stop you from feeling other symptoms besides pain

As soon as his attention was turned away from you, you took your energon-stained servo off your side, revealing an open wound. It was small, and should usually bleed slowly, but this time it threatened to be a big deal—it was connected to one of your main fuel lines. You glanced at the bots celebrating around you, some missing due to attending their friends in the med bay after the fight.

Ratchet had better things to focus his efforts on, and you saw others far worse off than yourself. You clung desperately to the tiny hope that you would still be standing when all the others were healed. Feeling suddenly unsteady, you leaned against the wall for support, your vision beginning to blur. Come on, not now! You willed your legs to move forward as you made your way toward Rodimus and the rest of the bots he was addressing. You’ll last a little longer.

By the time Rodimus notices you’re horribly injured, it's already too late. You're in his arms, the spark inside you weak and flickering as a large amount of your energon leaves a trail from his racing form. He desperately rushes you to the medbay, his servos shaking and trembling as he pleads with Ratchet to save your life. His voice grows louder as he begs for a miracle, primus help you

“You have to help her, you have to help her!”

The light has gone out from your optics, your spark hums quietly. When Ratchet takes your vitals, he gives Rodimus a look. And oh, he knows what that look means. 

He’s angry, he’s upset, he rushes to hold you one last time. He should have realized earlier, he should’ve taken you to Ratchet even if you said you were fine. He should’ve. 

SWERVE

It was one of those battles where everyone was needed; you and Swerve had to look out for each other. You two weren't the toughest or biggest fighters on your team but hey, by the end, you two managed to help out in some way.  

Why not host a small celebration at Swerve’s? Most of the crew was already there, having a drink or chatting. You stayed behind to get checked up by Ratchet but promised Swerve you’d join him soon after.

After the full-fledged battle, you felt dizzy and tired, but you figured it was just due to your extreme exhaustion. Little did you know, there was a malfunction in your inner circuits that had been spreading quickly, rapidly shutting down your functions. If you were well enough to think clearly and logically about the situation at hand, perhaps the malfunction would have horrified you more than it did… However, with the malfunction putting an extra load on your thoughts and movements it became very difficult for you to think straight. You must have been hit by something, but you don’t even remember what.

Ratchet asked if you wanted to call Swerve, but you said no. You didn't want to worry him. But then again, your spark panged at the thought of never seeing him again, of never getting to say goodbye. Time was running out and at this point, all you had left was the ability to message him through your communicator.

The minibot rushed as fast as he could to see you, but when he arrived and saw the state you were in, his spark sank. You were hooked up to all these machines that seemed to be the only thing keeping you alive. But at least you were still conscious, thankfully

“Oh, oh…y/n why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve, we could’ve…why?”

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Oh..y/n..” tear coolant(?) comes out of both your optics.

“Nonono wait, can you please hel-” The look on the medic’s face was enough to answer his pleas. There was nothing that could be done anymore. 

“Swerve” you muttered, your servo reaching out. “It’s okay.” 

The minibot grasped your servo tightly, his desperate grip conveying the understanding that this would be the last time he would have the chance to.

TARN

You knew being alongside the DJD was dangerous, hell, you were dangerous. The team of overly Megatron-obsessed mechs surprisingly had each other's back. You were with Tarn, too. You were basically unstoppable. 

So when you felt that shot hit your chassis, and the energon quickly leaking out of your wound, you had no idea what happened. You fell to your knees in front of the deceased Decepticon traitor whom you had just seen fall right before their blast had hit you. You were turned away from your team and their delight as they celebrated his death without any knowledge of what had happened to you. As those behind you laughed and commended each other for their victory

“Did you see how they finished them off? Absolutely cruel.” Your conjunx bragged to the others. His footsteps approached when you didn’t move from your spot. “Y/N?”

Before he had a chance to witness the pool of energon forming in front of you, you quickly whipped your helm around, frantically trying to hide your dizziness by plastering a smile on your face. "Stubborn one, huh? I'll be..I'll be with you in a moment," your words slurred slightly and Tarn took a step closer. “What was that? Are you alright?”

“YES, yes, I’m just… admiring this. You know how I feel about spilled energon”. Your servo tightened on the wound as you pondered if applying enough pressure would speed up the healing process.

Tarn paused for a moment then went to place a servo on your shoulder. “That’s my-” His optics widened when he saw your servo clutched around your wound.

"What happened?" Tarn demanded, dropping to his knees beside you and examining the wound. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to worry you," you replied weakly, trying to hide the pain in your voice. "I thought it was just a graze, but it hurts more than I thought it would."

Tarn's optics softened as he looked at you, his hand moving to gently caress your cheek. "Just a graze…” He scoffed. “You foolish, stubborn bot," he murmured affectionately. "You know I would never forgive myself if something happened to you."

“I’m sorry,” you winced. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks - you were dying and needed medical attention immediately. His spark hurt. Despite it all, he musters up enough courage to pick you up in his arms and take you away to safety, struggling to keep his composure as he does so.

Your optics shut off, and he realized he might need to figure out his last words to you. He clutched his fists. 

RATCHET

He would never forgive himself if a fatal injury went unnoticed, especially if you were his patient. And yet, somehow it happened

Many of the crew members were injured, and few needed urgent medical attention but you knew Ratchet would be busy.

Despite his complaints and grumbling, Ratchet had agreed to scan you as soon as he was done tending to his critically-injured patients.

You had a deep slice way too close to your spark, you were bleeding out. You were able to use a medical patch tucked away in your subspace to temporarily stop the bleeding, but it's like applying a bandage to a bullet wound a little too close to the heart.

You realized you may have fucked up when you started to feel lightheaded and your sensors suddenly weren't working so well. You limped your way to the medbay, but didn't manage to make it. You groaned as the energon seeped from underneath the patch, you slid down the wall just a couple steps away from the entrance. The last thing you saw was a blur exit the medbay and run towards you before your optics powered off.

Ratchet’s optics widened when you were carried into the medbay by a bot he had just finished working on. He took off the patch to reveal the fatal wound, he could only stand there as your spark weakly glowed underneath all your inner systems. 

Why hadn’t you told him? Why didn’t he make sure? He knew your spark was too weak and wouldn’t make it but he still desperately tried to seal any area where energon was flowing from, occasionally cursing at himself when his servos would be too shaky. 

“C'mon, c'mon. Primus, damnit. Don't you dare give up on me now."

He couldn't accept the truth, he held his helm in his servos when your spark completely stopped functioning. 

He agreed to have a drink at Swerve’s with you after everyone was healed, just one. And now that moment would never come. 

the dude. Really loved this drawing it looks so real

:3c

Added two more continuities to my pinned post

omg could you possibly do a RotB!Unicron x Human!Reader? 👉👈

his giant form and his voice have me going crazy I swear 😩💕💖 giant, imposing men hit so different for me 💖💖

Curious

Summary: You can't help but be turned on by your new, very large and very imposing 'boss'. And he can't help but notice.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+! MINORS DNI! Unicron doesn't touch you, there's some mind stuff going on, reader is suspended in air, GN AFAB!Reader, masturbation, unicron calls you 'pet'

Word Count: 1,300 (this was supposed to be like 500 words...)

A/N: As always... I GOT CARRIED AWAY! Anyway, I've wanted to write for Unicron and didn't know what, or if anyone would wanna read it, so thank you for starting this !! Also, y'know that scene in that gif? Where Scourge is like being hurt by Unicron? Yeah, imagine that, but with Pleasure~ -Rot

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To say Scourge despised you was an understatement. Unicron, his master, had brought a human into the mix and he could not have been more displeased. You could absolutely not have cared less though.

Being part of Unicron’s team had many perks, and one was listening to his voice. There was also power you could never fully imagine, but that wasn’t as important as listening to a large, imposing, planet eater explain things to Scourge.

“You aren’t making the human go after the Autobots?”

“No.” Unicron ended his sentence there. You tried to hold back a smirk. “Now, go get the other piece of the key!”

Unicron’s voice boomed and just like that, Scourge was gone. You were left standing in front of him, all alone. Your hands were behind your back and your eyes watched him from across the large space between the two of you.

“Is everything alright?” You cocked your head and furrowed your brows.

Unicron was silent. He blinked and finally spoke up. “You are aroused.”

Your eyes widened. “Um-”

“Do not deny it, sweet pet,” Unicron’s voice boomed, you could feel it in your chest. Swallowing hard, you thought about every possible outcome from this. But then it registered that he had called you ‘sweet pet’. “I can sense it from here.”

“Okay,” You exhaled, your breath unsteady, “you’re right. I am turned on.”

That was all you had to say, really. What more were you to confess to? That you thought about him when you touched yourself? Not on your watch.

“Show me how ‘turned on’ you are.” Unicron sounded curious, intrigued, and definitely not like he wanted you dead for even mentioning that he, the man you were working under, had turned you on. “Touch yourself.”

Normally, you’d be reluctant to even do anything like that. But, for some reason (and it wasn't the fear of death), you were quick to listen. As your hands went down your waistband, you asked, “What if someone sees me…?” It was a valid question. Of course, Unicron could see you, but you were also in the back of some alley that Scourge had found to talk to his master. So, anyone else who entered that alley would also see you.

The thought of someone finding you was genuinely one that almost made you laugh. Someone finding a random person, who was also completely sober, getting off alone in an alley? Even if it was funny, you hoped it wouldn’t happen.

“No one will find you.”

You nodded. You had no reason to not believe him. He had kept every promise to you thus far. So, you touched yourself. Your hand was between your legs in an instant and you were working on yourself. Unicron let out a low hum, one so low you could feel it. Your body was shaking, from excitement and from the reverberation of Unicron’s voice.

Your finger ghosted over your clit and then dipped down, pushing past your lips and inside of you. You let out a low moan and your eyes shut. You could feel your skin burning, Unicron’s eyes burning into you. You could feel his eyes on you, watching with curiosity. Your fingers were making quick work of you, you knew exactly where to touch yourself, how much you could take. And Unicron was taking that all in.

You fell onto your knees on the platform you stood on, and a loud moan slipped past your lips. You had tried to stifle it, but it wasn’t working. Unicron let out another low hum, obviously liking what was in front of him. At least you hope that’s what it obviously was.

“I want you to be loud.” Unicron finally spoke up. As soon as he did, you were sent into overdrive. Your fingers were curving in and out of you, your thumb circling your clit, and you were at your breaking point.

“Unicron!” Your voice was shaky, but loud, just as he had asked.

You slumped over slightly, legs spreading even more. One of your hands was still in your pants, and the other was supporting you. You swallowed hard and looked up at Unicron through your lashes. His optics watched you, unmoving.

“Uh,” You stumbled on your words, “Did you need me to help Scourge- I’m sure I could-”

“No.” His voice struck you, like electricity hitting every nerve you had. “We are not done.”

You gulped down air and took in a shaky breath. You were going to stand back up, but you were unable to. You weren’t controlling your own movements anymore. You were moving up, your body limp and your breath hitched. Your eyes hit Unicron’s and suddenly, fear washed over you. You couldn’t tell what he had in mind, and while that was kind of hot, you were also terrified.

“No need to be afraid,” Unicron reassured you, “I’m not getting rid of you any time soon.”

Your eyes moved up towards the stars around you and took his word for it. You had no reason not to…

You were floating in front of Unicron, still fully clothed, and your body was pliable and as relaxed as you could possibly make it. You were unaware of how greatly you would be rewarded for that. All you knew was that Unicron had just held Scourge up and all he seemed to feel was pain. You did not want that to happen to you.

Your body grew hot and you felt a knot forming in your stomach. The heat between your legs was only growing hotter. You were suspended in space, and your mind was everywhere. Until, suddenly it wasn’t.

A shock of pleasure ran through you, and you let out a sharp, surprise filled moan. Your eyes snapped towards Unicron and his optics looked more focused than you had ever seen before. Your back arched and your head snapped back at the feeling of another wave of pleasure hitting you like a ton of bricks. A pressure formed at your clit, as if something, or someone, was rubbing against it, and you gasped. You twitched and cried out for Unicron.

Briefly, you wondered what this looked like from the alley. How weird a passerby would find the situation. You could only hope that, if you were found, their response would be “Oh, a person suspended in air, crying out from pleasure? This is normal for Brooklyn.” And that they would move on.

You were brought back to Unicron when he let out a low groan himself. “You are being so good,” His voice rumbled, causing you to let out another moan, “Much better listener than Scourge.” You could hear his distaste. You almost laughed, but another cry pushed past your lips as it felt like a small shock was pressed to your clit.

“Fuck,” You struggled out, “I’m gonna-” You gasped, “please let me cum!”

Every single bit of you tensed. Your back arched further and your toes curled. Your nails dug into your palms and you screamed out for Unicron. You rode the wave of ecstasy while still in the air, Unicron watching you as you writhed from satisfaction.

You felt yourself slowly descending back towards the platform and you let out a soft groan. You lay there for a minute, taking everything in. Unicron, still not saying anything, watched you closely.

You sat yourself up and looked into his optics, “Unicron…?” It was a question more than anything, causing him to give a low ‘hm’. “I’m telling Scourge you said I’m a better listener.”

Suddenly, everything was disappearing around you. Your eyes stayed on Unicron though. “Do tell him he needs to hurry, as well.”

He was gone, and you were back in that alley. On the hard, wet ground. You grimaced and scrunched your nose up. You huffed, stood up, and brushed yourself off. You were left alone, having to find Scourge on your own. Your body still burned at the thought of what had just happened, and you smirked at the thought of rubbing it in Scourge’s face.