SG!Optimus Prime x Cybertronian!reader

       “How dare she!” a certain F/C femme fumed as she destroyed her berthroom. Her berth laid in shambles and whatever item that was not secured to the floor was thrown against the wall. Y/N had caught her ‘co-worker’, Arcee literally hanging off her sparkmate and he allowed it to happen! Optronix made no protest to the piece of slag’s advances. Y/N glowered down at her scorched splattered floor. She could not simply go out and beat the living frag out of Arcee so Y/N decided to seek Smokescreen’s council. Maybe he could come up with proper revenge.

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       “Sounds like you have some competition, my sweet Y/N” the younger, manipulative mech purred.  Y/N rolled her optics and slammed a blaster to his cheek, making the little shit chuckle nervously.

       “I didn’t come here to cry my circuit boards out. You’re good at revenge plans. Give me one!” Smokescreen processor raced. What hadn’t he done yet? The angry femme’s engine roared with impatience as she growled. “I’m waiting!”

       “Oh! Um… why don’t you paint her armor pink? She hates at color. Oh and make it permanent paint!” A twisted smile made it way to the femme’s faceplate. She knew just the place to acquire such supplies.

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       A small shadow slipped in and out of the dark corners of the ship, slowly making its way to Arcee’s berthroom. Upon reaching the entrance, the shadow shuttered. Punishment was going to be severe but so worth it. ‘This’ll teach her to mess with my mech!’ Y/N slipped in quietly, avoiding the junk that lay all over the floor. The paint bomb was then placed ever so gently onto the opposing femme’s tank and set to thirty human minutes. She backed up and exited but the sparkling-like sly smile adorning her faceplate vanished as her back it something. Y/N didn’t even need to turn to figure out who her surprise visitor was as the heat alone spoke volumes.

       “And what were you doing in Arcee’s berthroom, my spark?” A clawed servo made its way from her shoulder to her waist making her twitch in anticipation. It had been many a cycle since the last ‘shared night’ between the two. Suddenly Optronix grabbed her by the upper appendage and dragged her down the silent hall.

                20 minutes left.

       Arcee peeked out from behind the berth. It had been so dark, that stupid Y/N couldn’t tell that the femme on the bed was nothing more than a pile of strategically placed junk. Quickly and carefully picking the fragile device up, she speed down the hall after the two sparkmates.

                15 minutes left.

       Optronix traced over his mate’s neck cables making her mewl. He knew that Y/N could act like a sparkling sometimes but her behavior was one of the VERY few things that still made him smile. The Dark Lord missed these moments. Ever since the development with the relics, He had had little time to himself or his mate. He did have a scary rep to keep.

       “Optronix~” groaned as he nipped the lower sides of her faceplate and his entire frame shuttered in pride.

                4 minutes left.

       Arcee had gathered the rest of the Autobots to watch Y/N’s revenge backfire. The black and orange femme smirked and mentally thanked Smokescreen for spilling. Being a domineering femme had its perks sometimes. All the Autobutts now stood at the entrance the prime’s berthroom. The door left slightly ajar in the lovers’ haste, just enough for Arcee to roll the bomb in.

                5…

       Y/N leaves scratch marks on her mate’s back plates

                4…

       Smokescreen feels the impending feeling of dread over take his tank.

                3…

       Optronix hears a thump.

                2…

       Arcee immediately regrets her actions

                1…

       Optronix turns to see the bomb flash rapidly. His cold red optics widen and he pushed Y/N onto the floor, shielded from the blast by the berth.

                0…

       The bomb hits zero and Optronix is blinded by the color pink. How could this have happened? The now- seething mech wipes the paint from his eyes to see his entire team staring at him, flabbergasted. He then leans over his pink berth to find his spark mate dying of laughter. Her faceplate was blue and her vents blasted hot air. Y/N looks up at the mech, her frame sore from heavy laughter but she stops cold.

       “Oh frag” the F/C femme jumped up, gracefully dodging the mech’s grasp and speeding towards the door. Just as her helm passes through the door way, Y/N is grabbed from behind. Optronix drags her back into the darkness of the room. From the door way, Bumble Bee holds up three digits, wordlessly wishing his sibling good luck before shutting the hatch.

       “You will pay for this!” The prime snarled. Y/N felt her energon grow cold. ‘This is going to be a long night’.