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TAMARANEAN TROUBLE (AND A JEALOUS BIRD)

pairing: nightwing x male reader synopsis: Meeting your boyfriend’s ex was never easy, especially when she’s a literal goddess. But turns out she’s way more charming than you anticipated—and your new friendship with her starts to drive Dick a little nuts.

You had expected to feel a little awkward meeting his ex. After all, how often does someone casually meet the woman who used to date the guy you’re currently in love with—especially when that woman was the embodiment of alien royalty, radiant warmth, and god-tier beauty?

What you hadn’t expected was how nice she was.

“So you are Y/N,” Starfire said, floating slightly off the ground as she smiled at you with a kind of sunshine-bright sincerity that made it impossible to dislike her. “It is a pleasure to finally meet the one who makes Grumpy-Wing less grumpy.”

You laughed a little. “I—uh—thanks? It’s great to meet you too.”

And it was. But damn, she was...everything. Kind, smart, powerful, beautiful. You'd seen the pictures of her and Dick back in their early days—smiling, shoulder to shoulder, picture-perfect in ways that belonged on magazine covers and cheesy soap operas. Even now, years later, they moved around each other like they still shared an orbit. Not romantic—not anymore—but familiar.

And as the three of you moved through the Titan Tower that weekend, helping out with some team reconvening for a threat that thankfully didn’t escalate, you couldn’t help the thought that rooted in your head like poison ivy.

Why did you guys even break up?

They had chemistry. A history. Years of shared battles, shared glances, and emotional highs and lows. And you? You were just the guy Dick dated now. The guy who sometimes stumbled through fight choreography, who needed more coffee than sleep, and who couldn’t fly—unless you counted being thrown by a meta.

You didn’t voice it.

Of course not.

You smiled and teased, joined in the banter. But the seed had been planted. Every time she touched his arm affectionately or burst into laughter at something he said, it watered itself.

And Starfire? She was always so genuine with you.

“You are most humorous,” she beamed after you cracked a joke. “Dick never laughs that way. It is endearing.”

You blinked. “Thanks. I think.”

One afternoon, while Nightwing was busy coordinating with Cyborg, you and Kory found yourselves lounging on a terrace overlooking the bay, bathed in sunset light and quiet.

“You seem troubled,” she said gently, sipping something fizzy from a glass she probably made sparkle with her fingers.

“Nope,” you said. Then: “...Okay, maybe.”

She tilted her head. “Is it the comparison?”

You froze. She was looking at you with those big green eyes, not with judgment, but understanding. That made it worse somehow.

“I—what?” you asked, a bit too fast.

She smiled. “It is a natural thing. I have known Richard since he was very young, but that is no threat to what you share. If anything…” she leaned in a little, voice low, mischievous. “You and he are very hot together. It makes me wish I had taste in better timing.”

You stared.

“I mean it,” she went on, her smile widening as she leaned back. “Your dynamic is delightful. You challenge him. He softens around you in ways he never did before. And aesthetically? Glorious. Your hair alone could inspire three songs.”

You snorted. “Are you flirting with me?”

“I am complimenting,” she said innocently. “Unless you are open to being flirted with. In which case, yes.”

That was how you and Kory became best friends and when Dick began to act funny. Not in the ha-ha kind of way—no, you’d take goofy knock-knock jokes over what he was doing now.

First it was subtle. He started appearing in rooms he had no business being in. You’d be lounging in the common room, scrolling through Kory’s latest intergalactic memes, and suddenly Dick would appear with a clipboard, muttering something about “inventory checks.”

“In the living room?” you’d ask, raising a brow.

“Important living room supplies,” he’d mutter, shuffling cushions and trying very hard not to glare at your legs draped across Kory’s lap.

Then it escalated.

If Kory threw an arm over your shoulders in the hallway, Dick would suddenly need to “discuss patrol assignments.” If you so much as laughed too long at her joke, he’d swing by like a vulture in a domino mask, kissing your temple in a move so obviously territorial, it practically growled.

Kory noticed. Of course she did. She was a warrior, a princess, and now, your best friend. She took great delight in making your boyfriend squirm.

“Hello, Dick,” she would purr every time he showed up mid-conversation. “We were just discussing how your partner’s biceps have grown. He is becoming so sturdy.”

Dick’s eye would twitch. “Great. Love that. Very…sturdy.”

You tried to hide your smirk. Tried.

It all came to a head one evening while you and Kory were testing out her new “Earth-style fashion experiment.” Somehow, this translated into you wearing a sleeveless mesh top and Kory bedazzling your boots while perched upside down on the couch.

Dick walked in.

Paused.

Looked at you.

Then said, “Cool. When’s the drag show?”

You and Kory wheeze with laughter.

“Oh come on,” Dick huffed, folding his arms. “You two are literally one hair braid away from running off together.”

Kory beamed. “Do you give us your blessing?”

“I—what?! No—that’s not—” He pointed at you, then her, then back again. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

You stood up, sauntered over, and poked his chest. “Doing what, Grayson? Having fun without you?”

“You’re flirting.”

“She started it,” you said.

“And he is adorably receptive,” Kory added.

Dick groaned. “Unbelievable. My boyfriend and my ex-girlfriend are best friends and now they’ve unionized against me.”

You grinned and leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Hey. I’m still yours, y’know.”

He tried to stay mad. Really, he did. But the tips of his ears turned red, and his lips twitched upward despite himself. “Yeah. I know.”

Kory stood as well, looping an arm around each of your shoulders. “Do not worry. I will not steal your sparkly boyfriend.” She paused. “Unless you break his heart. In which case I will destroy you and then marry him on a moon garden beneath three suns.”

Dick stared. “That’s…oddly specific.”

“She’s been planning it,” you said, nodding seriously.

Kory winked. “I have the dress picked out.”

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Cyclonus having problems with his horde of minibots:

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Preview Cyclonus/Drift rareship commissioned by an awesome person

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cyclonus looks really cool in this style... one might even say, hot

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My TFA Cyclonus Sculpt is done!

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i colored that picture of barbie/rumble and spruced up the generic seeker/cyclonus i think they turned out pretty nice! i love giving them black protoforms instead of the silver they have in g1 i feel like it sets a nice contrast thats good for my cartoon style

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drew this cyclonus for the robot polls on twitter go vote him now or else ur not my friend anymore

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being megatron a little throne room pet, with a collar and leash, always sitting at his feet and following him around like a lost puppy

but you’re not a slave this is literally just your job you clock in to be cute and sit there uwu and then clock out to go pay your bills and watch soap operas while eating an entire family size portion of lasagna

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"Good night, sugar." ❤️‍🔥 _

Rogue vs. Magneto [X-Men vs. Street Fighter : 1996/1998]

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How To Catch a Cassette Player, a tutorial by Shockwave… this is actually how they recruited Soundwave into the decepticons, so I’ve heard… bribed him with ten million cassettes but now they have a buncha crazy lil things running around 🤨 they should’ve thought it thru better

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Meetings with the Decepticons are always a hoot

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if the seeker trine cornered autobot seeker reader 🫢 and they had a horny in-heat gangbang 🫨 and then overloaded inside autobot reader despite the fact their gestation chamber isn’t locked down 🥺 resulting in a “you’re gonna get me mech pregnant!!!”

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Sirris/reader/Sydney pregnancy thing

listen in my heart sirris is a bit of a freak

warnings: reader is described with a pussy but no gender/actual sex is given, dubcon, heavy pregnancy talk obvi, lactation mention, pseudo-incest??? its not really a focus but there is incest like vibes in here so be warned, no contact between sirris n syd tho

if ur reading this ill see you in hell

It was Sirris’ idea to invite you to dinner. You’re Sydney’s puppy-love partner. You two are so sickeningly close: attending mass regularly, walking to school together, chattering in hushed voices over the library counter. Sirris has been mulling over inviting you home for a while, but he wanted to wait. He wanted to make sure you were perfect for his little Sydney. Sirris just wants the best for him.

For all intents and purposes, you are very much a chaste and sweet person. Angelic some have said, convinced you bear a divine light of some sort. He thinks you’re very cute next to Sydney, two peas in a pod. Both of you, sweet and kind and, above all, obedient. Sirris has tried to urge his son to take it easy, that it’s okay to come out of his shell, but in some aspects it’s better that Sydney is such an obedient son. Certainly it’s easier to convince his little Syd to get between your spread thighs, even when the flush of his cheeks makes him look like he’s about to pass out from exertion.

Sirris lets you rest your head on his thighs, even as Sydney fucks into your cunt with barely restrained enthusiasm that borders on manic. He may be getting a bit too much pleasure out of this, enjoying the way you squeal and mewl under his little Syd, thighs trembling where they sit cupping Sydney’s hips. Every now and then you toss your head and brush his hard on with your cheek or forehead, eyelashes fluttering against the tops of your cheekbones. Above you, his little Syd is the picture of beauty, strands slipping loose of his hair tie, reflecting gold in the lamp light. He was so reluctant and shy to start, but he’s seemingly having trouble controlling himself now that he has his beloved spread before him. Sirris can remember being that age, so hesitant but so eager, sure that he would die if he couldn’t be with his love. He just wants that for Sydney; true love. Sirris had gently worked the idea in, assuring Sydney that it was okay to get you pregnant. You’re promised to each other; marriage is more of a formality than a necessity. And Sirris wouldn’t lie to him. If his father said it was okay to, goodness, get you pregnant, then it must be.

He would take care of everything for the both of you.

It will be an absolute delight to have you around the house when his little Syd’s seed has taken. He can finally move you out of that dreary orphanage; after all, wouldn’t it just be more hassle for your caretaker to have to take care of his ward’s baby? Sirris can already see you puttering around the house, sweet and respectful and growing rounder by the day. He knows Sydney will be a loving, devoted parent, overachieving in everything he attempts, but you’ll want for so much while pregnant. So much food, so much care, so much attention.

When you’ve grown beautifully round and heavy with his child, tits aching and leaking milk, you’ll want for nothing more than rest and a warm body pressed against you. He has to admit, you’re adorable every other day of the year, warm grin and bright eyes and soft skin, but you’ll be irresistible when you’ve the glow of pregnancy upon your face. You’re hard to look away from most days, shining like a stained glass angel in the setting sun, and Sirris has caught himself staring at you from across the staff parking lot. Chest tight with anxiety and stomach flipping at the undeniable heat you inspire in his loins. Too many mornings he’s awoken to a pitifully lonely bed, his own spunk cooling on his pajama pants and the phantom taste of your breast milk in his mouth. Too many nights have his memories of her been overlapped with images of you, his recollections becoming fuzzy around the edges when all he can think about is you and Sydney.

He knows he shouldn’t think it, he doesn’t want to wedge himself in your relationship, but there’s a part of him that waits patiently, giddily, at the thought you will be desperate for any sort of touch, and his Sydney, his poor, overworked, ever-busy Sydney, won’t be around much to relieve you. But Sirris is family, he will help you in any way you need. Any day now, you’ll be more than his child’s partner. You’ll be the piece that fills his family with joy and healing, ensuring that even if she’s gone a part of her will live on.

Sydney’s hips stutter at the end of his struggle, his face at once pinched in frustration but near relieved at the rising pleasure. Before he can think to pull away and finish on the valley of your pelvis, Sirris clasps a large, warm hand around his son’s hip and pulls him flush to your cunt. His smile is tender, fatherly, and incredibly self-satisfied. Sydney pulls away almost begrudgingly to look upon the mess he’s made, a flicker of regret passing across his face. Your own face is a conflicted mish-mash of guilt, embarrassment, and exhaustion. Sirris coos over you both, pressing a chaste kiss to Sydney’s sweaty forehead as he slips a very familiar plug into your dripping pussy. He can’t let this encounter go to waste, not when he finally has what he wants.

He’s all at once back to everyone’s favorite teacher, the responsible guardian, as he ushers you both to the bathroom to at least rinse the sweat off; brushing out Sydney’s hair even when he bristles with mortification at being babied. He just wants the best for Sydney, and the best is you. It may take some time, a bit more calculated coaxing, but Sirris is already thinking up ways to fit daily encounters into Sydney’s too-packed schedule. Adding it to his lesson plan sounds like the most efficient way, mulling the idea back and forth as he blowdries your hair, at least until you’re actually pregnant. It’s so rare that he’s able to get a live demonstration of such an important process.

If you feel apprehensive about his fatherly behavior or the way he talked his son into fucking you raw, you don’t say anything. You’re still a little out of it, unable to meet his eyes when he talks to you, but Sirris knows you’ll get used to it. He tucks the two of you into Sydney’s bed, his poor boy already drifting to sleep after a long day, but you watch Sirris leave with an expression that’s hard to place. Sirris just gives you a warm smile before he turns out the lights.

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forgor i started a starscream lactation fic

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Yandere G1 Autobots (★ ω ★) (part 1?)

Optimus Prime

00 + Optimus isn't hard to win over. If anything, he's certain it was sparkmates at first sight. He sees you as energetic and full of life, a bright light in the midst of so much pain. Seeing you openly and eagerly interacting with the his beloved comrades, getting up everyday ready to take on whatever life offers, this is what gets his spark pounding for you. He doesn't show it, especially not to the other Autobots, but there are many days where even getting up out of berth is hard for him. Optimus questions whether he's truly doing the right thing, if his choices will only result in his friends and the people he's trying to protect suffering in vain, but knowing he will get to see your smile is enough to pull him out of a glum mood. At this point, you may as well be the reason his spark beats...

01 + He's not so insecure and pushy as to think he has to watch you 24/7. In fact, observing you in secret is somewhat of a luxury to him, not an obligation, but he is incredibly protective. It's embedded in his coding. Even if you've proved countless times that you can care for yourself, Optimus obviously worries more for you than for any soldier under his command.

02 + He's never voiced it aloud to you (it's still far too early in, what Optimus is sure will be, your long and prosperous relationship) but he believes you two are fated for each other, Primus-ordained sparkmates if you will. In his processor, you two fit together like complementary pieces. He was made for you and you for him. He bristles at the mere mention another mech might have optics for you, but Optimus knows you two will be together. The idea that you might not be keen on dating your superior, much less be in a serious relationship with a Prime, is something he actively tries not to think about.

03 + Optimus has never used it, to your knowledge, but he does have access to all the rooms on the Ark. Just the idea is thrilling to him. That he could access you, your most personal space, any time he wants. The guilt and shame is still too much to actually use this access when you're in your habsuite, but he's invited himself in during one or two particularly hard days, so he can press his face into your pillow to inhale your scent and run his fingers along your most prized items. Imagining holding you in your very own berth is enough to send a shiver up his spinal strut. But it's only a matter of time before the novelty wears off.

04 + It's not immediately obvious to most mechs, but he tends to be much more stern when you're involved. He tries not to let it be too apparent. Once, Sideswipe clipped your leg when he was racing Sunstreaker to the rec room, and Optimus tore into them (well, for Optimus Prime) in front of the rest of the Autobots. They were on clean-up duty for two months and bumped to the latest lunch schedule.

05 + Should he find you getting too close to another mech, Optimus, though loathe to do it, is not above using his authority and social standing to put a wedge between you two. The mech may come to Optimus for relationship advice, or general advice on handling being so close to someone while in the middle of a war, and OP would pounce on the opportunity to gently convey just how dangerous that is for you; what a strain that could put on the Autobots' morale and camaraderie, should this mech find themselves too distracted with your safety in the heat of battle. If they don't come to him, Optimus might instead reach out to them or you to express concern over how much of a distraction this could be for the Autobot cause.

06 + If really pushed, if you really tried to put distance between you and him, or, Primus forbid, tried to leave, Optimus wouldn't be the type to use brute force. However, he's definitely not leaving you unrestrained. Getting you locked up in the brig is his first choice, since it makes sense for his position, but if you continued to be fussy and difficult, he would instead make it a permanent solution by locking you up in his quarters. Optimus isn't proud of it, and certainly would prefer to let you roam free, but you're clearly not thinking rationally. You may not understand now, but he knows you'll eventually see that the two of you were made for each other. You just haven't caught up yet. The Matrix allows him to understand and see the universe for how it ought to be; a way to convene with Primus' will, some believe. Optimus feels a pull to you that must be something divine. You just haven't felt it yet.

Prowl

00 + Most likely is drawn to you if you're soft and agreeable. He's not attracted to the overly sentimental, not usually, but you're able to 'see passed' his hardass demeanor and try to see the mech underneath all the logical armor. What you don't know is, that's just Prowl. Yes, he's got a spark and feelings, but the Prowl you see is who he truly is. Only later do you realize, and by then it's too late. Prowl is smitten with you. He's never been the object of so much positive attention and earnest effort. He's absolutely ravenous for more.

01 + Will write you up to keep you on the Ark, safe from Decepticon activity. In his strategic plans, you're almost always pushed back away from the frontlines. Prowl rationalizes, even to himself, that your ranged capabilities are much more important for the Autobot offense/defense than any hand-to-hand grappling you could do. Whether or not that actually proves to be true...

02 + Even if it's not actually logistically possible, Prowl is pretty intent on keeping you away from the other Autobots. At least socially and intimately. Assigning you the longest patrol routes, putting you in the brig for extended periods for minor violations, and, most egregiously, covertly spreading (false) rumors of your Decepticon ties. Anything to keep you isolated from what he sees as corrupting influences. Prowl is quite aware that if you have the option of other mechs for company, you're less likely to choose your stern superior. Even if you come to him out of desperation, for now that's good enough.

03 + Prowl is likely significantly older than you, even if there's no species difference, so he feels almost obligated, responsible, for showing you the ways of the world. Guiding you like a mentor would. To him, it's not just about keeping you safe but it's also romantic. That he gets his own servos on shaping and molding you, on fitting your experience with the world in a way that is... appropriate, according to his sensibilities. He doesn't just want to impress his own sense of rationale and morality upon you, although that is part of it, but also ensure you understand why a mech like him is the obvious choice for someone like you. He's certain you'll come to understand his logic and embrace it.

04 + Even with you, even should you miraculously put up with him, Prowl isn't going to readily share his loneliness with you. He finally has you within reach, he's not going to mess this up. If anything, the idea of having you firmly within his grasp only makes him more uptight. He's just waiting for some bot to try to swoop in and steal you away, a scenario he's quite paranoid about. He's tried to come up with multiple strategies to avoid this, but his most effective, and most used, by far is isolating you from other mechs. It's fine if you're lonely, it's fine if you end up ostracized like him, but you aren't allowed to leave him. He's going to keep you by his side and that's that.

05 + He's not the easiest to talk to, but, like Jazz, he can recite everything you've ever told him word for word. Prowl even takes a bit of pride in cataloguing the information you let him have. He's a logical kind of mech, not able to handle emotions well, but how you think and feel: well, that's just a fact about you to be filed away for later. How other mechs feel can be a way to manipulate them, a way to pinpoint their weaknesses, but from you it's a way to delve deeper into your processor and find out how you really tick. With this information, in his mind, Prowl can find out what you need in order to stay at least complacent at his side.

06 + The end justifies the means, so Prowl is definitely not opposed to using force. He won't necessarily like it, but there's plenty of things he's had to do that he doesn't like. If he needs to take limbs, he will take limbs. If he has to keep you suspended in a cage, he'll make it happen. This is something you will come to live with, he's certain of it. Every being can be bent to fit they mold they live in, adapted to the environment given enough time. It's only logical that an upright spinal strut will bend. You will come to learn that what you need, Prowl can provide, and, hopefully, one day you'll be grateful to him for what you have.

Jazz

00 + Jazz is used to being the life of the party, close to every mech in the Ark, but you draw him in with how quiet and understanding you appear. Gentle. It's much different from all the mechs Jazz is around day in and day out, used to the rough and tumble, the rowdy, the friendly bordering on manic, but you are quieter in your kindness. Jazz loves a good party, but what he would love even more is a pair of arms to wrap around him like they'll never let go, like they never want to let go. He's almost a bit crazy for it.

01 + Equal parts friendly and enigmatic, Jazz is impossible to get away from. If he's not by your side he's got optics on you. Not necessarily physical optics, either. You can be in a room totally alone and yet feel like you're being watched constantly. Gathering intel is second nature to Jazz at this point, so it's hardly a chore to him to keep tabs on you. In fact, the thought has never crossed his mind that maybe he shouldn't. If he's not by your side, he still wants to know every part of your day. Just in case you try to lie to him.

02 + Even with his visor on, his gaze is piercing. It can feel like Jazz is dissecting you in the middle of small talk. He still has that friendly smile on, but every word feels like you need to make a deliberate choice to keep him happy. Intense, you could call it. In his processor, Jazz is just taking in everything there is about your features, committing them to memory. He already has a good idea of how you'll answer his questions, so really it's just a way to spend time with you.

03 + You'll want to treat him like a friend and a confidante. This is Jazz, the life of the party and everyone's favorite superior, why wouldn't you want an excuse to spend time with him. But the more time you spend with him the more wrong it will feel. Somehow he'll weasel his way into getting an invitation to your habsuite, carefully inspecting everything and asking questions about your life. Before you realize it, you're spending every day with him at your side. And every part of it feels off. He's your cool, fun-loving superior. Spending time with him is doing wonders for your credibility among the other Autobots. Still, there's something overbearing, something just under the surface, that you can't quite name. An intention or an expectation, perhaps. Somehow, you feel like you may be expected to pay him back...

04 + He loves to leave his items in your habsuite, and would love it if you would , in turn, leave things in his room, as well. The intermingling of your items. As if you two are but a hop away from living together. If you insist on keeping your things separate, picking up items you may have left, he may be forced to 'lift' a few things from your room. Of course, he'll always play it off like you forgot these items in his habsuite yourself, feigning concern over your strenuous work schedule, but Jazz is all smiles. This would be so much less of a problem if you would just room with him.

05 + Jazz would prefer you come to him rather than him having to tie you up, but he's not exactly opposed to the idea. He just prefers the assurance that you want him when you come to him of your own accord, even if that is because of his own slow pulling and prodding. It's like the old myth of the frog in the pot of water, Jazz will slowly get you used to the idea of being with him, so that overtime you become amenable to actions and situations that should be kept between romantic partners. Slowly he blurs the line between you, where you don't think to question whether he's your friend or lover. You'll simply seek him out without asking yourself why.

06 + A Jazz that isn't smiling is not one you want to be alone with. He's not happy with how you've been avoiding him, seeking out other mechs, trying to explain to Optimus that Jazz is making you uncomfortable. That hurts, love. He's just trying to be friendly. But perhaps you're trying to push him to take action on what he feels. If you wanted him to show you what you do to him then he's happy to oblige.

Ironhide

00 + He's unequivocally drawn to how playful you are with him. Perhaps you two will banter back and forth, nothing really venomous despite the jabs at his age and the scars across his frame. Perhaps you've just got a silly, lighthearted way about you, making off-kilter, borderline incomprehensible jokes that never fail to get a laugh out of the more gruff and serious Autobots. Ironhide likes that you have a way of keeping things bright and lively, laughing even when the odds are against you.

01 + He doesn't like to admit he's got a soft spot for you. Ironhide doesn't like to admit he's got a soft side at all (though he's not as repressed as Brawn when it comes to his feelings). He knows there's a time and place for being open and vulnerable, but Ironhide isn't one for poetic words or giving you flowers. He's all about holding you down in the ways that count, even if you don't ask or want him to. Ironhide is more about blowing a Decepticon's face off if they so much as lay a servo on you. That's romance in Ironhide's book.

02 + Ironhide knows he's older than most mechs, but that doesn't get him down. In fact, he sees it as a bit of a challenge from younger impertinent mechs. Sure, he doesn't have a smooth faceplate or a sexy alt-mode, but he's got more to offer. He has what you need, what he knows you need, even if you don't realize it yourself.

03 + He expects to be 'taking the lead' in your (nonexistent) relationship, so while he tends to be bossy towards every Autobot it's most prevalent with you. He has to keep you in line, is all, and keep you out of trouble. He's also not opposed to mech-handling you if need be. It's acceptable, in his opinion, because you two are basically an item and conjunxes need to be firm and raw with each other. You need to do right by your conjunx even if other mechs don't understand or approve.

04 + Has been known to pull you down onto his lap while he's in the middle of a card game with the other higher ups. Try as you might, fidgeting and nervous laughing, he's got a firm grasp and doesn't intend to let his paramour slip away in his free time. There's nothing he likes better than spending his break sipping high-grade, playing cards, and holding his wriggling sweetspark on his lap.

05 + He doesn't mind a chase, but don't make him chain you down. Ironhide likes when you play coy and hard to get, but eventually the game gets old. He'll chase you down if he has to, but he can't promise you'll like what happens when he catches you. Is much more keen on using physical intimidation to keep you compliant. Ironhide doesn't want to go through the hassle of keeping you locked up, and really where's the fun in keeping you all cooped up in his habsuite? No, he prefers reminding you why it's only him that can keep you safe, even if that means you have to get hurt in the process.

06 + Won't just mech-handle you into his lap once he's determined you won't be so fussy with him anymore. You may grumble and complain, but Ironhide argues that he needs to hold you on his lap while he writes these boring reports. Don't worry, he assures, he'll reward you for good behavior. But the crooked grin on his face says this reward will do more for him than it will for you.

Ratchet

00 + You probably drew his attention with your earnest and hardworking nature and/or bravery in the face of the unknown. He's met plenty of bots in his time, seen some of the brightest sparks dim in under the crushing weight of the war, but there are a special few that stand out as resilient and everlasting. Ratchet has learned to hold these individuals close, otherwise there is no point. There is no meaning to the struggle if there's not something beautiful and righteous to fight for.

01 + Ratchet is overwhelmingly the most paranoid about your safety. Plenty of Autobots have seen casualties of war, but none more so than Ratchet. He's the one who has to patch every mech up for Primus' sake, the one to put all the pieces back together. He's seen the worst of what the Decepticons can do and he's determined to never have to put you back together. In his concern, Ratchet can be quite overbearing and mean. Of all the mechs, he's probably the hardest to get along with the more love he holds for you. He's almost more stubborn and unmovable than Prowl. Almost.

02 + This is a mech that's really kind of stumped on how to get close to you. He's older than you by a large amount, he's not exactly the friendliest mech, and it's been a while since he's had to push himself to socialize with someone new. Someone he feels so strongly for. Ratchet's way of handling this is probably to force you into the medbay to learn a thing or two about basic repairs and medical practice. It's important and it kills two birds with one stone: you get a bit more hands-on experience with medical care and he gets to be around you. Maybe this way, some of that worry he's constantly holding for you will diminish (it doesn't).

03 + Perhaps the most ornery when it comes to other mechs showing interest in you. Ratchet is well aware how hard he is to get along with, and feels the distance between you, so it puts him on edge when he even thinks about someone more suitable for you figuring out that they could, hypothetically, have a chance. He may not be the youngest bot or the strongest or the most romantic, but what he feels for you is deeper and more meaningful than the way these grunts thirst for you like unruly mutts. They just want something succulent to sink their teeth into, Ratchet, on the other hand, knows what love is. He's fought tooth and nail to keep everything he has safe, he knows the worth of an honest spark. Just let him show you what you mean to him.

04 + He doesn't rush to use his position as CMO to influence you, even though he has overriding authority in cases involving the health and safety of the Autobots. Ratchet doesn't like lording his position over others in the first place. That being said, if there were certain circumstances, such as you being specifically, aggressively targeted by the Decepticons or perhaps a recent near-death encounter, then Ratchet isn't unwilling to formally request you be put on a strictly monitored schedule. Preferably one where you have to frequently check in with a commanding officer in the medbay at certain times.

05 + In fact, with your frequent visits to the medbay, courtesy of scheduled mandatory checkups, you find yourself feeling more weak and lethargic over time. Ratchet assures you he's looking for the cause, but encourages you to rest on a medical berth any time you feel dizzy or faint. Maybe it's your recent workload? Or maybe it's the supplement shots Ratchet has been giving you? He insists you need them for you, supposed, weak constitution. The ceiling of the medbay has become a familiar sight with all the time you spend resting there.

06 + Ratchet is more than pleased with how things have turned out. Sure, he doesn't love drugging you to keep you compliant and docile and, most importantly, within easy access, but a mech has to do what he has to do. When you give him that sleepy, sweet smile and thank him for all his help, apologize for the burden you've put on him, that makes all of this worth it. There's been such a notable shift in your relationship with him, how much more you've come to rely on him, that it wipes away any guilt he might have felt for doing this to you. You're just absolutely darling when you're limp in his arms, letting him ease you back on the medical berth. Hopefully, after the war is settled, he can open up a little clinic on Cybertron, again, and have you close at his side everyday. If he can just keep you safe and out of harms way until then, any questionable action he's had to take will be worth it.

07 + In the event you try to push him away or find out what he's doing, Ratchet won't even have to do anything. Surprisingly, Ratchet is friends (or friendly enough) with quite a few mechs, ones that are obvious and those that are less so, and they will be the ones to pressure you to forgive Ratchet and give him a chance. He's done so much for the Autobots, for Earth, why won't you just let him have this one thing? Give him a chance, he's not that bad once you get to know him. Sure, he's a bit gruff and short-tempered, but he's got a good and noble spark. Ratchet has saved more lives than you could even fathom, has been at the forefront of the war since the beginning, he deserves something meaningful and beautiful. And really, could you even do any better than Ratchet? You're going to be getting pressure from all sides, even plenty of humans owe Ratchet for his willingness and readiness to help. Yikes.

Bumblebee

00 + Let's be real, Bumblebee is probably attracted to you because you make him feel important. It's not necessarily that you make him feel special or that he's craving glory, but you make him feel like 10x the mech he is. You might be delicate or 'fragile' in a sense, someone he sees as vulnerable and in need of protection, but what primarily attracts him to you is that he gets to be the mech that protects you. Perhaps you came to him looking for physical or emotional protection or maybe it's that he's always the first to jump to your defense in battle. You probably have a good history of needing him to be your strength. Bee is known for his overwhelming bravery and good-heart, but very rarely does he actually feel like a hero or a warrior. To him, this position as your guardian is worth more than any military achievement.

01 + Bee doesn't love spying on you. In fact, despite how easy it is for him, he doesn't think it's very romantic or effective when it comes to being close to you. He may be able to gather all the information, but what does it matter if it doesn't lead to a romantic relationship? He'll still do it, just to ensure you don't have a secret lover, but as far as gathering of intel about you it's not his primary way of trying to close the distance. He'd prefer to be close enough to you emotionally that you'll just tell him what he wants to know, anyway.

02 + He's not the strongest the Autobots, but that doesn't make him a pushover. In fact, he's perhaps more scary because he knows he has to play underhanded to keep other mechs away. Bee isn't opposed to getting his servos dirty and hurting other mechs, especially if they're much bigger than him. He once sabotaged Sunstreaker's gym equipment because the mech wouldn't stop pestering you, and this incident put Sunny in the medbay for a week with an injured spinal strut. In Bee's opinion, this is just a necessary evil for the person he loves.

03 + I wouldn't describe him as jealous, because he knows he's a better potential partner than many of the emotionally stunted mechs in the Autobots, but he is unsure whether you'll be attracted to his frame. He's cute, he's harmless, he's not exactly a stud. It's a constant looming insecurity. You make him feel strong and formidable, but is that how you see him? Bee works hard to be the only mech you can think about, the only mech you'll want to think about, sometimes acting in risky or rash ways when he knows you're watching him fight. It's worth any punch to the faceplate if you perceive him as stronger than he is.

04 + Bee 100% wriggles his way into all your free time. It's hard to tell him no, because he's so sweet and friendly. He just wants to be close to you. And he's everybody's little buddy! Would you really tell him to buzz off? Even if you're exasperated, it's often just easier to let him stay by your side than to risk seeing that crestfallen little frown cross his face. He's good company, though, and is willing to sit in silence with you if that's what you want. Just so long as he can be shoulder-to-shoulder with you, in the same space as you, that's all Bee wants for now. Kisses and hugs are common with Bee, he's a more physically comfortable mech than a lot of the other Autobots, and this translates well to his relationship with his human friends. With you, however, the frequency of this type of intimacy can be... not so subtle.

05 + Always volunteers for joint missions with you. If you're going to do anything official, on the field, for the Autobots, he wants to be there. What if he's not there and you get captured? What if he's not there and Starscream has a gun to your head? No, he has to be there! Bee has definitely, over time, filled your mind with all sorts of horror stories of the things he's had to witness over the course of the war. For Bumblebee, this is what he was forged into. The only world he has really experienced. He's just telling you cautionary tales, so maybe you won't stray too far from his side and end up in danger. Even if he's not exactly the strongest mech, when it comes to your safety Bee acts with uncharacteristic ruthlessness. You bring out a side of him that not even his closest friends have seen. He's a different mech entirely when you're involved.

06 + Will blackmail the fuck out of you if you try to push him away. He can't exactly do physical intimidation, even if you're a human. It's just so... barbaric! It's cruel to insinuate he may hurt you (even if it's largely just a bluff). But he's not above playing dirty, as stated before. He'll use anything he has on you at his disposal, even if it makes you turn cold and distant. It's not what he wants to do! You pushed him into it! You have to take as much responsibility as him for this... He's quite scary when he gets serious about hurting you financially/mentally/socially, like a switch has flipped and his sunny personality is gone. You are clearly very important to him.

07 + Don't stay mad at him too long. He may decide he doesn't like the 'new attitude' and get irate with you. Bemoans that you aren't even giving him a chance while he's threatening you. ^.^"

[rawmeknockout]

smh i actually started the sequel to my bumblebee/seeker gangbang forever ago i just have to finish it i should do that first instead

because bumblebee is my favorite special guy i want to make content where he is a toxic yandere 🙈 i think he should be able to get a little crazy with it a little violent even i want to make the most self indulgent dark fics

[rawmeknockout]

because bumblebee is my favorite special guy i want to make content where he is a toxic yandere 🙈 i think he should be able to get a little crazy with it a little violent even i want to make the most self indulgent dark fics