#He loves his bitlets

[spymeister]

Trying to keep ahead of three growing bitlets is tiring on a relatively sole Polyhexian these days. His programming has him missing the bustle of his creche, and the flurry of voices and help that should have been there.

He's not a mechanism that is given towards regrets, or even towards sorrow. One learns early that life is not fair, and that to Live, instead of just surviving is the ultimate goal one should strive for. Still, even he has his moments of profound sorrow.

He thinks of the silken-smoke voice of his sire, harmonious with the rough, sultry one of his carrier. He can hear his elder sibling's dark honey voice, the boisterous laughter that had been Rico's signature.

The high, delighted chittering of Sonata's excitement at finding another cousin.

These sounds are recorded in his processor, and onto databanks hard-coded and hidden deeply in his archives. He plays them from the speakers at his hips, and on his shoulders. It soothes the ache in his spark to hear their long-ago presences.

And to let the bitties know, that even while they are something of an endangered species these days.

As long as he's there with them, they'll never truly be alone.

[witchofthesouls]

Bratty top rooster Sentinel is something I didn't know I needed and now I'm nosebleeding so hard, thank you for the delicious food 👌👌👌

It's something I didn't know I needed that as well.

It's the Sentinel Prime redemption arc where everyone wins: we get to see Sentinel get taken down and destroyed by kinky sex and bitties, the Primes get to keep their cute, proud, little secretary on their side by letting him stud/sire/donate upon them, Megatronus never Fell and gets to keep his wife and husbands, and Sentinel gets his historical achievements by becoming the father of carried Cybertronians down the line and the only mortal to not just bang every Prime's valve but directly sire a spark lineage upon all Thirteen.

[tinydefector]

Dudeee i am soooo curious what happened to baby/or sparkling (I think that's the term of baby on transformers) Megatron with the human :33333

Baby baths

Megatron x human reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: bathing

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Megatron hums light as he cradles the tiny baby in his arms as gently as his massive servos allow. red optics gaze down in awe at the tiny child. "Fragile little thing," he rumbles softly, tone warmer than anyone might have believed possible. Megatron softly traces tiny fingers and wriggling his servo as tiny hands grip instinctively at his plating. The bitlet coos up at their sire, drawing a low purr Megatron as he smiles.

"My little star," he murmurs reverently. They giggle back up at him which makes his optics crinkle in adoring love. “Yes you my little star” he rumbles again only to hear his lover call out. “bathes ready” they make their way back over to Megatron. "OK let me grab them" they call out while waiting for Megatron to lean down enough to grab their baby. "Come here bubba" they coo.

Megatron chuckles as they pull their parents' cheeks squealing in excitement. “it still baffles me that you let sparkling water in this young” he hums as they move into the washroom. Megatron follows behind.

His optics linger on his lover as they slowly slide down to sit in the bath with their baby, setting them into the shallow water of the bath. They shoot Megatron a smile as their baby splashes water giggling and squealing in delight. “Yes, yes I know you love bath time.” With great care, Megatron lowers himself to sit on the floor beside the tub so he can rest his hand on the side while they sit in the water. The delight written across their little one's face is mirrored in his partner's smile.

Megatron finds himself leaning nearer, stooping low to better hear each tiny chatter and coo. Never did he imagine sharing in such mundane joys of new life - yet in this moment, this was the only place he wished to be.

"Yes papa’s here too" They coo at their child who squeals in delight as they grab at his large hand. "Maybe if you ask him real nicely he'll shrink and come sit in the bath with us" they tease their child who just giggles and smiles up at Megatron with big baby eyes.

Megatron's spark fluttered for a moment. At his partner's playful suggestion, a low rumble of mirth emerges from his engines. "As my little star commands," he replies gently, optics alight with joy.

Systems whir in concentration, slowly shifting as his frame decreases in size until his massive frame is smaller. A Servo gentle waves in the water, mindful of his reduced bulk yet enjoying each happy trill his actions invoke. Crimson gaze lifts adoringly between his sparkling, no baby and partner, he corrects himself.

He slowly steps into the bath cautious not to hurt either of his sweetsparks as he sits down. Scooping a few palmfuls to cascade over them in steady streams. "Look at you, you've come so far since the first time you held them, God you were so afraid to hurt them, when i placed them in your arms" they tease.

his little one wobbling eagerly towards their sire's outstretched arms. With the help of their parent. a rumble of profound affection rumbles from him as he carefully scoops them up in his arms, holding them close yet steady against his chassis.

"And I was," he murmurs gratefully, crimson optics flick with the memory files playback that first trembling moment, terror of crushing their delicate frame. Now, little hands pat fearlessly against his armour, drawing a purr from the ex warlord. As his partner and child settle securely against his chassis, Megatron vents softly in contentment.

"You should take your helmet off" they state Megatron hesitates, gazing between his child cheerfully playing and his partner's gentle request. Carefully he disengages catches holding the aged metal in place. Lifting it away exposes the sensitive finials beneath. They flick slightly before they flare out. His partner smiles softly, stroking the damp plating. Warmth blooms through Megatron's core at their touch, he gently brings one of their hands to his lips in a soft kiss.

The little one giggles with grabby hands as they try and reach out for the decorated finials, they twitch softly as his lover pats the side of one. "There's My handsome mech" they coo only for their baby to basically scale up Megatron's chest to try and touch the finials. Megatron meets their eager eyes with a fond flash of his own. Allowing his plating to expand just enough, he steadies them within reach of their goal, purring encouragement.

"Carefully now, little light," he rumbles gently, systems swelling with affection as tiny hand explore the finials, gripping and running along the metal. "Papa’s very pretty isn't he" they coo to their child.

Megatron releases a hum of contentment, optics brightening at his designations. ‘Pretty’ was never a choice word in his millennia of warfare - yet hearing it from his lover makes him believe it is true.

"Only through your eyes, beloved," he answers gently, nuzzling their shoulders as he relaxed. They continue to lay in the bath together with their child playing as they both watch. "You should let your finials out more. They are beautiful, " they call Megatron. "Think it would spook the crew if you walked around without your helmet?" They tease softly

Megatron emits a low chuckle, imagination sparked by the mental image. "Indeed, the crew would be in for quite a shock." Finials flick thoughtfully at his partner's praise, warmth pulsing through circuitry. "Coming from your lips, beloved, no praise could mean more." They lean back slightly, a hand moving to his face plate tracing soft patterns before they pull him down into a gentle kiss. They break away only when more squeals can be heard from the little one which makes Megatron rumble a chuckle. “I believe they want out of the bath now”

Hisnlover sighs softly. “mmm once I've put them to bed, would you like to have a proper bath with me?. This is nice and I really enjoy it” Megatron presses a soft peck to their forehead. “that would be lovely sweetspark, but only if it's in the larger pool”

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[transingthoseformers]

MegOp after and during the Orion Arc is insaneeee it makes me feel normal (i say like a liar)

Megatron was so gentle until he felt Orion pulling away again, and he tried to hold on tighter but that only ended up driving him away in the end.

I think Optimus would have some very complicated feelings about being sparked during that time, and when he looks at his bitlet he sees the gladiator he fell in love with years ago and it breaks his spark remembering how bright-eyed they both once were.

aughhhh my heart🥺

[mychlapci]

Unknowingly carrying Tfp Ratchet! Has a quick but incredibly painful emergence while everyone is still out on a mission. He does not get much time at all to process that he’s been carrying this entire time until he has push, and since it’s sire is Optimus it’s a bigger sparkling, and he would almost be surprised that he hasn’t shown this whole time if it weren’t for the fact that he’s currently trying to push it’s huge head out of his valve. When he’s finally done giving birth to the sparkling he quickly pulls it up into his arms and wipes it free of birthing fluids, and then really takes a moment to just admire the sparkling and process what had just happened.

Like, he really just gave birth to a sparkling he didn’t know he was carrying all this time, but the little bitlet was so beautiful, he couldn’t help but already fall in love with them despite the circumstances. Just his little unexpected miracle.

But then he has to shakily limp over to activate the ground bridge after he gets a com from OP that they were finished with the mission. Just imagine everyone’s reactions (especially Optimus’ when he finds out he’s a sire now) when they see that Ratchet suddenly has a sparkling, and the still fresh mess of fluids on the ground that looked like somebody got murdered.

that's one hell of a surprise for the team to come back to...

[lets-try-some-writing]

Have a surprise sparkling

The blip on the monitor showed up as an unaligned bot. They had to get this bot to their side before the other team got to them.

One Ground Bridge later to the spot where the blip showed up. The Autobots got to the spot first and the team composed of Optimus, Bumblebee, Arcee, and Wheeljack. Wheeljack was bored and wanted to go along just in case the 'cons showed up or were already there. Optimus and the rest had their weapons out but Bumblebee spotted something in the underbrush of the forest. Optimus goes over and kneels to gently move the plants away from what Bumblebee saw.

The group flinched back when they heard the sound of a distressed sparkling. Optimus puts away his blaster and talks softly to the frightened sparkling.

"Hey, little one. It is ok. We won't hurt you." Optimus said while holding his hand out to the little one.

The sparkling looks up to Optimus with its soft purple optics and slowly crawls to him. He felt safe and wasn't like the squishy things running around. Optimus slowly picked up the sparkling and stood up.

"I can't believe we found a sparkling," Arcee said while keeping a lookout for the Decepticons.

Optimus nods to her while Wheeljack coms Ratchet.

"Hey, doc? We might need you to set up your med bay" Wheeljack smiled as Ratchet got agitated by his words.

After a minute, the Ground Bridge opened up, and the group stepped through into the Autobot base. The sparkling looks around at the new bots and location. Once Ratchet saw the sparkling he went over to Optimus.

"This is the first sparkling I saw in millions of years after Bumblebee came to be." He took the sparkling to do a checkup on the little one.

Optimus stood nearby as Ratchet did a full checkup on their new little guest. The sparkling was a Femme and in perfect health besides needing a clean. She did not like Ratchet doing a checkup on her and squirmed in his grasp.

"She has spirit, you got to admit," Wheeljack said as the sparkling swatted at Ratchet's servos and tools.

Jack, Miko, and Raf just showed up after school in Bulkhead and saw the rest of their giant friends surround Ratchet's workspace.

"What has got everyone so interested in what Ratchet is doing?" Miko said as she started walking over to the others.

Once the sparkling started making noise Bulkhead went over to see. Miko looked confused at the noise.

"What was that?" Jack said as he got close enough to Optimus.

Optimus just held his hand out to the kids and lifted them to get a look at the bitlet. Miko's eyes widened, and she gasped. Jack and Raf are equally surprised at this.

"This is what we call a sparkling. A rare thing on Cybertron. A femme no less." Optimus said to the kids.

Miko is bouncing with joy at seeing a baby robot in person. Raf just thinks and speaks up to the Autobots.

"How are sparklings made? They had to come from somewhere." Bumblebee beeps in agreement with Raf because he doesn't know himself.

Ratchet just thinks about how to explain this to the children. He didn't even know if they had 'the talk' as June said.

"It is like what humans do." Ratchet eventually said to the human children.

Miko just groaned at that but didn't ask again. Jack looked at the sparkling and noticed something in her mouth.

"What is that on the roof of her mouth?" Jack said to Ratchet.

Confused, Ratchet carefully opens the sparkling's mouth to see what Jack is talking about. The sparkling squeals, but Ratchet goes on, and he gasps at what he sees.

"By the Primes. She has Solus Prime's mark" he said as he activated a camera in his digit to show the symbol.

The rest of Team Prime gasp at the symbol. Even Optimus had a look of shock on his face.

Ooooooooh an interesting beginning to a fic! Everyone loves sparkling cuteness <3

[savvymantis]

Heatwave Romantic Headcanons

He's rough around the edges, caught up in keeping a tough guy act, but he does care. It's easier to get him to relax in private, though, since he's not too keen for the others to think he's soft on you. He is, but they don't need to have evidence of it.

It can be hard to find a moment to yourselves, especially before Griffith Rock learns of the Rescue Bots' true identities. Still, sometimes the base is left empty, or sometimes there's a spot on a hill he finds and drives you to when things are quiet. Heatwave's not the best with words, so sometimes it sounds like he's just complaining and using you as a stress toy to hug. But you can hear what's not said, how every "They never stop bothering me" translates into "I never get to spend time with you." With time, he gets better at being more direct, but he still complains that he's so busy and there's never time for cuddles.

Speaking of cuddling, it's not the end of the world for Heatwave, but he does enjoy having you lying on him or against him. Your touch is soothing, and it eases the protective instincts that flare up whenever he sees you. You can't get hurt if he's right beside you, there and ready to sweep you away from any danger. For this reason, he also keeps a servo on you, cradling your waist or tracing symbols on your back. If you focus, and know Cybertronian, you'll be able to tell he's writing "soft" or "spark" over and over again

If you're human, cultural differences can be a cause of friction. Heatwave doesn't understand why humans act the way they do sometimes, and he gets frustrated easily. Luckily for you, Cody has taught you the way of circumventing said frustrating. Really, all it takes is a calm explanation, and Heatwave will try to wrap his head around it, for your sake. It probably still confuses him, but given time, he'll see what you mean. And if you're ever confused about his own little habits, he tries to extend the same courtesy. He gets pretty relaxed when he talks about Cybertron and the traditions he takes part in, or the phrases he uses. It's nice to hear him talk so fondly about it.

Nicknames come and go with Heatwave. He usually sticks with the simple ones, sweetspark and bitlet if you're particularly short, or at least shorter than him. He'll pick up on some human nicknames too, once he's seen other couples use them. Again, they're simple, like hon or babe, because again, tough guy image.

He likes to show off for you. He's the leader of the Rescue Bots, and considers himself one of the strongest of the group (besides Boulder, but he's a wrecker, so it doesn't really count). He wasn't lobbing champ for nothing, you know? Heatwave tries not to showboat when he's working, unless it's a more simple job. He'll lift fallen trees or concrete debris above his head, and if you swoon (pretending or not), he gets pretty chuffed. It makes him proud that you think he's strong and capable, makes him feel more assured that you feel safe and protected by him. You finding his strength attractive is just a fun bonus, one he teases you about sometimes by manhandling you over his shoulder just to hear you squeal and fluster.

Heatwave shows love through teasing, so it's something you'll need to get used to. He's fun to banter with, though, if you know how to throw it back at him. If he cracks a sarcastic line, poke at his ego, and watch him stammer a moment before he puts his focus into arguing with you to prove you wrong. It's all lighthearted, even if he sounds a bit too serious sometimes. You'll know because he always pulls you into a gentle noogie whenever you seem to be winning the playful argument.

Heatwave also has a love for seeing you flustered. Despite his aversion to PDA, he has been known to sweep you off your feet at the drop of a hat, just to laugh when you blush and try to scold him for startling you. Once kisses become regular for you both, he'll surprise you with those too, sweeping you into a dip for a hearty smooch, just to smirk at your speechlessness. The further along into your relationship you get, the more common these surprises become, and the more used to them the others get. They just roll their eyes at you both.

[cozzzynook]

Hi

Thought I'd give your ask a try. I love dad Optimus and son Bumblebee.

How do you think dad Optimus reacts to Bee's potential partners?

It depends on the partners honestly.

- if the partners are both Jazz and Prowl, he’s hesitant but gives approval.

- Optimus pulls Jazz aside and Prowl both together and alone and make it very clear he will use rank and force to make their spark’s miserable if they hurt his bitlet mech in any way.

- He tells Prowl in so many words he will make the stoic mech lose composure and shows Jazz that even if he is a beast in the field, he is no Optimus Prime.

- Of course Bumblebee never finds out, he just happily sits on his sires lap and tells him about his day and how happy he is while the others know just how terrifying Optimus really is as he smiles looking at the two who are statue still failing to look unfazed.

- If its Tarn trying to get with Bee Optimus does not care about peace nor does he care about being civil or having honor. He will make sure Tarn knows to never set pede near his bitlet again. Megatron does not do anything to stop Optimus, he warned his troops, they should’ve listened.

- Oddly if its Soundwave and Shockwave Optimus is down right pissed but does nothing to stop it. Bee is in his rebellious phase and he hopes it will end soon. He bites his glossa in hopes it will be over soon and Bee will pick a nice autobot he approves of. Bee does not. Optimus almost rips his finials off when he sees Bee taking care of Shockwave and Soundwaves sparklings Rumble and Frenzy. They look like a family pod and he wishes it would stop. Its Ratchet that pats his shoulder armor and tells him to look at the bright side, “he’s well protected. Those sparklings nearly offlined a mech for trying to touch him. What do you think Shockwave and Soundwave will do?” Optimus isn’t so against it after that, after all- anything goes to protect his bitlet.

- Optimus out right refuses for Bee to Starscream which leads to Bee running off and Optimus leaking coolant chasing after him. Optimus does NOT want anything to come of this and he can’t live a peaceful life cycle knowing his bitlet is mated to Starscream of all mechas. Until he sees how loving and genuine Starscream can be. He’s still a menace and a scrap screamer with everybot else but for Bee he’s at least tame, bare-able and sweet sparked.

- Optimus honestly puts the least amount of pressure on Thundercracker. He’s civil, plans things, looks at the bigger picture, is not Starscream or the little menace Skywarp. And he easily sees how smitten Thuncracker is about Bee. He didn’t put up much fight when he saw Bee returning those feelings and didn’t object when Thundercracker asked to spark bond with Bee. When TC is seen cuddling with Bee Optimus forgets TC is a decepticon who should not be relaxing in an autobot base with his bitlet wrapped in a blanket in recharge on his chassis while said seeker writes a play dedicated to his bitlet….Optimus actually doesn’t mind this. His bitlet is happy so he is happy.

- last but not least if its Blitzwing…Primus help them. Its every creators worst nightmare to know their sweet, precious gremlin bitlet is being courted by the likes of Blitzwing. The afthole seeker turned triple changer who courts his bitlet in some of the sweetest and most chaotic ways imaginable. Blitzwing draws countless images of Bumblebee in recharge, fueling, fighting and gazing at the stars. He would think it sweet if it weren’t the triple changer he saw half devour a mech for touching his bitlet inappropriately. The only reason he stopped was because Bee demanded him. Optimus was NOT fond of Blitzwing asking for Bumblebee’s servo and spark. Nor was he fond of how gentle Blitzwing could be with his bitlet when it was just the two of them. Optimus will deny stalking them he simply had the same route as they did. Even when he looked through their shared home and watched as Blitzwing made fuel for the both of them every lunar cycle without fail because apparently it was his love language.

-Optimus definitely didn’t break down leaking coolant the moment his bitlet said he was in love and spark bonded to Blitzwing. And no, Optimus didn’t hold Bee hostage in his arms leaking because he didn’t want to let his little bitlet go. He did no such thing.

Basically Dad optimus is protective and wants only the best for his baby bot while also being emotional.

☺️🍉🇵🇸🇨🇩🇾🇪🇭🇹

[transformers-spike]

your writing is soooo good i love everything you post and i'm sooo happy i found your blog!!! i have a suggestion, can u write more about sg optimus x human reader? i loved the bit u did abt him and there's really not much content out there. nsfw or sfw alike is fine i just want to see him being his cruel and manipulative self

Oh man thank you so much! I've been actually having a ton of fun working with @drunkeninlovesailor on our SG universe. I definitely want to explore it more when I have the chance

“Let it go,” Ratchet says. Roughness underlines his drunken drawl. You’ve never seen him sober.

He takes a swig of the strange teal concoction at his workstation. It glows through his throat as he swallows. Once, you asked Optimus what the Chief Medical Officer was drinking. “High grade,” he replied with the gentle patience of a parent.

Except you’ve seen high grade. It’s bubbly and bright blue, nothing close to the radioactive liquid in Ratchet’s glass.

His near-constant drunken stupor is what you’ve been banking on, a faulty investment at that. Some concerned, almost empathetic part of you wants to ask what’s wrong, but you know better than that.

Trauma has seeped into the very mechanism of their faction. Arcee looks at you with silent rage for wasting their leader’s precious time, while Bulkhead doesn’t spare you a glance. He is wholly uncaring, the same as Ratchet. But the doctor listens at least; watches on with disinterest as you speak, though his responses are cold and jagged. Whatever conversation he may entertain instantly evaporates when Optimus makes his presence known. “Bitlet,” he calls you with suffocating tenderness. The comfort it brings is no different from shoving frost-bitten hands into a fire. You flash him a smile and approach despite your better instincts, legs carrying you to the edge of the mezzanine as though trudging through heavy snow. When his digit comes to stroke your cheek, you do not flinch or reel back in disgust. After all, weren’t his servos caressing tender flesh mere hours ago? Didn’t you kiss the lips of the liar you call home? Or uttered those three cursed words like you meant it? What is there to love in a murderer? More than you can ever imagine.

How could such kindness hold nothingness behind it? That which you considered contempt has revealed itself to be much worse: utter apathy.

“You seem to be socializing more than usual,” he says with genuine interest, as though his words have no hidden meaning. Ratchet, although his back is turned, flinches under the weight of his gaze.

Do not call attention to it.

“You could certainly put it that way,” you attempt to mimic the warmth of his tone.

His optics scan you with ease. Mimicry doesn’t work on him. He sees right through you. How could a conversation so menial feel like walking across a frozen pond? One wrong step and you’ll fall into the icy depths.

His expression doesn’t shift, frozen with warmth.

“Would you like to join me at the archives? I seem to have decrypted files which may be to your liking.” Yet again, he pulls you away from the only means of discerning the truth. Who Optimus is behind his carefully constructed mask only the doctor knows. They met before Earth, before the war, before Megatronus. And it cost him terribly.

You give the response Optimus expects, his gaze burning hotter than a thousand suns.

He cups you in his servos with sickening tenderness you both love and despise; a veneer of kindness hiding a monster whose form you cannot discern. Step closer and risk to be engulfed by the darkness surrounding him? Or let yourself be devoured until he tires of your flesh?

You lack the luxury to choose.

[dragqueenstarscream]

continuing from my previous ask: the way i see a starop pregnancy going, it depends on who's doing the carrying.

if it's optimus, he's positively glowing. sure, his behavior has changed in other ways - he's more cautious now, for one, and less willing to sacrifice his life than he usually is - but he's happy to bring new life into the world. even if the pregnancy is tough, he's still overjoyed that his and starscream's attempts to have a child worked.

if it's starscream, then his usual bitchiness goes up ten notches. he's moody, he's cranky, and he's got optimus wrapped all the way around his claw. he'll use the baby as an excuse to not do something, then get grouchy when optimus sees right through him. he does love the little bitlet, though; optimus catches him talking to their child whenever he's alone.

[yayasvalveplay]

TFA Optimus is, without a singe doubt in my mind, an absolute god when it comes to his endurance. And not just that he can last but that he does so easily. Like his partner(s) (I don’t care, it can be whoever or how many, this ain’t about them rn) could be have been doing several sex marathons with him, several days worth of it, and he could take it and still function decently well afterwards. Oh sure he’s riding this spike like his life depends on it and it’s been an hour or so, BUT he also has paperwork to fill out, hope it’s not a problem he’s doing that at the same time.

It is a momentous task to get him truly out for the count after interface. It’d get a 100 times worse if he ever got knocked up. But a positive of that is that now there’s a convenient refueling station (Optimus’ tits, of course, bitlet ready and sire tested and approved) just in reach. And the paperwork is still getting filed on time.

TL;DR: TFA Op is a freak and should probably come with a serious warning label for safety reasons

Anon. I love this. Tfa Op really should come with a warning label.

He may not have been a war frame. But his body sure acts like one.

And the moment he gets sparked, his mate/mates are not leaving that bed, ever. He has fuel, baby isn't coming for a long while, no use in letting it leak.

[tinydefector]

Marine Centre 3- merformers AU

Warnings: talking about mating, loss of babies. Arguments

Word count: 2.1k

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Here's some information on how the Pods kinda work in this fic. If you want more details on the pods let me know.

Here are the Five Pods that reside at the Yawk-yawk Marine Rehabilitation centre. Mind you, there are other pods, but they don't reside at the centre but will make appearances in this fic later on.

Pod 1 - Autobots

Optimus

Ratchet

Bumblebee

Jazz

Prowl

Beachcomber

Ironhide

Pod 2 - Decepticons

Megatron

Starscream

Thundercracker

Skywarp

Soundwave

Shockwave

Pod 3 - Young Autobots (off branch Pod/ Young of other members)

Rodimus

Sunstreaker

Sideswipe

Bluestreak

Smokescreen

Mirage

Pod 4 - mixed members

Windblade

Drift

Pharma

Chromedome

Rewind

Whirl

Arcee

Pod 5 - Combaticons

Swindle

Vortex

Onslaught

Brawl

Blast Off

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Little thrills and chirps come from the cove as a tiny blur of yellow and black zips through the water, Chasing the human who walks along the shore line. The little pup eagerly calls out with little noises trying to catch their attention. A chorus of soft crooning rises among the mingled pods at the greeting of the tiny pup.

"Hello Babybee!" The human calls out softly to the baby mer. many of the other oceanides kept looking out over the pup, but they were already aware that the human wouldn't hurt the little one.

The little mer thrills delightedly while trying to drag himself onto the sand closer to them. "No, no, no baby you can't come onto the sand." They call while trying to usher the little yellow and black pup back into the water.

A pout forms on the little one's face, tiny fins flapping in dismay. But just as swiftly Dancer is there in an instant, gracefully scooping the youth back into the safety of the pool.

It's only the deep rumble of Big Blue which makes Bee turn around quickly and call out loudly to his Sire. But he doesn't move. "You haven't been annoying your papa while he's been healing have you?" They inquire only for more little thrills and chirps to leave the pup. Big blue emerges then from the depths, red and cobalt scales gleaming serenely as ever in the midday light.

Bee pouts but subsides against his sire's side, tiny purrs and trills of disappointed longing leave the pup as he clings to the larger mer.

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Windblade is first to respond to the little pup, drifting nearer with grace. "Bumblebee, there you are! You know better than to crawl on the sand" she Coos softly to the stripped pup.

Starscream scoffs, though his fins lay flat in disinterest. But ever-playful Skywarp spins gleeful loops around Windblade and pup. "Aww, lookit the little bitlet! You're getting so big, your colours are looking bright" he hums while gently looking over the pup.

"Now now, little one, you know the rules. The beach side is for walking friends, not us, can't have you getting yourself beached." She soothes, calming his upset with the practised ease of a carrier well versed in youthful disobedience. "Aww let him have his fun, Blades! We were all curious pups once."

It's only the deep rumble of Optimus which makes them all go quiet. Bumblebee turns around quickly and calls out loudly to his Sire. But he doesn't move from Windblade’s hold. Optimus slowly takes his pup from her hold cradling the little one close.

"Bumblebee," he rumbles gently, "you know the rules, little one. No going on the sand, you are too young." Gently yet firmly he lifts the pup into loving arms, cerulean eyes glowing with warmth at his little one.

Bumblebee pouts but subsides against his sire's powerful arms, still emitting little Trills of disappointed longing. Optimus meets the caretaker's eyes, they both watch each other for a moment as he continues to cradle his pup.

A mournful stillness falls over the mingled pods as they watch Optimus with Bumblebee.

"last season was a difficult one. But I'm glad to see your little one out and about" Her field pulses faint sadness, she had lost her own too early, taking quickly to Bumblebee as many of the pod did.

“As am I, I'm forever grateful for all the humans have done for Bee, I doubt he would have survived without their help” he rumbles softly. Windblade continues to wiggle her claws at the little one who giggles and grabs them.

"We can't keep losing generation after generation like this. Something's thinning the gene pool and we're not breeding fast enough to replace what's lost." Ironhide calls out while swimming closer. “Hey pup” he hums, giving the little one a head rub.

Starscream hisses uneasily. "There are fewer pods venturing near each cycle. It's those land crawlers doing, mark my words they are the reason for it!” He huffs out.

"I'm aware of the drop in our numbers but as it is, the only help we have received with our young is from the humans, had I not taken Bee to them when I did we would have no surviving pups." His words give them pause. they all knew Optimus was right, Bumblebee was very sick and without the marine centre's help he would have perished.

Optimus to turn to Starscream. “How is Megatron?, I haven't seen him since out fight”

"Megatron's wounds mend, though slowly." Starscream's fins flick in agitation. "The stress is getting to him, he wonders why Primus forbids him his own spawn. But spared yours”

Skywarp chitters nervously. "It's never been this bad before, not for long cycles. Even Megatron knows something bigger's going on, making it hard for the little ones to survive.”

"Maybe the softskins are right and it's more than just bad luck or genes. Something's changing in the deep, and we're on the losing side regardless of the cause." Ironhide shoots back

But Windblade flashes her finned guardians a quelling look. " What matters now is caring for Bumblebee and hope that we are granted a change with the next season."

Windblade continues stroking the youth gently. "Bumblebee would not be here if not for the humans' care. It seems...our song may rely on theirs, if it is to have any hope of continuing in the seas."

Her words are met with uneasy hesitation never before have the Oceanides relied upon outsiders, but Optimus had. Drift speaks up as he Drift's beside Rodimus "Our numbers fall while theirs climb ever higher. If we do not accept assistance, soon there may be no pods left at all."

Starscream hisses uneasily. "Dolphins grow ever more bold and numerous, harassing us when we feed where once they gave a wide berth. The orcas too have tasted our energon and now we have to be wary of them."

Ratchet croons in concern. "The humpback and grey kin have fallen silent, their great pods have moved on. No allies remain in which we can seek refuge when predator numbers swell, our best option is to stay here till they return to these waters."

"The great sharks now prowl only the farthest blue edges, driven from their feeding grounds by the loud noise and flashing lights of human undersea vessels. We have no kin but our own, our safety is the shorelines unless we are in number but with a youngling we can not take to deep waters yet."

Bumblebee chirps again, wiggling in his sires' hold until he escapes, disappearing from Optimus' side and swimming back to the human on the sandy shore again. It earns a laugh from the human as they scoot forward a little. Gently brushing the little frills of his head. It makes Optimus' spark ache.

Starscream vents quietly. "Few among us have known the happiness of sparking and rearing young. I doubt the other pods are having the same issues as us, perhaps we need new mingling when they come to the sands again"

“ It could be an option, considering our five Pods seem to not be having the best of luck” Sunstreaker mutters softly.

“ I'd like to see Chromia again, Hopefully Elita’s pod returns ” Windblade murmurs to herself, she could only hope that Chromia had better luck with a pup. But she did miss her bonded.

“You know the landers don't seem to have much issues with offspring, maybe they'd be willing to help us out” Rodimus blurts out, he wasn't exactly paying full attention to what was being said.

Windblade's fins flare in startled protest. Turning towards the bright orange and Red Oceanide. "Mating with outsiders goes against the sacred bonds of pod and kin!"

"Mating season nears and our numbers dwindle," Rodimus insists. "I'm not saying we have to do anything, it was just a thought!." He huffs out but lounges back against the rocks, his eyes watching the human now playing with Bumblebee in the shallows. But it does make many of the others stop to think. Humans seemed to have much better luck with their young than the Pod. But even that there was no promise of young or if a coupling of that sort would be viable.

Skywarp speaks up next. "If it means pups, what does it matter who their carrier is?"

Ironhide rumbles grim concerns. "Involving outsiders in matters of our Pods could alter both species in ways none foresee."

The younger mers pulse with surging field and logic as Rodimus presses his point. Bluestreak begins voicing his opinion. "Look how the caretaker cares for Bumblebee. Is that so different from how one would care for our young? And see how the little one beams at their touch, as content as any podling among kin!"

"He's got a point - the softskins aren't so strange. And if it brings pups, what's to lose?" Vortex states while watching the other pods continue to argue over the subject.

"Frag the fleshies, if it means more bitlets! Who cares? if it saves our pods I'd say it's worth it” Onslaught remarks only for other mers to hiss at his crash words.

But steely Jazz croons, despite his love for their little caretaker and the other human's of the centre he didn't trust that other humans wouldn't use it to their advantage. "Breedin' another species ain't no simple thing, mech. what's to stop the softskins wantin' somethin' back we ain't willin' to give?"

“We mate freely when the tide flows, so why not them? On land or sea,” Swindle shrugs, it was true, some mers had multiple mades others single, but due to the times they had taken to mating with multiple in hopes for young.

Rodimus refuses to relent under Elders stinging reprimand. "Do you think I propose this out of boredom or mere lust?" he retorts hotly. "Since my own youth, our numbers have halved - and how many more fading cycles must pass before no pups remain at all?, this season we have one surviving, one Pup between Five pods"

"The landers recognize as we do that something ails us. If natural means no longer can restore our numbers, then must we not embrace other paths, however unorthodox, hey im all for if we find another way, but what happens when next season we have no pups"

Rodimus spins to pin each dissenting elder with a fiery piercing glare. "Or would you have us fade to nothing instead, condemning future generations to exist only in memory?" His impassioned defence strikes silence from many.

Optimus' gaze turns to watches with quiet intensity as the human and pup interact, observing how they handle the bitlet with such care.

Long has he guided his pod, but he too knew something was amiss. The broods he once bore long since ventured into the deeps few remained. Yet...if agreement could be found, built, why not try. “If by this season we have no young It will be something the human will know. They are intelligent. If they are willing to assist, we will gladly take their offer” Optimus rumbles, it's the end of discussion as he slowly moves away from the others towards his bitlet.

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"Yes, yes hello sweet baby, you know I'll get in trouble if I'm around you too much, vets said you need to be around your pod, can't have you getting too attached to me" they hum mainly to themself knowing full well the little pup didn't understand.

Bumblebee thrills piteously, tiny claws outstretched and straining toward them, flexing futilely. "No test today baby, you look so healthy now!" They chimed but sigh as the little one drags themself into their lap. Slowly scooting down the sand they sit in the water so Bee doesn't dry out too much. Their eyes watch the larger Oceanides talk amongst themselves. It almost sounds like a melody with the sweet sounds they made.

“Are the adults boring you baby?” They tease softly only for the little yellow and black pup to snuggle Into their side purring contently. “Gonna get me in big trouble with Quin Beebee.

It's a long while before the older mers finish what seemed like an intense conversation.

Gracefully Big blue nudges nearer, slowly beaching himself close to them, trying his best not to startle either of them. gently but firmly he lifts the pup away, cerulean eye meeting their own with gratitude beyond words. They smile and laugh softly as it earns a grumble from the little one who didn't want to be disturbed.

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[weirdlookingsnakewithlegs]

Honestly everytime I see your au, I get an idea for unnecessary added angst. That being the twins getting their frames nonconsensualy reformatted to be grounders. Like they were born seekers, but then when the tides of war startedchanging, seekers were seen as primarily decepticon, and evil.

THATS DIABOLICAL I LOVE IT!!

Can you imagine how ANGRY Starscream would be?

He most definitely remembers his babies having wings, after all Skywarp was so excited to announce it to him when he first laid optics on the little bitlets. He remembers teaching them to fly and he remembers them trying to used their undeveloped wings to speak their native tongue.

Now vorns have passed, he’s lost his babies to what he assumed was the war only to find out they’re with the autobots! They’re alive yes but something is off. What Starscream certainly remembers wings that aren’t there anymore, uncanny door wings take their place and Starscream KNOWS it’s not right. The feels that come with that are probably extreme, even for Starscream’s trinemates because NO seeker should ever have their gift of flight removed.

And I imagine it’s difficult for Sideswipe and Sunstreaker as well because door wings don’t move the same as seeker wings. They probably ache and itch and they feel uncomfortable because they're meant to have those sensitive sensors!! Their inner workings are not meant for these ground based frames, not to mention they've lost most of their self defense as seekers, claws, sharper denta, their magnetized servos/pedes.

Starscream would demand to know who did it and probably cripple the mech responsible. Thundercracker and Skywarp would definitely be on board with the maiming.

[talesfromlissom]

BASELINE URGES // TFA! MEGATRON X READER // NSFW/VALVEPLUG WARNING

SUMMARY - The Allspark gives Megatron a gestation chamber, which warframes are not supposed to have. He’s going to break your array at this rate. 

WARNINGS/TAGS - Valveplug, Megatron being an asshole, is it a breeding kink if 'god' told you to make babies??

“Put a sparkling into my gestation chamber or so help me, Primus,  I will throw your offlined frame out of the closest airlock.”

Silence crept between you, and your mouth opened, closed, and opened again. Your face scrunches up, hands resting at your hips while you lean forward a bit, “Yes, hello (Y/N). How have you been since I’ve been dead for the past 50 years, my sweet…loving…beautiful conjunx–” “Kiss me.” “No. Where in the pits have you been?!” You exclaim. “Everyone thought you were dead for the past 50 years, then you show up, and the first thing you tell me is that you want a damn bitlet?!” 

Megatron’s face twists, his optics narrowing as a low growl emits from his throat, “Stop being foolish. We can have a conversation about logistics later. All you need to know is that I’m back, and I want an heir.” 

“You’re such an aft.” And then you kiss him with anything but gentleness. It was rough, demanding, and Megatron wasn’t entirely sure what else, but you were also so damn angry. He could feel the hot rage dripping off of your frame as your EM field slammed against his own. It's like a thousand tiny knives, but he doesn’t care. You're shoving him into the wall, and apparently, you’re not pissed enough to say no to fragging him within half of a processor. At this point he feels as if this is more something you’re doing out of annoyance rather than actually wanting to make a damn sparkling, “Dolt, frag me already.” He mutters half-heartedly and kisses you again. 

You aren’t even surprised when Megatron wraps his legs around your waist, arms grasping at your shoulders. You yelp when he suddenly chomps down on your glossa, head wrenching back and baring your teeth, “Don’t bite me,” You snap, wagging a finger at him as if he were a child. “Be patient.” You kiss him again. “And I don’t think you’d offline me anyways; you’d miss me too much.” 

Megatron clicks his teeth at this, grinding his pelvis into your own with a toothy grin. His HUD is already alerting him of his lubrication sequence starting, his cooling fans working over maximum velocity, and a random message from Shockwave that he ignores. Your frame is hot to the touch, scalding even, and yet neither of you seems to care despite the air in the closet already starting to heat up. 

“I’d miss your array, but do not worry, dear,” He muses, leaning his head into your neck, nibbling on cables and energon lines.”I’d cut it from your corpse and put it to good use.” 

You stop your movement, staring down at him with a wrinkled faceplate. You trip over your own words, mouth opening and closing a few times before you shake your head, “There’s something seriously wrong with you.” Megatron rolls his optics before his modesty plating snaps back, valve already slick, but he doesn’t hold back the grunt when you unceremoniously shove two fingers inside of him, scissoring him open. Not that much preparation was needed; he knew you were coming long before you yourself did, “And yet you decided to become my conjunx endura, so I believe there is something seriously wrong with you, my dear–” He growls lowly when your fingers hit his interior node, face scrunching up. 

“Don’t growl at me with my digits inside of you,” You grumble, eyes narrowing to look down at his pinched expression. “I think you’re supposed to say ‘thank you’.” 

“I’ll do as I please, you pompous aft!” Megatron snaps, but he doesn’t push you off either, not that he would anyway. You hit that spot again; his back arches, and a low moan leaves his lips. “You–!” 

His claws dig into your shoulders, and you know fairly well that your fellow Decepticons will ask you many questions. Your relationship was no secret at this point, though. He squirms in your grip, especially since your digits keep hitting that spot, “You little minx,” Megatron rasps, calipers clenching down on your fingers. “You’re doing–doing that on purpose!” 

“Maybe.” You muse, feeling your armor starting to dent under how harshly his hands are grasping at you. You’ll have claw marks on your back at this rate, but you’ll wear them with pride. At least for two hours before Megatron gets embarrassed and orders you to buff your frame. “Stop squirming; how are we gonna make a sparkling if you keep squirming?” The question is mostly just you thinking out loud. Megatron is squirming because he’s enjoying it. He’s arching his back, biting down on your shoulder, plating to muffle his noises. He doesn’t bottom often, but when he does, it's always something that you save to your hard drives for…other things. Of course, you’d never tell him that. You’re sure he’d be flattered to know that you jerk off to him, but he’d probably also be pissed that you’re pleasuring yourself without him there. He’s jealous of your own hand, apparently. 

You waste no time in prepping him, pulling your digits out, which have become coated in a thin layer of pink lubricant. You wipe your fingers on your thigh, lifting Megatron’s valve above your waiting spike. It’s pulsing, pre-fluid forming at its tip while it twitches. You feel Megatron shiver when he sinks down, just an inch at first. 

His chest is heaving, a loud gasp leaving his lips when gravity takes hold. His back arches, and he can’t help it either. This is his first time in a long time. But your spike is hitting all the right places, his calipers are expanding, his HUD is lighting up, and his frame just wants more more more—

“Megatron?” You blurt out, grunting when Megatron’s hips buck, trying to take more of your length. He feels so good around your spike, so familiar and so damn warm. 

Megatron can feel the burn from so many nodes firing off at once, and he grits his teeth, hands trying to push you down while his face flushes, “Give me control,” He pants, and you can’t bite back a frown. Not this again. “I am the–the lord of the Decepticons-” Megatron grabs your jaw, yanking your head down to look him in the eyes, “You’re making me—I look like a fragging fool.” 

“Oh, for primus sake–?!” You go to say before he pushes himself off of the wall. Your back hits the floor, and Megatron doesn’t even get the chance to lift his hips up in a sorry attempt to ride you. You roll to the side. You know damn well that he’s adjusted to your spike if he’s doing this, and you waste no time to start jerking your hips. 

You don’t say anything; the closet is filled with downright lewd-sounding squelches, cooling fans, your own breaths, and the various annoyed bleats that fall from Megatron’s mouth. You can’t help but lift his legs up, knees slapping against his shoulders. You drive your spike deeper into his valve, and you can feel the seal of Megatron’s gestation chamber hitting your tip. Not that it matters; it’s getting dissolved anyway, “You wanted a sparkling, didn’t you?”

Megatron just groans, head rolling to the side while his face twists in pleasure. His cooling fans are stuttering with how hot his frame is, and he’s almost tempted to shout at you again. The pressure builds up, and when he opens his mouth, all that comes out is a meek-sounding whimper. He pants, chest rising and falling, his optics screwed shut while his fingers dig into the metal floor beneath his frame. He goes to say something else, but he just moans again. 

You’re seconds from overload at this rate, and if Megatron keeps clenching down on your length, it might happen sooner rather than later. Megatron lets out a mixture of a yell and a moan, valve clenching down as his overload travels across his frame. Your hand slaps onto his mouth when you hear voices down the hallway, and his own hand grips at your arm. You’re still fucking him through it, soft, jack rabbit-like thrusts; you grit your teeth, forehead resting on his shoulder when your own overload hits. Transfluid coating Megatron’s insides, all that Megatron does is groan quietly before he shoves your hand off of his mouth. 

“A warning could have been nice,” Megatron muses. “I sincerely hope that this works. We can try–what are you doing?” 

You aren’t really surprised when you promptly pick Megatron up and he doesn’t even try to struggle. Megatron's breath was labored still, valve twitching, along with various other parts of his frame. 

“I am taking you back to your quarters. We’re going to take a bath, and then we’re going to talk,” you reply. “About the sparkling?” “About everything.” 

“No. I’m tired.” 

The second that you enter his quarters, he’s already gone into an angry ramble about some planet called Earth. You find that you hate it just as much as he does. And once that ramble is done, he demands you two interface again. And again, and again. 

By the fourth round, he can’t even move, and you’re purring into his neck for a few moments before muttering, “Did you miss me, or is this really just about having an heir?” “An heir,” He huffs, though when he turns his head away and scrunches his face up, a telltale sign that he’s lying. He doesn’t do it around anyone normally, but he’s exhausted, it seems. “Nothing else. Again.” 

“Dear, you’re going to break my spike.” 

“Okay? Get a new one. Again.” 

You just sigh but move between his thighs once more, regardless. You’re not really complaining anyway. You’ll yell at him for being his usual self later. 

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A/N - I have many thoughts about TFA Megatron + warframes being built without gestation chambers but the Allspark is like: LOL go make some babies and calm down loser <3, and Megatron’s just: ??????!!!!. The only victim here is your dick tho. 

[anony-man]

Thank you anon 🥺🥺 I hope you enjoy!

Chubformers drabble #153!

Characters: Optimus & Elita (G1)

Word count: 1.3k

Most bots missed seeing Optimus out in the field alongside his conjux and close companion, but Elita sure didn’t. Not anymore, at least. Everything came with a learning curve, and half the time learning curves meant adapting to a lot (and by a lot, she meant a lot) of changes, but for once in her online existence, she and her stay-at-home-hubby were gifted the chance of positive change.

Elita could understand the rough patches everyone went through when Optimus had first made the difficult decision step down from leadership. She was still in charge, of course, and under her management, everything flowed smoothly. Still, bots missed their fearless leader and co-companion of the new mech in charge, and she couldn’t blame them. She had missed him, too, sometimes, especially in the first few months of change. It was expected, and it was natural… all of which she’d taken into consideration when shouldering the new burden.

The Autobots missed seeing their Prime every day, and so had she at first. Now, however, things had changed—and all for the better, thank the Primes. They still had their days, and Elita still struggled to adjust sometimes, but in the end, it was all worth it. In the end, it was worth it, because at the end, she could spend her days snuggled in the cozy atmosphere her beloved conjux had created for them both… them and their little bitlets, that is. She couldn’t forget the bitlets.

An age of change was upon all of them, and none were left unaffected. Elita wouldn’t deny enjoying her role a little more than she had before, back when it was her and Optimus carrying the Autobots forward against the Decepticons. Something about this new transfer of power, the way it left her strong and sure and a damn good intimidator in the eyes of their enemies was far more satisfying than any supportive role she’d taken up before. She enjoyed herself now, and she was proud of herself, too. Here she stood, standing in the dust of the exchange of power, backed by the army she and Optimus had nurtured and developed… and supported by the soft, glowing face of a Prime awaiting her return without fail every night.

Change was treating her well; it was treating Optimus well, too, if the soft curves and growing belly of his were anything to go by. It was a well-deserved rest for them both, a long-needed shift from the monotonous and a change in direction that helped shape the future into something more… tangible, she supposed. It was all of that and none of it, really. Deep down, there was one thing Elita loved most—and that was being able to soldier forward through thick and thin to have Optimus by her side and nurturing their next generation in the comfort of their home, something that she had hoped and prayed would take place for years before it’d come to happen.

Most bots still missed seeing their Prime’s gentle face and hearing his encouraging voice, but in Elita’s opinion, nothing beat coming back to base after a successful expedition to find her beloved conjux nursing their two sparklings into recharge for the night. It was what dreams were made of, a sight like that, and nothing warmed her spark more.

As if having two young bitlets scurrying around the base wasn’t bad enough, Optimus was already nearing the final stages of his third (and likely last, if only for a little while) carrying cycle. His belly, swollen and massive from the effects of bringing two young ones into the world and growing soft from Elita’s relentless pampering, hung low on his frame and left his back struts feeling painfully sore every day, and if that weren’t good enough reason for her to keep him at home resting and eating, she wasn’t sure what was.

Truly, Optimus didn’t exactly need a reason to stay in their quarters and tend to the little ones while she was gone for the day. Thanks to their new arrangement, Elita would have ensured he was given the proper support to do such things anyway. She did, after all, love to see him finally taking care of himself for once.

Returning home for the night was a mess of preparing berths and readying a bit of pre-planned pampering, and aside from passing comments and shared affections, both bots had their servos full. By the time both bitlets were asleep in their berth and Elita was watching Optimus stretch out across the couch from where she stood preparing a hearty meal in the kitchen, she was more than ready to get down to business.

The daytime was her chance to work and succeed, and Optimus’ opportunity to take it easy and care for himself and the sparklings (both present and weighing him down from the inside, of course). By the time both Bumblebee and Jazz were fast asleep, though…

“Hello, dear,” Elita cooed from behind the couch, her servos coming in from behind to rub away the tension from Optimus’ chubby frame. “Have a nice day?”

Optimus merely hummed in response. She hadn’t even begun to pamper him yet, and he was already melting under her touch.

“Mm,” he nodded as he turned his helm and smiled up at her, his optics soft and his cheeks warm with a faint blush. “It was very nice… especially now that you’re here.”

“Good,” she said, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. “That’s exactly what I like to hear.”

Shared smiles and fleeting touches were the norm with such busy schedules, and in between clashing shifts, both she and Optimus did their very best to reconnect. There was one thing that never ceased to occur each night, however, and it was by far Elita’s favorite part of the day. Knowing her conjux was safe and sound here at home was nice, but nothing beat checking in with him through any means necessary—and that meant pampering him from helm to pede, inside and out.

Shared words were few, and the sensual touches that did occur were mostly Elita’s servos on Optimus’ frame, or her fingers deftly slotting another treat past his sticky, quivering lips. She loved it though, and she adored this routine of theirs even more. There was nothing better than coming home to him and ending the night with a bit of overdue pampering, and that was a fact. Besides, his softened frame and growing sparkling wouldn’t feed themselves… at least, not to her specifications.

“Mmm,” Optimus groaned, his optics half-closed and his face flush with heat. He was blushing madly, just as always—from embarrassment, arousal, or purely the fact that his belly was stuffed past its limits yet again, she wasn’t certain. “Mmnn… Elita…”

Optimus Prime, ever steady, sure, and collected… all but reduced to putty in her servos. Elita wasn’t lying when she said she loved it. He wasn’t just the Autobot’s Prime anymore, but her Prime. He was hers to pamper, hers to care for. He was hers to support, to fill and to protect and to feed…

Optimus lifted his helm, his expression a mixture of desperation and adoration. His cheeks were flushed with energon, and the face he made was just sweet enough to draw a giggle from Elita.

“Elita…” he moaned again, his lips parted as he waited for the next bite.

“Prime,” Elita cooed back, one servo pressed against the pudge of her mech’s belly as the other held up a small cube of jellied energon.

Prime… her Prime, all laid up on the couch and plump from her hand. She could understand the wistful feelings of her fellow soldiers, and she missed him by her side all the same. Still, nothing beat coming home to this… especially not when Optimus was just as pleased with their new arrangement as she was. And this, with Optimus plump and pampered and tended to in every way she could think of, was all she needed to be pleased.

“Here, sweetspark,” she said, her smile ever widening as Optimus struggled to raise his helm. “For the sparkling… eat.”

[moonlight-tmd]

Hello! I want to ask you about Shattered Glass God Sparkling au.

what is the relationship between Bee and his parents in this version? How does he get to Cybertron? How will his parents react to his situation? On his partners?

If it make you uncomfortable, sorry.

(I'll write that second time, but the first is laging, so yes) (Sorry if It hard to read, English is not mine own language)

Hi! No worries, Tumblr has a tendency to lag when sending asks sometimes.

An AU version of my AU, that's a first. Well, I like to imagine the roles are swapped even for gods; so Unicron is the good guy while Primus is the bad one. Unicron is still energetic as ever but he uses that energy and positivity to make good stuff happen, Primus on the other hand is more of an iron-fist ruler. Bee is a complete opposite of all of them; he's shy, quiet, a coward and a follower.

Now, you would think that means they don't like him- wrong. They love him just as much, in their own wicked ways. They are mesed up but they would do anything to keep their sparkling safe.

Even so it doesn't mean he can't get into arguments with his parents. Primus wanted him to climb the career ladder so he can one day influence Cybertron like he does. Instead Bee became a disappointment by failing and getting thrown into the lowest ranking job ever. To say the least, Bee hasn't answered any of Primus' calls since then.

After the team crashed on earth, he thought he'd finally have some peace to himself but nope- the moment he woke up he got bombarded with questions and concerns from Unicron (since he was on his planet n all). Bee also argued with him to leave him alone, after a while tho they decided to speak again and with Unicron's pushy attitude to know what's wrong Bee told him what happened. Of course Unicron was livid and threw hands with Primus the first chance he got, nonetheless he was there to support his bitty every step of the way.

In the original AU, the gods could manifest an avatar to interact with mortals. In Shattered Glass version, it's nearly impossible for them to do so- Primus has forged the Allspark to manifest a piece of his power in the real world, which also acted as a barrier that unabled any more celestial deities from manifesting there. Unicron is the only one who can somewhat bend that barrier and allow himself to talk to others via electronics. Other than that, their voices are only heard by Bumblebee in his helm.

As much as Unicron was trying to look out for Bee, he had a tendency to get busy/distracted therefore some of his check up visits were very much delayed to the point of it being another check up's date. I would say that in the meantime of that happening, a lot has happened for Bee; when Sentinel came to check up on the group, Bee had a forced talk with Primus. Primus apologised of course but he was still a bit disappointed. Then Decepticons arrived and Bee got in trouble for interacting with them.

The next time Unicron checked up on Bee, the bitty was pissed. Unicron said he'd be there for him and he never was. It took a long while for him to fix that mistake but even then their relations were a bit strained just like with Primus.

As for the relationships;

When Bee was together with Prowl, Unicron tried to warn him about the manipulation but Bee refused to believe it. He regretted being so foolish after he was rescued.

When Unicron learned about Bee being in a love triangle with Shockwave and Blitzwing he was elated to know his bitty is finally getting the overdue love he deserved. He supported them all the way, he miiight have pushed it a little too far with asking for grandlings that one time but he's still happy for Bee, regardless of what they'll plan.

Primus didn't know about anything until after the fact Bee was in a loving relationship. Bee never told him anything about his personal stuff in their rare talks, he didn't want his sire to spoil it all by saying it's not important. He got to accepting their bitlet's situation eventually and he's glad Bee was happy but deep down he still yearns for the plan he originally had for him.

I suppose that's all. I like the idea of them trying to be somewhat good parents but it doesn't go they way they want it half the time. Hope you enjoyed!

And yes, the love triangle is now canon to the AU, cuz why not.