#cyclonus watch out

[zhombiez]

give him his curly straw :(

[somerandomcockroach]

SNOW BOTS ARE BACK BABE, IF IT WILL BE LIKE THAT EVERY YEAR I MIGHT DIE ONE DAY OF HAPPINESS WHEEEZE (I mean, drawing them like that is so much faster, plus colors, plus snow, plus they all are alive, COME ON IT'S A DREAM) Go smooch @keferon and everyone who makes "everyone is happy" content wheeeeeze

[sparkmender]

Time to start swatching fabric

[astralzeraphias]

mourning

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

Dude after the free use human fic, after human was finally out of the hole is she going to get asked by the bots if that can do it again instead of y'know being stuck in the wall, because I can imagine the bots won't stop thinking about it

......

>:333

Rehehehehehehe

Various Lost Light crew members x reader, gender neutral AFAB reader, racially ambiguous, free use, very mild dubious consent if you squint

I bet Swerve begs the human to have a free use night at his bar. Like buy two drinks get to use the human. You know Ultra Magnus had to help set up in order to make sure everything was in line and in order. Buy two drinks then get a ticket with your number for the human to service you. Then it just breaks down into a huge robot gangbang in the middle of the bar.

You know Rodimus is coming to the human like twice a day absolutely pussy whipped and begging to be inside his favorite human again.

Megatron finally getting a turn and making it so the human can’t walk for a whole week. Just blissed out smiling with a lake of transfluid under them as their abused hole just gapes. He’s very attentive with aftercare but he’s also worried he might have broken them.

Ratchet took them in under the guise of their own medical well being but bro doesn’t know jack about organics and just wanted an excuse to have them to himself. Drift jacking off Ratchet using the human like a spike sleeve.

You know Tailgate is humping them like a rabbit every chance he gets and Cyclonus is watching the whole thing with his spike in his servo.

Rewind and Chromedome taking the human out on a romantic excursion so they’re all buttered up when they share them. Soft lighting and music while they take turns using the human’s holes. I feel like they’d run a train on their special little human.

Nautica would probably be int having the human ride her then tease them when they get tired. “Nuhuh! I saw what kind of stamina you have,” she’d say while giving a sharp thrust. “I know you can do better than that.” Then she’s punishing the little human when they cum before her. She’s fingering them and using them like a toy. The human comes out of her habsuite covered in purple lipstick marks and smiling like a dope.

Whirl would scoop the human up and stash them away in his habsuite all for himself. He just wants the soft mushy sex where his human is stroking his face and peppering kisses all along his body until he can fuck their face with his spike. He’d definitely tease at breaking them and turning them into nothing but a hole for everyone to use but he knows how fragile humans are and to be more gentle.

Brainstorm is running all sorts of experiments trying to see which toys his human has the best reaction to, how hard they can cum, how many orgasms until they pass out. It’s all for research purposes he tells himself while watching Perceptor fuck you stupid while jacking himself off.

[solar4seekstron]

New Beginnings Part 2

TFIDW!MTMTE!Deadlock/Drift x Cybertronian!GN!Reader x TFIDW!MTMTE!Ratchet

Part One, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Content: 16+, mostly to help set up the last three chapters. Bit of a short chapter.

TW/Tags: Cute Sparkling moments, Silly Sparkling moments, angst, lots of angst, sad drift, a bit of Pharma x reader, mild toxic relationship, more cute sparkling moments, swearing.

Notes: Reader uses that thing that Knockout uses in the prime series when he’s polishing himself. I’m not sure what it is but reader is using it in this fic in a scene. Like the first fic showed Drift and Ratchet are together in this lord of the story.

It’s been a couple of days since Ratchet asked you what you think is a date.

You’re still not sure but there’s something there between you both. You were polishing your frame while Cyclonus was in the back gently holding Rubble who was nibbling on his sharp cervo.

Sitting on his berth while he watched you clean yourself up.

Cyclonus watched as you were polishing your frame. Especially your chest and neck.

Cyclonus then showed an annoyed expression with his optics almost closed while he sat there with his legs crossed.

A frown on his dermas while Rubble didn’t pay much mind and kept grabbing at his larger cervo. Trying to eat his larger digit with wide optics.

Cyclonus then chooses to speak.

“I think your frame is polished enough. Don’t want the paint coming off and flashing the old bot.” The tool stopped in your cervos and you turned to look at him, no longer facing the mirror in front of you.

A small smirk on your dermas knowing he’s joking.

You let out a chuckle and put the tool down. Taking a few steps in front of him and Rubble. Stopping then doing a small twirl as you spoke to him.

“You think this is enough? It’s been so long since I’ve dated anyone since…well.”

Cyclonus then stood up. Holding Rubble in his arms still as he made a few steps towards you. He then spoke once you trailed off. “Since Deadlock? It’s not like he’s going to try to get with you as far as we know. But you must also remember to think about yourself as well. Not just Rubble.”

You looked at him then at Rubble. Who was giggling a cooking as he looked at you with a bright smile. His optics were wide and full of joy.

You then looked back at him.

Your smile never went as you spoke again. Rubble looked at him as you spoke with a smile.

“Thanks, Cyclonus. If you don’t mind me asking. How are things going between you and that mini-con Tailgate? He seemed like a really sweetie.”

You teased and noticed a blush on his cheeks as he then looked away. Rubble let out a coo and a soft giggle. You let out a soft chuckle and placed a cervo on his shoulder so he looked back at you.

”Guess we both are taking big steps in our life. But tonight is my step. Thanks again for watching Rubble for me.” You said.

Cyclonus let out a hum then looked at Rubble who was patting his chest and continued to coo. You then checked the time and gently placed your cervo to hold Rubbles’ little one.

Making him look up at you. You then spoke in a soft voice, making him just stare at you with wide optics and a happy smile.

“You be good for Uncle Cy now, alright?”

You then boopeed his nose. Making him giggle and reach for you. You then kissed the top of his helm while his little cervos gently held your cheeks.

You stood straighter and looked at Cyclonus. His forehead then pressed against yours as you both closed your optics. This is a sign of trust in the warrior code between you both dating back to long ago.

You then walked to the door. Opening the door and looked back to wave at the two.

Cyclonus gently holding Rubbles little cervo making him wave back to you. While he continued to just nibble on his small cervo. You walked out.

The door closes behind you. Making your way to the bar/slash restaurant.

That’s where Ratchet said you’ll meet up yesterday.

As you got closer. You grew nervous. While he and possibly his partner not be the one. Even if this is a date or not. Getting out there is the path and big step you might need.

You got closer and closer. Soon stepping in and seeing other bots around either drinking or hanging out.

You then see Ratchet waving at you. He was sitting in a booth where his back was facing the door. He stood up and waited for you to get closer. You took a few steps closer and finally stood before him.

He placed his cervo on your shoulder and finally spoke.

”Glad you made it. Um, my partner isn’t here yet. Why don’t you take a seat and we can chat as we wait.” You nodded and sat down on the other side of the table. You both soon started a conversation.

He seemed so lost in your optics while you both spoke.

You kept chuckling at his stories where he’d have an outburst with his Conjunx.

He seemed to blush every time you complimented him.

He was honest about how he handled the situation during and before the war. You both soon speak about why you chose to join the ship.

After some time Ratchet then got a comm and soon had a bit of a small smile on his dermas. Looking back at you with almost sad optics. You looked at him confused.

His cervos then gently held yours that was on the table. You continued to look at him while he spoke. “There’s uh, another reason as to why I decided to ask you to meet me here. I wish to help you. To heal I mean.” You are more confused. Your smile shows to be confused.

He then lets your cervos go. And stood up. You didn’t t notice until now that Drift of all bots was standing there. Your optics widened as you watched Ratchet stand next to him. Placing a cervo on the side of his waist as the two looked at you.

Ratchet then spoke to you as he noticed your expression.

“I’ve heard of both your pasts and what he did to you. But maybe. To be set in the right mind I…and he can tell you about the time that passed since then.”

They can tell you weren’t sure. You looked away for a moment. The two looked at each other and then looked back at you. Waiting for your answer.

But you then looked back at the two. Speaking while having a serious expression on your face.

“You had your five minutes.”

Your tone is serious. The two gulped. Then sitting down. Ratchet takes his place once more in front of you while Drift is more inside the booth. You stared at Ratchet as he spoke.

Avoid eye contact and even give him attention.

Ratchet will go on to tell you about his adventures and how he and Drift met before the start of the war. And then after the war. The two meet each other. Drift remained silent while he looked down. You can tell he glanced at you a couple of times by the corner of your optic. Your expression remained firm.

Ratchet then told you how the two reunited and released their feelings for each other.

The two became Conjunx a couple of months before joining the ship. Your sparkling Rubble soon appears in your helm as you stare down Ratchet. Who seems to be struggling a bit. He stopped for a moment.

He then glanced at Drift. Then back at you with determination.

“Why don’t you? Why don’t you and Drift try catching up? He can tell you himself and maybe catch up. See how much he changed just by the way he acts and such!”

He speaks likes as if Drift isn’t next to him. Drift then looks at him with optics that say “No no no no.” The two then looked at you. Their five minutes were up. But Ratchet said all these things that made him sound. So different.

Your helm slowly turns so that you’ll glance at him. You've never seen him so nervous before and is a surprise he’s even shaking a little.

You then let out an annoyed sigh. Nodding.

Ratchet smiled a little. Drift had a very scared and nervous smile. You then spoke once more. Making Drift shake a little. “But just me and him. We both have a lot to catch up it seems…..”

Ratchet places his Cervo on Drift's shoulder.

The two looked at each other while Ratchet gave him a reassuring smile. But Drift seemed unsure. You then watched as Ratchet went to sit at the bar. Swerve seems to start a conversation with Ratchet once he sits down. You then looked at Drift.

Who flinched a bit when you turned to him? He was staring at you. You two remained silent after he scooted to sit in front of you at the opposite side of the table.

A cervo over the other while your optics looked down at them. Drift just looked down as well while you both tried to find words. You finally spoke though when you noticed he had sword handles. “Tell me.”

He looked up at you as you spoke. “Do you still….use them.”

Drift looked back down at his cervos as he responded. “I never stopped. They’re just…a part of me. I can never replace them.”

You listened carefully. Having looked back at him when he finally spoke.

He continued. “I…I screwed up when I left. You were always stronger than me. I wanted to stay and was able to convince. But seeing you become one of the greatest Decepticons and was just seen as your Conjunx then a once great Decepticon. I was scared you’d leave me. And so..I left.”

-Flashback-

Deadlock can be seen in his shared berth with you. You always slept so peacefully next to him. A smile on your dermas. Laying on your side facing him. He was on his back with an arm under his helm. His helm turned toward you. His optics almost closed.

You both have fought against a team of Autobots. So you both were pretty tuckered out. Deadlock would then turn his frame to lay on his side.

He moved his other cervo to gently hold your cheek. The smile you already had grew a bit wider. Knowing the touch of your Conjunx. His optics are so sad. Slowly forming tears as he stared at you.

Little did he know, a little spark was slowly forming under your spark chamber that’ll move to your stomach the next day. He leaned closer to your helm. Placing a soft kiss on your forehead and gently whispering ‘I love you’ while tears fell.

-End of Flashback-

You just stared at him. You felt yourself growing more emotional. But you also reminded yourself that you cried enough after he left you with the Decepticons.

You had a sparkling now. Drift continued to stare at you. Waiting for you to speak.

You straightened yourself out and finally spoke. Not paying much attention to Ratchet anymore. Who was currently watching with his digits over the counter and only the top of his helm? Now behind the counter, Swerve stood next to him cleaning the inside of a cup with an “I’m too tired for this crap.”

You opened your intake. “After you left..It was. Hard. You just abandoned me ‘cause you thought it was the right thing yet just poor self-doubt on your part! Not only that but a week later, I found out I am with sparkling. Your sparkling. I had to leave. Find sanctuary. Cyclonus was there to help me after he decided to leave as well.”

Drift's face showed shock. He was surprised at what you said. You looked away for a moment before continuing.

”After Rubble was born. Luckily healthy. It was so hard to find a home. Especially when you’re a Decepticon. No one cares even when you have a sparkling in your arms. Scared of the bots around them….Rubble is the only good thing now that you could ever give me.”

You glared at him. Drift looked down in shame. That’s until you sighed. Speaking once more. “You never acted like this. You have more shame and guilt over something. That isn’t like the deadlock I knew.”

Your glare softened a little. Then spoke once more. “Rubble has grown too fast because of me. And honestly. I’d rather he blame you as I do. Then to believe their sire can ever have a chance to change for the better. Scars already being there before he was even born.” You stood.

You then walked to be next to the table. “You changed Dift. But just you sitting here cowering isn’t enough to convince me. Have a nice afternoon Drift.”

You made your way to the exit. Drift watching you with sad optics. Some anger boiled in his spark as he noticed femmes and mechs noticing your frame. Ratchet could feel it through his spark and came over. Placed a cervo on his shoulder finally speaking to him. “We tried Drift. We can only give them time now.”

Drift slowly nodded. All the while tears fell from their optics. Ratchet comforted him as they both stayed seated

——————————————————————————

You made your way closer and closer to Cyclonus's room. But midway you stopped yourself. Other bots passing by, to paying much mind towards you. You then looked back and sighed for a moment.

Your mind is racing.

But then you took a deep breath. Making your way then to the main lobby where it’s more of a cafeteria. You then see a certain bot. Someone you didn’t expect to see for a very long time…..

Pharma. An old boss of yours. He seemed to be having lunch with a few other bots and didn’t notice you just yet.

You just walked out and made your way back to Cyclonus and you are sparkling.

Though you sadly got turned around. You start making your way down the hall toward your bathroom. That way you’ll have a better idea of where to go for Cyclonus's room. But before you can pass another hallway, you feel a cervo grabbing your wrist from behind.

Turning your helm toward the bot. Only for your frame to stand still when you see Pharma standing before you. With a sly grin on his dermas. Optics narrowed down at you before finally speaking.

” I didn’t think I’d see you ever again my dear.” You just stared at him. You tried to pull your wrist away while he spoke. Slowly pulling you closer his smile remains.

”After you left to work to fight against the Autobots. Thought you might’ve died. But then again you have always been a strong bot. Besides my dear. We should catch up. Or will your husband Deadlock not like that?’

You tried to find your words as you felt your frame get pulled closer to his. You then heard him chuckle and speak. His voice grew deeper.

“Oh, that’s right. The fool let you go.” His other cervo moved around your shoulders.

“Then let's hang out. Right now.” You just gave him a nod. You both make your way to the lobby where couples go to. The two then sat at a table together. He continued to have a grin on his dermas while you remained silent. He sat across from you with his cervos interlocked with each other as he smiled at you.

He then spoke, his smile giving a soft and warming feeling. But you knew it was a feeling too fake to feel real. A feeling you're too used to. He then ordered two drinks for you both.

As you held a glass in your cervo. Staring down at the yellow energon, he then spoke casually after taking a sip of his own. Letting out a satisfied hum before his optics were placed on you once more. “So, I hear you have a sparkling now. Do they take after drift? Or…Their Carrier?”

Your optics show almost surprise and concern. You both stared at each other until you finally spoke. “He’s a…perfect mix. Actually.”

He takes another sip before speaking again. “I hear he’s with someone else now. Sorry it didn’t work out my dear.” His cervo reached over to be over yours. He then. Gave it a gentle squeeze as he spoke once more.

”You know, you were always the one that got away. Being my assistant and all once before. You’d think I’d think better to take my chances than to wait.

You glance at his cervo then back to his optics. He then spoke once more. “Tell me, right now my dear. Are you currently seeing anyone?” You held your tongue for a moment. You would sit up a little straighter and decide it’s best to just lie and get out of the situation.”

”I currently am, but we aren’t that serious yet. Speaking of I should eat going to our date.” You then stood up and pulled your cervo away from under his. Only having taken two sips from the drink.

”Thank you for the drinks. But I must go. Goodnight.” You started to walk away and make it to the hallway. Not waiting for him to respond.

But before you can turn to another one, closer to your berth room. You felt two arms wrap around you. You didn’t even hear his steps. His dermas are next to your audio sensors. His voice was low and deep. ”You know. It must be fate that we meet again. I’ll be seeing you around. Even if it’s a cat-and-mouse game. I like it.”

You don’t look at him. But you know he’s staring at you with that shit-eating grin of his.

He finally let you go. Turning around walking back to the main room. You felt yourself shake a little before collecting yourself. This ship vacation is seriously not what you need. And you’re going to have to think of something.

You made your way to your berth room. Glancing behind you to make sure Pharma wasn’t watching. When it seemed like the coast was clear. You made your way closer and closer to Cyclonus's room. You used your key given to you by him to open it after you gave a couple of knocks.

You remained silent as you watched what was happening before you.

Little Rubble was sleeping peacefully on Cyclonus's berth. Cyclonus was on the floor with his aft up while his “friend” Tailgate was passed out too while laying on his back and his aft on the back of Cyclonus's head. Lying on top of him there seems to be baby energon food and liquid on the floor.

The two peacefully snored while Rubble was curled up closer to himself. Making him look like a ball. Primus, he’s so small. You would let out a sigh.

Closing the door behind you then locking it. Make your way to Rubble on the berth and gently sit near him before lying down to not wake him. You then gently brought him closer. So he’s closer to your helm and just over your chest.

Taking advantage of his small frame to keep him as close as possible.

You then felt his little cervo gently hold at your chin as he let out soft sparkling noises. Almost being awakened from his slumber.

His intake lets out soft coos as he tries to get comfortable again on his side. He doesn’t open his optics. Your cervo holding his small back. You continue to stare down at him.

Tears slowly form in your optics. Everything about today's date was shit. Your spark aches more when you notice a smile form on his tiny dermas. Knowing his carriers touch. You would feel exhaustion slowly overwhelm you. All you need is to just make sure Rubble will be safe. And with you…This vacation just turned into a mission.

—————————————————————————-

The next morning you thanked Cyclonus again for watching over Rubble. He begged you when Tailgate was out of audio hot to never tell a spark what you saw. You promised.

Doing the same with Rubble who was just staring at the ceiling the entire time. Not paying attention.

Tailgate waved at Rubble, and he did the same. But instead of waving he just held out his little cervo while opening and closing his his cervo. Giggling as you made your way back to your berth room.

Once at your berth room, you opened the door. Only to be stopped by Rodimus who wanted to see you. Finally reading on your background as a former Decepticon. He then spoke in a cheerful voice.”Hello beautiful! You must be the lovely former knight Y/N right?”j

You just looked at him and tried to give him your best smile. Even though you’re still exhausted. You chose to continue the conversation. “Yes, I am.”

He looked like he was about to speak. But then noticed Rubble who was grabbing at your chest. Still in your arms. Bright yellow optics stared at him with a neutral expression.

You watched as Rodimus and Rubble seemed to be having a staring contest. The two almost squinted their optics while they just stared at each other. You let out a soft chuckle. This honestly makes your morning in a way. Rodimus noticed straightened himself up and spoke once more.

”Sorry about that, just love little sparklings. Anyway, I just wanted to ask if you’d like to be a part of the high council that’s a part of this ship. Not like guard as in work for protecting.”

He glanced at Rubble who kept staring at him. Giving him the “Just try me” look with his sparkling face.

”Just a part of the council where we speak about a better way to protect the ship and where else we as strong bots can go. And other stuff like that. Your sparkling will be well protected and adored. You can also bring him along to meetings whenever you wish.” He gave his usual happy grin.

You took in his words for a moment. Then looking down at Rubble who just kept staring at Rodimus. You finally spoke. “Would you like some energon, Prime?”

Rubble then turns his helm to look at you. Rodimus let out a deep chuckle. “Heh, you can call me Rodimus, Y/N. Why don’t you come with me to the head council lobby for people who are members? I promise you both will be welcomed with open arms.

You let out a soft chuckle.

“All this because I was a strong warrior and fighter for the former Decepticons cause? I’m sure there are a lot more qualified mechs, neutral, and femme bots out here who would be better than me.”

You pointed it out. His grin only grew a bit wider.

”Well, that may in some ways be certain. But seeing what you did and also hearing from other Autobots who crossed paths with you many years before. You seem like the perfect that we need to move forward. Especially for those who are still handling to aftermath of the war.”

You took in his words carefully. Before giving him a nod.

Primus must’ve heard your prayers last night. ”I’d be honored to join you Rodimus. We both are. Aren’t we Rubble?” You both looked at Rubble still being held in your arm.

You both see that he is looking away. Acting fussy he let out almost no sound from his intake.

You both then chuckle. You walked to be sat him. He places a cervo on your upper back as he guides you to the main lobby he spoke about. Rubble continued to look away the entire time.

You have a bright smile on your dermas.

———————————————————————————

Your smile was very nonexistent right now.

Your optics furrowed and a frown only placed on your dermas. Your glare piercing and optics dim while no longer bright.

Rubble sitting on your lap while trying to eat his cervo while you remained in a high council chair. Rodimus at the head of the chair. Sitting next to you since he wishes to be by the sparkling. Continuing to have a grin and was reading a data pad in his cervos.

On the other side of the table. Out of all the bots. Sitting in the very chair across from you. Was drift himself. With a VERY scared and nervous smile on his dermas.

He just stared at you uncertain while Rubble at times would reach for him. But the both of you didn’t notice just yet. As the other bots took their time and Rodimus wasn’t paying much attention.

Drift would then answer a call through his comm. You continue to glare at him as he answers in a very nervous tone. His optics glance at the door, ceiling, you. Doing this back and forth for a few moments while speaking to Ratchet. “Hey- hun. Um can’t talk now…..yes…..yes….yeap they’re here….mhmm…yeap..bye bye.”

He stood straighter and interlocked his cervos together. His scared smile remained and his optics were scared and unsure. Trying his best to keep it together.

This was going to be a long meeting.

I swear I get way into the story sometimes. This won’t be a long chapter sadly but I hope the chapters will make up for it. Hopefully you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Really excited to get to the next chapter soon.

As always a repost is appreciated and I hope you guys are having a good day and a happy new year! Next chapter will be released same time in the next hour for some final touch ups.

[tinydefector]

Hello!!!

May I request a fem s/o who's currently in ovulation and mtmte cyclonus sensing this and just wants to breed s/o

MINE

Info: Guys, I don't write fem, so if I get request for fem they are going to be written gender neutral. Please make sure to read my rules beforehand. If you don't state for the reader to be cybertronian, I write them as human as default.

Cyclonus x human Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: smut, fingering, oral, sex, breeding kink, #Valveplug

Masterlist

Cyclonus masterlist

11

__________________________

Cyclonus could smell it on their skin, the chance in their hormones, it had become something he was rather aware of over the time he had been with them. afterall humans emitted phenomenons that were rather potent, and it is driving him mad.

His sensors detected the change days ago but each day their scent had just gotten sweeter as the pheromones permeating his lover's flesh grew richer. He could no longer ignore it. 

His optics linger on then across the room as they entertain themself with one of the hobbies they are rather fond of. He clenched his dentas in frustration, Cyclonus is a mech of great resilience and patience but this, this was going to send his coding up the wall. 

Reason finally snapped when strong arms curled around their waist, hot ventilations gusting whispered pleas against the back of their neck. His engine roared to life as old world coding surged forth in a torrent, demanding satiation through their offered flesh alone.   

Turning slowly this chuckle softly. “Hello Handsome, what can I do for you?” They hum  within his embrace, Cyclonus lets out an almost snarl like vent, vying for control against swelling passions and desire to claim them right there. Lips met in a crushing, bruising kiss as his talons gripped hips tight. Soft gasp leave their lips against his, head lent back so they could continue kissing him. 

Drawing back, Cyclonus uttered one low command. "Bed. Now." 

Their eyes go wide over the suddenness of it but are quick to follow his instructions. "Clo what's wrong?" They ask slightly worried, they hadn't seen him, likely this, last time he looked ready to rip something apart was after another scuffle with Whirl. 

Cyclonus loomed over the bed optics drinking in their form as they stood there watching him. His engines growled low in mounting need. 

“Nothing is wrong," he rasped, talons tracing their form with impossible care. He had always been rather careful and gentle with them, afraid he could break them easily with just the wrong move, over time he learnt they enjoyed the pain too. Each pass tingled their flesh with charged pleasure-pain sure to leave marks that would last solar cycles. 

" Your coding demands satisfaction" He pauses for a moment watching and waiting for their reaction.  "And I intend to provide," Cyclonus purred, moving onto the berth as he pressed a servo onto their stomach pushing them down onto the softer part of the bed, climbing over their prone body. His olfactories drank in heady perfumes of their arousal, despite Cyclonus being a being of metal their scent clung to his frame. 

Lowering his bulk, Cyclonus nipped a sharp line down their throat. "Your scent is driving me mad little love." His plating demanded his ‘mate’, and he intended to reap his reward. “I can smell your arousal seeping through your skin, it's Intoxicating” he mumbles against their throat. 

His servos work swiftly discarding their pants, as the scent hits him more he kisses his way down their body. They let out a loud yelp when he discards their pants. "You can smell me!?!" They were almost shocked, didn't even know it was something Cybertronian’s could do. Their back arches as Cyclonus' Glossa eagerly laps at their sex. 

Cyclonus rumbled approval against quivering flesh, talons parting their thighs running his glossa's full length in one heady lave. His lover keened helplessly at the intimate invasion, 

"Of course I can smell you," he crooned, his lips seal around them gently sucking, and dragging more moans from their lips as one of their legs rested over his shoulder plating. 

"Your rich scent screams for a mate, begging to be seeded." Another skilled flick wrung breathless cries from lungs near to bursting. "And I intend to fill you past overflowing, mark you thoroughly, since you seem so eager." 

Revving his powerful engines provided vibration another layer of maddening pleasure His glossa ravaged their sex with single-minded focus, them. Only when reduced to a sobbing wreck did he grant brief respite. Pulling away to admire their stunning form. 

 talons tracing down to their tight entertain, teasingly pressing in and out stretching them and preparing them for himself. Their heads hit the berth as a hand comes up to cover their mouth, legs spread wider for Cyclonus. "Fuck, oh my God, Cyclonus" they yelp as he grips their hips holding them stead so he can driving his glossa into them along with his digits. Their other hand grip one of his horns to steady themself as they rock against him.

 

Cyclonus growled in approval against flushed flesh, engines revving like thunder at their moans. Never had submission so thoroughly captivated him - their writhing form clinging to his plating, he glimpsed all that he and his race had lost since Cybertron's fall, and how he relished having them under his form.  

His glossa delved deeper, curling talismanic strokes along pulsing inner walls. Their ragged moans stirred coding that had never stirred within him before, the hellbent need to breed them. 

They choke out on needy cries as their orgasm struck in shattering waves, rolling their  hips to meet his mouth. Once satisfied he drew back,loomed over their limp form glistening with aftermath, optics afire as he studied the heavy breaths their heave in. His spike pressurised, merciless heat radiates from his body against delicate thigh. 

"You are mine ," Cyclonus rasped, nipping sharp approval upon kiss-bruised lips. 

They lay there, tears of pleasure slowly running down their cheek, legs twitching as Cyclonus releases his Interface panel letting his spike pressurised, teasingly pressing it against their much smaller form.

He rumbled deep in approval at their limp, ravished state "So willing and eager," he praised, nipping fierce approval upon kiss-swollen lips. His spikehead teased their lubricant slicken entrance with torturous circular rolls. 

"Only you could stir my coding so, teasing me like this" Cyclonus rasped, increasing pressure just shy of breaching weeping limits. Gripping their hips in an unyielding vise, Cyclonus peered down at them. “you would rather stunning with my sparkling, little love” he presses in slowly, sheathing his length to hilt in a few deep thrusts. 

They moan out loudly as Cyclonus sinks into them, clinging onto him, fingers digging into ridges of his armour for stability. "Fuck, fuck!" They gasp out, eyes shut in pleasure. "Sy," they whine.

 

Cyclonus growled into their shoulder, Talons gripped their flesh in punishing vice, determined to mark them until they bore his branding. His powerful frame began pistoning deep, slow thrusts. "Mine," he snarled against kiss-bruised lips, increasing the tempo of grinding pumps as transfluid steadily flowed into their smaller body. 

Their willing flesh was his to claim without restraint, his to breed. And he intended on that, it mattered not to him that humans and cybertronian’s DNA and Cybertronian nanite, coding and protoplasm won't mingle. He was hellbent on breeding his human, and they were eager for him. He craved to see them round with a sparkling, to feel the pulse of their spark, to feel their field and they grow in his human. Never before had he craved to spark someone as he did his lover. 

Sinful moans fall from their lips as transfluid drips from them as Cyclonus continues thrusting into them. They clench around him each time he thrust deeper, driving the bright pink fluid further into their willing form. "Cy, Cy! Fuck, fuck please so good so good!" They call out into his plating. 

"Mine, mate, my little love" he purrs out, the loud rumble against their body makes them clench even harder. His grip is unrelenting upon their waist ploughing into them steadily against the berth. His spike flared within weeping walls, pulsing transfluid poured possession upon deepest recesses of their body. 

"You were made solely for this," Cyclonus growled, increasing brutal tempo sure to grind fragile flesh to rapture's shining edge. When they are struck in shattering waves of their next orgasm, he drinks in their keening cries, intent on searing his brand upon their body. 

They shuddered through aftershocks' radiance, his spike continued pulsing torrents meant to swell their much smaller form beyond capacity. his very coding, yearning  for a small hope that they may at some point gift him a new spark. Whines spill from their lips as they go limp on the berth. Their abdomen bulged with his spike and fluid, they look stunning. Bright pink transfluid leaks onto the bed. They look thoroughly fucked. They clench around him desperately as he grinds into them trying to rut his fluid deeper. Soft little keens come from them as they cling to Cyclonus.

"My little light, my little love," Cyclonus rumbled, field swelled, he cradles their quivering frame. looming over their sticky, limp form painted inside and out with evidence of him. 

They lay there intertwined with his much larger form, Panting. "So are we going to talk about it?" They ask softly. fingers dancing along his plating. Cyclonus rumbled low in approval at how they looked, massaging tender flesh. "There is nothing to discuss," he replied gruffly, though palming their swelling abdomen with unexpected care. His coding pleading that the seeds taking hold within his little lover. 

"You are mine to claim, your body called out for me and I provided." His engine rumbled deeply. "Cy baby I love you dearly but, you can literally smell me!, omg have you been able to smell me when I get aroused?" They are rather embarrassed over the new information. Cyclonus huffed an impatient ventilation, grip tightening faintly on their pliant form pressing deeper into them making sure they didn't part. 

"Of course I can discern your body's tells," he grated, thumbing their swollen belly with newfound gentleness. "As all sensors can detect subtle changes auguring fertility in potential carriers/sires." He presses a  gentle kiss to their forehead, pulling away and exposing clenched denta in feral smirk. "Your aroused state demanded satisfaction I could no longer deny." Taloned digits trailed up their frame, Crimson optics seared into wavering gaze. "Does this truly trouble you?" Cyclonus nuzzled closer kissing quivering lips with uncommon affection.

 " can everyone else smell me?" They ask in a whisper softly before the look of horror crosses their face. "Oh God, can they all smell us right now?!" They nearly squeal as he presses his hips more flush against theirs, they lean into his touch head rested against his chassis.

Cyclonus chuckled deeply at their fluster, massaging skin writhe against his ample frame with slow assurance. "Lower your voice, my little light," he rumbled, optical ridges creasing in a rare approximation of humour. Crimson optics shimmered with banked passions barely leashed once more. 

"While our scents may linger, the others are very much aware you are my conjunx '' Cyclonus assured, engines purred as he nuzzled feverish skin with surprising care, 

"And should you demand further... satisfaction," he rumbled, gripping their willing form flush to pulsing arrays. "Only this room's walls will bare witness” he teases lightly. 

[in1-nutshell]

Fearless has one fear...

SFW, Platonic, Mention of injury, slightly detailed, Mention of blood, WARNING! Pediophobia, ANGST, Human reader

MTMTE

“Why is Jenna heading to the bathroom now?!”

“She knows his in there, right?”

“Shhh!”

“Don’t shh me! I have a point!”

Thanks to careful planning, and many favors pulled, the bar was hosting Halloween Movie nights until the holiday came. Of course, this caught the attention of plenty of bots on the ship. Now whether they were actually interested in the holiday or just looking for an excuse to get snacks, they didn’t care. It was nice to have company.

Fearless and Swerve supplied the watch party with plenty of the old timey classics, even slipping in older movies with the fakest looking blood and weapons ever. Those movies somehow managed to scare some of the more ‘jaded’ bots.

Tonight, it was a small group of bots who joined in, even Megatron had made an appearance. Fearless had to pull the ‘puppy dog eyes’ for a full minute to get Megatron to finally join.

They were sitting in the center of his servos, eating a bucket filled with popcorn and a fuzzy blanket wrapped around their shoulders. A gift from Rodimus after their last planetary trip to Earth.

“Is any of this scaring you?”

Fearless looked up at their father figures red optics. They lessen their grip on the blanket. The human had felt him flinch a bit at some of the cheap jump scares a couple of minutes ago. How knew the Ex-warlord hated fake guts that were clearly made of spaghetti.

“Psh, it takes a bit more than a low budget serial killer movie to scare me, Meg’s.”

The helpless woman on screen screamed as she tripped over nothing.

Several bots groaned at this. Some of frustration and others of anxiousness.

“You think her balance is off? Maybe that’s why she keeps falling.” First Aid mused as his vizor was glued to the screen.

Swerve laughed.

“Nah. That’s usually how a lot of humans in these films are.”

Tailgate poked his helm from Cyclonus hug. The larger purple mech had the minibot in his lap with his arms secured around him as he trembled.

“Do all human’s do this when they’re afraid?”

Fearless looked over at the shaking minibot. He wasn’t used to scary movies yet like the others.

“Yeah, some humans do kinda act on instinct when they are really scared. Logic goes out the window when we get into some scary situations. We’re more concern on staying alive and getting the Pits away from the danger.”

Fearless saw Whirl winking at them, at least an attempt with his only optic. He was sitting next to Cyclonus and Tailgate, his claw buried in a bucket of energon goodies as were most of the other bots in the room.

“Not all humans apparently, since you’ve been on this ship, not ONCE have we seen you pull that.” Whirl gestured the woman once again tripping over thin air.

Fearless just smirked in response.

“I like to think that some of my braincells stick with me Whirl.”

Rewind looked over at the seemingly relaxed human in the Ex-warlord’s servos. He was seated next to Chromedome on a nearby table nursing a small cube of engex.

“Aren’t you afraid of anything? Surely there’s something?”

Fearless huffed in response, readjusting themselves in Megatron’s servo.

“Of course I get scared Rewind, its only natural.”

“I do not recall seeing you being that afraid since you have been on this ship.” Cyclonus said as he readjusted his hold on Tailgate, making a motion to the movie.

Fearless looked over at the minibot still quite anxious for the movie to be over. They felt a pang of guilt for dragging him and Cyclonus to the watch party. Tailgate deserved better…

… maybe telling wouldn’t be too bad…

“Dolls. Hate—”

Brainstorm screeching cut them off. The scientist jumped up, knocking his bucket on an unsuspecting Pipes and Riptide who were sitting nearby.

“OH, SWEET PRIMUS! HE FOUND HER! RUN JENNA! RUN LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!”

Suddenly everyone’s focus was back on the screen, yelling and trying to warn the woman to run for her life.

Fearless let out a sigh of relief.

There was no way anyone was going to remember that.

They looked up at Megatron who was watching the screen like everyone else. His digits slightly curled seeing the human in distress. Fearless just patted his digits a bit before going back to watching the movie.

Halloween came sooner than they expected. Fearless was finishing their rounds while thinking about what the memo Swerve had sent them.

The bar was going to be having a small celebration for Halloween after hours. It would have been the bar’s theme, but Magnus deemed some of the décor to be a ‘safety hazard’ and wanted to review all the movies beforehand. There wouldn’t be anything he could do after hours after Rodimus gave him a seal of approval.

All they had to do was wait another 2 hours before the party would start.

“Hey Fearless!”

A group of drunk mechs stood in front of them.

“Yes? You need something?”

Some of the bots giggled drunkenly while their ‘leader’ shushed them.

“Th-there’s a special package for you in here.”

The bot pointed to the ‘small’ broom closet.

They raised an eyebrow at them.

“This isn’t some sort of prank, right?”

The mech’s giggled.

“Nope!” Popping the ‘p’.

Fearless sighed tiredly. They really wanted to head to the bar, but by the looks of these mech’s they weren’t going to let them through without looking in that closet.

“Fine.”

They would regret going in.

As soon as they were inside, the mech’s had closed and locked the door.

“Lets see how fearless you really are!”

Fearless yelled and banged on the door to let them out. All they could hear was laughing and retreating pedesteps.

Great.

All they had to do was try and reach the number pad a few feet above them, or radio Meg’s if things got a bit too frustrated. They were going to need to talk to Rodimus or Magnus about installing more human friendly—

CCCRRRREEEEEAAAAKKKKKK!

“Hello Friend!”

They froze in place.

Someone was in there with them.

Fearless silently cursed themselves for leaving their blaster with Brainstorm for repairs. They took out their phone flashlight and tried to look for the thing.

“You’re my best friend!”

The voice cracked a bit at the end. It sent a shiver down Fearless spine.

Creepy.

Another creak sounded just as they shown their light on them.

They dropped the phone.

Their heart suddenly started pounding hard, their breathing was harsh and shallow, a scream was lodged in their throat and their hands started trembling.

But the worse part was that they felt like they couldn’t move.

Illuminated by the little light in the room stood several life-sized porcelain dolls with their arms reached out.

“Let’s be friends forever!”

Fearless turned to the locked door and started pounding on it like their life depended on it.

“SOMEONE GET ME OUT! SOMEONE HELP! WHIRL! RODIMUS! MEGATRON! DAD! DAD HELP!”

The shadows only seemed to loom over them. It looked like they were moving closer.

Panicking, the human started beating and clawing at the door for any way of escape as tears started falling.

“PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP! ANYONE! HELP! PLEASE!”

There was a sudden and violent lurch from the ship, sending Fearless to the ground and the dolls flying straight at them.

Fearless screamed bloody murder as they came crashing down, the porcelain cutting into their face as they continued to scream and claw their bloodied hands at the door. They heard several cracks, but they didn’t care. They just needed to get out.

“MEGATRON! DAD! DAD HELP ME! DAD!”

They could only see the broken faces and limbs start crawling and grabbing their body.

They were going to die here.

“DAD!”

The door was suddenly opened and Fearless took off running.

They didn’t see the bots around the room, they didn’t seem to care that they nearly got stepped on and ran over.

The human yelped as they were suddenly scooped up.

Everything was too bright, too blurry, too fast.

They could hear voices but couldn’t make out who was who.

Something poked their side and they let out a sharp scream, curling up into a fetal position, cramming their bloodied (and probably broken) hands in their head.

Their head felt light and heavy. Everything was hurting and felt as if it were on fire. They were wet, though if by the blood or tears they didn’t know, maybe both.

The human felt a gentle breeze pass through before falling  into the darkness that had been edging their vision.

…

Fearless woke up and first noticed the familiar smell of the med bay. They slowly opened their eyes as everything started coming into focus. They were in fact in the medbay. Looking down, or as down as they could, laid their bandaged body. Most of their arms and hands were wrapped up. Their right leg had a cast, and they now noticed that part of their head was wrapped up too.

They turned to one side and saw someone staring at them.

“Fearless?”

“D-da- dad?”

Megatron’s spark broke as Fearless started to cry out in relief.

He gently strokes the side of their head that wasn’t bandaged.

“Shhh… I’m here… I’m here…”

Fearless continued to sob into Megatron’s digits, wincing a bit as they managed to try and cling to him.

He was here. Here with them.

“I… I…”

The words died before they could come out. How were they going to explain this? Who knows how many bots had heard or even seen them. The sounds of incoming pedesteps made them look up to see Ratchet. The older bot gave them a warm smile. It was one of those smiles that made you feel like everything was going to be okay.

“Here.”

The doctor passed Megatron some water for them to drink. Fearless’s throat never felt so dry until the liquid started trickling down their throat.

“Your vocal cords are raw right now. Best not to talk until they heal a bit more.”

They opened their mouth to speak put Ratchet held out his servo and gave them a bit of a stern look. Megatron mirrored it.

“You can get back to talking when they are better Fearless. There is no rush right now.”

Fearless squinted their eyes at Megatron before huffing out a puff of air as they slowly slumped back into the bed.

“The events that happened… we saw the footage from the security cameras and a bit of an investigation on what was inside the room.”

The bots could see the injured human tense up at hearing about the room.

Megatron cleared his throat.

“All of the… remnants in the room have been cleaned and incinerated. The bots have been taken into the brig and are now being talked to by Ultra Magnus, but I think it is safe to say that they will not be going anywhere near you anymore.”

The human slightly relaxed after hearing that. They leaned a bit on his digits sighing.

They didn’t need to know the beating they took when Whirl and some of the other crew found out.

The three of them jumped hearing a loud BANG!

“I know their awake First Aid! Let me in!”

“Ratchet is checking up on them Whirl, just be patient—”

“Do you know who you’re talking to right? I will not—HEY! Hornhead put me down!”

Megatron heard a strain chuckle come from Fearless as they tried to crane their head to the door.

Ratchet sighed tiredly.

“You have some visitors. I’ll get them updated on your condition before they plow through my staff.”

Megatron and Fearless tense a bit as Ratchet walked to the door grabbing several wrenches in his servos. The unmistakable ‘CLUNK!’ and ‘OW!’ sounds were heard.

The Ex-warlord looked down and smiled softly at his child.

There was no need to tell them how his spark stopped when he saw them tumbling out of the room after Tailgate had ripped the door off its hinged.

There was no need to tell how he shouted at everyone to stop moving so they couldn’t get trampled.

There was no need to tell how fast he retracted his servo from them when they screamed and went limp in Ratchet’s servos.

There was no need to tell them how he barreled down the hall when he heard their blood curling screams.

There was no need.

Not, now at least.

Whirl, disappearing the moment he finds out who put his Amica in the medbay.

[chefbeepo]

MTMTE FRIEND DYNAMIC INFOGRAPH (before lost light 25) according to my headcannons

I also have each color catagorized for your convenience here

Percy is acquaintances with Brainstorms friends by proxy

Everyone hates Cyclonus tm

Everyone in Nauticas group are buddies 5 ever

*technically* simpatico isn't cannon yet according to tne timeline but idgaf

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!!

I'm not joking there's spoilers here so WATCH OUT

MTMTE freindship dynamics post lost light 25 (aka new universe)

Pretty much entirely different layout tbh? 3 of nauticas 5 bffs died. But here she also doesn't remember skids, so she feels somewhat indifferent, and the old feeling of grief mingled with guilt remains

Percy is considered friends, dare I say, even CLOSE friends with Brainstorms bffs

ALSO I MEANT TO ADD A GRIEF LINE BETWEEN SKIDS AND BRAINSTORM TOO WHOOPS

I have like, 1000 billion headcannons for their friendships all together but I'll elaborate on that jn another post

[transingthoseformers]

Sex Pollen Episode on the Lost Light:

It really depends on how fast the sex pollen works. Given enough time, I can imagine the crew either taking steps to formulate a cure or going under quarantine.

But this is porn and what happens is everyone starts acting like they’re at the Freakycon 500.

Mechs either lock themselves in their habsuites or just do it right then and there. I’m talking Cyclonus carrying Tailgate to their suite. CDRW start canoodling on the floor. Anode and Lug are defiling Swerve’s counter. Perceptor and Brainstorm lock the lab behind them and break out their handmade toys. Drift and Ratchet try to make it back to their habsuite, fail, and now Ratchet’s inner valve dom is out. Rodimus watches and self-services, or joins in, or gets it on with Megatron. (That’s actually how it goes for single mechs, they’re either locked away, voyeurs, or getting it on with each other)

Ultra Magnus holds out for as long as he can, trying to maintain order and documenting the event for future write-ups, even as mechs interface their sparks out on any surface available, fluids everywhere.

Oh god Ultra Magnus (trying) to be the responsible one here is so fun

He's trying🥺

[cozzzynook]

I love that despite being leader of the Decepticons and feared throughout the galaxy, Megatron is just the biggest softie when it comes to sparklings. Even when he boards the LL he still finds himself babysitting sparklings.

The first time this happened was when Tailgate was asked to help move some heavy equipment in the cargo bay, the mini who was currently holding his and Cyclonus's bittie quickly handed his sparkling to Megatron who happened just to be walking by. The co-captain just finds himself standing still stunned while this purple and blue sparkling is happily beeping away, just looking up at awe at this very tall mech who was taller than their Sire.

Not wanting to disappoint the sparkling, Megatron quickly headed to his office and quickly set up a play pen, dragging out old toys and poetry he used to read for Soundwave's cassettes. For the next hour the sparkling is under the watchful eye of Megatron just happily playing with their toys and beeping away without any care in the world. When tailgate returns to pick up his bittie, he is shocked to find both Megatron and his sparkling deep in recharge. Not wanting to disturb his captain's rest he grabs one of the plushie from the play pen and carefully swaps it out with his sparkling, he then leaves a note saying thank you before leaving queitly.

From then on Megatron ends up becoming one of the best babysitters on the LL just seconded by Whirl (who is good with sparklings, in his own way) Its fairly common to see Megatron walking down the halls quickly followed by a gaggle of sparkings who happily chase after him while loudly beeping and chirping. Its gotten to the point that Rodimus had to help out his fellow captain due to the sparklings refusing to leave him alone during shifts. Roddy doesn't mind, he thinks its cute to see someone big and scary as Megatron be so gentle and to see the crew's sparklings not be afraid of him. He can't help but blush slightly when he starts imagining Megatron taking care of their future sparklings, but he knows that will be a while off they are not even bonded yet.

🥹🥹🥹 whoever you are you’re invited to my happiness party

Meggy being such a softy towards sparklings of all ages even terrible teens is something i love!

No matter how disrespectful he will not harm them just give a fitting punishment.

Maybe thats another reason rodimus saw hope in him too?

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　MTMTE x gn reader

　　　　『　rodimus ,, ultra magnus ,, chromedome ,, rewind ,, megatron ,, whirl ,, tailgate ,, swerve ,, cyclonus ,, first aid ,, ratchet ,, drift ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> christmas on the lost light

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— sorry i havent been uploading as much 😭💔 ive been busy with work and school ,, but im on christmas break so hopefully ill be able to get through the few requests i have sitting in my inbox rn and reopen requests :(( ima try to start uploading more now as much as i can ❤️ heres a little something for christmas though ! hope you all enjoy christmas this year <3

• it was natural for the bots aboard to be interested in human customs ,, having lived in a war most their life . death and violence were something they were quite used to experiencing ,, never really having the time to experience anything outside of the horrors of war itself .

• swerve was one of the few main bots that pestered you often about human holidays . cybertronians didn't celebrate much ,, unless they were a group of autobots who just gave some decepticons a what-for .

• then again ,, swerve usually asked many questions regarding things on earth and what humans do . sometimes you humored him ,, sometimes you told little lies ,, like if you clapped three times in a mall it would be a sign that a tiger was loose . it was quite fun to put silly nonsense in that processor of his at times .

• though when it came to christmas he would not leave you alone . whether you celebrated it or not ,, you still explained the custom in general to him . how old saint nicholas would mosey on down the chimney ,, eat the cookies and drink the milk left out for him ,, and leave presents under the tree lit well and adorned with ornaments .

• you even pulled up the santa tracker for swerve ,, showing him where santa would go and be ,, how on christmas eve he would be flying around with his reindeer and leave presents

• hearing all of this intrigued chromedome and rewind ,, as well as tailgate and whirl . cyclonus didn't understand the hype and belief of having an old random man leave gifts in your house and eat your food even if left out specifically him . tailgate was thrilled though ,, a funny little old man leaving him gifts seemed so heavenly to him . chromedome and rewind ,, however ,, had different opinions . rewind was interested in this human holiday ,, whilst chromedome shared the same opinion as cyclonus . how were you sure this 'santa' guy wasnt gonna rob you ? and when you were sleeping nonetheless .

• rodimus already knew of this tradition ,, as did ratchet and ultra magnus . rodimus was quite ecstatic at the idea of having a christmas party ,, watching christmas movies and sipping on energon . maybe he could even have you sit on his lap ,, all cozy in those soft blankets and sippin on your own mug of hot chocolate .

• ratchet couldnt care less ,, grumbling something about how 'you humans and your holidays and customs' . though he definitely didnt deny the offer of going to this christmas party ,, it was nice to spend some time that didn't involve life threatening situations for once .

• ultra magnus ,, on the other hand ,, was quite picky about how the christmas party should be set up . he even tried to ban home alone ,, saying he didnt want rodimus to get any ideas from the traps in the movie . the last thing he needed was to end up in one the next day . though ,, the many outweigh the few ,, and so home alone was allowed in the movie marathon .

• now when you told him about the grinch ,, he wasnt sure if you were mocking him by saying it was an actual movie or if he should be concerned for what this dr.seuss guy was drawing . i mean ,, have you seen how hairy the grinch is ? or how the whos in whoville are shaped ? pointy noses and all ,, it was quite new to magnus .

• megatron ,, who overheard everything ,, already knew he wasnt going to be wanted at the party . it made sense ,, his past and everything he's done to earth and its people . though when you asked him to come ,, that you personally wanted him there ,, he swore he felt his spark stop for a second . he only gave a nod ,, whilst ravage bickered to him that night in his habsuite .

• whirl ,, to say the least ,, was prepared to fight santa . he was watching the santa tracker ,, waiting for the jolly fellow to pop up so whirl could fly down and bring out the big guns ( that brainstorm recently made ,, not yet tested out or put through a test trial so lord knows what may go wrong) . magnus almost had to throw him in the brig if he couldnt contain his sudden rage and fury for the old man .

• first aid was somewhat interested ,, never having celebrated a holiday before . it would be nice ,, getting together and doing nothing but watching movies all day . he hadnt seen movies from earth that much either ,, besides a few fast n furious ones here and there . needless to say ,, he was somewhat concerned for humans need to trash cars . he cringed a little on the inside ,, watching those perfectly good cars blow up . it was like a horror movie but for cybertronians .

• during the movie marathon ,, whirl tried to sneak violent night and black christmas in ,, saying they were also christmas movies and that they should watch them . magnus ended up throwing them out ,, saying no one really felt like seeing dying people during this one time of peace .

• drift enjoyed the nightmare before christmas ,, the claymation alone was enough to captivate him . then the designs of the characters ,, the music and songs ,, even jack's childlike wonder for christmas matched his own (in a few ways) . during that movie you sat with him ,, sharing a few facts about the movie itself . how long it took to make and how hard it is to do claymation movies .

• during the polar express you stayed with rewind and chromedome ,, snuggling in between the two and sippin on your hot chocolate . rewind enjoyed watching the train on the ice whilst chromedome puffed about how he coulda easily done that himself and saved everyone . you only rolled your eyes ,, muttering out a sure as you fought back a smile .

• during a break in between the movies you noticed megatron ,, standing awkwardly in the corner with his own cube of fools energon in servo . you smiled at the bot ,, walking up to him and having a small conversation with him . you didnt honestly think he’d show up ,, but youre glad he did . he let you sit with him during one of the movies ,, bonding well with the giant bot .

• he was quite warm ,, heat coming from off his body as you huddled close to him . he tucked his servo around you ,, worried you may fall off . for a few moments during the movie you swore you saw him smile at some of the corniest parts ,, or chuckle softly at some of the dumbest jokes .

• you took turns ,, switching between bots during different movies . you would sit in their laps ,, explain little things you liked about the movie playing and share a few things of your own childhood during this time of the year .

• it was nice ,, to say the least . having time to the bots ,, doing things that reminded you of home . it wasnt the same ,, but it was the thought that counted . spending time with them peacefully was more than enough for you ,, and definitely more than you could ask for this christmas .

[writeyouin]

Could I request a scenario? During the mutiny of the Lost Light, liaison reader somehow missed the whole thing and is stuck on the Lost Light with no leadership and some bots who are not too keen on them being there. They hide out in the vents and sort of just stay there like “Day 23 in the vents. They haven’t found me yet but when they do they’ll be surprised.” Getaway swears he hears something but bots who are friends with the liaison swear they can’t hear anything.

A/N – Okay, so I actually wrote a full fic for this last year and I was typing it up and the whole thing got deleted and then I couldn’t find the notebook I wrote it in and ever since then I’ve just despised that I lost it and never attempted to re-write it. Anyway, now I’m going to do it as bullet points.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Maybe it’s just because you were so small that you escaped into the vents unnoticed, or maybe Getaway was planning on keeping you as a hostage, or some kind of fucked up pet. That seemed like something he would do.

Either way, when the chaos began, you went unfound, and you decided to keep it that way, stubbornly hiding inside the ventilation system. You knew them a bit too well because of regular games with Skids where you hunted one another, trying to beat the timer.

You had tried to get to Rodimus, Megatron, Ratchet, and any number of the bots you knew. But there was no reaching them in time.

Now, you were stuck on the Lost Light, unable to return to your room, except for the rare occasions you needed to reach the food replicator. You were damned lucky there were a select number of tiny storage compartments only you could get into which had been turned into toilets for you.

Frankly, you wished more of them were showers, but sometimes it helped to be sweaty and gross as you mentally lived the John McClane lifestyle, though frankly, you could get through the vents upright, with no need to crawl.

Initially, Getaway must have suspected that you might still be on the ship because he put your room under guard and left food traps out for you.

Honestly, how stupid did he think you were?

You were smarter than he knew, and on top of it, you were pissed.

Yet, when it became clear you couldn’t rescue the bots he and his crew had mutinied against, you decided to use your intellect to psychologically destroy him… or at least fuck with him as best you could.

Having fallen asleep in the vents, you had lost track of him. This happened every couple of days or so since you were more determined to watch Getaway than you were to rest.

Honestly, you didn’t know whether you were more or less healthy than before. You were losing weight from tiredness, despite having enough food and water in your pack from the replicator. But you had more stamina and endurance than before from all the stalking you did.

“Target acquired,” You said under your breath as you found Getaway in his hab-suite. He was in stasis.

Perfect.

You got in position, standing directly above his chassis.

“Okay,” You whispered, kneeling and rooting through your backpack. “Ready to deploy, Agent RJ?”

Agent RJ was one of the Roombas you had collected from the vents. They had a more rounded top than Earth Roombas, and kind of reminded you of a horseshoe crab with the rounded top.

This one was Agent RJ, full alias: Rodimus Junior.

You had recruited it, painted it with Rodimus’ colours, and now you were going to drop it on your enemy while he slept.

Lifting the vent grate slightly, you threw Agent RJ as hard as you could, then scurried back where you wouldn’t be seen.

Getaway woke with a start then yelped an undignified scream at the sight of the message on top of RJ.

I’m coming for you, you ship-stealing fragger!

The best part was that it was written in Cybertronian so he wouldn’t ever think of suspecting you. You had learned to write it from Cyclonus a long time ago, though it was impossible for you to speak it.

Take that fucker.

Getaway ran to the other side of the room, starting the alarm. You smiled in satisfaction. It was great whenever he did that. The remaining crew were getting really sick of his paranoid antics. Especially when Getaway claimed he kept hearing someone, but that was also just you pretending to be the voices of those he’d thrown off the ship, though you only did it when he was alone.

Once, Roller had heard you and found you shortly thereafter, but he had let you go and told you to stay hidden.

You asked him why he was helping you, and he’d informed you there were a few bots with regrets about the mutiny.

You visited him when you could, but it was always a risk to leave the protection of your high haven. Still, you felt safe knowing there was at least one bot on the ship who would look out for you, probably more if the rumours about others regretting their actions were to be believed.

You waited for Getaway to get some distance from you before going after him, leaving just enough of a gap so as not to be noticed while you spoke into a… Well, you didn’t know what it was, but for the sake of your sanity, the little machine was a voice recorder, even if it couldn’t technically do that.

“Day 32 in the vents. Mission success. Note: Enlist more Roombas into the rebellion.”

It took a little while to run across another of the little cleaners whilst following snatches of Getaway’s conversation, seeing him every couple of minutes through the grates you passed over.

You snatched up the Roomba, hugging it to your chest.

Then, very seriously, you addressed it, “Welcome to the war effort, Megatron Junior. Sometime in the next 30 days, you will be deployed to the enemy camp when he sleeps. You have until then to train.”

When Getaway finally settled in a seat, grumbling at his subordinates, you took some time to start painting Agent MJ. He needed to look good for his Quest against that double-crossing son of a bitch.

[blighted-lights]

Blight,,,, takes your hand,,,,,, Thinking about ravage ,, obsessing about ravage. Give me your ravage thoughts for today. I wanna hear about our girl,,,

so sorry this took me so long to get to, but HI MARS!

today's ravage thoughts are entirely focused on when shockwave shot ravage through the chest in idw after ravage jumped in-between the waves in defense of shockwave. it's something i've thought about before a bunch but smthing about it has been sticking with me today. like. LOOK.

like ravage wasn't just shot here. her plating grayed, her optics went dim, and with shockwave's words overlaying these panels, it feels like ravage actually died here- at least for a second. this isn't ever addressed again but it's been rotting in my brain all day and i cannot stop thinking about it. especially as this is after the whole tyrest killswitch arc; ravage had two near-death experiences nearly back to back. ravage actually gets injured a LOT throughout idw, but these two events happening so close to each other is just,,, agh.

don't even get me started on the killswitch arc. imagine the absolute horror. ravage burning up inside and out and no one around her knowing why. soundwave being helpless to help her, forced into just watching as she overheats and convulses. ravage goes through SO MUCH in idw, and this isn't even talking about the times bludgeon and arcee stab her, being tossed around by the personality ticks, being run over by ironhide, getting knocked tf out by cyclonus- she doesn't WIN.

but yeah. none of this is coherent but i'm thinking about her and soundwave today.

[a-wynterwonderland]

You know what More Than Meets The Eye deserved?

A beach episode. The Lost Light crew visits a beach resort planet for a mini-vacation, chaos ensues.

Swerve falls asleep on the beach and several people bury him, drawing patterns in the sand he's buried in to make him look like a mermaid. Rodimus' holoform is wearing the most obnoxious beach outfit imaginable and a huge straw hat. Whirl gets banned from the beach indefinitely for yelling out "Shark!" and making everyone panic (there are no sharks on this planet.) Tailgate was almost swept out to sea but was saved by Cyclonus, who proceeded to lecture him for hours about how dangerous and stupid that was. Everyone teams up to drown Getaway.

Megatron and Ultra Magnus stand in the back, arms folded and watching like a bunch of disappointed dads (they're both wearing beach hats)

[anony-man]

Chubformers drabble #109!

Characters: Cyclonus & Tailgate (IDW)

Word count: 1.4k

There was nothing better than a good round of relaxing yoga after a long hour of strenuous exercise, said no one ever. Except maybe Drift, or even Cyclonus, who had become rather obsessed with getting himself back into working order as of late. Tailgate wasn’t sure what all the fuss was about, but he had to admit, he was starting to like it… the nice fat aft poised inches from his face, that is.

He wasn’t much for exercise regimens when the only things he was built to do were limited to his core uses, and that wasn’t a can of ener-worms the minibot was about to pop open. Still, he hadn’t passed on the chance to join his conjux in reaching out to their old CMO’s beloved partner after their not-so-pleasant annual trip to the medibay.

They were at peace now, which meant settling in for the long haul. Of course they were going to gain a bit of weight! Tailgate had expressed this countless times to Cyclonus, who had merely glowered at the reflection in the mirror while pinching at the fat on his frame with rough fingers every time.

This wasn’t like him, he’d say, picking at the piled up plate of food during their shared refueling sessions. He wasn’t built to carry all of this excess weight. Autobot or no, he had still been something bigger, something more powerful, a time before. He could hardly stand to look at himself anymore and witness the major damage just a few months of rest had done to his slim frame.

If you asked Tailgate, all that talk was nothing more than a pile of scrap. What was there to criticize? Cyclonus was finally settling in for a life of peace, and Tailgate was right there with him. So what if they gained a little here and softened a little there?

Cyclonus cared, though, and cared deeply. If getting back into shape is what he wanted, then Tailgate would do anything everything to make it happen—all while loving on that perfectly plump frame of his, of course.

A bit of intel from First Aid meant reaching out to Ratchet who talked with his conjux, and from there, the two bots found themselves the private members of workout sessions with Drift. Tailgate did what he could to join in, but it was almost impossible to focus on straining his small body when Cyclonus was bent over in front of him.

Stretching was just as much of a struggle as the exercising had been, given their long hiatus from running for their lives or clinging to the tendrils of existence. With years of experience in stony fronts under his belt, the condensation covering Cyclonus’ frame and the tremble of jiggling thighs almost went unnoticed… but not by Tailgate—not by a long shot.

“Focus on aligning your intakes with the rhythm of your spark,” Drift was explaining, his arms thrown up in a gentle arc over his helm. “Breathe in… and breathe out. Try to touch the tips of your pedes, then relax…”

Tailgate didn’t have to be told twice, as the air left his chest all at once in a startled wheeze when that perfect pear shape bent in half. Sculpted thighs had grown twice their size in their off-time, and with every jerky movement of his conjux’s frame, those fat masses of metal and mesh scraped together, the constant chafe producing the slightest of sounds.

He was happy to support Cyclonus’ journey towards regaining his strength and endurance. Really, he was. However, Tailgate would have been lying if he said he wasn’t secretly dreaming of slotting his helm between the negative space between those legs and begging Cyclonus to squeeze.

Drift was leading them into downward dog now, and Tailgate tried to copy their movements. He watched Cyclonus carefully, his intake catching in his throat as the plump mech bent low and stuck his aft to the sky.

Primus, what Tailgate wouldn’t give to call it a day and drag them both off to their quarters. He was practically famished now, starved of those thighs locked around his face. Popping his interface array open in the middle of their exercising was probably frowned upon, but he almost couldn’t take it.

He wanted—no, needed—to bury his face in the fatty buildup of that soft pouch on the ex-Con’s belly. Proper mouth be damned, he wanted to drown himself in the lubricants of that valve while his helm was crushed between those thighs.

He needed… yes, he needed Cyclonus to bury him under the weight of his frame. He wanted to feel those plump aft cheeks against his face, and he wanted to run his servos over the soft mesh of those thighs, and he wanted to nuzzle his helm into to rolls of that belly.

It was all he could do to not outright ogle that aft. Tailgate tried to catch a peek of Drift from over his conjux’s shoulder, but the longer he stared, the harder it became not to give up and go back to admiring the jiggle of those fat aft cheeks as he struggled to hold his pose.

“Remember to breathe,” Drift chimed in again, his voice gentle. “Relax into the pose and breathe… in—“

He could hear Cyclonus’ shaky intake, the tremble of his frame drawing Tailgate’s attention right back to that aft and those thighs.

“—and out—“

Click!

…frag. Ohhh, frag.

Tailgate fell to his mat with a squeal, his concentration broken by the sound of his array. In an attempt to save face, he rushed to cover up the exposed mess of the built up tension behind previously closed panels he’d tried so hard to hide. Unfortunately for Tailgate, there was only so much that scrambling to his pedes and holding both servos in front of the dribbling tip of his spike could do to hide the fact that he had most definitely been eyeing his conjux’s fat aft instead of joining in on the exercising.

“Sorry!” he managed to say in the middle of snatching up his towel and scurrying for the door. “Sorry, so sorry!”

While Drift sat in place with a confused frown, Cyclonus was already reaching for his own towel and glaring over his shoulder at the poor minibot with a poorly concealed blush. He didn’t dare speak, especially not when Tailgate was running this way and that, an incoherent blabber of apologies following his attempts at cleaning up and hauling his aft out the door at the speed of light.

Tailgate, at least, had enough sense left in him to head straight for their quarters to deal with… well, this. He’d leave Cyclonus to do the talking with Drift over their next scheduled exercise session, or yoga session, or whatever the hell it was they had planned with his conjux that got him so wound up.

He really couldn’t help himself, especially when Cyclonus looked so fragging hot. How could he not admire a frame like that, especially when it was perched mere inches from his face?

As he stumbled out the door, his towel hanging limply from his servos and only partially covering the embarrassment of popped panels poking up from underneath, he could hear Drift’s hesitation following him in a tentative request at their next possible meetup.

“Um…” the swordsmech began, sounding as though he were trying very hard not to bring up what had just happened. “Same time tomorrow?”

He didn’t stick around long enough to hear Cyclonus’ response, but really, he didn’t need to. Another round of intensive yoga meant getting a front row seat to the beauty of that mech’s stretched frame, and despite his little oopsie today, Tailgate wasn’t about to pass up on that opportunity.

Another round with Drift sounded promising, and the minibot was already figuring out just what he would say to convince Cyclonus to let him join again. First things first, though, as he still had to figure out how to take care of his current predicament, too. The solution to that was a simple one, though, and one involving a little bit of private time in their habsuite and a lot of that perfectly jiggly aft settling down onto his face.

If Cyclonus wanted to strengthen up and get back into shape, Tailgate was all for helping him get there. Still, that didn’t come without its own conditions… and the horny little minibot was more than happy to make sure they came to an agreement.