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[hairnskintips]

What is Laser Tattoo Removal and Why Derma Space is the Best Place for It in Pune

Understanding Laser Tattoo Removal

Tattoo removal has come a long way from the days of painful, ineffective methods that often left scars. Today, laser tattoo removal stands as the most advanced and effective way to erase unwanted ink. Here’s everything you need to know about this modern technique.

How Laser Tattoo Removal Works

Laser tattoo removal utilizes high-intensity light beams to break down the pigment colors in the tattoo. Here’s a step-by-step breakdown of the process:

Consultation: A thorough consultation is conducted to assess the tattoo and skin type, ensuring the appropriate laser technology is used.

Laser Application: During the procedure, the laser is applied to the tattooed area. The light pulses pass through the skin and are absorbed by the tattoo ink.

Ink Fragmentation: The laser energy causes the tattoo ink to fragment into tiny particles.

Natural Elimination: The body’s immune system then gradually removes these fragmented ink particles, causing the tattoo to fade over time.

Types of Lasers Used

Different types of lasers are used based on the color of the tattoo ink:

Q-switched NdLasers: Effective for darker colors like black and blue.

Q-switched Alexandrite Lasers: Used for green and blue inks.

Q-switched Ruby Lasers: Best for treating green, blue, and black tattoos.

Number of Sessions Required

The number of sessions required for complete removal depends on various factors, including the tattoo’s size, color, age, and the patient’s skin type. On average, multiple sessions spaced several weeks apart are necessary to achieve optimal results.

Benefits of Laser Tattoo Removal

Non-Invasive: Laser tattoo removal is a non-invasive procedure that doesn’t damage the surrounding skin.

Minimal Scarring: When performed by experienced professionals, the risk of scarring is minimal.

Effective: Capable of removing a wide range of tattoo colors and sizes.

Quick Recovery: The procedure involves minimal downtime, allowing patients to resume normal activities soon after treatment.

Why Choose Derma Space for Laser Tattoo Removal in Pune

Derma Space in Pune is renowned for its exceptional laser tattoo removal services. Here’s why it stands out as the best place for this procedure:

1. Experienced Dermatologists

Derma Space boasts a team of highly experienced dermatologists who specialize in laser treatments. Their expertise ensures that each patient receives personalized care tailored to their unique needs.

2. Advanced Laser Technology

Derma Space utilizes the latest laser technology, ensuring effective and safe tattoo removal. Their state-of-the-art equipment can target various ink colors and skin types, providing superior results.

3. Personalized Treatment Plans

Understanding that every tattoo and skin type is different, Derma Space offers customized treatment plans. This personalized approach maximizes the effectiveness of each session and ensures patient satisfaction.

4. Comfort and Safety

Patient comfort and safety are top priorities at Derma Space. The clinic’s modern facilities and stringent hygiene standards create a safe and comfortable environment for all procedures.

5. Post-Treatment Care

Derma Space provides comprehensive post-treatment care instructions to promote optimal healing and minimize any potential side effects. Their team is always available to address any concerns or questions patients may have during the recovery process.

Conclusion

Laser tattoo removal is the most advanced and effective method for erasing unwanted tattoos. Derma Space in Pune offers unparalleled expertise, advanced technology, personalized care, and exceptional results. If you’re looking to remove a tattoo, Derma Space is the best place to achieve clear, beautiful skin once again.

Book a consultation with Derma Space today and take the first step towards a tattoo-free future!

[pinkanonwrites]

Always Tip Your Bartender

MTMTE Swerve/Human Reader, 2000 words, GN Reader, Valveplug, Oral, Begging

I finally stopped procrastinating on this and I'm so glad I did cause I really enjoy it. Here's Swerve getting his spike sucked AND his valve ate as a treat.

Primus, you were going to kill him. Or break up with him, which would pretty much accomplish the same thing cause Swerve didn't really know how he would live without you. 

Either way, he was dead. And he had no one to blame but himself.

The evening had been going so well. You'd always insisted how much you enjoyed watching him work, and he was more than happy to have you sitting at the edge of the bar, dangling your feet off the side and chatting with whatever bot occupied the nearest barstool as he flitted around taking orders and refilling drinks. Whenever he'd brush past you'd hit him with that brilliant smile, the one that made him go all weak in the processor and wobbly in the knee joints, before playfully waving him off, insisting he gets back to work. 

Was it incredibly distracting? Yes. 

Had he broken several glasses while admiring you? Also yes. 

Would he ever want you to stop? Not in a billion cycles.

But tonight had been particularly busy, and maybe Swerve hadn't been able to give you quite as much attention between orders as he usually had. A concept that had completely slipped his mind until the moment Whirl raised a single claw and pointed you out across the bar.

"Don't look now, Chatterbot. But I think Fizzle over there's making a move on your fleshy!"

Spinning on his heel, there was a tight clench in Swerve's tanks when his optics landed on you. Fizzle stood, drink in servo and elbow strut propped on the bar, leaning more than a little bit too close into your personal space. Every time you seemed to shuffle back he moved closer, and though Swerve wasn't the best at reading lips he could tell by the furrow for your brow and crinkle of your nose that you were not enjoying the conversation at hand. He tossed the tray he was holding onto Whirl's table and ducked through the crowd, dodging flailing elbows of dancing patrons as he hurried back to your side.

As he neared, the drone of chatter and thumping music gave away enough that he could finally begin to pick up snippets of your conversation.

"I mean, everybody's curious!" Fizzle slurred, identifiably sloshed just by the way he spoke. "Just cause you don't hear bots talking about it doesn't mean we're not all thinking it."

"Look, dude, I'm not really comfortable with you asking about-"

"So how's it work, huh? Barely the size of a mini-con and you can still get spiked down by one of us? Swerve's kinda puny, yeah, but he's like twice your size! Got a real greedy little valve, don't y-HGGK!?!"

The next thing Swerve knew, Fizzle was laid out flat on his back at the edge of the dance floor. It took the sudden, hushed stares of the surrounding patrons and the sting of his knuckles before Swerve realized that the one who had punched the words out of Fizzle's slimy, inconsiderate intake was him. 

"Swerve!"

Oh Primus. You did not sound happy.

"I was- he'd just-" He stammered, making aborted hand gestures in between you and himself and the 'not unconscious but fairly woozy' Fizzle. "I don't, uh, he uh, really shouldn't be talking like that."

You hopped down from the bar and stalked over to him, gripping the edge of his forearm plating with an unexpected force and tugging him in the direction of the storeroom. He could have resisted you, if he wanted to. But he let himself be led away instead, pedes scuffing and dermas trembling as you tugged him along. The rolling din of the bar began to pick up again as you moved away, and Swerve could swear he heard Whirl yell something sarcastically supportive over the rumble of the crowd. A sound that was quickly cut off with the resounding metal slam of the storage room door.

“Um… H-Hi, sweetspark. Angel. Light of my life.”

“Get down here.” You snapped your fingers, pointing to the ground. Swerve slowly took a knee.

“Look, about Fizzle. I’m sorry, okay! I know I shouldn’t have hit him like that, I just couldn’t let- MMPFH?!~”

But before he could finish his desperate apology your lips were meeting his own, fingertips gripping and caressing the sides of his helm and brushing a ticklish trail along his armor. Your tongue lathed across the seam of his dermas and he couldn't help but open his intake to you, servo falling instinctively into the curve of your spine as you deepened the kiss. He let out a low, needy rumble of his engine when you began to pull away and you chuckled.

“Whu… Whuh?” He managed to force out, his processor still halfway caught between the realization that you weren't actually mad at him.

“I can't believe you actually punched him. In the face. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen.”

“So you're not- mmfh,~” His train of thought was only slightly interrupted by you pressing another wet kiss to his dermas. “Not mad?”

“Why would I be mad? He deserved it. Plus, I got to see my big, strong bot standing up for my honor.~”

“Ohhhh, thank Primus.” Swerve slumped his helm into the crook of your neck and let out a relieved groan, half from his own emotions and half from the pleasant tickle of your little fingers toying with the exposed cabling just beneath his helm. You had put a foot up on the bend of his thigh in order to reach him properly, and his servo gave your butt a soft squeeze when it came up to support you. “Thought you were gonna tear into me back here, to be honest.”

“Aww, did I worry you?” You pressed another fluttering kiss to the curve of his jaw. “And here I was thinking I should be giving you a reward instead.” He shivered as your lips traced just below his audial. A familiar clang and a muffled curse reverberated from Swerve, the unmistakable sounds of his spike pressurizing behind its panels. “That sounds like a yes?”

“Hoo yeah. Absolutely. Yes please. Whatever you want, sweetspark.”

“Wanna say yes a few more times?” You joked, sliding from his grasp and sinking slowly to your knees in front of Swerve’s modesty panel. As your fingers traced over his Autobrand the panels snapped back with a snikt and his chubby spike pressurized eagerly into your hands.

“Do you need me to?” He babbled through a wobbly grin. “Cause I will! I'll say whatever you want me to say if it'll keep your hands on me.” 

“...Y’know what? Yeah. I like that. Keep talking for me, baby.”

“Y-Yeah? I can talk all da-AaAaaAayy!?” His words choked off into a glitchy, garbled mess as you teased the underside of his head with the tips of your fingers. “Oh, oh! Mmmhmm, ahh! That’s se-sensitive…”

“I know, baby.” You cooed. Your fingers traced the biolights up the length of his spike before smearing the bead of transfluid at the tip wetly across the head. Swerve’s panels rattled as he shuddered, digits clawing absentmindedly at the door he was braced against to keep his hands from gripping his own spike. “That’s what makes it good though, isn’t it?”

“Mmh! So mean,” A low curl of steam hissed between his dentae.

“You love it.~”

“M-Maybe… Hngh!~” He gasped as you pinched the head between two fingers. “Ah! Ah! O-Okay, I do! I like it! Please, just- Ohhhh…~” He trailed off into another garbled mess as your lips wrapped around the tip, teasing the slit with your tongue. You took as much of his spike into your mouth as you could, stroking the rest in a tight fist as you swallowed around the solid, unrelenting obtrusion. The sharp metallic screech of his fingers gripping the door was only drowned out by his whines and gasps, staticky glitches increasing which each bob of your head. Drool and pre-fluid trickled from the corners of your mouth and down his length, further slicking your hand. When you pulled away with a wet, shaky breath, Swerve thought his spark was going to pop out of his chassis right then and there, valve cycling desperately around nothing as you pressed a slick kiss to the underside of his spike head with a barely audible moan.

“Swerve.” You murmured, your eyes hooded and glossy, your lips still grazing his spike.

“Yes?” He responded, twice as desperate and equally as enamored.

“Spread your legs for me. Push your hips out a little more.”

He let out a low, whimpering groan, widening his stance and pushing his hips out from against the wall. You ducked your head further, keeping a tight hand around his spike as you dragged your tongue up the length of his valve. 

“Ohh!~ Oh, oh that’s- ahhhh, ah, ah!~” Swerve did his best to fight the urge to wriggle, stabilizers shivering with need as you buried your mouth in his plush folds. Each time your nose bumped against his anterior node he let out a hiccuping gasp, transfluid dribbling  from both his tip and his valve as his calipers cycled around your intruding tongue. “It's so soooft, y-your mouth, I can’t- MMH!~ Oh, oh, please I- please make me…”

“You wanna cum?” You murmured, lips still pressed to his valve as you furiously stroked his spike, the rhythmic shlick shlick shlick almost drowned out by Swerve’s whirring fans and desperate whines.

“Yes, yes yes please! P-please, I want it, I want- AHHH!~” His vocalizer pitched up into a staticky howl as you took his node between your lips and sucked, hard. He glitched and wailed, helm thunking back against the door as his spike pulsed again and again in your grip, thick waves of transfluid shooting over your head and splattering against the store room floor. His valve clenched rhythmically, more translucent, pinkish fluid spilling down your chin and neck in kind. Only when he stopped shivering beneath you and fell limply back against the door did you draw away, fighting the prideful smile that tried to crawl across your face at Swerve’s ragged venting and still-flickering visor. You rested your cheek against his plated thigh, stroking the other with the hand no longer cradling his flagging spike. His helm lolled forward a bit, clarity beginning to blink back into his optics as he gazed down at you. Suddenly he let out a sharp gasp, one servo flying to cup the back of your head, digits splayed and feeling around frantically. Then he let out a soft, relieved sigh, the desperate groping of his servo slowing into something absent-minded and soothing.

“Whew. I didn't get any in your hair.” A quiet chuckle slipped through his dermas as he twiddled a bit of your hair between two digits. 

“Got it a few other places though. Not that I'm complaining.” You made a show of wiping your fingers across your chin before drawing them into your mouth and lapping them free of his fluids. He shivered, a delicate blue glow rising to his face plate, split wide in a crooked smile.

“C-careful now, or you might get me all charged up again. Then we’ll be here all night.”

“You’re saying that like you think it'd be a bad thing.” You teased.

“It wouldn't, if I didn't have to get back to work soon…” Swerve trailed off, that gentle glow beginning to rise into a furious blush. “How, uh… How much of that do you think they could hear?”

Beyond the door you could just barely make out a congratulatory cheer in a voice that sounded just a little bit too close to Whirl’s. His celebration seemed to be working up the crowd, and soon a resounding cacophony was echoing through the storeroom door. Swerve’s free servo flew up to cover his face plate, helm clanking back against the door as he let out a humiliated groan.

“Oh Primus. I'm never gonna live this down.”

[solar4seekstron]

Transformers One!Megatron x Cybertronian!GN!Reader Oneshot: Plan B - Bond

Part 2

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

TW/Tags: Toxic Relationship, Mild abuse, wrong mindset, trapped relationship, D is definitely crying behind Megatron's eyes, Reader is trying to hang in there.

If you are uncomfortable with these tags, you don’t have to read. Please do not attack or harass anyone who chooses to comment and like. Feel free to comment this is a safe space. We do not judge on this page.

It’s been a few months now….After some time since returning the other high guards. Even the main trio haven’t really said anything to you. You weren’t allowed in the meeting rooms of the new ship they were able to find. Your only choice to walk around without Megatrons supervision was in your shared berth room. Along with the throne room. You both have already bonded that night once reunited. It wasn’t what you dreamed your first time with him would be. And you did have a few dents. But you had a plan. You couldn’t stop now…..even if his bond with you was draining you every day.

Though he always kept you next to him. You have many times tried to find work around the ship, even asking Megatron if you can work. Even if it’s under another supervision. But….well that never goes well.

He always shuts that down and it always leads to him yelling at you and making you stay in your shared berth room.

Every night you made sure to pretend to be asleep. His attempts to lay always happen every few nights. But he doesn’t always get his way when he sees you’re already recharging.

One night when returning from an exhausted day of training. You were already in the berth and was laying on your side. Your back to the door. You kept your optics closed as you pretended to sleep. Your bond in your spark is calm so he wouldn’t suspect anything. As he got closer he sat on the berth. His weight can be felt as he slowly laid down….He moves closer.

His body against yours as he uses his arm to support himself as the other wraps over yours on top of your stomach. His dermas pressing on the side of your neck setting a few gentle kisses.

His panel against your aft as his kisses continue as his kisses go to your shoulder. You let out a small groan. Trying to give him the idea you’re asleep now. He continues as he whispers “I love You” to your audio sensor. You know it’s D says this. He gently woke you up. His cervo gently moved you by your waist as he spoke your name. You realized you don’t have a choice.

You let out a ‘Hm?’ And slowly opened his optics. He then placed his cervo on your stomach gently turning you to look towards him as she stared down at you. “You know I haven’t been able to have you in the arms in a while….Are you avoiding me?” He leans his helm low as his dermas presses to yours. Giving you a gentle kiss.

Once he pulled away, you spoke. “You drain me every day with your constant need for the cause. What do you expect. I’m exhausted.” You turned away once more. You really were in a bad mood.

He growled and pulled your back against the bed and got on top of you. You glared up at him as you waited. To hear what he wants to say. He was on top of you as he stared Down at you. His frown still there. He then moved your legs around his waist as his upper body leans down to you. “You are so damn draining. I am your sparkmate. We are in this together. Isn't that why you came back?” You stayed silent and looked away.

Your optics were almost about water again but you were able to remain strong.

You can feel his panel press against yours. One of his cervos grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. “Why don’t you be a good bot and please your sparkmate hm?” His dermas connect with yours as you pressed your cervos against his chest. His other cervo trying to open your panel.

You never returned the kiss and stopped his cervo at your panel. He pulled away from the kiss with a growl as he glared down at you.

“I am not laying with you tonight! I. Am. Drained! Take care of yourself if you’re that despera-.” You spat bringing your head up a bit closer to his as you spoke. Until you felt a slap on the side of your helm. You looked at him, your helm still turned to the side as he stared down at you, his cervo still in the air. He almost seemed surprised too.

“I…Y/N I didn’t…” you lifted your legs together and kicked him off. You’d then get up running to the door “Don’t follow me!” You ran off as he went after you “Y/N get back here!”

Your escape didn’t last long. You didn’t know much of the ship's halls and were soon cornered. Megatron was able to get you and bring you back to the berth room. You tried your best to fight against his hold but after the door closed he pinned you against the door. “Stop Fighting Me! If you’d just listen then you wouldn’t get hurt!”

You turned your helm away. Your optics closed as the tears came down your cheeks. He saw. His optics turned orange for a moment as he looked down at you. He was mad. And you kept trying to get away from him. You know this will become. A constant thing. And convincing him will even take longer by this point. Your optics remained closed. He stared down at you and when his optics narrowed at you. He let out a sigh. His forhelm on your shoulder as your helm remains turned away. He closed his optics as he let go of your arm. You were shaking so much. He then leaned back so there’s a few inches of space between you both. He gently held both of your cervos and kissed the back of both of them.

You kept shaking as he rested his dermas against your neck. One of his cervos then goes to your helm. Wiping away the tears as you remained still. “Let’s……go to sleep….” His other cervo still holds one of yours as his other goes to your waist as he leads you to the berth. You finally opened your optics. Only looking down.

As you both made it to the bed. He sat first. He was big enough to almost cover the berth. And laid you next to him. His arm a pillow for your helm as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer. You didn’t look at him as he spoke “You may wonder around a bit more. But…..it’ll be by my side. I don’t need the other cons trying to take you in with their optics.” His other cervo held yours that was resting against your chest. Bringing it to rest on his own chest. His cervo covered yours as he had a firm grip on yours.

”Good Night.”

You said nothing. He groaned and close his optics. Maybe they’ll behave better, he thought. You though. Really didn’t catch any sleep that night….Not at all……

I hope you all enjoyed part 2. I really enjoyed writing for Megatron in this story and I'm not sure what happened. I just know I wanted to write this for their story. I don’t know if I’ll make a part 3. If anyone wants a part 3 and have an idea for it do let me know through messages. Have a good rest of your day now my lovelies!!

[crying-fantasies]

First time

Masterlist

Featuring G1 Springer, smut/fluff, CW: virginity take, penetrative sex, fingering (attempted), handjob, experienced partner (not really), sassy friend (in this house we stand a sassy Arcee).

He shouldn't even think about it.

Really shouldn't, couldn't, but here he is, trying as hard as possible to not blow a gasket by your moans, your little cries of ecstasy, pain long gone.

You told him that after everything was said and done, you would never have eyes for your kind but he would like to say the same thing back at you if only his box wasn't already a glitching mess, pedes almost kicking fruitlessly to give more strength to his rocking pace.

He shouldn't have even thought of you in that way, but it was so intoxicating, making him remember the time when he couldn't look at you directly before acting like nothing happened.

If anyone knew, the embarrassment could never leave him, everyone he knew would nudge him, make fun of him, vowing to never let him live it down.

As he feared, they didn't leave him alone once the longing peeks at you were too many to don't notice, his destiny was sealed when, after seeing you for a second, he returned his sight to his team, they all had a slag-eating grin on their faceplates.

It was over before he could escape them, Roadbuster was the first to capture him and let the others have fun at his expense.

“Springer is finally living a little”

“Told you he wasn't into mechs or femmes”

“At least it is a living thing”

None of them showed real interest in the fact you were organic or the fact you were looking at them like some circus show because you've seen The Wreckers being highly valuable soldiers, consider them in high esteem, Springer did everything in his power to make sure of it, but now they were playing like human children while goading one of their youngest, pointing at you without an ounce of real care to the mortification Springer was going into when you connected the dots just then and there.

Talk about messed up.

The only way to enlighten his sour mood that day was when you mentioned something about a gasoline station near the base, where a soda bar was also running a business, Springer had to close his intake, opened by the surprise, and take his opportunity before Hot Rod tried to take it away from him.

Organics, he got to learn, loved too fast, something that could make any mech uncomfortable to some degree, it made him feel uneasy too, at first, it was to be expected, sure, too fast for him was too slow for you, it took him a very hot cycle to notice you wanted to put your little mouth over his derma, telling him that it has already been a year and all you two did was hold hands, talk, but no “kiz”, whatever that was, you said it was fine by you, but you still wanted to share something called “kiz” with him; humans loved too fast, Springer realized once again when he got near your level by almost sprawling himself on the floor of his habsuit, letting your hands drag over his helm and audio receptors to let you go at it, once you got near enough, once you did what you wanted to him, he found hard to stop his revving engines or his wandering servos.

Humans love too fast, but he soon realized that just as you loved too fast you also loved too intensely.

Springer realized, too late to his horror, that it wasn't that you loved too fast, it was that you didn't have the same time as him, and he noticed it once he witnessed your cells perish to give place to new ones, you looked different, your eyes still held that pretty shine in them that seemed to reflect what he felt for you right back at him.

It got him, and an endless wave of desperation started to burn inside his spark.

Springer was no organic specialist and he didn't have to be the brightest mind, it was draining to some degree, to ask him to rescue a bot from a whole base of deceptions and he'd do so without a leak, but trying to choose the correct words for trying to cover more space, regain time wasted on his own mistakes, he wanted to experience all he could, was it something wrong? or he should just live in the moment and go at your pace?

Is there- is there a possibility of never having that lost time back?

The idea shouldn't even pass over his processor but here he is, hearing your ragged breathing, looking straight into those eyes that reflect him like any other body of water, he can see the reflection of his optics in your eyes, how bright they are, how candid his spark sings and exudes energy when your hands guide his digits under the fabric of your clothes, the sound you made make him groan in your mouth.

Still, not even before the idea of touching under your fabric coverings was valid, and it keeps dragging on him like a sentence soon to be punished.

Frag, Kup taught him better than this, Springer could almost hear him: “Ya goin’ straight to the last race? Think about the poor, young lad and behave like a gentlemech! What's that helm of yours good for if you're only thinkin’ with your array?!”

But kissing, not “kiz”, is good, it feels great, and he can feel his valve coil at the way your lips move over his upper derma, your little tongue poking here and there, your hair flies around with the hot air coming from his chassis inner fans and it has you laughing in bliss, Springer tries to kiss you again, derma touching just right and he can feel your blood flowing under the skin of your neck, body almost going limp if not for his servo holding you against his affection, something seems to ignite on your mind, “okay, that's it”.

Springer needs a moment to lick the saltiness away, shuddering while doing so, opening his optics to a decent level once your words finally settle in and he looks back at you, “What’s what?”

He has very little time to be confused when he notices the lack of your upper covers.

Feels like his fuel pump falls and then goes up to his intake before he has words to say, “Woah! Woah!” his digits stop you from getting rid of your lower ones, “What is- what are you doing?”

Did he say the wrong thing? You look hurt, “oh, oh right, maybe you guys don't- I get it, sorry if I got strange” You started to go on and on, and took him a moment to put a digit over your little, delightful mouth, “Springer?”

“Aw love, it's not that, not at all”

Was it atypical to teach you about a mech’s array? Of course, it was, especially still feeling the gush of fluid on his valve and the strain over his spike, good thing you were too engrossed in his explanation to hear it painfully grind under his modesty panel, your eyes showed your emotions bare, your reactions showing sincerity.

Didn't take much to figure out that you already knew a little bit of what he was trying to explain, and that gave way to who had the bearings to tell you about it without fearing Ultra Magnus and a very possible retake on the Autobot code.

“Oh, so that's what the guys meant about breaking seals”

“What?”

“Well, I guess you too have a slang similar to “popping the cherry” or-”

“No, no, who told you about that?”, your eyes go to the corner of the room, “Roadbuster? Sandstorm?Whirl?” your head perked up, “it was Whirl, ain't it? Your eyes got back to him, ugh, when he gets out of here, he swears.

“Just to let you know”, your hand is holding his digits again, placing them over your beat in heart, “I'm fully aware of what is to come, and I do want you to break my seal”, you show yourself, confident and proud, enough to make him weak, “and I know you have a mass displacement mode”.

Springer wanted to scream, “Did Whirl tell you that too? That fragger” but chose to go for another thing, “Not that I don't want to but-” It’s not a great deal for his race, but it sure is for yours, he has seen the TV and every time it has been mentioned all bets are placed on it being lost or preserved, “are you sure, like, totally?”

You laughed again, very low, to preserve his dignity, “Who are you, and what you did do to my confident soldier?”

Your laugh gives him all confidence back, “I'm the same bot as always, Sweetspark, just wanted to be certain”.

It was slow, trying to figure out where things went once he was at a decent size, Springer noticed your interest in the transformation seams of his array once he let you go wild around it, “Have you done it before?” your fingers were warping around the base of his spike, bumping his anterior node, gaining a static laced “not in a while” with confidence, you hummed, pumping your hand, enough to have transfluid running down, “okay” he tried to catch his bearings for a moment, Primus, you were soft, there was nothing comparable, the base of your hand touched the red button and his valve covering gave up, your eyes went to see, your finger tried to enter but he stopped you, “Woah, hold it, Hot stuff, not sure if my valve won't break your little fingers”

“Oh, but you can put yours in mine, really fair”

Springer felt giddy, pushing his forehelm against your little head, sure grinning like he got a few lose circuits, “If anything, I think yours will break my sanity first”

He was trying to joke, turns out, it was plain reality.

Does it still count as much when there is only such a short time to bask in the passion of your life, in the warmth of your embrace as he stills and feels your hands, your nails, trying to get him as close as possible, it’s intimate, it's suffocating, but in a good way, your valve moves, not like the calipers, it's the muscles, moving like waves, compressing him, pushing all his sensor nods precisely, dragging him in for all his worth till his base pushes to the limit, you have no gestational chamber (or you do?) but something is pushing just right at the tip, makes his optics power out and on repeatedly, you fare no better, there is no longer pain but hunger, hips shifting to create more friction, chanting his designation like a prayer.

Primus, you know how to make a mech feel important, you sure did, as your legs pressed him with all your force, metal digging into your flesh, a sight to behold, engraved to his very core memory.

Later on, when he got up to get you some water, he found Arcee on the way to fetch it, she smiled and he returned the gesture, she almost sang, “Lucky you”, Springer stopped at the second, looking back at her, who had a knowing smile, “told you the mass displacement mode was going to be useful in more than one way, just a bit of information and you both were ready to go, am I right?”

She chuckled like it was nothing, walking away gracefully, leaving him speechless in the hallway.

.

Ah, Arcee being the best femme friend of Springer since the G1 days, always helping him out (she was sick of the two dancing around each other and only holding hands for a whole year).

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[robolvrr]

Tf1 D-16 and Tf1 Megatron with a femme cybertronian reader that was his idol (and crush) in Iacon? Readers like let’s just say a queen in Iacon👍 Thank you!

phoenix, sing your song! ✧⁠*๑ 🎤

d-16/megatron x femme!cybertronian idol.

gladly! took some liberties. mild suggestive under the cut.

d-16

"heh heh. does dee have a crush?"

"wh— you know what pax. i'm not even gonna entertain that question with a response."

"lotta words for 'yes i wanna smooch on phoenix's tailpipes' -- whoof, OW!"

you know how d-16 worships his idols. which there aren't many but entertainment culture is actually very encouraged in iacon. except for the cogged, this is simply as it's stated -- enrichment. for the cogless? it's escapism and a source of motivation.

there's sentinel prime, of course. and megatronus, though the whole mining barracks knows that. however... there is also you. phoenix, sweetest vocals this side of the planet.

jazz was actually the one who got him into your music. orion isn't the only mech that frequently sneaks up to indulge in city life. he's just the one that usually gets caught and brags about it.

jazz managed to drag him to the farthest, farthest corner of an open venue for one of your shows. had to climb buildings and balance on a ledge just to view from above the concert space and the thousand of mechs crowded below. you're cogged and while he really doesn't pay too much mind to them outside of when the race occurs, he thinks you're... very, very pleasant to look like.

you got ruby plating and your chrome is sparkling.

there's lightning gold accents trim at your door-panel wings and your eyes look a lot like his. hazy, orange and bright with an energy he wants to cup in his servos.

entire time you sing your spark out he's sitting still. (actually, he's vibrating.) jazz has a lazy smile on his dermas and asks him if he wants to score some merch once the guards clear out.

after that evening? he shuffles his megatronus posters and stickers around his humble locker and plasters your face there in the space near his mirror. almost looks like you're smiling at him.

at first he tried his best to learn more about you. jazz jokes that he's accidentally created some superfan monster.

like, did you know that you were actually originally an bellhop? he can't imagine you fluttering after mechs with their luggage, but once upon a time you did.

there was a club in the hotel you worked in - angellite.

past bio and autobiodatas tell about how you worked your way up through the ranks before finally scoring a spot to getting to a microphone.

the rest? history.

so you're pretty, talented, pretty, hardworking -- did he mention pretty too?

jazz doesn't always accompany but d-16 starts to sneak out frequently when he isn't buried in work to any and every event he can.

meet and greet? you can bet he used all his rations to bribe a mech to bribe another mech to bribe the announcer to get his questions up to you.

there isn't an action, though he takes the "prime gossip" catalogues not as seriously, he isn't aware of regarding you.

"this one's out to the brave miners who keep this city living. half proceeds will be going to better recharge and work conditions and equipment. i love you iacon!"

that show had caused a lot of drama. he thought your unmoving support and genuine want to connect with all of your fans for the better of the city to be super inspiring.

there's rumors of you visiting the mines, shortly before the iacon 5000. he will call a million cycles off if it meant getting to see you, not yearning through pictures and recordings and miles of distance.

hums your songs under his breath when he works.

orion does not shut up about it. he enjoys your music too but mostly is happy d-16 is happy. though he does joke that he clearly has a type.

megatron

"no more hiding. no more deceit. stand with me, or fall with everything!"

you recall the fall of iacon with stunned melancholy. there isn't the time of forever to process what went down that fatal day.

the support meet in the mining sectors had been cancelled after the race. you were just as inspired by the rowdy pair that had flung themselves into the danger of an event that was never built for them to participate.

it hurt, to hear they had passed away. sentinel had given a grand speech and his condolences even while on the surface.

he had his loyal femme reach out personally. airachnid coldly informed that the death of the miners had momentarily halted the energon collection.

you were rigid when she suggested you perform. a modest showing of mourning, personally scribed to the miners and their fellow workers.

"this should motivate them", she had whispered. ""it's what they would have wanted."

what a nuke in your lap to find out quickly that had been a lie. all of it had. and you felt sick.

had any of your income, any of your efforts, even gone to your largest supporters? had you just been showboated around to be a. shiny little dream? keep the common mech in wanting?

before you could even figure out how to react, a silver mech towered over many and ripped the very thorn from your side clean in half.

his coolant sprayed all over. you had never seen a mech... die before. and sentinel was far from just that. he may have been a false one, but he was a prime.

you fixed your optics and zoomed in. megatron, the beast has yelled. megatron is my name.

then the buildings started to crash. the city crumbled as chaos threatened to envelop it. you had damaged your pedes and tangled your legs in rubble but even your own pain is not loud enough to pierce through the frightened masses. you're scared and angry and confused.

when the dust settles, you can't even vent yourself to comfort. larger arms yank your mangled chassis free and suddenly you're flying, shrieking as dozens follow. you watch iacon get smaller and smaller and when you finally stop twitching, weakly gaze at the head of formation.

a oiled tank, bursting through rock like pit on wheels.

your processors offline after that. you just recall floating, smoky oil and rage.

d-16

"the queen of iacon. that sounds nice."

i like to think that miners in particular rarely have the time to blow off too much steam. seriously. the captains and proctors make sure they work every klik of their shifts.

during recharge? well, that's a different story. the barracks are intimate but most don't actually worry about being a prude.

d-16 is constantly stressed. orion is on his hip nearly all the time so he enjoys slipping away to the shower stalls in his lonesome after grueling mining and just.. sit.

when he sits, his processors wander.

lately? they like to circle around you. you're not like sentinel prime or megatronus. you are tangible. he gets closer and closer to your radiance the more bold he gets.

his crush is wholesome and if not somewhat obsessive. like a hyperfixation. he doesn't mean to stare at your figures but you're just so cute.

your voice is a powerhouse too. he has wondered after quiet, whiny moments if your praise is just as poetic.

loves, loves your frame. it's flawless. jealousy doesn't grip his spark like it occasionally does weaving through the crowded city during daylight. he has to dunk his head in hot oil when he thinks about that lethargic grin and your helm speckled in rock and dust at his side.

has made one, deleted ahem... tribute video to you.

megatron

"go on. sing, songbird."

you were taken insurrection day by one of the seekers nearly torn apart.

much of your memory bank was corrupted. at least, that is what the doctor told you.

you aren't very trusting of his words. his attention is an extension of his master's, which leaves little time for you to plan escapes or hide from the inevitable.

megatron has been emptied, carved up and resurrected as a troubled, stubborn force of nature. he clearly is able to sift positive bonds aside as the sticky, hot upset he's toiled with overpowers them all.

however, you and him? never ended in bad terms. and that is the problem.

you're alarmed to learn he was the very miner that was pronounced dead to all of iacon. he speaks low and measured and you try your best to read him, because he's on the precipice of snapping what seems to be all the time.

the base of the newly birthed decepticons is quiet. you don't belong. the brand on your chassis doesn't belong.

he's still clinging to you. behind the heavy-duty doors of his berth, he tosses and turns in his rest, plagued with his actions.

his servos barely pleasure. though you sit heavy on his glossa as he lets those weapons of destruction give him a moments peace.

megatron isn't as manipulative and conniving as he comes to be later down the road. he still visits you though and you begin to feel guilty.

if you plan on being affectionate to gain your freedom it's a mistake.

suddenly, you're thrust into his arms. he scratches your paint. he's saying nasty, awful prayers in your audials and squeezing every saccharine lilt hungry.

"keep going... keep. hn. singing."

robolvrr 2024.

[cyberapid]

Earthspark Bumblebee x Cybertronian Reader

reader isn't gendered, brief description of a Terran bleeding

—•—•—

The yard of the Malto family is quiet, besides the gentle clanking of Bumblebees stray movements as he holds himself upright on one arm and the occasional sounds of the animals that live there.

“I wish to do a full bio-mechanic and diagnostic scan as soon as possible, Conjunx. Your file has shown that its been more than a year since your last, this dissatisfies me,”

His optics squint open just enough to allow you to see shining blue before they close again with a short huff, optical ridges pinching together and dermas shifting into a place to show his annoyance. “It's not that big of a deal. I run like a dream, but if it'll satisfy you– sure.”

A small whirl of excitement leaves you before you can think of suppressing the excitement coursing from your chassis to your vents, a noise that if you were looking at the yellow bot you’d see brought a small smile to his face plate.

You both fall quickly back to a comfortable silence enjoying the ‘weekend’ that the older Maltos children claimed needed to be without lessons where instead you relax or play in the case of the children, just as quick your calmness was suddenly interrupted by the barn door being slammed open by the twins, Hashtag, and Robby all looking panicked and quickly speaking over one another— Their rambling is cut short by Bumblebee slamming to the ground with a thud so loud it has Robby leave the ground for a moment.

“Slow down! Slow down. What happened?” Your Sparkmate’s quick to push himself back to his pedes as the small horde of the Maltos children nearly surround him— he tries desperately to calm their jumbled panic into something understandable for the pair of you as they drag the two of you towards the entrance of the barn.

A quick scan with your optics covers them in a blue hue, that comes up with no external or internal injuries on them. But the heartbeat of the small human holding your servo to drag you towards the barn is both faster and far more erratic than usual, showing his panic, although you can already tell that from his actions alone.

“It's Nightshade! It was an accident, we only wanted them to come play. Honest!” Robby is quick to give in explanation, seeming to be the calmest child in this situation even with his heightened state.

The two of you are rushed into the barn and then under where you're met with Mo and Jawbreaker fretting over Nightshade, who's clutching their lower tibulen in panic. A scan isn't necessary to see the main issue as Nightshades servos are covered in the familiar blue hue of energon leaks down their pede and is covering their servos.

Nevertheless you quickly scan the young bot, where its registered that one of their fuel lines have been sliced, thankfully not deadly and nothing notably serious,

“Would you remove your servos, Nightshade. I will be repositioning you,” the Maltos children move aside, tense, as you raise and place Nightshade with ease onto a tall workstation. Unlike the children who give you space to work— Bumblebee doesn't care much for the personal space of the young Terran or yourself as he leans forward inspecting your quick work to find the fuel line in question with a silent panic. “An easy fix but this will hurt, sparkling. I will be quick,” without much explanation after you begin work with pinching the affected line, which causes a yelp of pain from the young Terran whose servos snap to grab Bumblebees. The procedure is small and finished with a practiced ease and quickness as the afflicted line is wrapped in a sturdy tape– not new but better.

Twitch is the first to react with a strangled yell before wrapping her arms around her sibling, resting their helms against one another's, “I'm so sorry! We’ll never sneak up on you again, promise!” her affection is returned by her much taller sibling whose hug nearly engulfs her.

“You should cleanse your servos before- okay,” your suggestion is heard by none of the Maltos children as their excited chatter fills the once tense air but you're just as quickly distracted as you feel your Conjunx's servos creep around your mid-plating from behind before fully wrapping his arms around, sending your spark into a dizzying flutter, “i also have to cleanse mine– so don't, bumblebee,” blue stained servos are held just out of reach of his own wandering ones as a soft rumble from his vents sends vibrations down your back chest plate.

“I think I'll survive,” being behind you hides the cheeky grin he sports but not the warm air from his vents breathing on the back of your helm. “You did great,”

“It's something I've done countless times. I’d be worried if not- the energon, enough Bumblebee.”

[tinydefector]

Hello tinydefector!!! I wanted to say that I admire your work, especially the book "Human's effects". So could you please add Skids and Rodimus to the continuation of the book, I would really like to see them. Thank you for your attention.

Chaos on board - Human effects

Rodimus

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Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: workplaces issues in space

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The Ambassador walks into the Ultra Magnus' office to see Megatron and Magnus both glaring at Rodimus and Daniel. "What have you two done this time? Did they go out asteroid surfing again? " They ask while making their way towards the table. As Megatron glared daggers across the table, Ultra Magnus heaved a long-suffering sigh at the newcomer's inquiry. "Worse than that, I'm afraid. It seems Rodimus and Daniel decided simulated space warfare was an... appropriate pastime." Magnus' field pulsed annoyance. 

Rodimus waved a dismissive hand, uncowed. "Aw, c'mon Mags! We were just having a little target practice in the hold, no harm done. How were we supposed to know the booster rockets were still online?"

Megatron growled deep in his intake. "You were supposed to conduct comprehensive safety checks on our cargo!." His field roiled with barely-leashed rage. 

Daniel scratched his head sheepishly. "He's, uh, not wrong. Things may have gotten a teensy bit out of hand" The ambassador pinched their brow ridge. "Let me guess. uncontrolled explosive devices in an enclosed space led to..."

"Minor structural damage and several singed circuits, yes," grated Magnus. 

A humourless smirk curled Megatron's dermas. "Appropriate punishment is in order, I believe." His tone left no doubt over the two delinquents. They were all just happy the third member of their party hadn't been present, less they all had to deal with Ratchet's wrath. 

Rodimus gulped. Daniel sank lower in his seat. The Ambassador groans in annoyance. "Daniel get back to the crew room. Your on restroom cleaning duties for the next Orn. And don't think complaining to David and Kyle is going to save you" they state. Daniel scurried from his seat, hands raised placatingly. "Yessir, right away sir! No complaining, got it." He backed towards the door, casting Rodimus an apologetic grimace. 

Rodimus merely flashed his signature cocky grin and finger-guns, to his friend. But Megatron's responding snarl and Magnus' deepening scowl boded ill for the speedster's fate. "Really, Rodimus, must you continue pursuing chaos and mayhem?" sighs their ambassador wearily. "One of these days your antics are going to get someone hurt, what were you thinking?"

"Are you questioning my leadership?" Rodimus shot back, before shrinking back into his seat as the other two mechs shoot him with a glare. Megatron loomed over the desk, a deep rumble echoes from his chassis as he does his best not to lose his temper at the prime. "Questioning implies there was leadership to begin with." He states it's not quite a sneer but his disappointment shows. 

Magnus nodded stiff agreement. "Reckless endangerment of crew and ship cannot be tolerated. You may be Co-captain of this vessel but the Ambassador and myself are responsible for the safety and security of all on board your vessel." Rodimus paled, grin faltering at the prospect of real punishment, Their optics held no mercy as sentencing began in earnest. Another incident to log in Rodimus' ever-growing file.

"Look Rodimus I don't really care what you do in your spare time but don't drag my crew into it. I'm responsible for each and every one of the humans on this ship. Do you realise how easily something could have gone wrong?" The Ambassador states while looking at the captain. Megatron growled irritably. "Spare us your coddling, Ambassador. Rodimus' 'antics' endanger us all. He's reckless, refuses to do his documentation, finds every opportunity to disappear from proper duties, Ultra Magnus and myself are the ones running the ship due to his inability to stick to a task."

Ultra Magnus nodded solemn agreement. "Recklessness cannot continue unpunished. I suggest confinement to quarters for the foreseeable future, with duties suspended."

But Rodimus' smile falls. "What! You can't just ground me. I'm not a fragging Sparkling! I said I was sorry, what more do you want?" He shouts out optics frantically looking between the three. Megatron's engine snarled. "Respect. Responsibility. Traits you've yet to demonstrate, Captain." He spat the title like an insult. 

"Enough!" The Liaison calls out loudly. "Rodimus you have been acting up recently, rather badly, why? It seems every time one of us turns our back you are sneaking off, tonight was my night off. I was having drinks with my crew and got called here because of this" they accuse, trying to find out what had Rodimus acting up. This wasn't  the first time either he had both Daniel and Traxies looped into his antics but so far been the most dangerous.

Rodimus shrank back slightly under the barrage, facade cracking. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Look, I know things have been... dicey lately. And yeah, maybe I've been pushing boundaries a bit more than usual? But I'm trying to enjoy myself, make others enjoy travelling with me. It's boring! I feel like I'm going nuts cooped up at a desk all cycle."

"So endangering lives is acceptable?" Megatron crossed his arms severely. 

“Have you any idea the amount of violations you have committed,  have you even read the list to your name?” Ultra Magnus grumbles, Rodimus looks at the table like a scolded child before the human sighs as they move closer. " Rodimus, can you actually read?" They ask, it was a slight hunch they had that he was acting up because of something with their reports and records. But he was showing signs similar to dyslexia and adhd. 

Rodimus stiffened. "What kind of insult is that?! Of course I can read - I'm the Prim- friggin' Captain, aren't I?!"

Megatron snorted slightly amused. "A fact that continues to astound and dismay in equal measure."

But the human ambassador remained focused on Rodimus. "Then perhaps the issue lies not in your duties, but how you process them. Reading reports and records can be tedious for some."

They pulled up a datapad, flipping through screens. "Let's test your comprehension. Can you summarise the contents of this supply requisition?"

Rodimus grimaces at the screen, he hates it. "Aw c'mon, do I have to? That stuff's so boring" 

Magnus rumbled a subtle warning but their ambassador kept Rodimus pinned with a stare. With a huff and whine from his engine, Rodimus gave in and began squinting at the pad. Silence fell as they watched him struggle to parse the words, tangling meanings and figures alike. 

"OK, so paperwork is hard for you, why haven't you brought this up to one of us?" They inquire this time not as annoyed. The move to sit down on the table near him. Rodimus shifted uncomfortable under the others' piercing stares. His plating flared in embarrassment as never before. "I didn't... it's not like..." He vented harshly, the truth forcing its way free at last. "Reading's always been hard, okay? The words jumble and my processors ache if I have to focus too long." 

He refused to meet their optics, ashamed to show such perceived weakness. "Why did you not come to us for aid?" Megatron asked, the anger in his voice had faded. "There is no shame in acknowledging limitations, Rodimus, but causing chaos over something that can simply be solved with changing who does the documentation."  

Rodimus' intake worked furiously. "Because... because I'm the Prime, the Captain! I'm supposed to have it all together, be the fearless leader. How can they follow me if they think I'm.. Everyone except me too know everything! I'm not Optimus. Im out here to not have to be in his shadow! ” he finally lets out before he sulks into his arms. 

The others go quiet as they watch the dishevelled speedster. 

"I'm willing to help you with taking inventory and trade bargains, but no more dragging Daniel or Traxies into your silly endeavours, understand?, are one of you able to help him with reports to cybertron and earth over different routes for trades and out travel logs" They inquire firstly to Rodimus and then to the other two mechs. 

He straightened with surprise. "You...you'd help me? Really?" His optics darted between the human and his Co-captain and enforcer. 

Magnus nodded. "Orders and logs require diligent documentation. Traversing trade routes necessitates mathematical prowess. I am equipped to handle them." 

Megatron gave the barest nod. "And I am...familiar with navigating bureaucracy. Of log reports and records" 

The meeting concludes after a while  the human stands there waiting for a moment. "Rodimus walk with me" they called out to the speedster waiting for him to begin walking beside them. Rodimus glanced up from shuffling pedes. "I...yeah. Yeah, okay." He nodded, falling into stride beside the human. His fields pulsed anxiety and gratitude in equal measure. 

Silence fell as they walked the halls, Rodimus casting furtive glances at them as they flick through the data padin hand. "You're not the first person I've worked with who has trouble reading or even understanding stuff" they remark as they begin heading to Swerve's. It takes Rodimus a little off guard that they were going to the bar. "Plus you owe me drinks after pulling me away from my night off" the human tease.

Rodimus perked up in surprise as they angled their path towards Swerve's bar. His cooling fans kicked on at the human's casual revelation and teasing quip. "Wait, seriously? There are others who struggle like me?" He asked slightly shocked. They hand the pad to Rodimus. “have a look at the screen and tell me if having a dark mood helps with being able to read stuff.” They tell him. He accepts the tablet as they walk into the bar. Optics flick to them watching like hawks as they find seats. 

“ it's easier to read some stuff still going to give My processors a short circuit tho” he grumbles slightly. They nod in understanding. “ we will working something out but that's for tomorrow” they hum as they both pull up to a table. Rodimus lifts them up to the bench where they fall into one of the human sided seats on the table. 

 "Look, about earlier - I really am sorry I dragged your crew into that mess. You deserve a break." Optics in the bar shoot to Rodimus and the Ambassador. All of them watched with vented breath after the earlier drinking session with the human's. Rodimus' plating twitched self-consciously under the weight of so many curious stares from within. But beside him, the human ambassador didn't seem fazed by the stares. 

Rodimus leaned in close. "Seems everyone's watching us. Primus, you'd think we spawned a sparkling the way they're gossiping!" He grumbles looking into the drink swerve slides in front of him before the mini bot disappears. The ambassador chuckled. "Don't mind them. Think everyone's letting the high grade and energex go to their head" the Ambassador states. "Plus my crew were here earlier having drinks and got a little out of hand, Nadia was talking about 'taking a mech for a ride' " they chuckled into their own drink.

Rodimus sputtered on his energon, cooling fans kicking into high gear at the risqué implications. His plating rippled in scandalised delight.  "Taking a mech for a ride, huh?!” His fans kicking on had made a few other mechs snicker from other tables. Across the bar, curious optics remained glued to their table, The speedster leaned on an elbow, optics filled with wonder.

"So which poor mech caught the little lady's optic?. " it was barely above a whisper. His engine rumbled warmly. “she had her eyes set on Swerve, I honestly think she was just trying to get free drinks" they call back in amusement.  But it makes Rodimus' processor go wild at the thought. The humans were just as interested in bedding a bot and the rest of the crew was with the humans. 

"Clever little thing, your Nadia! Far be it from me to judge creativity in scamming a drink or two." He mumbles, feeling the energex hitting him hard. He had suspected that Swerve must have given him a triple boost. 

So many of the other bots in the bar are still watching him and listening in on the conversation, eager to see if the rumours Kyle had spread earlier were true. "Oh Nadia is a very clever schemer. I'd say watch out for her and Millian they're thick as thieves kinda like you Daniel and Traxies. Just as much trouble makers" they chuckle as they finish their drink.

He cycled a gusty vent and pushed his empty cube away, coming to a reluctant conclusion. "As much as I'd love nothing more than to keep yakking all night, you should probably call it and get some recharge. You looked tired. I'm going to have one more round before I head to berth. Magnus is gonna have me on inventory or worse with him tomorrow," Rodimus shuddered theatrically at the thought.

 "But we should definitely do this again real soon. This was nice, and um thank you. For you know helping me" it's a rather shy reply which has them giving him a smile. "Enjoy your night captain, I'm most likely heading back to my room soon. Getting late and I plan on actually sleeping in my bed and not a desk tonight" they state while standing up. Joints popping slightly.

Once Rodimus had helped them to the ground they flahs him another smile “Good night Rodimus I'll see you tomorrow " they state as they make their way towards the door of the bar. He's sat there for a moment his spark fluttering as he watches them. before he gets a ping from swerve and other bots asking the gossip. He goes to get up and leave the bar before be can get bombarded with questions only to get cornered by Swerve. 

"A-hem! And just where do you think you're off to in such a hurry, Captain?" Swerve's cheery voice broke Rodimus from his musings as the gathered bots closed in, optics alight with curiosity and engex-loosened daring. A blush swiftly rose in Rodimus' plating, though he straightened with false bravado. "Just turning in for the night, mechs, as should you all” 

Catcalls and laughs erupted from the crowd. "Aw, no need to play coy, Roddy!" laughed Tailgate. "We all saw you chumming it up with the Ambassador - spill the goods!"

Rodimus cycled a sigh. They'd get it out of him one way or another. Best tell it himself and save some shred of dignity intact. "Alright alright, you buzzards! I'll tell you what really went down..." 

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hi hello

Saw ur REQS open so I had to slither in !!

Was wondering if you could do a fluff Rodimus and megatron + reader one shot that involves cuddles and pure fluff and what not :3

Btw absolutely love your content!!, hope you’re doing absolutely great!!, don’t forget to keep urself hydrated and fed :3

　　　　　　MEGATRON ,, RODIMUS x gn reader

　　　　『　megatron ,, rodimus ,, lil hint of ravage ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> some morning cuddling with roddy and megs

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— here you go :3 there wasnt much for me to work with 😭 so its kinda short ,, sorry abt that but tysm for requesting !! :3

          the alarm clock blared ,, beeping loudly and awakening a certain captain . rodimus groaned ,, sitting upwards as he looked towards the monstrosity . " its not even monday yet ,, why havent you turned this cursed thing off ?" he grumbled as he shook your body awake . " cuz i dont feel like turning it back on sunday night ,, just hit the red button roddy ." you mumbled and turned to bury your face in megatron's chassis .

          megatron tucked an arm around you ,, pulling you close and lifting the covers over your body more . rodimus fought with the alarm clock for a minute before finally turning it off . he snuggled back under the blankets ,, wrapping his arms around your waist as he nuzzled into your neck . " at least we can sleep in on weekends ." he purred and pressed a kiss to your neck .

          you nodded and tilted your head to the side ,, leaving more space of your neck open for rodimus . he trailed more kisses on your skin ,, pressing his derma against your veins and up your jaw . megatron's hand pet the back of your head ,, a soft glimmer to his optics . all was nice ,, basking in the warmth of your partners as you started to lull back to sleep . at least until ravage busted in and started to berate rodimus and complain about swerve's service .

[kalixora]

Wreckings

Transformers Prime

Reader is presumed female

Reader is an autobot

“Hey Y/N!!!”

Miko yelled as she approached you, waving enthusiastically. You groaned as you shifted your gaze to the human child. Aside from Bulkhead and Wheeljack being on a mission, you'd assume Miko would join Bumblebee and Raph on whatever little trip they were on... yet she chose to stay with you in the base, alone. Ratchet was doing something only Primus knows what and clearly didn't want to be bothered, so you were the only bot Miko could torment.

“Yes Miko?”

Miko shone up at you from the small area the kids have on base, she stood on the couch while gazing up at you, Miko had a habit of doing that from time to time, it never troubled you personally, but it did make you wonder why she only gave you that look and not anybody else.

“So? I gotta know, on Cybertron how does like dating work?”

“Dating?” You tilt your helm in confusion.

“Yeah! Like ya know- if you have romantic feelings or relationships with anyone on your planet?”

“Oh! Well…” you shifted your optics towards Ratchet as he let out a slight chuckle still continuing his work. “Why don’t you ask Ratchet? He’s been around a lot longer than I have and I’m sure he could tell you all about that.”

Ratchet turned his helm with a scoff, “Don’t lump me into whatever that conversation is…”

“Ah come on Ratchet, I’m sure you had some femme look in your direction,” you said crossing your arms. “Maybe even a few mechs?”

Ratchet raised his optical ridge at you and you couldn’t help but cover your derma.

Miko laughed, “No offense Rach, but you don’t really look like a lady killer.”

You snickered as Ratchet scoffed slightly. “I’m a busy medic, I had no time for that stuff what so ever. Thank you oh so much.”

Miko turned back to you and made a wry smile at you, it freaked you out a little how she was able to twist her face like that.

“What?”

“So like you’re telling me that you didn’t have time for relationships either?” Miko placed her hands on her hip.

“Yes?”

“Uh huh-“

Ratchet huffed, “I beg to Primus.”

You turned your helm towards the medic’s direction. “I’m sorry is there something you wish to say? Doc?”

Ratchet didn’t turn his helm but instead only grunted at the name you called him. “Not even a certain scout caught your attention maybe even a certain wrecker?”

You raised optical ridge, “If your referring to Bumblebee then I see him as family, and if your referring to Wheeljack then I wouldn’t cross that line with you… I know how much you adore him.”

Ratchet groaned in annoyance, “Please, I can’t get anything done with that scarp yard metal around. On the contrary you seem to have a soft spot of his partner. Not that anyone but myself has noticed.”

“You-“

Before you could speak Miko let out an ear piercing squeal.

Miko gasped, “Bulkhead?! You have feelings for Bulky?!”

You turned your gaze at Miko, “Oh no- no no, Bulkhead and I are friends. It’s strictly professional between us.”

“So she says,” Ratchet grumbles.

“I do not!” You scoffed. “We’ve been friends forever. Why would I want to ruin that over some romantic feelings?”

Miko hummed grinning at you, “Who says you couldn’t have romantic feelings for a friend hm?”

“I don’t have any interest in Bulkhead.”

“That’s a load of bull and you know it Y/N!” Miko says pointing at you. “Admit it! You’re so totally into Bulkhead!”

“I am not! Miko you’re speaking nonsense right now,” you argued.

“You do!”

“There’s no evidence to prove anything that whatsoever.”

Ratchet let out a fake cough to which you rolled your optics. “Is there something stuck in your vocalizer Ratchet? Because you’re mighty talkative for someone who’s supposed to be busy.”

Ratchet turned to fully face you now, “Oh I’m sorry, here let me just call Bulkhead for you now so you’re aware of his status on the mission since you’re ever so worried.”

“You waste of dirty scarp meta-“

“Y/N come on this is a safe space, if you have feelings for Bulky just come out and say it, there’s no shame to it,” Miko said now sitting on the couch.

“Miko, I don’t have any feelings towards Bulkhead, he’s my friend and I admire him, that’s it,“ You said calmly. “I’m going out for a drive… Miko would you care to come with?”

Miko perked up and nodded, “Heck yeah!”

You smiled as your placed your servo out for Miko to climb onto it.

“Just call us back when everyone arrives Ratchet.”

Ratchet turned back to his work and waved you off. “Be careful.”

Driving out of base, Miko began to play her rock music and air play the guitar as she listened to the music, after about a few minutes she paused it and stared out the window.

“Something the matter?” You asked her.

Miko shook her head, “Nah… just thinkin about something.”

“What is it?”

Miko leaned back in the seat and let out an exaggerated sigh, “Well~”

You sighed already knowing what she was thinking about. “Lemme guess about me and Bulkhead.”

Miko giggled, “Maybe~”

“Whatever it is the answer is no.”

“Aw come on!” Miko groans. “All those years you spent together, you’ve seriously felt nothing?”

“Miko… you know what… okay fine I did.”

Miko’s eye lit up with excitement, but her demeanor didn’t change. “Are you for real or are you just saying that to make me shut up?”

You sighed again, “No. I did at a point have feelings for Bulkhead.”

“What happened? Why’d you stop? Come on Y/N I gotta know! Please!” Miko began to plead nonstop.

“Okay okay fine, but you need to swear to never EVER say a word to anyone, or Bulkhead himself. Do you understand?”

Miko nods repeatedly, “Yes yes I swear! Tell me!”

“Well… I do NOT have feelings for him.”

Miko groaned loudly, “Y/N seriously!”

“I don’t Miko… I just, never gotten around to that kind of stuff, he’s a great friend and I admire him a lot but that’s the furthest I’ve come across as feelings wise,” you said. “I need you to understand that okay?”

Miko sighed, “I get it…but be honest have you had crushes on anyone?”

“…Maybe a few.”

Miko gasped, “WHO? OH PLEASE TELL ME!”

“Alright I’ll humor you… there was this one bot-“

Com link: Y/N back to base

Y/N: Copy. On the way back.

“You ready to see Bulkhead Miko?” You asked, slightly wanting to change the subject but you know Miko wasn’t going to let it go so easily.

“Yup, but do continue about this bot that captured your attention.”

[Back at base]

The kids went room for the night and everyone went off to go into recharge and rest up for the night, everyone except the medic himself.

You walked up to him slowly making sure not to spook him. But he noticed you rather quickly. Ratchet looked at you for a brief moment then turned back to his work. “Shouldn’t you be in recharge?”

“Shouldn’t you be doing the same thing?” You asked stepping beside him and looking at what he was doing.

“I’m working.”

“I can see that,” you hummed turning to look at the medic. “Was the Bulkhead thing really necessary Ratchet?”

“What? And have Miko running around and talking about you and me? Absolutely not,” Ratchet huffed.

“Right…”

Ratchet stopped his work to face you. You went around him and turned off his monitor, he glared at you, “Y/N I needed that.”

“As much as you need me?” You asked moving closer to him. Ratchet stumbled for a moment then smiled shaking his helm, “Not nearly as much as I need you.”

“That’s what I thought, now Ratchet be honest with me, are jealous of Bulkhead?”

Ratchet scoffs, “As if I-“

“Ratchet.”

“Okay fine, maybe just a little… I’ve seen the way he looks at you now and I just- I don’t know…”

You place your servo on Ratchet’s chest plate and gave him a gentle smile, “He’s adorable sure but you’re the one that has my attention and that will never change Ratchet. Even if Miko annoys me until the bitter end.”

Ratchet laughed and rolled his optics, “Maybe telling her won’t be such a bad idea after all.”

“Perhaps,” you agreed. “But you’re not gonna do that are you doc?”

“Nope absolutely.”

[theforestghost]

MegOP Week 2024 - Day 1

Day 1: Memory/Gift Fandom: Transformers Animated Prompt: Optimus is the reincarnation of the 13th but does not know it. Rating: G

Optimus stood in the observatory, optics watching the unfamiliar stars that twinkled all around him. Even though the system was unfamiliar, there was a sense of comfort being surrounded by space like this, by stars and meteors, no planets, no ships, just him and the universe. Like a cradle it wrapped its field around him in a familiar embrace he never remembered having. Despite his lack of memory, Optimus still returned to the stars any time he needed that embrace, seeking it out like a sparkling seeks their creators’ spark. Closing this optics, Optimus let himself be lulled into the unknown comfort that had now become nostalgic.

He was so engrossed in this feeling however, that he failed to notice the heavy steps coming up behind him, until an equally warm field did in fact wrap around him. Optimus opened his optics and looked up at Megatron who stood close enough to touch with the slightest movement. Far closer than anything Optimus thought he’d ever let the mech get. 

But much had changed since they had first met. Now they could sit in Megatron’s habsuite, discuss poetry and stories over oil and if Optimus ever made a snide remark, well Megatron merely chuckled and watched him like he had said the most endearing thing in the universe. It did something to Optimus’ struts whenever Megatron looked at him like that and he’d outright denied it for so long that even Ratchet got tired of him. The medic had even teamed up with Strika of all bots to lock them in a room together until they sorted out their feelings and now here they were, basking in each other's fields under the stars.

Though Optimus was far from complaining. Especially when those large servos were trailing down his arms, sparking warmth across his frame as they did. Optimus let out a deep ex-vent and finally leaned back against Megatron’s chassis.

“What is going on in that processor of yours, little one.” Megatron asked, his voice deep and low, reverberating through Optimus’s back struts without mercy.

Optimus stayed silent for a klik, absorbing the comfort of his existence before turning his focus back to the stars. “For a while now, I’ve been having recharge fluxes that… confuse me.” Optimus spoke hesitantly. He didn’t exactly know how to explain these flashes of information he had been seeing. Of course he’d spoken to Ratchet about them, but the medic assumed it was just all of the stress getting to him, which made sense. “At first they were just recharge fluxes, but lately I get them when I’m not in recharge.”

“What do you see?” Megatron asks when Optimus goes quiet again.

Optimus bit his derma, optics focusing on a cluster of stars in the distance. “Mostly of Cybertronians, the same group of them over and over. I think there are twelve of them… sometimes the flux is of just one or two, other times it’s a group.” Optimus leaned back to completely rest against Megatron, letting the warlord hold him. “Sometimes we are talking, but I can barely make out what they are saying, usually just a glyph or two. Other times… we are fighting against an enemy but I can never make out who or what.”

“You don’t recognize any of them?” Megatron asked, carefully stroking Optimus’ arms with his digits. Optimus shook his helm.

“But I feel like I know them.” Optimus said, tilting his helm back to look at Megatron. “They feel just as familiar to me as you or any of my team do. Like I should know these conversations, these fights! That I should know their designations and what they mean to me but anytime I try to go deeper, it all cuts off! Like the wires just abruptly disconnect when I try to delve any deeper.”

Optimus had a frustrated pout on his derma, one that Megatron found quite adorable but he refrained from letting the mech know that. Optimus was clearly distressed over these visions he’s been having. “Have you always had these for recharge fluxes?” Megatron asked. Once again, Optimus shook his helm.

“No. They didn’t start till we got to Earth.” Optimus noted. “After… coming in contact with the AllSpark!”

“The AllSpark has the ability to heal more than just our frames, it is possible it partially recovered lost memories of yours.” Megatron said.

“Lost memories from when?” Optimus retorted. “I don’t have any gaps that I can recall!”

“The Council has means of overwriting a bot’s memories with ease. Shadow Play is a technique they are not beyond using if they deem necessary. You could have your entire processor rewritten and be none the wiser.” Megatron looked Optimus in the optic as he spoke, his derma tight in a line. 

Optimus instinctively wanted to repute Megatron’s claims, defend the Council and  deny his memories were ever changed. But he knew deeper down that Megatron could very easily be right. That the Council could very easily rewrite him and he’d never know. These were just some of the reasons why he’d chosen to side with Megatron in the end, because his Council had discarded them the moment they could.

“Great, so now I’m dealing with the possibility of having Shadow Play done to me along with everything else!” Optimus grumbled, crossing his arms over his chassis as he leaned more weight against Megatron. The large mech clearly didn’t mind as he moved his arms to embrace Optimus more. 

“That is a possibility, I can have Soundwave look into it more though.” Megatron offered. “He is far more adverse in matters of the processor than I am.”

Optimus looked up at Megatron and pondered the idea. Soundwave was a telepath and had the ability to dive far deeper into one’s processor than a medic could. It felt invasive but Optimus wanted answers and Soundwave could give them to him. 

“Okay.” He said.

Megatron smiled and gave Optimus a gentle squeeze. “I will inform him tomorrow then.”

“Thank you.” Optimus said with an ex-vent.

“I can think of a way you can properly thank you.” Megatron purred, leaning down.

Optimus turned to him and boldly pressed a kiss to Megatron’s derma but withdrew rather quickly. “That good enough?” He asked, his voice a light tease.

“No.” Megatron growled. He grabbed Optimus, lifting the smaller mech up and kissed him harder, using one servo to hold his helm. “I think this is a good start though.”

[transingthoseformers]

Funny “Oopsy I accidentally reformed a war criminal” idea.

A bot from the future is thrown into the past via a large sky space rip into a battle by mistake, no issues no problems explain the situation the both bots and go in your way. You try not to do anything to mess up the future or timeline but there is something going on right now.

Some of these bots are looking and you as if they are about to pass out. You don’t see the problem, what have these bots never seen a large beautiful well polished red, blue and white shuttle with gray derma before. (They have Starscream’s colors, Skyfire’s frame, and a combination of Star’s black and Sky’s white derma/skin)

Two bot in particular look more unnerved as their gazes switch from you to each other across the battlefield field.

Now to the best of your knowledge you are a bot spawned from vector sigma, could you potentially look like some bots maybe but those two are kinda looking a little two hard at you for comfort.

——

Basically a future bot that looks like they could be an exact Skystar child appearing in the past. Both factions are just hard eyeing the future bot and Sky and Star. (My boy Swindle probably in the back collecting betting money saying I told you guys it would happen)

Now the bot is 100% NOT their kid the looks just so happens to be a very unfortunate coincidence. However the longer he stays he sees the future kinda changing mainly in the better.

As history is now reporting that due to the defection of the cons second in demand some point during the middle of the war tides were shifting more peacefully than they were earlier reported.

So now it’s up to you, to use you unfortunately or maybe very fortunate misunderstanding between the bots to try and shift the future to have a better ending beyond convincing two past one one being THE MOST DANGEROUS LIFE THREATENING BASTARD SECOND IN COMMAND OF THE DECEPTICONS STAR-MOTHERFUCKING-SCREAM that you are indeed the future love child he has with his lost beloved Skyfire to try to not only get them together for you totally real and I’m not lying I’m your kid conception and from an early and more peaceful end to the war.

Oh god the consequences of this are very funny

They HAVE to commit to the bit

[cozzzynook]

Part two of BeeWaveWave

The sounds of metallic paw pedes hitting the pavement outside the cave rung like canons in his audio’s.

Thundering pede steps always seemed to echo not too far behind as if she’d been leading the mech wearing a chain set and yet he knew that was impossible. Ravage was like Soundwave’s sparkling, in all intents and purposes she is Soundwaves sparkling making her Shockwave’s sparkling by conjux default. No way they’d make her wear something as demeaning as a chain set.

‘Focus bee, focus,’ he whispers for fear of being heard even in his own mind, but once Soundwave lands he will have to.

A whirring crackle, a low screech far above from the clouds and the telltale signs of transforming echoed not long after. Those pede steps were lighter, a lot lighter, than the other mech tracking him.

‘Okay, okay Bee. Breathe. You can do it. Just breathe. In and out, slowly. You’ve managed to avoid them this long, just remain quiet,’ Bee assured himself, lifting a tired servo as best he could before stilling. Silence engulfed the large cave.

The fluttering in his abdomen made him go stone still and the little servo and pede he felt press against his side made it difficult to suppress his wince. But it seemed luck was on his side at the moment. Rain had begun to fall heavily around them and the cracks of lightning and thunder illuminated the space in the back of the cave. Bumblebee could see their shadows getting closer and he hoped they couldn’t see his.

Another tiny servo pressed against his side and he felt a pede kick the top of his gestation tank hitting his chest plating. He couldn’t hold back the sharp vent that escaped him and he felt the pull on his spark as his twin sparklings felt their sires close by. They could sense Shockwave and Soundwave whenever the two would get close. He’d been so sure the two mechs would’ve given up on him months ago like his teammates seemed to.

They stopped sending out search parties a few weeks ago, he knew they were worried about him and they wanted him to come back. But he couldn’t. He felt so guilty just leaving them like that and abandoning Raf had been the worst. The little human was a child and his spark hung heavy not taking him with him. As a carrier it was in his nature to dote on children and others yet he ignored it largely for the simple fact his teammates didn’t know, not even their medic Ratchet.

There were things he kept from his team that he never wanted them to know. If they could see him now, less bulk and more slim his actual frame without welded on additions that looked natural. They would ask too many questions and he didn’t want anybot knowing. Not even Optimus, he was just too ashamed and afraid to tell his past secrets.

“Anything Ravage?”

The sound of Shockwave’s deep baritone voice made his optics spin and his sparklings press their little servos against his tank uncomfortably. He couldn’t stop the minute gasp that left his guarded dermas, servo darting to hold the tender mesh of his swollen abdomen. His sparklings were growing restless in his tanks as they heard the vox of their sire nearby. He felt a shift behind him and Bumblebee just knew it was Soundwave. The mech had a way of keeping so silent while letting his presence alone vastly incase the area with intimidation and a demand of capturing any mechs attention. It was a trait both himself and Shockwave admired about the bioluminescent mech, one Bumblebee wished he wasn’t at the receiving end of.

He couldn’t help but focus in on the quiet mechs behind him, the tiny pitter of gravel shifting under Ravage’s paws. The soft shift of Frenzy’s talons no doubt on Soundwave and the low retraction of Ratbat escaping free of Soundwave’s chassis covering his spark. A shiver of panic erupted in his closed off EM field pushing his inner processor circuits to heat uncomfortably as he feared discovery.

After all this time, all his careful tactics and plannings, sure to lay low and avoid the two mechs who continued their search for him far longer than he originally anticipated. They searched with more depth than his former teammates did and though it broke a part of his spark painfully he also felt a mix of fear at being discovered in such a vulnerable state yet elation at the two feeling more for him aside from being only berth partners. He knew such feelings were dangerous yet he couldn’t help himself. Bumblebee was utterly infatuated and enamored with the two intelligent mechs behind him.

The sound of a plasma cannon beginning to hum to life itched Bumblebee’s audios briefly and he felt his spark drop in utter horror. He heard a heavy pede step forward and a much quieter pede inch closer to the large bolder he hid behind. Sounds of the air being sniffed greeted his audio receptors and Frenzy’s wings fanning open was met as the bird took to the air and he felt Ratbat closing in on him. His servos clasped tightly to the soft mesh on his tank as his sparklings squirmed inside him. Caught between wanting their sire’s affection and presence to reacting at their carriers fear and rapid pulsing spark.

His servos laid protectively on his wide stretched out tank as his pedes shifted quietly. He tried to brace himself to stand, get his stabilizers ready to run at a moments notice though the little yellow and black mech knew it would be in vain. His frame was far too weighed down and tired to move as graceful as he once did and his joints were howling in pain as the circuits in his hips and joints ached with every movement. He knew he was far bigger than most at this stage, carrying two sparklings would drain even the strongest of mechs and seeing as his frame had always been on the smaller side he was truly at a disadvantage.

Boom.

The loud noise and earth moving explosion caused the mechs behind him to dart their attention away from him. The sounds of a series of transformations occurred and Bumblebee could hear his teammates outside the cave begin firing at the five cons. He’d never heard Shockwave sound an angry grunt before nor had he known the mech’s blaster could cover such a large range of space. Soundwave seemed to hold the same sentiment blasting at the group with great precision as he no doubt silently commanded Ravage, Ratbat and Frenzy to attack.

Bumblebee took the moment to use the distraction to his advantage, lifting himself as quickly as he could the former scout waddled at a quick pace towards the back entrance of the cave. Taking his leave out back he hurried away from the battle, remorse sticking to his spinal struts as he left his teammates to fight opponents only Optimus and Ultra Magnus could truly take on.

His servo clutched at the sharp kick to his side that left him staggering. For a moment he feared he was going into emergence but when he felt another at the top of his tank, his little protoforms developing frame pressing against his vents, he struggled to sigh relieved as he slowed his pace. He had no choice but to waddle steadily along the path his navigations system reported would take longer to reach the abandoned decepticon base but it was worth it. He wanted to reach the abandoned cave before nightfall as he didn’t have the best night vision and he was sure his sparklings would wear him down further. He needed enough rest to begin repairing the old space bridge so he could transwarp to a neutral planet.

It was his best bet towards getting to safety for not only himself but most importantly his innocent sparklings. He did not want them knowing war or the darkness of their universe, realistically he knew they would eventually but he did not want them born directly into it. He wanted them to at least have a safe sparklinghood unlike himself who was born at the beginnings of war. He could barely remember the beauty of Cybertron. Everything even its beauty, held horrors at every corner. But he supposed that was the price to pay for such uncivilized treatment towards certain factions of their military mechs and the unspeakable horrors they let exist by having a caste system.

Memories of his carriers gray and lifeless frame dripping energon over his thin squirming protoform came to his processor. He shivered letting out a painful whirr as his vox shook, a protective servo rested against his tank rubbing at the protruding mesh being pushed out by a set of two tiny servo’s. They weren’t even bigger than his digit yet they held such power over him. He would keep his sparklings safe, he wouldn’t let them fall in the hands of either side of this war.

No matter how desperate his spark and sparklings were at having the sire’s by their frames, speaking softly to the growing lives inside him. Gently caressing his mesh tank as they grew, face plates housed in the crook of his neck cables they were always so tender with, he would not allow even them the knowledge of their existence.

‘I’m so sorry for keeping this from you,’ and in that moment, as a drop of coolant leaked from his optic, his helm tilted towards what would become his past. He allowed only one sob to wrack his frame before walking towards his and his sparklings future.

‘I’m so sorry.’ If Bumblebee felt his spark break he ignored it in favor of waddling on with one goal in his processor.

Making it to the base had been harder than Bumblebee thought. By the time he reached the abandoned site his pedes were on fire, his ankle plating almost popped from his swollen circuits and mesh and his hips joints were grinding painfully in need of some serious oil. He couldn’t stop the heavy vents shaking his chassis painfully as he tries to cool his systems and get some rest. He overworked his already exhausted frame even with the frequent breaks and long rest stops his sparklings and frame demanded of him. He was halfway through carrying and already felt he was about to pop he couldn’t fathom trying to do this the further he got closer to his sparklings emergence. Bumblebee couldn’t fathom having to do anything more than lay on his back during his last two months of carrying. He wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to earn his keep once he got to a neutral planet if the rumors weren’t true.

Hi He was hopeful they were it’d be a dream come true if he could be provided with fuel, shelter, carrier and protoform energon along with a i guaranteed future job after healing from emergence. Bumblebee knew it was a stretch hoping to make it to a neutral planet that would be willing to help him if they found out who he was before becoming an autobot. But to get that far he’d have to get off his lazy aft and sit up so he could start working on repairing the damaged space bridge.

His back strut was killing him even as he laid on the floor with his arm guards trembling as he tried to get himself to move. His shoulder plating was unusually sensitive as it rubbed against the ground. Bumblebee couldn’t stop the static whimper that left his vox when a particularly hard kick against his internal upper mid section. It felt like his sparklings were hard pressed to make him rest by discomforting him even if it grew painful for him.

‘I won’t be getting up anytime soon,’ his digits brushed against his chassis right above his spark chamber. With the knowledge he remembers from his time learning about sparklings in that…house, he knows his spark chamber shouldn’t be this swollen still. Either it meant a virus or his sparklings were getting more energy from him because they were starved of their sires spark energy’s. He knew without a doubt the second was fact he just hoped he didn’t have a virus in his spark. A carrier’s immune system either strengthened or weakened and he could no linger deny his was weakened.

He wasn’t exactly the healthiest sparkling himself what with no creators to care for him and his time on the streets weren’t exactly clean or filled with a substantial amount of energon for a growing sparkling. The nights spent hungry were all too ingrained in his processor and far too obvious on his armor-less plating. He made sure Ratchet never took them off during his exams or repairs and he was careful to avoid answering any questions Ratchet had about why his height didn’t match the bulkiness of his armor. Sure he wasn’t the shape of Arcee without it but he was close.

Truthfully without the armor he looked nothing like a solider and all the part of a carrier who used to work the streets as a—‘stop,’ he urged his processor. He didn’t need to let his thoughts go down that road. They were already a jumbled mess of scrap neurons no need to add more to his sobering glass thoughts.

‘In the morning, no excuses, get up and work on the space bridge, have to be gone before Soundwave and Shockwave find me again…’

His vents struggled to remain steady at the thought of the two con’s. His optics kept leaking long after he tried to force them not to.

“Rest, we will continue our search in the morning,” Shockwave spoke gently to his conjunx, feeling the exhaustion himself. Their intended had disappeared five months ago ever since they’ve been on a steady search for him while resuming their duties under Megatron. The gladiator was told in private confidence not as subordinates but old, long time friends that the two were in search of a specific autobot. While their leader was not pleased they were bedding and hoping to mate permanently with an autobot scout much less one so young in comparison to them, he respected the two mechs greatly, valuing their long held friendship and work relations. He promised no interference or harm towards the young mech even if he found their attraction to him odd and unsettling in their vast differences.

Even went as far to tease them a little to help lessen their burden and the weight of conversation until Soundwave flashed a picture of Starscream on his visor and played a clip of the seeker moaning Megatrons name. Soundwave played a mixture of clips using Knockout’s sass to tell Megatron he also has questionable tastes to which the gladiator champion blushed and told them to get out.

It was worth pulling a chuckle from Shockwave who seldom made such noises since their bee left. Soundwave could remember how much Shockwave would chuff and chuckle even grunt before the war broke out. He was expressive even after the empurata, never having lost his ability to love him. Soundwave was more than fine accepting his conjunx new ways of love and affection. No matter what Shockwave was still his mech whether he be a politician trying to better Cybertron or the scientist he’s only grown in spark for with each passing cycle.

But then Bumblebee came along.

It was…odd, feeling one’s spark pull in a new direction especially for an enemy no less but it seemed they were on the same page. The conversation hadn’t been too difficult especially when it happened in front of the very scout they found their sights resting on in battle and watching through footage supplied by Ratbat. Ravage had taken to teasing Soundwave and Shockwave asking if her, Frenzy and Ratbat would finally have a carrier. The comment made Shockwave stutter and Soundwave put her in a corner facing the ship’s wall. She was very upset at not being able to watch her favorite human show with Frenzy and Ratbat who turned it up so she would know she was missing out.

Soundwave found the punishment and sibling taunts suitable while Shockwave denied her access to lay on his large chassis. But that had been weeks before the two entered a revealing confession as they faced the autobot scout alone. When they made no move to actually hurt him instead watching him as he planned an escape against two opponents he knew he could not beat alone, they were confused as to why the scout put his weapon away and took a step closer.

A head tilt was the scouts response when he stood a few feet from Soundwave, Shockwave was ever curious but also protective as usual though Soundwave knew the scientist never doubted his capability. Both were on guard while planning no real harm to the shared object of affection before them should Bumblebee surprise attack.

But the scout didn’t attack them. He merely shocked them by placing his servos over their chassis feeling the beat of their sparks with shaking digits. His optics never met theirs but his low beeps and chirps as he spoke a cybertronian language their processors recognized as street dialect they moved in on him.

Naturally, Shockwave spoke for the both of them telling the scout of their interest in him and to the older mechs surprise the scout spoke of his own desire to learn more about the two. It was during a fight for the bone when Shockwave uttered a Kaon curse that Soundwave repeated later using Shockwave’s vox recording before entering the bridge after being hit did Bumblebee grow interested in the two mechs as more than enemies.

He spoke in beeps that mimicked a younger generation of Kaon dialect that the two mechs recognized and intrigue took hold of the three mechs. The sound of battle ending broke them from their conversation and the scouts pleading optics pushed the two to give him a meeting time and destination. With a promise to bring no backup on either side and no hostile intention an agreement was made.

Of course they knew the scout was naive but even Bumblebee knew to take a bit of precaution and he did. Watching the two for a few hours before showing his frame and keeping a distance. He really had come alone and so did the older two mechs save for Ratbat strapped to Soundwave’s chest but Bumblebee paid no mind to him. In fact he reversed on instinct when Ratbat left Soundwave’s chest and laid on Bumblebee’s dash getting comfortable.

When he saw no ill intent and Ratbat really had wanted to rest he warmed his engine and began to chat with the two intelligent cons. Beginning a strange relationship that delved from enjoying spending time together to a more passionate relationship.

As a carrier Bumblebee would fall into a heat like state but because of some viral pills he’d buy off an underground mech, he didn’t have to worry about them. But something happened one night. One night he felt hot all over and his vents couldn’t keep him cool. He’d made it to their meeting spot only to feel his spark pulsing throughout his entire frame. He could feel a tremble in the ground and knew Soundwave and Shockwave were here. Bumblebee wanted to try and leave when he felt his valve grow slick with fluid but he couldn’t move. He felt a shiver as he dripped from his lower plating feeling it hit his pede to feeling Soundwave’s servo touching his inner thigh cables. His optics were growing hazy but the feel of Shockwave’s chassis on his didn’t make things better.

Being trapped between two bigger and stronger mechs had his carrier protocols on overdrive and his heat cycle hit full crash the moment he felt them brush their servos along his tank and waist. From there the relationship moved from deep chats in lone canyons to buzzing and beeps with heavy grunts and clangs in the berth. The two mechs never got a straight answer from the young mech on why he was so revved up that night. They agreed in private to wait for Bumblebee to tell them why but the scout never did.

The same thing happened just a month before he disappeared as well. Growing hot and leaking so much his valve covering couldn’t contain it. Bumblebee was hazy in the optics just like that night and his frame was more sensitive than normal but the yellow bug begged so beautifully and they knew pushing him would make him shut down so they took care of him. Serviced their bug to his sparks content for an entire week filled with constant overloads and a pleasure drunk bug. No one on base questioned why Soundwave and Shockwave spent so much time in their hub suite or the noises coming from it.

The two were curious as to how their bug would explain missing from his team for a week but Bumblebee said he’d come up with something. Shockwave didn’t believe him for a second immediately saying Bumblebee shouldn’t be foolish and that they’d help orchestrate something but Bumblebee was stubborn. A trait they both liked and disliked about him.

Said trait is most likely whats keeping their bug from being found as they discovered he was not in the clutches of the government nor at the autobot base. There were no other bots on planet Earth that could’ve taken him to their knowledge like they originally believed. So the question remained, just why was their bug hiding from them?

Tilting his helm, he looked at Shockwave before leaning in and resting on his wrist cables. Nuzzling against the soft material brought him some peace but it did little to sway his worry over Bumblebee.

“We will find him. That I am sure of.”

With a nod, Soundwave joined his conjunx in a berth that felt too big for just the two of them.

A buzzing of beeps and static echoed the once abandoned space, Bumblebee managed to get into a sitting position but standing proved to be almost impossible, something he didn’t have time for.

He felt it in his spark that Shockwave and Soundwave would pick up where they left off, they always did, he just knew the two would be closing in on him soon and judging by how damaged the space bridge was inside the abandoned cite he would never have enough time to fix it before they showed. What with his need for frequent breaks and all the destroyed and missing parts he was sure he couldn’t fix it anyway. It had been a fools dream thinking he could work on the space bridge and get to a neutral zone. He would have to have his sparklings on Earth where war resided and peace was in an alternate future. On an Earth where decepticons and autobots would take his sparklings and use them for their own selfish gain. His sparklings would never know peace, their home planet, the comfort of his servos and spark beat if they’re taken.

The comfort of their sires that he denied them by keeping them secret from everybot…

If there was one thing Bee hated it was the emotional toll his carrying took on him. He could just go for a long drive when things became too much but now, now he had to sit and leak because he couldn’t transform. His field was all over the place as he sobbed angrily. The situation, the war, his heat, his failed viral pills, himself for getting involved with the two cons he wished were by his side.

Everything.

A rough punch to the tank made him wince and a servo pushing against his vents left him stuttering and his engine whirring. It took time to calm down and lower his internal temp but when he did he felt exhaustion claw at him. With wandering optics he looked to the space bridge he couldn’t repair and felt defeat. ‘Might as well rest,’ he grumbled managing to shuffle against the wall in the corner. With his back laid against the cool surface he let out a vent watching his tank expand a little further before going back to its usual plump. Resting his servo in the middle he felt the two settle, four tiny servos pressing against his as he shifted to get somewhat comfortable before shutting his optics and falling into recharge.

He was woken by the sound of a heavy pede hitting the ground and a lighter set of pedes following closely. Little twitters met his tired and sluggish audios not long after a set of low growls filtered the air and his sluggish processor was so exhausted he almost didn’t question the two em fields he recognized as Shockwave and Soundwaves. He was still half in recharge against the wall in his corner when Ravage pattered inside with Frenzy on her back strut before taking to the air and going on look out at Soundwave’s silent command.

Ratbat returned to Soundwave’s chest plate when he stepped in the room and Shockwave looked at the area before resting a hand on Soundwave’s hip plating making the mech stop and eject his sound pulser. When Shockwave didn’t raise his blaster he lowered his own weapon but didn’t sheath it. Instead he turned his helm to search the room for any signs of life and he gave a nod to Ravage who sniffed the air.

Shockwave’s heavy pede steps knocked Bee out of his half recharge daze making his spark drop as he realized he was cornered and had no way out. The space bridge was not an option, transforming and high tailing it out of here was impossible and escaping without being seen by the others didn’t even bother traveling in his thoughts. With how much his frame hurt he didn’t think he would be able to rock and wobble his way onto achinf stabilizers. He was going to be caught and there was nothing he could do but try to buy himself time to mentally prepare. But even with all the time in the galaxy he would probably never be ready.

He struggled to vent slowly, his spark chamber felt cramped as his spark pulsed wildly and tried reaching out to the two mechs. A painful silent gasp ripped from his vox as his tank lurched at the powerful kick directed towards his private plating. It felt like his sparklings were trying to kick him into an early emergence with how hard they just slammed their little pedes into him. He felt nausea bubble in his tank at the pain he was in, he worried he was going into early emergence.

Laying a trembling servo over his sensitive stretched out mesh tank he tried to calm them, hoping it was just anxious zap circuits in his processor and frame making him worry but as he felt Soundwave and Shockwave step closer to his shaking frame a harsh punch to his vents made him gasp audibly and he felt his tank lower.

The room grew completely silent, Bee could hear the pulse of his spark pounding in his audios, the tremble in the ground as the two came closer, the tensing of Ravage’s frame as she sniffed the air one last time. Optics darting in his direction before a set of rushed pedes marched over to him just as he let out a yelp of pain feeling his private platings gush out fluid from his gestation tank.

The two mech stopped right in front of their scout, red optics wide as they took in the sight of him. Servo clutching painfully at his distended round tank trailing towards the puddle of fluid under his after spilling from his closed private plating. His optics were flickering in pain as his vents tried to even out. Neither mech could move for what felt like mega cycles though they knew that was not possible.

The situation at servo was just extremely shocking and completely blindsided them. They almost didn’t react when their scout lurched forward with another painful expression crossing his face plates as he whined terribly while clutching his tank. It was Ravage biting Soundwave’s ankle strut that caused the silent mech to spring into action. Rushing forward to wrap an arm around his young partner, rubbing the side of his tender tank as he summoned a ground bridge that led straight to Knockout’s medbay.

The medical mech would have questions but his first priority would’ve been to rush Bumblebee to surgery. Soundwave was sure of it knowing the mech had a soft spot for carriers and sparklings. He rubbed a servo against Bee’s helm and the gesture seemed much appreciated as the younger leaned into it trying to even his vents.

Shockwave felt Ravage’s teeth enter his pede and he grunted making her let go. He looked down to see worried expression as she jumped to Bumblebee’s other side rubbing her helm against his tank softly with a worried rumble in her engine. That was all Shockwave needed to free himself of his frozen state as he charged forward gently picking the younger mech into his arms. With Soundwave’s help he was able to better grip Bumblebee who focused on venting and trying to relax as best he could but in active emergence there wasn’t much he could do.

Shockwave was urgent in his stride through the ground bridge with Soundwave, Ratbat, Ravage and thankfully Frenzy in tow. The bridge closed behind them and Shockwave with Soundwave’s help settled Bumblebee onto the medical table where Knockout immediately set to work.

“How far along is he?!”

“Five months,” Bumblebee whined strained as he gripped the berth before accepting the servo’s Shockwave and Soundwave offered him. The three con’s grew silent with em fields of panic at Bumblebee’s admittance and Knockout rushed through his medbay grabbing various tools.

“Out, both of you. Its too early for him to be in emergence and I need the lab calm and empty as I perform surgery to stop the process,” Knockout rushed as he began to sterilize his servo’s.

Shockwave and Soundwave knew it was logical what Knockout was saying but the two felt the need to stay beside their scout even if it wasn’t helpful. But Ravage’s snout nudging them out made the two reluctantly leave. Standing at the door as they waited and listened to Knockout work on Bumblebee.

“He was sparked,” Shockwave said the statement with disbelief coloring his field and Soundwave returned the feeling with fear added.

“Knockout is an exceptional medic with history helping carriers even high risk carriers, he is no Ratchet but he is capable…though..I wish it had not come to this.”

A nod from Soundwave and Shockwave stood closer to the mech, “he ran because we sparked him. That night we first interfaced and the week of interfacing, it must have been carrier’s heat.”

A question popped on Soundwave’s screen and Shockwave answered, “underground viral pills or shots can prevent them from happening. Something must’ve occurred which caused his pills to become ineffective.”

There was an unbearable silence that weighed heavily on the two mech’s. It was true they welcomed a quiet atmosphere more often than not but being drowned in a blanket of nothing while their potential conjunx lay behind the thick metal door getting surgery to suppress their sparklings emergence, it was not a welcome feeling.

“Us,” his vox was as deep and imposing like his presence as he answered with blatant worry that only those who knew him could detect. Soundwave didn’t say more than that, he knew Shockwave understood what he meant immediately and pulling information files from his memory bank he concluded Soundwave was indeed, correct.

While he could admit his knowledge on carriers was far underdeveloped than he would have liked, what little he did know was that carrier’s could fall into heat whether naturally or introduced to a mech or femme they would like to mate and bond with.

“It seems our affections towards Bumblebee are not as one sided to the degree we once believed. His reaction as a carrier has proven it. Their frames only fall into heat naturally or, when coming into contact with a mech or femme they wish to bond and mate. Its enough to presume he was taking a heat blocker, a dangerous method but one he deemed necessary. There is but few possibilities on making it obsolete and seeing as he was not sick nor do i believe he stopped taking the medicine it is easy for me to conclude he wishes to bond and mate with us, permanently. But there are questions I have. A variable I do not understand.”

“Why did he run away? Why not tell us he was sparked with our offspring? Why did he go through the endangerment and reckless trouble to avoid us when he and the sparkling need us. Why leave us behind?”

Soundwave settled a servo on Shockwave’s shoulder plating over his canon arm. While it is more in Soundwave’s nature to worry when their bug is not beside them it is in Shockwave’s nature to hurt when having untold answers and feeling abandoned. His empurata did not stop emotions as well as the bots who did this to him thought but it did make certain emotions complicated to understand and work through.

“Scared,” his voice reasoned with an even tone.

Soundwave has always understood emotions better than most and he could take a guess on why Bumblebee decided it was best to run off and say nothing. And it is true he most likely knows why their bug ran off he still wants all the answers just as Shockwave does. Though this time when they get their answers he will ensure communication as a requirement even demand if need be.

The door to the medbay opened and Knockout almost fell on his skid plates if it weren’t for both Soundwave’s tentacle clasps and Shockwaves servo gripping him with demand.

“Status on Bumblebee’s condition?”

“Sparklings?”

Shockwave’s question and Soundwaves long unheard voice left him speechless for half a click but the through shake from Shockwave and the small short pulse from Soundwave made him squeal.

“They’re fine,” he rushed with a trembling vox. Clearing his synthesizing cables he stepped back with a motion of his sharp digit.

Standing beside the recharging mech hooked up to a carrier feeding tube, a carriers gestation tank mesh wrap to monitor their sparklings health and an oil and energon cable and circuit drip.

“I know it’s not at all ideal to see him like this but he is going to be okay. It was the stress and overexertion that put him into emergence. But since you found him at the beginning I was able to stop it. Even if his gestation fluid broke it wasn’t too late to seal his emerger plating and recoat the inner tank pouch. His frame was already beginning to replenish the necessary fluids when I got him stabilized with nerve static and protoform levelers. I’m more than happy to report he’ll be just fine.”

The medbay opened once more and the two stood on guard only to see Megatron and Starscream enter with a third in Starscreams servos.

“Did you remember to reconnect the carrier and sparkling cable line?”

The sparkling in Starscreams servos was beeping as it clasped the large thick clawed servo of Megatron who nodded towards the two before looking back down to take the sparkling from Starscream who tilted his optics at the sparkling with carriers concern and affection until he deemed his sparkling content. Ignoring the roll of Megatrons optics he went over to check the sparkling monitor on Bumblebee without touching the unconscious mech.

“His cord tubes aren’t strong like they should be thats another reason his emerge tank broke. He needs both your transfluid and spark energy especially if he’s gone this long without it. He’s a strong scout I’ll give him that,” Starscream uttered looking at the electric pulses of the sparklings that grew stronger as their sires stood close.

“It goes without saying you two will be by his side the rest of his carrying. Though I suggest keeping him on this side of the ship only. While we have no qualms about your relationship with the scout I’m certain others will.”

Megatron nodded his helm with a menacing frown as he held his own bitlet close that stuck their mesh servo into his intake that he carefully removed.

“Other decepticons have joined the Nemesis. Many of which I do not trust to keep close but will use for power and numbers. I’m in the process of having them stationed in old hideouts for both your mate and our sparklings safety.”

Soundwave and Shockwave nodded their helms in thanks as they listened. Remaining close to their scout who was still recharging, hooked to machines when he should be comfortable off his stabilizers in their shared berth. It did nothing to think on “what if’s” of finding him earlier so they did not. They simply planned for the course of action necessary now.

“Starscream, did you say cord tubes?”

Shockwaves sudden question had the room silent as Megatron raised an optic ridge before abruptly knowing, exventing to hid a laugh as Knockout looked between the two sire mechs flustered.

“We must’ve interrupted before Knockout could deliver the uh..news,” Starscream said looking sheepish at least before sliding towards Bumblebee and placing servo’s on his mesh tanks. “I’ll leave that to you Knockout, the sparklings aren’t in emergence position so thats good. Just keep the wrapping on him until he’s fully recovered. It’s better to be safe than take any chances,” the seeker said striding to his sparkling and conjunx.

“Give me my bitlet Megatron,” his demand was met with the warlord childishly raising their sparkling from the seekers reach as they strode towards the medbay entrance. “You’ve held my heir long enough besides it’s s my turn to enjoy their sparkling scent!”

Megatron rushed his pede steps once he realized he admitted to smelling his sparkling like a lovestruck sire instead of the leader of a fierce warring army.

The medbay doors closed and Knockout’s curses of demanding Starscream get back here were finally heard. His vox abruptly stopped when he felt Shockwaves optic and Soundwaves visor boring into him. “Ummm so funny thing,” he said taking a step closer to his patient, “you two handsome studs managed to spark him up, twice. So now you can expect to welcome in not one but two sparklings.”

The surprise didn’t show on either mechs em fields but Knockout attributed that to the two mechs handling the news better than most. He was correct of course, for Soundwave that is. He was just glad Soundwave was there to keep Shockwave from stumbling onto his patient whom he rushed to shield accidentally waking him.

“Nnn,” the sound of his patient waking immediately brought out all medibot instincts. Making him shoo the two sires back as he went about checking over all Bumblebee’s vitals.

“Listen to me carefully scout, you’re aboard the Nemesis medbay in my care. Your sparklings are safe and still inside developing protoform gestation. They are no longer at risk of emergence but you must take it easy. The sparklings sires Soundwave and Shockwave brought you here and are awaiting to see you. I have you hooked to a mesh wrap and tubes are helping fuel you, your sparklings and make up for the oil and liquids you lack.”

Bumblebee was fuzzy in the audios and his optics were blurry but he did understand what Knockout was saying. His frame felt too good to try and panic or fight so he nodded his helm and exvented when he felt his frame shift so a fluffer would help proper up his sides to take the stress off his middle.

“Thank you,” he groaned, forgetting a certain two mechs were beside him, watching as he melted into the medical berth. Yellow and black servos shook as they tried to lift up and cup his swollen tank. It was Soundwave and Shockwaves servos coming to the yellow mechs rescue that they were all able to feel the two sparklings kick their pedes and push their servos out.

Bumblebee felt his optics leak in so much relief he almost didn’t pay processor to the servos holding his own until he felt two familiar em fields washing over him.

Amazement. Startled. Affection. Elation. Relief. Attachment. Fondness. Warmth and woving Intimacy that fluttered into his spark chamber pulsing throughout his tank wrapping around the sparklings within him.

Bioluminescent tentacles wrap around him slowly lifting him carefully into awaiting arms that pulled him close.

“Don’t ever leave us again Bumblebee.”

“Soundwave and Shockwave: missed you greatly. Worried: greatly.”

Bumblebee had never heard Soundwave filled with such emotion directed at him before.

From the look of Shockwave’s finials flickering, his em field growing heavy in a vulnerable display to the way he kept his helm dipped to keep his optic close to both Bumblebee and Soundwave as said mecha’s engine began to rumble and purr with a soothing em field that further grounded them.

Bee felt something he never assumed he could have from the two.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered painfully as he retracted his mask to speak before an expel of oxygen roped his vocal cords in a vice making him shudder.

“Please, do not scare us more than you already have,” Shockwave stated tone unyielding as he checked over their scout while Soundwave comforted him.

Knockout had long left to give the two privacy, he was sure to be gossiping with Breakdown in their shared berthroom.

Not that the two cared at the moment, their servos were completely full with their scout and not one but two additions that they assured their scout was more than welcome.

Bumblebee was still having a hard time adjusting to the two returning his affections and care. Both Soundwave and Shockwave were knowledgeable of the scouts ability to become self-doubting and depreciative yet they had hoped their intentions with him were clear. They were not mechs known to be kind to just anybot let alone an autobot.

And yet they opened their arms, servos, sparks and home to Bee all in hopes he would sparkbond and join their union.

In hindsight they realize it would have been better to outright state their intent of courtship and show they were performing conjunx ritus and that Bee without even knowing had begun to do the same with the purest of spark intentions that came so natural they just assumed he knew.

Now they knew better and would outright state everything for the foreseeable future.

That- and Ravage, Laserbeak and Ratbat would not allow them to slip so heinously ever again.

“I like this one,” Ravage said without regard for how Bee would accept, simply jumping on the med berth, getting comfortable and curling into Bee’s side before falling into a light doze.

It was Ratbat fluttering to rub their helm with Bee’s that had Bee giggling at the soft tickle of fur. Lazerbeak chirped excitedly at Bee before fluttering off balance in excitement. Bee caught her midair with a shaky servo and before Soundwave could chastise them for disturbing the carrying former scout, Bee held Lazerbeak close and let her excitedly ask question after question as Ratbat got comfortable on Bee’s shoulder strut.

“I’m not sure if they’re femmes or mechas,” Bee answered with his mask back in its right place. Soundwave’s tentacles still carefully wrapped around him as he and Shockwave stayed on the strong berth soaking in the warm em fields surrounding them while shrouding the others and their space in protection and a softness none would believe possible.

“But however they emerge I’ll love them all the same,” Bee spoke with the emotion they’d heard carriers were so famously known for.

“But between us, I hope they are a mecha and a femme,” Bee giggled, “because I’m never doing this again,” he laughed making Ratbat flutter and Lazerbeak chirp.

Ravage lazily peered an optic at him then Soundwave and Shockwave who looked contemplative.

With a mirthful flick of her tail, Ravage knew those words would be in vain.

Now that those two spark sick idiots got their former scout back and saw him round with their younglings, she knew they would spark him up again.

She just hoped they would wait until after the war was done.

-

[uselessmicrowave]

for a friend

tfp optimus prime x reader x megatron (pt 2)

part two of this post

tws/content- dubcon elements, dark themes, megatron being a weird mf, voyeurism, shock collars, petplay, master/servant, edging, sticky interfacing, oral

“Good bot, Optimus. Now I want to see you. Open your panels and press your spike into it. You want to have your pet like this in the future, don’t you, Prime?”

“Y- Yes, Lord Megatron.” instead of shoving his spike directly into you, Optimus swipes his servo over his glossa, gathering oral lubricant on his digits. He rubs at the tip of his spike groaning, then reaches down to in between your thighs. Optimus hesitates, looking up at you for permission. You nod.

“I said,” another shock to the poor, detained bot. “spike it.”

“I’ll try to be gentle.” he quickly rubs at your entrance. “I don’t know if I can-” Optimus is cut off with his own yelp, the warlord pushing his hips into yours. It hurts like hell, the pain stings around your whole waist. You shut your eyes and clench your jaw in discomfort. “M’ s-so sorry Y/n-”

“Awe, are you?” Megatron leans into the autobot, faceplates next to faceplates. His whole frame shudders, his spike twitching inside of you. “How does that feel, Optimus? Is it too much?”

Optimus, somehow, looks so much more overwhelmed in this state. Megatron is responded to by a weak moan, desperate and high.

“Tight!” Optimus’ optics flare brightly, his frame shuddering audibly again. “Oh- frag!” his voice booms around you, you suddenly feel scorching hot liquid taking up space inside of you. It’s a struggle to keep his huge aft spike inside you, even halfway inside. Now with the transfluids, his spike is being pushed out. It feels like you’re a water balloon about to pop.

“Overloaded already?” a shock to the autobot makes him flinch hard, his spike twitches inside of you. “Bad bot, prime.” Megatron pulls the red bot back and out of you, taking hold of the collar. Some of the fluids gush onto the cold tabletop.

“Be a good bot.” Optimus lets the grey mech bend him over the table, his faceplates are pressed right up against your sex.

“Hnn!” Optimus’ vents push against your body, his optics closed in an attempt to not get so charged up again and to conceal the amount of arousal he was really feeling.

“You know what to do with them, don’t you, Optimus?” Megatron prompts. The autobot shakily opens his intake, pushes his glossa past his dermas and in between your legs. His optics are lazily trained on your body, oral lubricant spilling out onto your thighs.

Optimus hums as he licks at your sex, tasting his and your fluids. He moves towards your soaked entrance. He gently prods his way into you, craning his neck cables to give you the most he can.

You moan at the sensation, arching your back and tensing. It’s not painful as it was before, his glossa is a much better fit for your fragile human body. He gingerly pumps his glossa into you, massaging all of the places that had been abused prior. Optimus can feel you squeezing down on his glossa, he knows his faceplates are painted blue and burning against your skin. It would be a reddish color for the next few days with the temperature of his plating.

It’s beginning to be too much stimulation for you, you whine and writhe against the mech’s faceplates. Optimus reaches a servo up to you, taking hold of your thigh and holding you still. You paw at his servos, not so silently begging for him to let you squirm. Optimus keeps a hold on your body until you buck into his faceplates, so close to your peak of pleasure.

But, unfortunately, Optimus decides to cease the thrusting and instead he begins to kiss at your thighs. You whine loudly and protest by tugging at his audial fins and kibble, Megatron chuckles.

“I never knew you were such a little tease, Prime.” the warlord muses, watching the autobot’s movements. “I need you to be a good bot and make them overload, can you do that?”

Optimus immediately continues his actions from beforehand, shoving his glossa in and out of your tight hole. Megatron places a hand on the prime’s helm, almost gently, pushing his faceplates into your malleable body. “Good bot.”

“Mmph…” Optimus’ voice sends pleasant vibrations through your body. It makes you even more needy, closer to your edge.

“Yes, give them what they want.” with a slow lick to your sex, you reach your peak and writhe against his glossa. Optimus pulls away from you, letting you ride the pleasure out fully.

Out of nowhere, an overwhelming tiredness washes over you. Your body goes slack on the cold table, breathing hard to cool down and slow your heartbeat to calm yourself. Drool drips from your opened mouth onto your chest, it runs down your side.

Optimus, licking his derma, has your fluid all over his faceplates. His eyes are still lazily watching the relieved and tired expressions you make.

“I think that you have overwhelmed your little toy.” Megatron rumbles. “No matter, we can continue without the plaything.”

The grey mech picks you up in his cold claws, taking you through a door to a separate room. He carefully sets you down on a table covered with soft fabric. Megatron softly speaks to you, “Be a good little human and stay right here, hm?”

Then he exits, leaving you alone and in the warm, welcoming darkness. You decide to rest, maybe you will fall asleep, maybe not. The fabric rubs against your skin in an almost comforting way as you lay down and relax. The longer you stare at the high ceiling, the heavier your eyelids would get.

Just before you fall asleep, there is a quiet voice. “Recharge well, little organic.”

You’ve woken back up. It’s the middle of the night, you are on top of a sleeping Optimus, kind of near the base, someone has dressed you, and you have a blanket covering your body. Optimus is still warm, but without the thick purple blanket you would be freezing. Your mind is too fuzzy to wonder who gave it to you.

You turn your attention to the mech, his optics are offline, and his vents are steady. There isn’t a collar around his neck cables anymore, the poor bot’s vents rattle as he cools himself down. You rise and fall on top of his chassis.

You can see an infinite amount of stars from here. Without the light pollution from a big city, the stars are able to shine clearly. There are no clouds to spoil your view.

It wouldn’t be too bad to stay out here tonight.

[ikkosu]

BOUNDARIES

warnings : nudity. slight non-con. slightly suggestive(?) part of MDM (my darling medic verse)

PHARMA lacks a conceptual understanding of space. He might despise bursts of affectionate touches from his love little pet but if it is his turn to show off his streaks of intimacy you're in for a ride — any semblance or care to your own boundaries are disregarded.

Oh, you're working? Too bad he's got you on his lap, prying the reports off your brittle fingers. You've got twenty four hours in a day. You can do it later. No, he doesn't care if the deadline is today. You're to be disciplined about diligence and work productivity. That's on you.

It's not that he doesn't want to care, he's well-versed in the cultural differences between a Cybertronian's mindset to a human one in regards of nudity, he just needs more than a brush of your fingers against his own.

You're endearing just as you are amusing with the thing you call 'clothes' draping over your soft little body. In many of his cold days, he thinks about ripping the fabric to shreds. A fantasy of how you'd feel underneath that primitive fabric takes up much of his waking hours. However, the only thing stopping him for doing so is the fact that you'll reduce his beddings to the outside lawn with the dogs.

It's atrociously blasphemous! How dare he be restrained from touching his pet by a mere textile linen from worms? If anything, it was you who should be grateful he cared enough to press about the matter in the first place. To be graced by the touch of the best medics in Delphi.

Pharma glares at the chronometer.

It's ticking close to the end of his shift and a quick swivel to his datapad, it's clear he hasn't drawn up a single report. No, no, no. Whatever happened to diligence? He's getting frustrated. This thought. This feeling. It's distracting his work. He needs answers, quick. Even if in unethical terms he'll have to seek it.

After a lengthful day in Delphi, forbid he ever said it's 'quiet', he slinks Into your shared room — half a habsuite and a normal apartment, if that's even possible to describe — and his hearing processors perks upon the running splash of water. A snake-like grin curls the corner of his dermas. Perfect, he muses. He's just in time for your evening bath.

So again he's goes, off to concoct another of of his unruly experiments. Will it end well? No, probably not. But who cares.Why would you ever want to hide a body like that from him?

"Dear? Are you in there?" He calls out, turning the knob.

You're too busy belting off to that song again. Skyfall by 'Amdbele', or whatever.He should've smashed that jukebox the moment he laid his eyes on it. That four sided, two, three (?) inch of metal you call a 'phone' take sup too much of your time and it irritates him to no end.

Really, you are blind sometimes.

The door gives way with a pull and the warm mist of the bathroom prickles his face. Your figure is a haze amidst the mist and his optics shutters, adjusting to the dim, golden lighting of the bathroom. Then he halts with a harsh jolt. His wings flare up just as how his face does when he regards the nape of your neck down to your back, to your—

"My, my, oh my..." He mumbles with a raised brow.

"Pharma!?" You gave a girlish shriek and on instinct, whether it was reflex or reflux, you ploughed the cleaning sponge to his helm. It bounces off with a plink against the metal. The mech,however, lay undeterred.

Pharma regards your scrunched up face and your arms — he only now realized how slick and glistening your body was — clutching your chest and legs pressed together like that'll cover up your modesty.

Oh, and your hair is matted much like a wet, tattered cat freshly wrung from a bath. He's especially fascinated by the way the fat of your chest is pushed up, though. Two circular mounds of flesh. So soft and so snug. How, pretty.

Now that would make an interesting study.

On the other hand you're stunned. Speechless. You hadn't expect him to be home this early — usually he'd come by ten. But that doesn't matter, you're too speechless that all you could sputter was his name again and again, finding the familiar grip of his name.

And when you do it's another shout. "Pharma!"

"I heard you the first time, dear." He mumbles lazily, his optics drifted off to the side and lower a bit.

"You can't just barge in here anytime you want!"

"If I wasn't suppose to then why was it unlocked?" He stares, bemused, as you curl around the curtains to hide yourself further. He catches you eying the towel within reach of his arm on the sink.

"You should be careful next time you decide not to follow simple basic house rules."

Pharma begins stalking towards you, blatantly ignoring the towel on the sink. Forget the curtains, you push yourself up against the tile wall to prolong the distance between the mech and your bare body. He's got that stupid smug smile on his face and his servos are clenching and unclenching on an invisible stressball. Said stressball is about to be the mound of your flesh in a moment. But that's fine. You've got a plan. Come any closer and you'll jam a foot up his dick.

"That doesn't mean you can just—" You cut yourself short, feeling your face burn up. He's so handsomely irritating that the urge of throttle him dead overrides your prior chagrin. "I told you, you can't just come in here unannounced like that. I was naked, Pharma!"

"And?"

"What do you mean 'and' ?!"

"Depends." He shrugs, now a foot away "What's there to hide?"

" Everything! There's this thing called boundaries, you walking, talking piece of—" You feel something metal and cold groping the flesh of your ass and you're pulled flush against his chest.

"Oh, I would love to be educated on such matters, sweetheart." He's hunched over, helm craning down close to your own. You feel the ozone breath of his mouth prickling your face. "I can't even begin to comprehend the little evolutions of every miniscule organs you stock up that little body of yours."

"What's with you and organs?!"

"That aside. I have another inkling. I was quite curious why humans are so insistent on hiding their flesh from other humans..."

"And how's that working out for you, huh?" You bite back. He grins.

"My conclusion comes clear. I'd prefer it if you were to expose such delicacies to me and only me alone..." He purrs and, much to your chagrin, buries his face into the mound of flesh that is your chest

This bastard, I swear. Your face flares up and you try to pry away from his grip. He doesn't care, however, too focused with peppering kisses down your sternum and the crook of his nose trailing after. You feel yourself lowered until you're backed against the cold, unrelenting touch of the tile floor.

"Why must you hide this from me?" He's hovered above you now, casting a shadow over your face as his head blocks the light from the ceiling. "I think it's high time we should have ourselves a little bonding session, no?"

And on cue his modesty panel opens. You disregard the slick member pressing against your stomach and wrangled away from his body, braced your stance into a standing position and well, jammed a foot up his dick.

Safe to say, he won't be using the baby factory maker for a while.

[BONUS]

It's just another day at Delphi.

Ambulon stares, concerned as the CMO waddles from ward to ward with a grimace etched on his face.

"Pharma, you're limping." He speaks up eventually and the jet halts.

It felt like hours as he did a 180 swivel around. His face twitched, a forced grin and he grits out. "You don't think i know that?"

Ambulon stands his ground. After all, wounded doctors are a blemish to the system.

"I understand you might not need a helping hand. But you don't have to hide it. I'm well verse with the feeling as well." Ambulon trails off, glancing at his own prickled off paint job. "It's not something to be ashamed of. In fact, it just means your circuits are faring well."

Pharma blinks. Once. Then, twice. "Ambulon, my man. What in Primus's spark are you going on about?"

"Your joints." He seems equally puzzled. "Aren't they rusty?"

What returned, however, is a funny look.

[brownprincipessa]

♡ My Looksmaxxing journey ♡

♡♡♡ Hi, everyone! ♡♡♡

I recently embarked on a personal journey to focus on enhancing my physical appearance. With ample free time during my summer break before the start of my final semester in August, I decided to dedicate myself to this endeavor. In this blog post, I'll share my three main areas of focus and the steps I've taken to achieve my goals.

Teeth: While my teeth aren't in terrible shape, I do have some spaces on my upper row and excessive gum display, which I wanted to address.

To address the spaces, I opted for braces ($142/month). Additionally, I plan to undergo a gum reduction procedure, as recommended by my orthodontist, to rectify the excessive gum display.

Skin: I began working on my skincare earlier this year but struggled to maintain consistency. However, I have now established a morning and night routine, along with some dermatologist-prescribed medication.

To improve my skin, I follow a routine that includes applying Spiroloctone (taken twice daily, $15 every 3 months) and Tretinoin (applied topically every other night, $10 every 3 months). In addition, I use Cerave cleanser, Cerave morning and night moisturizers, and a witch hazel toner for both my morning and night routines. To enhance the effectiveness, I incorporate Gua Sha and derma roller techniques in my morning routine and perform dry brushing before every shower. I also ensure to use body oil and lotion immediately after each shower, while using Dove for sensitive skin during my shower routine.

Hair: This year, I made the decision to stop relying on wigs and weaves and embrace my natural hair, which I believe suits me better.

To care for my hair, I follow a weekly routine that includes washing it with a cleansing shampoo and hydrating conditioner. For styling, I opt for a Wash n' Go method, applying a botanical gel layered with a holding/alcohol-free gel. Additionally, I take MSM supplements to support hair growth ($10). To maintain its health, I deep condition my hair once a month.

Body: Though going to the gym has always been challenging for me due to discomfort in crowded spaces, I have found alternative ways to stay active.

Instead of traditional gym workouts, I prefer at-home Pilates routines and outdoor walks in the park, which allow me to prioritize my physical well-being while avoiding the discomfort of being watched or surrounded by large groups of people.

My journey towards looksmaxxing has been an empowering experience of self-improvement. By focusing on my teeth, skin, hair, and overall physical well-being, I am taking proactive steps towards enhancing my appearance and boosting my self-confidence. I'm excited to continue this journey and see the positive changes it brings.

Will try to update every month ♡

[fiftyshadesofmetal]

Post-gut Clarity

1.5k words and I've finally managed to work up the motivation to get this edited and posted, so here y'all go ^^

Based off this piece I did

Warnings for: vore, valveplug, explicit content, non graphic digestion/reformation, weightgain, and chub

Sunstreaker onlines his optics slowly.

The lights in his hab suite felt too bright…Sideswipe must have turned them on when he left this morning.

He slowly heaves himself into a sitting position, his helm pounding and glossa dry as he fumbles for his chronometer to check the time; usually he was far better at getting up on time, and it was him hauling Sideswipe’s aft out of the berth. He looks blankly at his chronometer that was marking him late for Ironhide’s combat sims today, sighing with a smidge of annoyance.

What had happened to him?

Sunstreaker hadn’t been this hungover in a long time, and Primus was he regretting it; Slag, it felt like he had been taking shots of Sideswipe’s 80% distilled high-grade.

A aggravated rumble stutters out from his engine, and Sunstreaker turns over in his berth fully intending to get back to sleep.

Or, at least, he tried to turn over, but a little problem decided to make itself known- or more accurately, a now much bigger problem became apparent as he attempts to roll over onto his belly.

A gasp leaves his derma, and Sunstreaker jolts up and stares disbelievingly down at his usually lithe form… only to find his gut plating removed and his protoform was practically bursting out from between the spaces of his armor.

When had he gotten this fat-?

The frontliner pinches at his now flabby and soft belly, running his digits over the slightly swollen pudge in confusion and horror.

Sunstreaker is a vain mech. Everyone knows that. He takes pride in his appearance and he constantly monitors his fuel intake and plating polish to ensure he looks flawless 24/7.

Sunstreaker thinks back; The last time he had looked like this he had- had… oh. Oh no.

He drags a servo over his face plating, feeling his cheeks flush and familiar tingle and clench from his array. The last time he had gotten this fat was when he caved to his urges and sent a mech down to his tank to digest.

Frag.

He hauls himself off the berth and makes a beeline to the twins' private washrack where Sunstreaker keeps a full-size mirror. He has to resist the urge to address the ping from his array to undo his interface covers at the sight of his newly padded-out frame.

Sunstreaker starts to rub his hand over his stomach and hips, wondering and pinching at the soft mesh, and the subtle jiggle it has. He feels his venting start to become a bit heavier, his hands wandering over his body more.

Sunstreaker is jolted from his lust-addled haze when his cooling fans click on, realizing he should probably figure out who he had eaten and how fragged Ratchet was going to be over having to reform them…

The yellow mech lets out a grumble, vividly imagining the dents he would have to fix on his helm after telling Ratchet. Come to think of it, he probably shouldn’t go see the irate medic while he was feeling this revved up… what harm was there in indulging himself a little right now?

With his processor set, Sunstreaker retreats back to his berth after locking the hab suite door and putting up a block on the twin bond. Nothings as big of a turn off then realizing Sideswipe could feel what was happening.

Fishing under his berth, he slides out a rather sizable bin full of interface toys- zoning in on a massive false spike that had a rather lovely knot. Grabbing it, Sunstreaker settles on the berth, spreading his now chubby thighs apart and finally- finally allowing his interface panels to open.

They retracted in record time, his spike hardened and dribbling pre-fluid while his poor valve was clenching on the air and lubricating already. With a soft groan, Sunstreaker's servos flit down to his array, getting one of his digits slick in the copious amounts of fluid to start rubbing soft circles into his anterior node, with the other servo beginning to stroke and tease his spike tip.

As he plays with himself, his thumb works his anterior node and two digits snake to scissor his valve open, and Sunstreaker can’t find the patience to work himself up to ease the toy in.

With a most definitely not winded noise, he heaves himself into a squatting position above the spike and impales his poor valve over it with a loud grunt. The lewd noise of natural lubricant squelches as he thrusts his hips down, whimpering a bit as the large length stretches his lips wide open over the sizable length.

Sunstreakers mind, however, is desperately thinking back to the drunken haze of last night; imagining the feeling of the mech squirming in his mouth, the taste of them on his glossa as he lightly gnaws on their plating with his canines… he moans softly remembering the way they struggled down his throat and the way it bulged obscenely as he forced their large frame down.

With a sudden groan, he feels himself slip down the false spike's length and reach the apex of its knot, keening as he tries to pop it inside himself. One servo is rubbing along his pudge while the other fervently pumps his spike as his valve is stuffed to the brim- he almost feels as if he’s about to split in half from the knot.

Sunstreaker can vividly remember the feeling of the mech finally squeezing into his tight tank, the sound of them sloshing in with all the high-grade he had consumed intensely satisfying…

Oh, and the sensations…

His gut stretched tight around them as he struggled to stand upright under the weight. He could recall rubbing at his strained belly and hiccuping profusely, too full and drunk to think straight as he had waddled through the Arks halls and back to his hab suite.

He remebered the way they squirmed as he collapsed on his bed, engine purring as he drunkenly cooed sweet nothings to his prey… He could remember they were moaning as he started digesting them, and Sunstreaker had been grinding himself against the berth- he had overloaded hard, easily 3 or 4 times until he had collapsed from exhaustion to digest his meal.

A throaty porn star moan rips from Sunstreakers vocals again, his plating shivering and clanking as he approached his peak.

Overload courses through Sunstreaker's frame, electricity crackling along his plating as his valve ripples and his spike spews pent-up transfluid over his chassis that would make even the lewdest buy-mechs jealous.

In a moment it’s over, and he’s falling back against his berth, cooling fans whining and straining to keep up with the heat flooding his systems.

He's is a panting mess as he sits in a pool of his own transfluid, too content in his afterglow to want to get up and clean himself, shockingly. Instinctively, his hand goes back to the pudge on his middle, squeezing and prodding at it as his engine idles happily.

There's a sudden banging at the door and Sunstreaker bites back a snarl as his interface panels snap shut quickly; Of course, Sideswipe had to ruin his afterglow.

The pitspawn himself was whining at the door, saying something about recharging-?

Begrudgingly the yellow twin eases their bond back open to be hit with an irritating mess of Sideswipe’s tantrum at being locked out.

Primus, he was such a glitch sometimes.

“Sunstreaker, lemme in it’s been fifty thousand vorns- could you quit grinding your panel like a fraggin playbot for a click and open the door?”

Oh and now he’s pissy. And a pissy Sideswipe meant a fragged off Sunstreaker.

The yellow mech gets up, wipes himself and the berth clean of any transfluid to go open the door and- frag.

His middle plating wasn’t on and there was the not so tiny issue of fitting into it...

“Sunstreaker hurry up you slagger!”

Sideswipe bellows from outside the door, giving it another bout of pounding.

Sunstreaker snarls back a retort as he was fighting to fit into his armor.

Sunstreaker finally manages to stuff himself into his armor plating, his gut getting squished slightly within the tight confines. The fit is uncomfortable but better than having his hefty paunch out for everyone to see. There was no way he was going to be able to work all this fat off anytime soon... he could feel it squeezing out from between the gaps in his armor for primus sake.

He opens the hab suite door to be met with Sideswipe.

Sideswipe's engine snarls in irritation when he sees Sunstreaker, getting ready to chew his twin out. The red twin has to do a double take though, eyeing Sunstreaker up and down. He looks him over once more, taking in how chubby his twin appears.

“... Why in Primus’s name are you so fat-?“

There's a heavy (heh) silence, and Sideswipe's face breaks into a slag-eating grin. He knows Sunstreaker far too well.

Sideswipe casually leans against the doorframe while waving a hand at Sunstreakers gut. He knows exactly what happened to his brother last night.

"-Soooo, this whole situation wouldn't happen to have anything to do with you talking Cosmos up last night now, would it..?"

Sunstreaker processer stalls as he takes a second to think about what Sideswipe was implying. If he had digested Cosmos... Ratchet was going to murder him for having to reform Cosmos.

Sunstreaker just stares at Sideswipe, realization slowly turning to horror.

“Ratchet is going to kill me..."