#he got orion back and he's never letting him go

[avastazyana]

Transformers Prime S1E26: One Shall Rise, Part 3 ↬ The reunion of Megatron and Orion Pax

[i-starcreamed]

Hi!, can I get some headcanons of transformers one character being jealous and the reader teases them.

D-16, Orion, Sentinel, Badassatron, and elita.

TF-ONE X READER

I tried to make this silly I'm feeling silly...enjoy

Post includes all of above :3

D-16

Tries to act unaffected by it, but doesn’t make a huge deal

Usually

He’s usually nice about it

Let’s say a bot is being really friendly with you, they’re making you laugh and everything. D sees from the distance, then comes up to you. Placing a servo against the small of your back-frame. “Heyy what’s so funny? I want to hear too :)”

He’s forcing a smile so bad.

He’s harmless, man, he trusts you completely

If another bot is for real flirting with you though, he's going to be so passive-aggressive

It’s more like he wants ur attention lol

If you teased him about it he’s going to deny it so hard

"What? No, no no.. I’m not jealous..pfft"

If you’re extra sweet maybe he’ll admit it

NOO y/n.. I’m funnier than them anyway.. I’m cooler too..

Orion

Don’t get jealous often either

He trusts you, he’s trustful of most bots

He gets jealous when you don't give him enough attention too

You’ll be talking to someone and he’ll just be in the background like,

“I’m..Y/N? Hey I..y/n? Uhm..I'm..right here..”

He’s so awkward, he doesn’t want to be rude to either of you but he’s lonely!!

If you tease him about looking sad when you’re not looking at him all the time, he’ll softly scoff.

"Well...yeah. They were flirting with you.."

sad puppy eyes

"Orion..they were asking me about Sentinels speech yesterday.."

"Oh...sorry."

eughhh

Sentinel

Oh boy

It’s a mix of irritation and jealousy

Why are you looking at someone else! When you can be looking at him!

He might be an attention seeker. He’ll just say things to catch your attention.

“Hey sweetspark, come look at my new paint job!” He calls you over as you're busy talking to someone else, he looks exactly the same btw

If you teased him I feel like he’ll take it way too seriously

“Jealous? What is there to be jealous of?? I’m literally Sentinel??”

But then his insecurity starts

“Wait…do you like talking to them more?”

evil sad puppy eyes

He'll only be content if you feed him compliments. Also erm..never talk to that bot again

#toxic

If he can’t demote the bot he was jealous of, he’ll try to one-up them, otherwise they are FIRED

After he gets over it he’ll be extra affectionate. You also get affectionate when you tease him so maybe it’s not so bad after all

insert makeout session

B-127

Badassatron

He’s definitely a bit attention and touch-starved after being stuck in low levels for who knows how many years

It’s only logical that he’s glued to your side for the rest of your life

If he’s jealous it’s very obvious. He tries to do something to get your attention or awkwardly stands there

Hey y/n look at this! - Does a backflip and falls

Tease him about it and he gets flustered

"Whattt? No, I’m not jealous!" He lets out a cocky laugh

“Ok maybe a little..”

Kiss his faceplate all over and he’s yours

He's definitely the least harmful

If he's jealous about a bot he particularly dislikes or they're flirting with you out and about, he might be more passive-aggressive about it

"Hey don't mean to intrude or anything, but uh, I'm kinda busy with my PARTNER. And by PARTNER I mean we're together. Yeah, uh huh! So, if you don't mind, my PARTNER and I are going to ignore you now. Since we're y'know..busy being together."

Elita

She’s smug about her jealousy, but only you could tell

“No, I’m not jealous. What makes you think that?”

Meanwhile, she’s giving the nastiest glare to the other bot.

“You really need to stop bringing their hopes up. Did you hear the way they were flirting with you?”

“Elita...they were just thanking me."

“Don’t even look at them actually"

If you tease her, she either denies it or is very proud

Like yeah she got a little jealous, she has such an amazing partner and anyone in their right mind would see that too.

Or no..she's definitely not jealous. She's just speaking her mind

[peachesofteal]

Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley/female reader

"Simon?"

Your voice wavers, rich with uncertainty, and he's around the corner into the kitchen before you can blink. "What is it?"

"I... do we still have the large blue mixing bowls?" Orion is between your legs, arms curled around each knee. He's been doing this since you got home, positioning himself so he's almost always touching you, a tether desperate to remain unbroken.

His nightmares are back, too. And yours are worse. Only Nix sleeps soundly, Simon hardly sleeps at all.

"I wanted to make muffins." He finds them in the top cabinet, and then shifts his attention to his boy who clings to you.

"Want to go outside for a bit Ry? Let mama make you some muffins for later?" Orion shakes his head, fingers tightening on your sweatpants. You give Simon a pained expression, and he crouches to be eye level with his son, knees cracking. "She'll be right here when you're done, little man, and I'm here, remember? We have to share." Share. It's the only concept he's managed to come up with that makes sense after Orion tearfully confessed he has to be able to see his mum in order to 'save' her.

So now they share the responsibility. Two men of the house. Two of Mama's protectors.

Simon doesn't know what else to do. He put him in therapy months ago, but his son is slow to trust now, fear and danger lurking around every corner in his mind.

"I'll push you on the swing. Want to get your jacket?" You pet his head soothingly.

"It's okay Ry. Go play for a little bit and when you're done you can have a muffin, how's that sound?" He shrugs, but finally unglues himself and toddles to the door to get his coat on.

Simon takes the opportunity to pull you into his chest. "She's due to get up soon," he murmurs, tracing your spine, "just yell and I'll-"

"I can- I'll get her."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah... I want to." You've been locked in a delicate dance with the baby. A slow, unsteady, hesitant dance. Sometimes, you hold her, you rock her, you change her. Sometimes, she's crying in her crib, and you're standing in the doorway of her room, frozen, eyes wide and wet. He catches you studying your body in the mirror when you think he's not looking, hand pressed to your belly, thumb stroking your scar.

"I can come back in." He presses a slow kiss to your forehead.

"It's okay. If I need you, I'll let you know."

You're tired by the time evening rolls around, and once the kids are down, he settles you beneath the covers beside him, enjoying the heat of your body, the way you fit to him. It doesn't take much to exhaust you, but the doctors assure it's normal, you're recovering well, you'll be okay.

It's a funny thing, to be told you'll be well, that you'll recover. He remembers it, how the words were so confusing when a war was raging in his mind, when he was being torn to pieces over and over again every time he closed his eyes.

"Do you think she knows who I am?" He does. The hospital encouraged as much skin to skin as possible, going as far as letting Nix live in your room for weeks just so she could sleep on your chest, and it soothed her like nothing else.

Those things don't matter. What matters is the reality of the situation, your losses. The loss of her first cry, her breath on this earth. The loss of watching her roll over for the first time, her first smile, her first giggle. All of these moments have been stolen from you, and there's no way to give them back, no matter how hard he tries.

"Yeah, mama. I think she knows." You lapse into silence, breaths slowing, limbs relaxing, and he thinks you might be asleep when you whisper into his skin.

"Does it ever go away?"

"No." He croaks. He can't lie, not to you. "No, it doesn't, but it does change. Eventually, it's not a wound, it's a layer. The pain becomes something else, but it never goes away." You sniffle, but don't respond.

It's the last thing he says to you before you fall asleep.

He wakes instinctively to an empty bed. Cold sweat immediately breaks out across his skin, stomach churning in a storm of panic.

Lightning rarely strikes twice, but that doesn't mean it couldn't. 

But before he can fully start calculating and preparing a plan, he hears your voice down the hall.

You're in Nix's room, in the rocking chair, baby tucked against your chest, cradled in your arms. You rub her back, twirl her hair, kiss her cheek, all while cooing into her ear, and when you catch his eye, he sees a well of emotion, love, longing, sadness. Grief. So much grief.

"Y'alright?" He whispers from the edge of the room, and you nod. It feels like a moment he shouldn't intrude on, a sacred, special thing not meant for him.

And that's good. 

"I'm okay." You reassure him, trying to imbue your words with strength. It's enough for him.

He takes one last look at his girls before he closes door.

And then he smiles.

[theostrophywife]

written in the stars.

pairing: theodore nott x reader. song inspiration: until i found you by stephen sanchez feat. em beihold. author's note: boyfriend theo is the best theo. if you're wondering, then yes writing this hurt me as much as it hurts reading it but like in the best way possible.

Theodore Nott has always had an affinity for the stars. 

When he was younger, Theo's mother used to take him to the rooftop of Nott Manor and point out the constellations to him. The stars told stories, his mum had said. Theo listened with rapt attention as she recounted the tales of Aquila, Heracles, and Orion as they glittered against the backdrop of the English countryside.

The two of them would make an entire evening out of it. Laying on his back atop a nest of blankets and pillows, little Theo watched as the stars climbed higher and higher, filling the horizon with hope and light. Stargazing had been their special secret. The one thing that wasn’t tainted by his abusive father. Theo guarded the memory of those nights in his heart like a priceless treasure.

After his mother’s passing, Theo continued their tradition of stargazing. Even if she was no longer alive, all he had to do was look up at the sky to feel her with him. For that reason, the stars were special to him and he’d never shared its meaning with anyone. 

Until tonight. 

“Watch your step, cara mia.” Theo said as he guided you by the small of your back. 

The dark cloth covering your eyes prohibited you from seeing, but you trusted your boyfriend to keep you from falling. Though you weren’t a fan of surprises, Theo was impossible to resist. All he had to do was flash those pretty watercolor eyes at you and you were an absolute goner. 

For you, Theo had always been the exception. 

He guided you up a staircase, keeping a firm grip on your waist as the two of you ascended. Wherever you were going, it was pretty high up. You smiled as Theo took hold of your waist, knowing that you weren't the biggest fan of heights. Sometimes it felt like he knew you better than you knew yourself. When you reached the top, Theo unfastened his tie from behind your head. 

“You can open your eyes now, sweetheart.” 

You blinked, letting your eyes adjust to the dark. The wind whistled through the stone arches of the Astronomy Tower, framing the starkissed night with its marble pillars. The soft glow of the moon illuminated the nest of blankets and pillows arranged in the middle of the wooden floor. 

“Did you do all of this for me, babe?” 

Theo smiled. “I thought you might like to go stargazing with me,” he said, his voice soft. “Do you like it, my love?” 

“I love it, Teddy.” You beamed, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his nose. “But not nearly as much as I love you.” 

Theo grinned before pulling you in for a proper kiss. His lips were soft against yours and he tasted like peppermint. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as your knees buckled slightly. Theo never failed to make you feel like a lovestruck school girl. It never stopped feeling like this despite how many times you kissed this boy.

As if reading your thoughts, Theo smiled against your lips. “Come on, Y/N. I want to show you my favorite constellations.” 

The two of you laid down beneath the stars, making yourself comfortable amidst the blankets and pillows. Wordlessly, Theo pulled you into his arms and you nestled into the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of sea salt spray and sun kissed skin. 

“Tell me the story of the stars, Teddy.” 

He smiled, brushing your hair back. “That one right there is Ursa Major. Otherwise known as the Big Dipper, but if you look at the entire constellation, it actually forms a bear.” 

“I remember learning about that when I was little,” you said, gazing up at the sky. “Didn’t it have something to do with Zeus?”

Theo nodded. “In Greek mythology, the Olympian God Zeus fell in love with Callisto and got her pregnant. After she gave birth to the child, Hera was so mad she turned Callisto into a bear.” 

“That hardly seems fair,” you responded with a frown. 

“Zeus was a bit of a wanker,” Theo said in agreement. “Hera was even worse. She cursed Callisto to wander the forest for years in bear form until she was hunted by her own son Arcas. Just as he raised his spear to strike her down, Zeus stepped in and sent them up to the heavens. Callisto as Ursa Major and Arcas as Bootes.” 

“The Greek gods were truly a piece of work,” you replied. “But at least we got those constellations out of them."

You squinted, pointing at the cluster of stars hovering in the east. “What’s that one?” 

“That’s the constellation of Leo,” explained Theo. “Named after the Nemean lion that Heracles defeated during the first of his twelve labours.” 

“Didn’t he make a cloak out of the lion’s pelt?” 

“Smart girl,” Theo said proudly. “The cloak made Heracles invincible and more fearsome than he already was. The Nemean lion’s heart is made up of the star Regulus, which is associated with the arrival of spring.” 

“The Little King. I read that it burns hotter than the sun.” 

Theo couldn’t help but smile. Before he met you, he never thought he’d find someone to share such a special and intimate thing with. He was worried that no one else would understand his love for the stars, but as he watched you peer curiously up at the sky, your nose scrunched in careful concentration, Theo felt all of his doubts fade away. 

“Regulus is unique because it can be seen in both the Northern and Southern hemispheres.” 

The blue star glittered brightly above your heads, as if it was showing off for the occasion. “It’s beautiful,” you breathed. 

Theo stared at you, at the childlike wonder shimmering in your eyes, and he felt like the breath had been knocked out of his lungs. The gravity of what he felt for you hit him all at once. 

“Yeah,” Theo said softly, still looking at you. “Beautiful.” 

You grinned, intertwining your fingers and kissing his knuckles. “How do you know so much about the stars, Teddy?” 

“My mum taught me.” Theo answered, drawing circles on your hip. “When I was little, she used to take me to the rooftop of the manor and tell me the story behind each star. She was fascinated by them. Before she met my father, she wanted to teach astronomy at the Stati Magia.”

“The Italian School of Witchcraft?” 

Theo nodded. “My mother attended the Stati Magia, just like her mother and her mother before her. A tradition that I unintentionally broke, as nonna Lucia loves to remind me. Sometimes I think the old bat wishes that I was born a strega instead.” 

You giggled. “You would’ve been a very pretty witch.” Theo chuckled as you propped your head up in one hand. “Did your mum end up becoming a professor?”

“No,” Theo said sadly. “After I was born, my father said that her place was at the manor. He refused to move to Florence, even though he knew it was my mother’s dream.” 

You stroked his hair, nodding emphatically. Theo rarely talked about his mother. You knew that her passing was a painful subject for him, so you never pushed him to talk about it unless he wanted to.

“That’s awful. I’m so sorry, my love,” you said. “But at least she was able to pass down her love of the stars to you. In a way, she lived her dream by teaching you.” 

A soft smile tugged at your boyfriend’s lips. “I suppose she did.” 

You laid back down, but this time you cradled Theo against you. He rested his head against your chest, listening to the calming sound of your heartbeat. Talking about his mother will always be hard, but you helped ease the pain. 

“What about those stars?” You asked, pointing to the north. “What did your mother tell you about them?” 

“Perseus and Andromeda,” Theo answered. “Those are actually her favorites.”

“The chained maiden.” 

Theo stirred, inclining his gaze to the horizon. “Andromeda was the Princess of Aethiopia, the daughter of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia. She was said to be very beautiful. Her mother bragged that Andromeda was fairer than the Nereids, which angered Poseidon. As punishment, the Sea God sent the creature Cetus to ravage that coast of their kingdom.” 

You nodded, recalling the story. “King Cepheus chained her to a rock and offered her as a sacrifice to appease the sea monster.” 

“Luckily for Andromeda, the hero Perseus found her before Cetus could attack again. Perseus fell in love with Andromeda and defeated the monster so he could free the princess. They ended up marrying and became king and queen of Mycenae. When they died, the goddess Athena placed them side by side in the heavens so that they would never be parted, not even by death.” 

“A love written in the stars,” you said with awe and wonder. “I can see why it’s your mother’s favorite.”

“When I was a boy, she told me that she hoped I’d experience a love like theirs, minus the sea monster of course.” You chuckled. Theo knit his brows together like he did when he was deep in thought. When he spoke again, his voice was barely audible. “It’s sad to think that she never found her Perseus.” 

You brushed his hair back, running your fingers through his curls gently. “She might not have found her Perseus, but she did have her Theo.”

Theo turned over and looked at you. The intensity in his gaze made you shiver. He was so ingrained in your heart that it felt inaccurate to continue calling it yours.

“After she died, I never thought I’d share her stories with anyone again, but I’m glad I shared them with you.” 

“Thank you for trusting me, Theo.” You said as you placed a kiss on his temple. “It means the world to me that you not only shared your mother’s stories, but her memory as well. I would’ve loved to meet her.”

The tender smile on Theo’s face was heartbreaking. Then softly, he whispered. “She would’ve loved you, Y/N.”

Your heart cracked open, his words spilling like sunlight over every crevice, warming you from the inside out.

Tears formed at the corners of your eyes, but you forced yourself to give Theo a watery smile. “Because I’m a nerd who memorized obscure mythological facts?”

Your boyfriend smiled. “No,” he said gently, caressing your cheek. “Because you made her wish come true. You are my love written in the stars, cara mia.” 

The moonlight kissed Theo’s tan skin, the silver beams caressing his face like a lover as if the moon and the stars craved to commit his beauty to memory as badly as you did. Gods, he was breathtaking. 

This was the Teddy you knew and loved. Your Teddy.

Those watercolor eyes shimmered with emotion. “Sometimes I think the gods made you just for me, like our souls are linked in a way that neither logic nor magic can explain. Whatever it is, I think I’ve loved you since before the heavens and the earth existed and I’m fairly certain that I’d still love you even after the last star falls out of the sky.”

“You’re the love of my life, Theodore Nott.” Tears streamed down your cheeks as this boy—this beautiful boy ensnared your mind, body, and soul. “I’d find you in any universe and in any galaxy. Maybe someday we’ll be immortalized in the stars too.” 

Theo held your face in his hands. His expression was open and vulnerable, like he wasn’t afraid to lay himself bare before you. As if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

“We’re two halves of a whole,” Theo said. “I loved you yesterday. I love you today and I’ll love you tomorrow. You’re it for me, Y/N. You and no one else.” 

“You and no one else, Teddy.” 

Under the constellations of the star crossed lovers, Theo kissed you so gently that it made your heart ache. As Andromeda and Perseus kept watch over the horizon, Theodore Nott knew one thing for certain.

Someday the stars would tell your story too.

[vhaos-chaotic-writing]

D-16 (TFO) x Cybertronian!Reader

The prettiest bot I've ever seen in my whole life ( do not tell Starscream I said that ♪(´▽｀) ) - I kid you not, not a single Megatron has ever moved my heart as Transformers: One did. D-16 got me giggling, crying and screaming at the same time. Gender Neutral Cybertronian Reader!

WARNING: Spoilers from the movie (Transformers One 2024). First love to Angst.

I have two scenarios on mind: 1) You are another miner that works alongside Orion Pax, D-16 and the others. Or 2) You work on something else, You and D-16 getting to catch each other on daily basis from time to time, but never interact.

1st scenario gives me the vibes that you two get to always chat and work together, watching Orion drag D-16 to his little disastrous adventures and D-16 smiling at you awkwardly whenever that happens.

But you don't mind (you get worried sometimes, of course), always giving D-16 a soft smile or a lively chuckle as you go back to work.

And you don't get to see how Orion teases his best friend at how he is smiling like a dumb. D-16 tries to deny it... to then gush to his best friend about you. "Did you see how they smiled at me? They're so... (sigh) perfect."

2nd scenario would be a slow burn type situation - both of you always wondering about... well, everything!

And the first interaction both of you had was when, by pure coincidence, found each other in the middle of a busy day, among many walking by bots.

"Hello, m-my designation is-" / "Hi, I'm so happy to..." both of you start at the same time, fell silent and then laugh together at each other's interruption.

You get to see how D-16 and Orion end at the race, celebrating their ups and worry at their downs, even more at how D-16 got hurt nearly at the end of the race.

After that... it was like he vanished. And while you prayed to Primus for him to be safe and sound, he would be thinking about you from time to time the whole journey.

As you would keep going with your job (growing tired and tired for the sudden high demand of shifts at the mines or feel like something bad was about to happen) - D-16 would slowly spiral between rage, confusion, realizations and the worst thing - to find out about the whole true and how not only him and his friends were stolen from their freedom and right to transform... but you were also a victim. Just like them. Just like all of them.

With the 1st scenario... It brings you joy to see Orion back at the mines, now changed and looking like a true transformer. And your spark breaks at finding out about the true - but the words of the new changed Orion brings you hope.

But you can´t shake this concerned feeling inside of your spark. Where is D-16?

With the 2nd scenario... you are a sea of feelings, confusion and fear, not knowing why there was suddenly so much chaos and - wait, is that... Dee? But... he looks so different! Like Orion, but there is something else that makes your spark tremble.

And hell - you cover your mouth with your servos at the sight of Orion being shot, at watching how D-16 tries to save him but then decide to let him fall. You watch how Elita nearly jumps after Orion's body and Bee stop her.

The worst part? After witnessing Sentinel's brutal murder, Dee- no, Megatron's speech and how he takes Megatronus t-cog and change even more... you feel your spark break even more the moment your optics and his find each other.

Bright yellow optics found (color) optics in the middle of a busy day... and there was nothing but new found feelings. But now... aggressive red optics find (color) optics... and while the red optics try to remain strong, they can't help but soften at the sight of how your (color) optics hold fear. As if you were watching the optics of an unknown bot.

How badly he wanted to go after you and hold you - to tell you he finally avenged you just like he did for himself and everyone else...

We all know how it goes - Orion comes back now as Optimus Prime and defeats Megatron.

And before Megatron leaves Iacon - he looks after you. And your optics meet for the last time.

And you swear you got to see the same D-16 you met the very first time in your whole life.

And Megatron knows he has changed, from the top of his helm to the last atom of his pedes. But something never changed in him.

His love for you.

"... The only thing I'll ever regret was never tell them how I felt."

Well damn I hurt myself with this I guess o(TヘTo) Vhaos out!

[solar4seekstron]

Conjunx

TFOne!D-16/Megatron x Cybertronian!Reader One Shot:

Here’s another One Shot with my bbg D-16. This one just cam e into mind so of course i got to writing. I’m pretty proud of this story and I enjoyed writing for only D. I hope you all enjoy!

Content: SFW, sad ending

TW/Tags: Fluff/Wholesomeness at beginning, D is precious and silly, angst after cut after wholesome romance, Implied abuse (mild), kidnapping, toxic relationship at end. Might make part 2? We’ll see what my brain throws at me at 2 am lol

Introduction Movie Oneshot Masterlist

You and D only really hanged out when Orion was around. Not because D was embarrassed but because Orion was usually busy doing something else. You were seen as a quiet bot and also cool by D. You always stood up to the superiors knowing you weren’t out of line. And despite being a few inches smaller then D. You were strong! D won’t admit it but he was defiantly attracted to you.

One day when getting off the train, Orion did something stupid again. Elita dragged him away to do a late mining shift as punishment. Later D was alone and worked on punching the punching bag in the mining quarters. The others left him be, knowing his temper without Orion. He was so focused he didn’t notice you came up behind him. Knowing he might try to punch you if you startled him. You descide to pick him up by the waist strartling him “Hey you glitchin bot! Put me dow- Oh its you.” You put him down. He looked at you no longer startled.

”Sorry D didn’t want you to punch me if I didn’t pick you up.” You chuckled.

”You know you could’ve handled my punches right?”

”Yes but I would’ve had to punch you back.”

”…..Good point.” He pointed his digit to you.

”You mind if we talk?” D almost froze as his smile shows to have strained a bit as he looked at you. “It’s nothing bad.” You chuckled. “Come on lets go where we can see the Iacon 5000 sign.”

“O-ok.” You two walked and once up there you finally spoke.

”So D I’ve been thinking. We’ve been good friends for a good while and was hoping. Since after all this time-“ You continue to speak as his head only started to overthink.

Was so lost in thought of you possibly leaving him that he barely heard you. He then heard you say Conjunx out of the blurr of what you’re saying. But that word brought him out of his thoughts “What you say?”

”D-16 will you be my Conjunx?” You were on one knee. (Thought it be cute shud up) D was dumbfounded until he realized and his face no longer showed a blank expression but had a cute little grin appear on his face. He then shakes a little. Little sounds of metal being heard. You reached a cervo toawrds him once you stood, a bit worried “Uhhh D??”

Then out of no where he hugged you and started spinning, you around as he shouted in cheer and joy. You were now dumbfounded and put your cervos on his shoulders gently patting. “So…..that’s a yes?” He then holds you up with his hands holding your waist.

”YES!!!!” I have been waiting for so lo-“ He looked at you once he stopped. He can tell you were trying to hold in a laugh. “Uhh”

”Guess tonight will be a night to never forget.” You both chuckled and embrace each other. Both of your foreheads touching as you two closed your eyes.

D then lets out a soft sigh as he gently lowers you. You standing once more. Your arms around his neck and his around your waist. Your foreheads still touching as you two stared into each other’s eyes.

”I love you Y/N”

”I love you D. Mine. Always and Forever.”

You both leaned closer together and as your lips both finally touch. The sparks in your chests soon glow. Shinning around you as you two stay in the moment together with the sign of Iacon 5000 behind you both in the dark city.

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(Last chance guys skip this part if you don’t wanna feel pain)

Megatron sat in his throne as he thought about that night. It is truly the night to remember. After everything. He lost his best friend, his home, and after realizing he has been lied to for all his life up to now. He just couldn’t lose you. The high guard was third to him. His new cause is his new goal but you. YOU are the one thing that truly belongs to him.

As he sat there, his head resting on his fist as he watched the high guards having a meeting. He listened, only glancing down to see you every so often as you rest your head and one of your cervos against his chassis.

Your optics closed as you sat on his lap. You had a cog and a decepticon logo on your chassis. His arm around behind your back and cervo resting on your thigh. Your other cervo that wasn’t on his chest resting on top of his on your thigh. You had a few dents. Proof from when he forced you to come with him when sneaking into the city and take you with him. After some time he had to discipline you to behave. Same thing when he forced you to stay still as the Decepticon logo was put on you. You are His Conjunx. You should really learn to trust him. He even threatened to hurt you more if you chose to break the bond from that very night. Ever since then you’ve been tired and miserable. You always felt his feelings through the bond. But you can still feel that love he has for you. Only it’s much darker now.

You listened to his spark beat as you two stayed silent. Starscream and Shockwave started to argue as Soundwave sat there with a data pad. You’d slowly open your optics. You had a little rust under your eyes. Not very visible if far enough.

You cried. You cry every night after Megatron goes to recharge. The meeting eventually ends and Megatron dismisses everyone. Once everyone was gone he looked down at you. Finally lifting his head so he’s more straight sitting up. Moving his cervo to now hold your chin. Making you look at him as his now red optics narrowed and stared down at you. “Hungry sweetspark?” His voice was darker and rough. It still makes you flinch when he speaks to you.

You didn’t answer. You only shook your head as your optics remained dim. He leaned his head lower a bit. His face only inches from yours. “Almost Obedient…hm…”

You two remain silent for a moment.

“Mine. Always and Forever.”

He closes the distance. His lips connecting with yours once more after so long. His lips now cold as he closed his optics. You closed yours a second after.

But you didn’t return the kiss. His cervo moving from your thigh to the back of your head. Pushing your head a bit closer. Your kiss is no longer the same. His kiss. Is no longer the same. Megatron wasn’t Your D-16.

So….. y’all like 😗? If you wish for a part two please let me know.

[jweekgoji]

Can you do another part of yandere D-16, please 😭 I love the stories so much! Make us pleasure him so bad until he's wimpering, then tons of aftercare! And make us love him, not just a one-night stand 😭

Yandere!D-16/Reader

tw: some minot changes in canon, slight yandere themes, valve fingering (MDNI), gn!reader, D-16 has a valve, sub!D-16, soft dom!reader, power dynamic cogged!reader/cogless!d-16. word count: ~1650 a/n: this can be considered as a second part to this. but I think (??) it also can be related to this. probably somewhere between the other two I wrote before. there are a few similar requests about d-16, but I want to do all of them differently as much as my creativity lets me. tagging since I was asked: @that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main

The day D-16 met you felt like experiencing one of those vivid dreams he constantly had. His whole body was in pain; the loud ringing in the processor made his optics see the tiny stars circling around him in the air. Thank you, Pax, this is exactly how he wanted to spend his day! And totally not to ogle your sleek, shiny alt mode from his seat..!

Oh no, oh, Primus. You probably saw it all too, aren't you?

D-16 groaned in pain as he tried to sit up. He leaned his frame against the wall, holding onto the dented shoulder. Orion left him waiting here, all alone, as the blue-and-red mech tried to endlessly explain the situation they were in. The optimism this guy sometimes had...he can only pray in his mind that somehow you hadn't seen him failing on the race.

Maybe you had never noticed him, just passed through without paying attention. Yeah, this is more like true. After all, he's so  gray in every sense of the word; among all the other miner bots, how is he any different? Too small in this world to be noticed.

The day was a disaster of any means. The cold looks he received from other racers as he waited for the repair, that awkward meeting with Sentinel, and of course, Darkwing just had to be there too. The moment Orion and him leave this area and go back to mines, there's no escape from their supervisor. How much more lucky does he get today again?

D-16 was nervous to the core of his spark. The thoughts of “Why did I even follow him...especially on the day when Sentinel Prime arrived?” or “I hope they don't know it was me” flooding his mind.

Another worst thing was, you hadn't even won the race! Chromia got before you just in mere seconds, and the possibility of him, being the reason behind this fail only made D-16 sigh in disappointment. 

“You and your friend put on quite a show today,” your voice suddenly came from beside him.

D-16 almost jumped up from his seat at the sight of you, and for a moment, his spark stopped beating. He barely had time to process what you told him before suddenly, the little miner rises to his feet and looks up at you with those big optics.

You saw that his mouth was open, but not a single word came out from his mouth. The poor thing was so scared, he had so many thoughts running through his head, but he couldn't pick a single one to voice it to you. You could only calm him down slightly by holding your hands in the air, trying to show that you didn't mean any malice.

“I'm sorry, I probably ruined your chance of winning this race,” his optics ran his eyes around as if he was trying to find the right words to say to you. “I'm a big fan, and I would never want-”

“I was going to say that you two actually made this race a little more interesting than usual,” you interrupted him. “Racing against the same bots isn't as interesting as it used to be. I admire that.”

You admire him. D-16 falls silent again, but even though he's stopped saying anything then, his optics perfectly captured all the thoughts in his processor. Love.

He never thought he'd ever meet a bot in a higher position than him who would treat him with a speck of kindness. That brief moment when the Sentinel shook his hand was the first such occasion. His idol, standing right next to him, shook his hand. Somebody pinch him harder!

Then there was you. Someone who had always held a special place in his spark. So small, incredibly fragile in your hands, but every time D-16 is near you, it beats so hard, as if your mere presence is enough to give him more strength.

He doesn't know what you see in him. He's an ordinary and insignificant miner, there are hundreds if not thousands like him. Even Primus didn't give him any bright colors.

He never had a chance to think about standards of beauty, certainly there was barely enough time to rest after hours of non-stop work. There were one time he could hear the conversation between the supervisors as they discussed the celebrities of Iacon. Blurr, Windblade, Rosanna, they all just glowed in relation to the dull, battered frames of his coworkers, definitely not the ideal of beauty that exists on Cybertron.

And yet, here you are, right next to him, and your hands are holding him so gently, so close to your chassis. He moans softly as you move your fingers inside him. Only two, no more, no matter how often he begged and whimpered for you to add another, you always denied him.

“Just relax and feel every touch from me,” you kiss the corner of his mouth softly.

Right. Calm down, D. You're already giving him too much time, begging you for more would be wrong, he doesn't want to seem pushy to you. If this continues, you'll just get disappointed in him and walk away.

“Mgggh...!” D-16 instinctively arched his back. A loud, needy moan once again escapes his lips.

Sometimes he feels like, aside from your obvious charm, you can definitely read his mind, and your every slightest movement is calculated to make him forget his rank.

He's so wet, the lube coating your fingers and already managing to slowly flow down his inner thighs. For a second, you think about just flipping him over on his back and burying your head between his legs, making him scream and beg to give him a break from the endless round of overloads you're giving him.

But no, that would be too much for the first time, wouldn't it? You don't want to scare the poor, little miner away with your twisted thoughts. Not now, anyway.

In the time it takes you to give yourself to daydream, D-16 only gets more impatient. Moving his hips, he practically fucks himself with your fingers. His head is thrown back, and the servos cling tightly to your shoulders, squeezing gently, each time he lowers his own body down.

He feels so full, but that small, carnal desire for more can't help but pollute his mind. More, more, please give him more. Perhaps because of a sliver of fear that you're about to leave again, he'll be left alone and with nothing, and all he'll have are memories. He wants to get as much as he can while there's still a chance.

“Careful, or you'll hurt yourself,” you gently lay your other servo on his waist.

Tiny. You can't help but want to run your finger over every little bump on his body, every little rough edge...something about him fascinates you, that slight naivety and eagerness to make you proud. He's just hard to say no to.

You gently guide his movements. He's inexperienced, but the desire for something more, even though he hardly knows what he's doing, clouds his mind. You feel his tight, small valve squeezing your digits like a vise. His initially quiet, needy meows grow louder, and by the little blush on his cheeks, you realize he's embarrassed.

“Can I overload? Please,” he whimpers shyly, hiding his face in the curve of your neck. “Ahhh...I'm so sorry, I can't take it anymore.”

How sweet. You've convinced him so many times that it's okay, he shouldn't have to keep hiding his pretty face every time you hold him like this. You don't care what position he takes, miner or not, you want him to feel like an equal. He deserves to be pleasured just as much. To love and be loved.

You nod, making a mental note to talk to him about it later. His habit of pleasing bots ranking above him just kills you.

D-16 wraps his arms around your neck, leaning slightly closer, as much as he can. He so wishes it was your spike instead of your fingers, stretching his valve with every thrust.

But he'll never admit it, he'd rather take whatever you offer him, because he loves you so much. Every touch from you, every glance in his direction, it's all so overwhelming.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you-” he repeats over and over, his hips desperately meeting every thrust of your fingers inside him.

You feel him squeeze your digits again, his breathing halting for a moment before he exhales heavily and then nearly collapses on top of you.

D-16 leans his forehead against yours, closing his optics to slowly gather his thoughts. You barely move your fingers, still deep inside him, and even a slight twitch earns a whimper from him. Still very sensitive, you should definitely work on his stamina.

You gently take his chin, tilting his head up to give him a small kiss. He moans softly, but reciprocates the kiss.

D-16 has never seemed plain to you. Unusually strong despite his height and lack of t-cog, his body covered in many scratches after cycles of hard work. But now you are treating him with such care.

 He cherishes it so much. Sometimes he wonders if you have any idea how many times he's touched himself, with you in mind? How an embarrassingly lot of pictures of you he keeps plastered all over the wall? I guess that's a question for another day.

You may not have won the race, but you got more than that today.

[in1-nutshell]

SINCR YOU WATCHED TRANSFORMERS ONE

Can you do if Maxima was in Transformers one as well? SINCE SHE WOULD STILL BE A CHILD FROM IT (and plus, i wanna see her reaction on one scene particular)

One of the first Buddy's I thought about when I finished watching the movie.

Hope you enjoy!

TF1 Version of Maxima

SFW, Angst, Familial, Cybertronian reader

TF1

Orion found her in one of the carts filled with raw energon.

He thought he was hallucinating from lack of sleep before D-16 also saw the sparkling heading straight for the crusher.

Both mechs hurriedly got the sparkling before the crusher got her.

It was extremely rare to see sparklings this small in Iacon, most bots were created and built in larger sizes, especially those with T-cogs.

D-16 thought it was a good idea to bring the sparkling to the guards or a supervisor.

D-16: “C’mon Pax, let’s see if the guards are in a good mood and—Orion?” Orion was just staring into the sparkling big blue optics. D-16: “Orion?” Orion holds the sparkling close to his chassis. Orion: “D, how about we… you know…” D-16: “Oh no, no, no, no. Orion we can’t take care of a sparkling. You can barely take care of yourself!” Orion looks at his friend, then the sparkling. He passes the sparkling into his servos. D-16 catches the sparkling. D-16: “Hey!” Orion: “I guess your right. We can always go see which guard won’t punch us into oblivion and take the sparkling somewhere… where we’ll never see her again… ever…” D-16 looked a bit conflicted as the sparkling looked at him. With her big blue optics. …No, he had to stay strong… The sparkling gently patted his faceplate, smiled and giggled. D-16: “…You win this round Pax.” Orion: “Good!” Orion goes to grab the sparkling put D-16 reflexively moves out of his reach, surprising them both. D-16 coughs before handing the sparkling back to Orion, looking at the ground embarrassed. Orion just smirks at his friend. Orion: “Looks like we all got attached, huh?” D-16 nudges his shoulder. D-16: “Yeah… guess we did.”

The easiest part was hiding the little thing.

New spread around that a sparkling was in the mines and the miners had sworn an oath not to let the guards know she was there.

At least until she was older to work with the rest of them.

Orion and D-16 where surprised to see how many bots wanted to keep this a secret.

Even Elita-One didn’t want the guards to know about her.

She said it was because the sparkling boosted morale.

This was also the same bot caught cooing at the sparkling in between breaks.

It’s a miracle that none of the guard’s suspect anything.

Jazz looks around the corner. Jazz: “Darkwing’s coming!” Wheeljack: “Hide!” Orion quickly put the sparkling under a crate and sat on it. Darkwing passed by the corridors, looked around before continuing walking. Orion waited a few more seconds before venting out. D-16 quickly pushed him out and goes to lift the crate. Orion: “Ow!” D-16: “No, you don’t get to say that. You literally sat on her!” The sparkling looked up as the miner’s lifted the crate and smiled up at him. D-16 and Orion sighed in relief. Orion turned to Jazz and Wheeljack. Orion: “Thanks guys.” Wheeljack just waved. Jazz: “Anything for mini-Pax, Pax.”

The sparkling was very attached to Orion and D-16.

It’s almost always constant smiles and laughs.

D-16 tries to be the voice of reason for them.

He hopes that it rubs off on the sparkling.

It does… but not the amount he was hoping for because that sparkling might as well have been a mini-Pax.

But it was D-16 that gave the sparkling her name.

D-16 was looking at a list of names. The sparkling sat on a crate while looking at him curiously. D-16: “Let’s find you a name. there is no way I’m calling you mini-Pax any more… Let’s see here… Lithia?” The sparkling shook her helm. D-16: “Hmm… how about Andromeda? Rapidfire? Nova?” The sparkling shook her helm at each name. D-16 sighed. D-16: “…Maxima?” The sparkling perked up. D-16: “Maxima? That’s the name you want?” The sparkling smiled and raised her servos up wanting to get picked up. D-16 smiled and picked up the sparkling. D-16: “Guess its Maxima then huh.” Maxima: “D…” D-16 paused. D-16: “What?” Maxima smiled and giggled. Maxima: “D! D! D!” D-16 laughed out loudly while twirling around with Maxima giggling into his chassis. Orion turned the corner, a bit winded from his run in with Darkwing. Orion: “What’s going on? I hear laughing.” Maxima smile grew even bigger seeing Orion. D-16 passed her into Orion’s arms. D-16: “Found a name for her. Maxima!” The sparkling turned her helm at him and laughed. Orion’s optics widened a bit but smiled. Orion: “Guess the other names didn’t work?” D-16: “Was going to try Ophelia, but it didn’t sound right. Annnddd, guess who said who’s name first? Mine!” Maxima: “D! Pax!” Both mechs stopped. D-16: “She didn’t say Pax when I was here.” Orion just looked at her with love and adoration. Orion: “You did good D, thanks.” D-16 slug an arm around Pax. D-16: “Anytime.”

Orion let that be her name, mainly because he felt like he owed his friend for all the scrap he put him through with trying to find information on the matrix of leadership.

As the years go by, Maxima ends up working as one of the miners.

She happily working with everyone.

The Guards are a bit confused where this bot came from, but they don’t question it.

Orion and D-16 worry a bit for Maxima’s growth, especially since she didn’t have a T-cog like them and being smaller than the average bot in the mines.

Maxima, like Orion, loved to go out of the mines and find adventure.

She has a nasty habit of jumping roof tops and scaling buildings.

Good for sneaking around.

But she does draw a line with some of the sneaking around with Orion.

Maxima loved hanging around with D-16.

He was a stable anchor she latched on when she bit off a bit more than she could intake.

She loves jumping on his back as he ‘reluctantly’ carries her.

Overhears about Orion and D-16 going to the race, that gets shut down by D-16.

She ends up joining some other bots in the crowd when she spots her fathers in the race.

The loudest in cheering for them.

Winces hard when they don’t make it.

Tries to get to the mines again when she spots Darkwing throwing them somewhere and not returning with them.

She goes to investigate.

Maxima: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” CRASH! THUD! Maxima landed on the hard ground after bouncing off the conveyor belt. She looks up to see a yellow mech, a happy Orion, and a concern D-16. D-16 and Orion: “Maxima!” Both the mechs help her up as she dusts some scrap from her frame. D-16: “Are you hurt?” D-16 raises her arms to look for any injury. Orion takes both of her shoulders and looks at her with D-16’s concern. Orion: “What are you doing down here? Did you really just take the trash shoot down here?” Maxima gets out of the mech’s grip. Maxima: “Of course I did. I saw Darkwing leave without you guys and the only shoot that goes down was the trash shoot.” D-16 pinches the ridge of his nose: “So you decided that it was a smart idea to go inside it?” Maxima: “… In my defense I was left unsupervised.” B-127: “Hi!” Maxima looks over at the yellow mech and waves back. Maxima: “I’m Maxima!” B-127: “I’m B-127! But Some bots call me B.” Maxima and B-127 start chatting up a storm. D-16 and Orion could only understand a handful of the words coming out of the pairs mouths the faster they talked. Orion: “Umm… at least she’s making friends around her age?” D-16: “…I don’t like this…”

Maxima ends up tagging along with the group to find the Matrix of Leadership.

Grabs D-16’s back the entire train ride.

She was not about to get crushed by a crate bigger than her before reaching the Matrix.

Is bouncing on her pedes seeing the surface, excitably hugging Orion and D-16.

D-16 looking at the growing mountains. D-16: “Is that getting bigger?” Orion: “I think it’s getting closer…” Maxima and B-127 immediately take off, the others following. The train start shaking and jumping. Maxima tries grabbing onto the railing, but it slips her grasp. Maxima: “Orion!” Orion immediately let go of D-16 grasp and used his other servo to grab her servo. Orion: “Don’t let go!” Maxima: “What does it look like I’m doing?!”

Orion and D-16 help her up when they wake up.

Now they were following the map to the location of the Matrix.

Maxima is just happy to do something other than mining for once.

Happiness that doesn’t last seeing the Quintesson ship.

Holds on to Elita and D-16’s servos tightly seeing Orion and Bee almost getting caught.

Meeting Alpha Trion and finding out what happened to the other Prime’s...

What Sentinel is doing with the Quintesson’s…

Feels almost as angry as D-16 but does notice the shift and gets worried.

Tries to tell Orion but he brushes it off.

Everyone gets their T-Cog’s.

Orion, D-16, B-127, and Elita-One look over at each other’s new frames. B-127: “This is awesome! Hey Maximaa—AAAHHH! Holy Primus you’re huge!” The bots look over at Maxima and have to do a double take. Maxima, once the shortest member of their little group was now the biggest and tallest one. Probably as big as Sentinel Prime! D-16: “Maxima… you look…” Maxima looked worried. Maxima: “What?” Orion smiles. Orion: “You look good… though you could have been smaller.” Maxima laughs at the comment as she tries and carries D-16 and Orion in her arms. Success! D-16: “Maxima! Put us down!” Maxima smirks and brings them into a tight hug.

Timeskip to the High Guard.

Maxima is fangirling with B-127 when she sees the Guard.

Gets a bad feeling when D-16 tries to leave and fights Starscream.

Yells for D-16 to stop while Orion holds her back as the crowd pushes them back.

Shakes a bit when she sees D-16 new canon, sharing the same concern look on Orion’s face.

Then Arachnid and Sentinel’s Elite Guard show up.

Maxima gets captured along with D-16 and B-127.

In the room with Sentinel, Maxima shares worried looks with B-127 and D-16.

Stares at D-16 when he refuses to kneel to Sentinel.

He goes to hit him, but Maxima also stands up and kicks him in the back of the knee before standing in front of D-16, trying to use her larger frame to shield him from the Prime’s view.

Maxima looks at the Prime with hatred. Sentinel: “Well look who decided to play hero.” Maxima: “You’re not going to hurt them as long as I function Prime.” Sentinel smirks at her. Sentinel: “I can fix that.” D-16’s optics widen as Sentinel suddenly grabbed Maxim’s throat and slammed her to the ground. The Prime punched, kicked and hit the younger bot senselessly. D-16 tried to get up but was held down by some guard bots. D-16: “Stop! Stop it! Do it to me! Leave her out of this! Prime!” Sentinel finally stops and grabs Maxima by the throat again. Sentinel: “You had enough, or are you going to make me dirty my servos more?” Maxima weakly lifts her helm. Briefly glances at D-16 and B-127. She looks back at the Prime with a glare and spits energon on his face. Maxima: “No wonder… the Matrix didn’t choose you… what a joke…” Sentinel gave her an angry look before tossing her to the wall. Maxima heard d-16 yell for her before she blacked out.

In comes Orion.

As Orion helps D-16, he quickly pulls him to the wall where B-127 was trying to get the rubble off Maxima.

Orion cradles his barely conscious kid’s helm.

All she can do is smile painfully.

Thankfully she could walk and transform.

Orion tells her to follow him.

She doesn’t want to.

She wants to stay with D-16.

Something was going to happen.

Orion doesn’t let her as she begrudgingly follows.

She gives one last look at D-16 before following Orion.

She ends up taking a detour when she spots D-16 and Sentinel fighting in the square.

She immediately goes over with Orion.

As much as she hates the Prime, she would be no better than he is if they just terminated him like that.

Justice needed to be served.

Then it happens.

D-16 shoots Orion.

Maxima: “ORION!” Maxima screams as she dives in after him. Her doesn’t reach him as she also ends up falling. Both their descents stop when D-16 ends up grabbing both with separate servos. Maxima looks up. Maxima: “D!” D-16 was struggling to keep both from falling. Maxima looked over at Orion. He was hurt badly. Maxima: “D, help him! Let me go!” Orion and D-16: “What?!” Maxima was close to crying now. Maxima: “Orion needs help D! Please! Let me go! You can’t get both of us up! Save him!” Orion tries to reassure her that he will be okay, but he doesn’t even believe it. Maxima’s energon runs cold when she sees D-16 with red optics. D-16: “I’m done saving you.” Her optics widen as D-16 let go of Orion’s servo. Maxima: “ORION!” She tried to reach out but was swiftly pulled upward and skidded on the surface. The larger bot tried to go back to the ledge but was stopped by a swift kick to the chassis by D-16.

Maxima tried to stop him, but she was too late and witnessed D-16 tear Sentinel in half.

She stared in shock as D-16 pulled out Sentinel’s T-cog and placed in him.

She could only stare as he gave his speech.

As he proclaimed himself as Megatron.

That was when rage took over.

She ran at him trying to stop him with the help from Elita and B-127.

Megatron quickly got rid of the smaller bots but seemed to have a bit of trouble with Maxima.

Something she noticed quickly that he was taller than her once again.

He told her to stay out of his way.

Then came Optimus Prime.

Maxima was dragged back by Elita as she saw the two mech’s fight.

She could only watch the fight go down and watch Megatron get banished with the rest of the high guard.

He didn’t even look back.

Maxima could barely move seeing the new Prime.

She was rooted in her place until Optimus came up to her.

Maxima offered a tight smile as he patted her shoulders.

Optimus was taller than her now…

He opens the Matrix and letting the energon flow once again.

Maxima managed to keep everything composed until she was alone.

She sunk to her knees and sobbed and sobbed.

She had lost her entire family in less than two days.

She had lost D-16 to Megatron, and she had lost Orion Pax to Optimus Prime.

She was alone again…

Maxima didn’t notice someone entering the room and sitting beside her. She looked to see Optimus’s chassis right there. Optimus: “I know with everything I might look different… I feel different. But I’m still the same bot inside. The same bot who helped pick out your name.” Maxima: “… D was the one who found it.” Optimus chuckled somberly. Optimus: “But I got around the ‘mini-Pax’ name.” Maxima laughed a bit at the old name before feeling a pang of hurt. Optimus looked at her concern. Optimus: “Maxima?” Maxima quickly turned to him and buried her face in his neckcables while hugging him tightly and sobbing. Optimus just held her while some tears of his own spilled out. Optimus: “I’m here Maxima… I’m here…” She could feel the Prime’s tears on her helm, but she didn’t care. Right now, it was time to mourn for her fallen family. Megatron at the same time was also in his room sobbing that his family was no more. And that there would be little to no chance to see Maxima, ever again… unless...

[nhoeer]

Let's get back to my drabble SGTFone.

For any of you who missed previous drabble can check it here [Part 1] [Part 2]

The sub level 50 in original was a waste management, correct? in SG it's kinda like a recycling factory where you throw dead mech body to be recycled into a new protoform. Because that is pretty much cannon in the Botcon Shattered Glass.

So yeah basically the sub level 50 is a human equivalent of graveyard, and there is a lot of spooky impression regarded of that place.

So the duo got to meet B127 here, it's never fully explained in the original how he end up here, but i think he is jobless and just making living in the sub level 50… ?

Anyway, in SG he is a graverobber and he doesn't just end up here, HE is sneaking into 50 just to stole still functioned body parts. When the duo arrived he try to make excuse on why he was here, and pretty much yapping that he was NOT trying to steals some corpses.

He then introduce the duo to his collection, i mean sparkless friends. Wich is a red flags because all of the corpses has blown out injuries in their chest. Orion accidently turning on Steve is camera footage where it show a glitched hologram about the three bot including Steve talking about The Matrix in their possession, after that the hologram marked their last online location in red dot.

Ofcourse it make Orion overexcited about his finding and plea to Dee to go find the Matrix with him. But Dee strongly refuse because how dangerous the location seem to be. However Orion then highlight on how expensive the Matrix would be if they sold it to the collector catching the attention of Bumblebee to also plea for searching the Matrix in exchange for him becoming his best friend.

Since Dee is such a loser, again he falls into that cheap trick.

Then, Bee let them know how to get out of sub level 50.

Now this is another tricky part, Has it ever explained in the original movie at how in the cybertronian were living underground? are there any other mecha beside cyber stag living on the surface ?🤔

Because, in Marvel and Botcon SG it's implied that underground Cybertron were inhabited by a different race.

Does it make sense to swap SGTFone being a surface society instead underground?

[vaporvipermedia]

My Rook Headcanons

[Mostly about his body]

Finally..my time has come.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

We all know that I have to start off with my Fox Beastman!Rook agenda. Even when he’s presenting himself in human form, people can see that his teeth are not normal. Having four sharp canines that peeks out whenever he smiles. Since too many people have noticed, he just resorts to more affiliative smiles.

The reason why Rook wants to hide his beastman traits was for the thrill of and excitement of people finding out who he truly is after all this time. Like: “Hmm, what if I just gaslight my friends into thinking that I’m fully human only for them to find out later that I was actually a beastman? Wouldn’t that be quite silly? Very mischievous if you will?”

He’d like to imagine their expressions switch into complete shock and surprise. Eyebrows raised, mouth agape he’d think it would be such a wonderful surprise. Thinking their reactions would be absolutely beautiful

His potion making skills are very exceptional to say the least but it took a lot of trial and error. Getting some chemical burns when messing with test-run potions.

Although the potion Rook created hides his more visible fox features, his ears and tail do come back whenever he gets too excited or gets a major spike of energy. Something that Rook never thought would happen. [That's why he’s scarily good at controlling his heart rate. He trained his body in order to make sure his features remained hidden.]

Ok, say it with me now. THIS. MAN. HAS. SCARS‼️‼️ This man would not have so much flawless skin while being a hunter. It’s frankly impossible. From nasty tumbles, to possible encounters with wild creatures, ANYTHING!

I feel like Rook picked his skin a lot as a child. Especially scabs. Leaving some permanent marks on his body. He probably did this due to the stress of going out into the forest, wondering what might try to attack him.

Dimples…I don’t have to go in depth with this. We both know we are on the same track here. He has dimples whenever he smiles. It’s there. It’s visible. Let’s move on before I go insane.

Listen…Listen…He has a birthmark on his lower back that looks like the Orion Constellation. IT JUST FITS! CMON!

Rook’s hair is actually a little bit curly and got it from his father’s side. But most of the time he tries new hairstyles to give himself more variety. That variety involves him straightening his hair sometimes.😭😭

BUT AS A BONUS IF HIS HAIR GETS WET HIS CURLS WILL POP OUT! SO THAT’S A WIN!

[Clutching my fist in anger] FRECKLES! FRECKLES DUSTING HIS CHEEKS AND BODY! THEY EXIST THEY ARE THERE! I KNOW THEY ARE!

Tans easily during the summer. [Got that from his mother] His hat can only do so much.

Hear me out. I’d like to think that a piece of his ring finger is gone due to an incident with a beastman child when he was younger. And instead of being afraid of that event, that drove him to becoming more interested towards beastmen behaviors. So his ring finger is a constant reminder of his curiosity and that very incident.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Whew…ok now I can pass away peacefully. Thank you for listening to my mad man ramblings. Well, actually you had no choice in the matter since I hunted you down inside of your own house.-

But nevermind that! You’re free to go.��️🫶

[i-starcreamed]

May we request a TF One Starscream where he meets gn reader along with Orion, D-16, Elita and Bee when they got electrocuted and got kidnapped (?) to the High Guard's lair, and Starscream somehow was attracted to reader. (I just need this twink to be head over heels on someone)

TF1 STARSCREAM X READER

I need him so bad.

cybertronian!reader Possessive themes, star being lowkey manipulative idk, starscream himself is a warning

You woke up slowly, the light of your optics slowly returned to their original bright color. You tried to lift your servo to your pounding helm but found you couldn't move. Panic began to rise. You couldn’t help but ask yourself.. what happened?

A groan escaped you as the pain in your helm intensified. Your processor scrambled to figure out where you were and what was going on. Before you could lift your helm, something – or rather someone – did it for you.

A single digit tilted your chin upward, accompanied by a low hum. “Interesting..” He mused, tilting your helm to the side.

Through blurry optics, you made out the figure of a mostly red and grey bot standing in front of you. As your vision settled, your optics widened in recognition, and you realized you were kneeling. Instinctively, you tried to stand, only to be met with the rattle of restraints binding your servos behind your back. Your processor demanded a reaction—fear, caution. This was someone you should be afraid of.

“Don’t even think about yelling right now, pretty. I don’t want you waking your friends up yet.” He hissed, shoving a digit in your face before you could open your intake to speak.

You narrowed your optics, slowly swallowing your fear. “Are you going to kill us?”

He placed a digit on his chin, thinking to himself. “Hmm, maybe. Not you, maybe them. If you want them with their spark intact, I’d warn them to behave.”

“Uh huh...okay. Uh.. where are we?”

Starscream shot you an almost offended look. Right, of course—he forgot. Sentinel and the rest of Cybertron had long stopped telling the tale of the High Guard ever since…

“Why, you're in the presence of the High Guard. We’ve been sabotaging Sentinel’s work from the sidelines for decades, and I’m sure you miners never bothered to notice. No one ever does…" He looked off to the side, scoffing.

Your optics widened. “High guard…Starscream?”

"It's a pleasure to introduce myself to you," he said with a snarky grin. "I knew you’d recognize me eventually."

“You know what Sentinel did? We’re also trying to.. stop him. We were working on that just before you captured us.” You felt your spark leap. Would it be possible to have such a strong ally on your side?

He raised a brow, “it’s about time you all became aware.”

He looked over to the purple bot next to him, “Shockwave, undo their binds.”

“..Starscream that is illog-“

“I said, do it,” he snapped, not bothering to glance in Shockwave's direction.

You heard Shockwave huff before the restraints on your wrists fell away. Looking behind you, your friends were still unconscious—Dee, Bee, Orion, and Elita sat motionless.

“Can you let go of my friends?

“I don’t know about that, Y/N.” He mused thoughtfully, your designation rolling off his glossa smoothly.

“I don’t trust them… but you? I want you to work with me." He stepped closer, a sly smile spreading across his face. The bots around him turned their helms sharply in his direction—Starscream was impulsive but not....this impulsive. He was being outright foolish.

Before you could respond, he cut you off. "As you said, we have the same goal. I have an army. You could be a part of it."

He stepped closer to your still-kneeling form, humming in satisfaction.

He let his servo gently trace the side of your helm, following the line where the light hit your metal and reflected back a soft glow of color. Realizing what he was doing, he quickly pulled his servo back, letting it hover uneasily over your helm He doesn’t know what came over him.

“You could be by my side as an equal, not just some soldier. You could be more than you are now.”

His voice like a serpent’s hiss in your audio receptors. sounding ever so sweet. He knew what he was doing, but he didn’t know why. He needed a bot like you at his side. Literally and figuratively.

“…And if I refuse?” You whispered, your voice slightly shaking.

“Then I’d be losing the one thing that’s missing from me,” he leaned down to your height. “And you know I'm not about to let that happen."

[mskenway97]

I've decided to write more about the next part of D 16 and Orion Pax while they were trying to find their little Human, I've put them both together ^^.

The cry of despair at seeing the garbage chute empty, without their poor little human. Neither of them couldn't talk about anything, the silence felt so cold until D 16 punched the glass again hard, seeing how it had dented its servos. Seeing his poor face looking at them and now there was nothing left there was just a big silence. Orion, on the other hand, felt guiltier than ever. He had left the door open when he realized he was looking for it, he started looking all over for it. He had left the door open and when he realized he was looking for it, he started looking all over for it. you used to stay in the room, although Orion noticed that you were looking at the bracelet on your suit… suit… Maybe they were sending you a signal from their planet or a location to find them… But now it didn't matter, you weren't there.

-D 16, I," said Orion as D 16 glared at him.

-How could you let her out of your sight! This wouldn't have happened because of you! - D 16 was exalted, leaving Orion shocked, he had never seen him scream like that before, his optics were glowing with anger, he saw his servos maculated. Orion was well aware that it was his fault, they had both sworn to protect you and he had failed both you and him. had failed you as much as he had.

-I know but she didn't use to leave, it must have happened? - said Orion with barely a voice

-Now she's gone! - D 16 shouted at him as he tried to hold back his flows.

-You think I don't know that! But that doesn't mean she's dead! You always have to look at everything from the negative side! She survived crashing with her ship! She stayed with us… You're not the only one who felt joy from her company! I… I… - said Orion no longer holding his fluids and his optics began to ooze as he sat down on the floor as he sat down on the floor. D 16 did the same staying close to Orion, he knew he adored you as he did, but for now they were both miserable…. The next few days were not easy for both of you, your absence was noticeable in the room. Orion was no longer so energetic, he had just been empty, just carrying out orders from the mine so as not to think of you… When you try to talk to him in his language or you would stay on his lap until you fell asleep.

D 16 had to support himself but he couldn't help but miss you feeling your little figure cut out in his chassis as you sang making his audio receivers have a beautiful harmony, giving him a little smile and a caress on your head. The nights were not the most pleasant for both of them… they had nightmares about the day you left, sleepless nights, ending up with more fluid in their optics when the darkness took over to give them some calm. Until certain rumors began to be heard that they had visited a certain critter or monster. Those rumors got to more information until they said something that caught the attention of both of them. The color of your suit… They knew you were still alive from the surface. Now they had two problems in mind:

You were in tremendous danger.

They had to get you to the surface. Orion didn't care if he was going to look for you and D 16 was even more determined than he was. They were going to take you home. No matter what.

[alicewrotethis]

𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭﹒𝐩𝐭 𝟐

ㅤ۫ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒synopsis!! bokuto asks you to come to one of his games . ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ ˚౨ cw!! timeskip! b. kotaro x astronomy tutor! reader, angst if u squint   ﹒ ◠ note!!  gonna get back into writing hopefully ౨   wc!!  1.8k    ˚ ۪˖𓏲 mood!! series playlist

one / two / three

Bokuto sat cross-legged on the floor of your dorm room, a notebook open in front of him, his pencil spinning absently between his fingers. His presence felt almost out of place in the tiny space, a whirlwind of energy crammed into a room meant for quiet reflection.

"I still can't believe I got banned from the library," he muttered, pouting slightly, "I wasn't that loud,"

You raised an eyebrow as you set your textbooks on the desk, " Bokuto-san, you were practically shouting about supernova aces, I'm surprised they didn't kick us out sooner,"

He grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, "Well, at least your dorm's quieter, right? Way better for focusing, and I promise, no yelling this time!"

You didn't respond right away, instead, you glanced at the small stack of astronomy books on the desk and the stargazing guide you'd printed earlier. The memory of the other night drifted into your mind, unbidden but vivid, the way his voice had lit up over the phone when he finally spotty Orion's Belt, his excitement so infectious it had left you smiling long after the call ended.

"Hey," Bokuto's voice broke through your thoughts, warm and curious, "You okay? You kinda spaced out there,"

You blinked, refocusing on him, his head was tilted, golden eyes searching for your face with genuine concern. It wasn't just his usual energy, there was something softer in his expression, and just like the other night, you found yourself a little thrown off by it.

"I'm fine," you replied quickly, brushing the moment off, "Just mentally preparing for the monumental task of keeping you focused,"

He gasped, clutching his chest as if you'd wounded him, "Hey, I'm totally focused! I nailed the Orion thing, didn't I?"

Your lips tugged into a reluctant smile at his enthusiasm, "You did, and we're here to help keep that momentum going,"

His grin widened, brighter than the fairy lights overhead. It wasn't just his energy, it was the way he seemed so genuinely excited about learning something he'd never paid attention to before.

The memories still warmed you, though you quickly redirected your focus to the chart in your hand, you couldn't let yourself get too caught up in those thoughts. Bokuto was practically a stranger, someone you were just tutoring, and while he was undeniably charming, you didn't have time for distractions like this.

"Alright," you said, sitting cross-legged next to him and spreading out a colorful infographic, "Today, we are tackling phases of the moon, it's simple, but it shows up on the test every year, so you need to nail it,"

Bokuto squinted at the chart, tilting his head, "Phases of the moon? Oh, like full moons and stuff? I got this, there's the werewolf moon, and then... uh..."

You bit back a laugh, pointing to the chart, "Close enough, there are eight main phases, we start with the new moon, when it is almost invisible, and move through waxing and waning phases until we get to the full moon,"

"Wait, wait," he said, grabbing a pencil, "Waxing and waning? What's the difference again?"

"Waxing means it's growing, waning means it's shrinking" you explained, tapping the diagram with your finger.

Bokuto furrowed his brow, his pencil poised over his notebook, "So waxing is like... a team building momentum during a game?" he asked, his eyes lighting up with realization.

You smiled at his analogy, your heart doing a small, unbidden flip at how eager he was to make connections, "Exactly, and waning is like losing that momentum, when the games winding down,"

He grinned, scribbling something down, but you noticed it wasn't the phases of the moon, just a series of doodles, including a volleyball mid-serve and a tiny cartoon moon with a determined face. You sighed, though you couldn't help the fondness creeping into your chest.

"You know, Bokuto-san," you said, leaning slightly closer, "Your notes might be more useful if they had actual words instead of... whatever that is,"

He glanced at his notebook and laughed sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck, "Hey, this helps me remember! Look, this one's the waxing moon, powering up for the big game," He pointed to a sketch of a volleyball spiking through the sky, labeled 'waxing gibbous',

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile, "If it works, I won't stop you, just make sure you know the real names when the quiz comes around,"

As he kept drawing, you found your attention drifting to him, his unrelenting energy, his unapologetic enthusiasm, there was something infectious about the way he approached everything, even studying. It made the room feel lighter, and brighter, as if his presence had its own gravitational pull. But then you caught yourself, quickly looking back to the chart.

Meanwhile, Boktuo glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his pencil tapping idly against the notebook. He wasn't sure why, but these study sessions had started to feel less like a chore and more like something he looked forward to.

Maybe it was the way you explained things so patiently, or how you didn't get mad when he went off on tangents, or perhaps it was the way your voice softened when you laughed like you weren't used to doing it too often, but it came naturally around him.

The silence that followed wasn't uncomfortable, just the sound of pages flipping and the occasional scratch of Bokuto's pencil as he drew more words and things down. You found yourself sneaking glances at him, marveling at how someone could exude so much energy even when sitting still. He had a way of making the air around him seem warmer like his very presence was its own kind of sunlight.

You caught yourself stealing another glance at him, watching the way his hand moved across the page. You couldn't help but think, this was going to end soon.

The test was in two days, after that, your tutoring sessions would come to a close. A small part of you felt the weight of that inevitability settling into your chest, tightening with the knowledge that this connection, this strange unexpected bond that had formed between you was in fact temporary. Once Bokuto passed, you'd go back to your usual routine, the quiet isolation that had once felt comfortable was now somehow less appealing.

You pulled your gaze away from him, pretending to adjust your notes, but you couldn't shake the thought.

It's just tutoring, it's not like youre losing anything. This isn't a friendship, it's just a favor, just... extra credit.

But despite the voice in your head, there was a part of you that felt it. A soft tug at your chest whenever his golden eyes found yours, whenever his bright laugh filled the space between you.

"Hey," bokuto said, breaking into your thoughts, "You okay? You've been kinda quiet for a while now, like, more than usual, and not even bossy,"

The corners of your lips tugged upward, "I'm not bossy," you replied, your tone light but deflective.

"Oh, you definitely are," he countered, grinning, "But I'm cool with it, it's just weird when you're not talking, did I mess something up? Or... are you tired?"

You hesitated, his earnest expression making it harder to brush off the question, "I'm fine," you said after a moment, turning back to the chart, "Just thinking about how to make this all stick before your test."

His grin softened, the usual energy in his voice replaced with something quieter, more thoughtful, "Well, you've been doing an awesome job so far, I mean it," he tapped the pencil lightly on his notebook, "Couldn't have made it this far without you,"

Your chest tightened at his words, and for a second, you couldn't bring yourself to look at him, you forced a small smile and said, "Let's just focus, okay? We've got a lot to cover before Friday,"

"Right," He said, his grin returning full force, "Bossy mode activated,"

The next few minutes were filled with the familiar rhythm of explaining concepts and jotting down notes, you thought the moment had passed, the faint weight of his earlier words settling into the back of your mind, but then Bokuto straightened, his pencil dropping onto the notebook with a soft thud.

"Hey," he began, "So, I was thinking..." He hesitated, this was rare for him, both thinking and hesitating, "After the test on Friday, you should come to our game, it's a big one! We're playing our rival team, and the crowd's always insane, plus," he added, leaning forward slightly, "You could see all this hard work paying off in real time since I won't be benched!"

You blinked, caught off guard, "Your game?"

"Yeah! It's at seven, I'll save you the best seat!" he said, grinning with the kind of confidence that made it clear he'd already imagined you cheering from the stands.

For a moment, you wanted to say yes, you let yourself picture it, the energy of the game, his proud smile after landing a killer spike, the way his teammates would pat him on the back but his eyes would be locked with yours, then reality crept in.

"I... I dont think I can," you said, your voice quieter than you intended.

His grin faltered, confusion flickering across his face, "Why not?"

You glanced down at your lap, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, "I have a project due next week, I really need to work on it this weekend,"

He stared at you, the excitement in his eyes dimming, "Oh," he said, the word heavy and flat, he tried to recover, flashing a crooked smile, "No, yeah, that makes sense, school stuff, right? Super important,"

"Bokuto-san,"

"It's fine," He interrupted, waving a hand as if to brush off the disappointment, but the way he avoided your eyes told a different story, "I mean, it's just a game, no big deal,"

The sight of him like this deflated and trying so hard to hide it, made your chest ache. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come.

"Maybe next time," you offered weakly, hating the way the phrase sounded like a hollow excuse.

"Yeah," he said, his voice quieter now, "Next time,"

He tapped his pencil lightly again, though his usual energy was gone, the air between you felt heavier than before, a fragile silence settling in as you both turned your attention back to the notes in front of you.

But even as you forced yourself to focus, the image of his crestfallen smile lingered in your mind, tugging at your heart, and you couldn't shake the feeling that maybe this time, he had been hoping for something more than just a 'next time'.

navigation !i cant reply to comments :(

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one / two / three

[uhhlifeig]

Champagne - Dec. 26th - word count: 624 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius sighed, swilling his champagne and looking around the extravagant ballroom for someone, anyone, to distract himself with.

It was all his parents’ fault. Stupid Walburga and stupid Orion had arranged a ball for him to meet a ‘proper lady’ so that he could produce an heir. Pish fucking posh, who cared?

Well, the effort was going to be wasted anyway. Sirius had no interest in women, absolutely none. 

All he really wanted at this point in time was for a knight in shining armor to grab him and run, but alas, all of the knights in the castle were fucking pricks.

Sirius put his drink down, making up his mind. He would sneak out of the castle and hopefully never return. 

Of course, he had to bring his brother as well, so he made a quick pit stop.

“Reg,” he called. “Reg, I’m leaving. Come with me?”

Regulus looked up from his book. “Oh, sure,” he said, getting up. “Where to?”

“Anywhere but here,” Sirius answered. He kept looking behind him at every slightest noise, afraid that it was Walburga coming to get him. “C’mon, hurry up.”

“I am hurrying,” Regulus grumbled. They left his room together, and Sirius went to a particular window where he knew a makeshift rope lay. He secured the rope to a rock that poked out, and looked back at his brother.

“Alright, Reg. You want to go first?” Sirius asked. “Or do you want me to go first?”

“You go, Sirius, I’ll keep watch,” Regulus replied.

Sirius descended the wall, holding onto the rope tightly the whole time. He thanked Merlin that Walburga and Orion had not thought to install a moat yet, so he was perfectly fine when he reached the bottom.

“Come, now, Regulus,” he called. “Let us go forth into the world and spread word of how batshit crazy our parents are!”

Regulus descended the rope as well. “Now where do we go?” he asked.

“You come with us,” said a voice. 

Both Regulus and Sirius jumped. 

“W-who are you?” Sirius asked, pushing Regulus behind him, shielding him with his body, as he was so accustomed to doing. “What do you want?”

“Oh, shit. We’re in the dark, James, they can’t see us,” another voice called. “Sorry!”

Two guys on horseback moved out of the shadows. There was a tall one with a lot of scars, and there was another with messy hair.

“Sorry, guys,” Messy Hair said. “I’m James. James Potter. That right there,” he pointed at his friend, who gave a little wave, “is Remus Lupin. We’re here to- uhm, save you, I guess.”

“What?” Sirius was too busy admiring how pretty the scarred one was to understand a single word that was said.

“Me James,” James said, gesturing at himself with a big arm movement. “This Remus,” he gestured at his friend, who glared at him. “We save you now.”

“But where are you taking us?” Regulus asked. 

“To camp,” Remus said. “We’ll explain on the way. Prince Sirius, you’re with me. Prince Regulus, you’re with James.” 

Sirius was pretty happy with this turn of events, actually. So he got onto Remus’s horse, behind Remus. Regulus did the same with James on his horse.

And they were off.

“So, uh, where are we going?” Sirius asked Remus.

“To camp. James and I are part of a group that wants to overthrow your parents, and from what we’ve gotten from the spies in the castle, you also probably want that,” Remus answered, keeping his eyes trained on the path. 

And Merlin, Sirius found that hotter than he should have.

“Mhm, great,” Sirius said. 

As it turned out, a knight in shining armor did save him that day, and he couldn’t be happier.

(im alive guys dw) (my mom made me leave my laptop at home bc we had a trip to the beach and i hate writing and posting microfics on my phone sooo)

[solar4seekstron]

(Requested) Wife

TF1!YandereDarkwing x Cybertronian!Femme!Reader Oneshot

Part 2

Content: 18+

Introduction Movie Oneshot Masterlist

TW/Tags: This is a pretty dark fic, didn’t want to go too far with some scenes, kidnapping, forced relationship, noncon/smut (Will be in purple), forced pregnancy, not really use to writing a dark fic like this but I do hope it was a little enjoyable for you guys. Omg the sparkling at the end so so damn cute!!!!

You were a miner who worked every day since the day you came online. You have worked under your supervisor Darkwing since the beginning. At times you’d notice he’d talk to you most.

And was a bit more gentle at you at times when he would be more cold and strict with other bots like Elita.

You were as big as D-16. And one of the strongest miners there was. So you were a pretty respected femme next to Elita.

But that all changed when you chose to work a late night shift. A few of the other bots left being tired. And so you stayed behind. But when you weren’t looking. You were soon knocked out from behind everything going back.

When you woke up. Nothing has been the same since.

Ever since you woke up in a comfy and warm berth belonging to Darkwing. You couldn’t feel the cold recharge “berth” you were once use to using for a good while.

Confused as you are forced to stay in an apartment. Not allowed to leave as you’re forced to stay inside at all times. Darking always returning to you at the end of the day with tiredness and not always the right mindset.

As if he was doing the miners work most of the time. But he’d always be gentle with you if your showed to behave.

No attempt to mess with the doors security.

And the window were tinted. Only to see through then for others to see in. Though the window had security as well. All you could do was watch tv and make food whenever you were hungry. And some days you dreaded the berth more time then when he’d fall asleep on the sofa….

One day as you were making some energon. You were watching some movie about a family sitcom. Made from the other side of the planet.

You just got done crying. Something you do often every day while Darkwing is out.

As you sat on the sofa and ate your energon. you thought about the others. Orion, Elita, Jazz…….D-16… You know Darkwing lied to the miners. Saying you died thanks to the mining cave closing on you one night.

You were truly trapped..Never going to be able to finish your courtship to D-16.

As you finished and leaves out Darkwings plate. You’d then hear the unlocked of the front door. Darkwing soon walking in as he looked at you, closing the door behind him soon.

You knew what he was waiting for. He “taught” you well how to greet him when he returned home to you. And so you stood up and walked up to him. Putting your cervos together infront of him as you spoke. Looking at him.

“Welcome home Darkwing. How was work?”

He never really took off his visors and mask when he wasn’t in his own apartment. His face wasn’t that different from any other bots face.

His face paint being more of a mid grey color and having purple optics. He’d always take it off when he came home to you as he did now. Always either having a smile..or a frown.

A grin on his dermas as he stared down at you. His optics narrowed as he held one of your cervos and kisses the back of it.

”Busy as per usual. Have you been good sweetsaprk?” He asks as he checks the security.

”Yes darkwing..”

”Is my dinner ready?”

”Yes Darkwing…”

His grin still on his dermas as he walks to the sofa past you. Sitting down and picking up the plate as he ate the energon. Relaxed against the sofa as one cervo held the plate of energon. His other cervo on the arm of the couch. His legs spread as he watches the sitcom….

The only thing he lets you watch.

You sat on the other side of the sofa as he ate. And Once he was finished he placed the plate back on the coffee table and looked at you. Your spark raced a bit.

He knows this.

His cervo then reaching for yours. Scooting in a bit closer as he placed his dermas against the side of your helm. Then kisses down to your neck. He spoke inbetween kisses as his cervo rests onto your waist and the other holding your cervo. Then whispering in a low voice.

“I missed you Sweetspark…” He continued as you looked at the TV….What else can you do..besides just sitting there…

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After you both snuggled on the couch. The sounds of the tv drowning out your kisses and moans. You’d soon be carried by him to your now shared berth room.

You’re sure hours went by. You grew so numb to it at this point. Only able to stare up at the ceiling or out the window as Darkwing did as he wished. The feeling of your body moving back and forth.

Your legs spread next to his waist depending on the position he wants.

You’d stare out the window as you see bots fly by and the sun setting as you try to numb out the sounds of Darkwings grunts. His helm above yours as he presses the side of his helm against the pillow of the berth.

One of his cervos holding your neck fully covering it. His other cervo holding on your yours with your digits interlocked together.His frame fully against yours as his hips continue to slam against yours after each thrust into your valve.

You legs open as his hips only brush against the side of your innner thighs every so often.

You’d close your eyes. Tears running down your optics as he sits up. Holding your waist as his thrusts gets rougher. You placed your cervo over your stomach as your frame continues to rock back and forth.

You knows he’s trying to give you a sparkling. That only made things worse for you as all you can do is just wait until you have a little mini him running around. You were pulled out of your thoughts as you felt his cervo hold your chin.

Making you look at him as he placed his dermas on yours.

Slamming his hips against yours once more. Overloading into you as he groans into the kiss.

After a moment once calmed down a bit from his high. He looked down at you. With love and lust. His optics dim and narrowed as he stared down at you.

You just stared up at him. Your face emotionless as you just closed your eyes.

———————————————————————————

After a couple month. You felt a surg of energy in your stomach. One morning you ran out of the berth to the sink. Throwing up some energon from the night before.

Darkwing coming along at first thinking you were trying to run away.

After he cleaned you up he went to the doctors who knew of his secret and you. For the next few months he was very protective over you. Always placing his cervo over your stomach as he feels his little sparkling move inside you.

They were a big baby. Little outer dents showing around on you waist as he would be the one to remake his on food and carry you around. Treating you like glass.

Even when you both watch your sitcom he’d keep you on his thigh with his arm around you. His cervo resting on your stomach as his other arm rests on the arm of the sofa.

Your cervos against his chest as your frame rests against his waist and chest.

Your sparkling slowly growing inside you until the day of the birth of your sparkling.

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When the day came for your sparkling to come out. Darkwing was fast to take you to bring the doctor and nurses.

After they were able to help you give birth you were exhausted! Your sparkling is a girl.

She looke dos much like dark wing. Only having the same colored optics as you as his face painting being the same color as yours.

As you laid in your berth. Gaining your strength as the doctor and nurses left, Darkwing stayed sitting on the berth holding the small sparkling in his arms as he stayed close Waiting if you need anything like energon or want to shower.

The little sparkling reaching up to his faceplate as she giggled. You stayed ther watching the two…although she’s a sparkling given to you bu someone you never wished to be with… she is a part of you… and you know in your heart..

She’s the only thing you’ll truly love in this entire apartment…

I hope you guys enjoyed this. Requests are always open and as always re repost is appreciated. Hope you guys have a good rest of your day and see some of you in the comments!

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Request for our human boi Orion

Could we have a scenario of trying to reach Orion how do dance? Like slow ballroom ish, dancing to a slow Sinatra song or something oldish

Thank u and take care of:)

Sway with me

Pairing:

Optimus Prime/Orion Pax X gn!reader

Summary:

You had offered to teach Orion a traditional human dance. He accepted immediately.

Word count: 479 (wow that's not a lot)

A/N: i didn't know which universe you wanted this in so I left it anonymous, but this idea was too cute to ignore so I wrote it as fast as I could!! Enjoy<3

Psstt, here's the link to the song they're dancing to!

The record player produces static for a few moments, before settling into a gentle tune.

It starts with a gentle guitar, the steady melody is then joined by a sweet violin. They play together for the intro, complimenting eachother perfectly. Then, the singer joins in. A strong masculine voice, yet dialed down to be sweet and romantic.

After adjusting the dials, you step away from the brass horn. The romantic song bounces off the thick walls of your living room.

Behind you stands your dance partner. Orion.

He's shifting from foot to foot, nervous about this, 'dancing' thing you had invited him to join you in.

"Never danced before?" You ask, holding your hand out. His eyes shift from your face to your outstretched palm.

"Ah, no. I have not. There was dancing on cybertron, but.. I never quite participated."

You smile gently, taking both his hands in your own. "I'll lead. Just follow me."

Orion stumbles as you pull him to his feet, hands twitching nervously while you settle one of his hands on your hip, holding onto the other with your dominant hand.

You guide him into a slow waltz, stepping to the side, then back. He follows you, movements reluctant while mimicking you.

The two of you follow a box shape, matching the beat of the music while your socked feet rub against the vintage carpet.

Orion slowly yet surely becomes accustomed to the movement, falling into a smooth rhythm with you. Your dancing gets more intense as the song goes on, moving faster and more fluidly with the rhythm of the song.

He lets go of your hip, using the hand still holding onto you to spin you around slowly. When he tugs you closer to him, you both stumble from the force of your body bumping against his own.

"Ah, I am so sorry!" Orion tightens his arms around your back, catching you before you fall on the ground.

He leans over you, huffing out quick breaths. The two of you are stuck in a dip position, the back of your left hand lays against the rug while right your leg hangs folded in the air.

Both your chests heave up and down, energy spent from your dancing.

The record scratches as the song ends, the needle removes itself from the disc, feedback rings from the brass horn.

"We, got a little carried away there, didn't we?"

You huff out a laugh, grunting quietly as Orion hoists you to your feet.

"We did. Thank you, though. For dancing with me." He smiles bashfully, squeezing your hand thankfully.

You return the smile. "Don't mention it. That was just a waltz. Wait until I show you ballroom dancing." You tease, your hand slipping from his as you take the record off the recorder.

Orion smiles, leaning against the wall to catch his breath.

"I'll be waiting."