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hold the phone im off work for the first week this month where i dont work 6 days of the week and i also got the vitruvian man figma ive been obsessed with for years tonight fucking rules.
everyone look at him i need to name him i need to teach myself how to knit so i can knit him a scarf im losing my mind
#HE COMES WITH CHEST AND LEGPIECES SO U CAN MAKE HIM ONLY HAVE THE NORMAL AMOUNT OF LIMBS AND ITS LIKE#WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM??? A COWARD???#i want to learn how to use servos so i can put servos on his joints and remote control him to skitter across the floor like a spider#im in tears this rules
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Hiii I really like your writings and headcanons, especially the ones with yandere sentinel from TF 1 being a sub and us being a power femdom.id really appreciate it if you could write about yn or us finding sentinel after Megatron kills him and we repair sentinel just for him to be our dedicated servant boy put on a leash his entire life.
If you don't feel comfortable with the request you can ignore it and take your time no pressure! ❤️
Sentinel/Reader [TFO]
tw: dark themes, emotional manipulation, power imbalance, touch starvation/co-dependency, brief description of past trauma, anxiety, mentions of death, injuries, angst, dubcon [at the end], reader gets a little yandere-ish. word count: ~1830. a/n: i like this request so much, hehehe.
When you first saw your leader being ripped apart by one of the iaconian miners, you were devastated and as shocked as everyone else. Waking up early today, getting ready for another, long and tiring day of work only to suddenly learn that the bot you looked up to was lying to everyone for 50 cycles?
It felt so surreal, here you were standing over the Sentinel Prime. Ruler of Iacon City yesterday, and a leftover piece of scrap today. You're still not certain how you feel about him after what happened. Maybe it was a remnant of admiration for him, after all, how much has passed since the fight?
You were probably standing there for a good few minutes, staring down at Sentinel, not a word or a flick of emotion on your face. That was, until you heard heavy footsteps behind you and a large servo placed on your shoulder.
“You don't have to do this, I can take care of him if you want,” Optimus says carefully. For some reason, the young Prime already felt responsible for his people.
There was a brief silence between the two of you before you shook your helm in response. You didn't want to bother Optimus with this, knowing that he had gone through enough for the past few days. This is the least you can do, helping with rebuilding a new Iacon and getting rid of the past.
A soft sigh escapes your lips once Optimus leaves you alone. This wasn't supposed to be so hard, wasn't it? Just pick him up, and then...what else? Does Sentinel, the selfish betrayer of his own kind, deserve some respect even after his death? To bury him might be a too much of a kind gesture from you, considering that he had no kindness for anyone but himself. On the other hand, melting his remnants still doesn't sound right for you.
You would have kept thinking about it for hours, until a brief, almost too light to notice pulsating of a spark under the tips of your digits caught your attention. You pause, in mind an immediate “am I imagining this? was it real?”, it felt like everything just went quiet around you. A soft beat, then another. Despite everything, the spark inside his chamber was still beating.
And so, you decided to take care of him.
It was a miracle that he survived. The impact of his injuries should have left him dead, you swear, no, everyone swear to see the light goes off from his optics. He was dead, there are no possible explanation for him not to stay offline like he supposed to be. Some might consider it a blessing of Primus himself, for you just a pure luck.
Outliving 13 Primes, somehow not getting killed by quintessons during one of the secret meetings, and now you, the bot who decided to let him live, even though ignoring everything might have been the best solution.
After countless days of work, you are finally able to stabilize his systems, fixing up a few dents here and there, probably left after his last fight with the silver bot. For a cogless miner before, that mech was surprisingly strong, you note.
You hold a piece of a small energon cube in the palm of your servo. Was it the right choice? You never tell anyone, not even Optimus about what you have found. You knew Sentinel would be thrown in prison, if lucky, or hunted down by Megatron if the news reached him. No, you already went too far, letting anyone find out about Sentinel would be a huge mistake. That's why you made sure he didn't get to keep his lower half of the body. He should never be able to leave.
When you gently pushed the energon cube into his mouth, letting it slip down his throat, you waited. A second of silence...another few—until his optics begin to shine light blue once again. You open your mouth to start explaining everything, but you are immediately interrupted by a loud “no!” and you have to clamp your servo over his mouth to make him quiet.
The mech in front of you remembers only the last few seconds before he went offline, that burning pain through his whole body is now forever printed in his mind. You can see the genuine fear in his optics, which soon changed into surprise once he processed everything. He wasn't in the center of Iacon. No one, but you were around him.
Only after a good few minutes of soft explaining calmed his raising spark. Sentinel was relieved, after all, there are some loyal worshippers of his who took care of him and repaired him! As you stood in front of the former leader, you made sure to leave no details about everything that happened after. A new Prime was born, and D-16, now well known as Megatron, is one of the future concerns for everyone in Iacon besides quintessons. Even after his «death» Sentinel made sure to leave a huge impact on your lives for cycles and cycles in the future.
“And about...the other part of me?” Sentinel asks, glancing down where his lower half should be before looking back at you.
You go silent for a mere second before a quick “I wasn't able to repair it” excuse slips from your glossa.
Thankfully, he swallows this response rather quickly, and without questioning any further, that smug smirk appears on his face, ready to boss you again. It was amusing at first. In such a position, Sentinel forgets, he's a no Prime anymore, just another cogless bot left at your mercy.
You were merciful enough to let him live in this fantasy, letting him think that he has that control over something, despite how annoying he gets whenever you don't do something immediately. What do you mean you have to leave him? He's Sentinel Prime, you should obey and listen to him!...Please?
Maybe in the back of his mind, he slowly realizes it. He's dependent. He can't live without you, he can't even reach for a cube of an energon for himself without you kindly putting it on the tip of his glossa. If you suddenly decide to leave him, he's all alone. That takes a good sacrifice of his own pride to give you a few signs, angrily growling a “Don't you dare to leave!” or “I am not done with you, come back this instant!”.
When you had to leave today once again, making him suffer in the silence of his own thoughts and a soft humming of mechanisms in this room, he felt insecure. He hates it, waiting and counting the seconds until you finally come back to him. How could you disrespect him like this? Who do you think you are, huh?
“Oh, please, leave then! I don't need you anyway,” Sentinel says proudly, rolling his optics with a slight annoyance hidden in his tone.
He doesn't need your help, if you leave, it would change nothing for him. You're just another nameless bot, the one who supposed to serve and listen to him, after all. If you don't want to do what he says, there will certainly be someone else to replace you. Right?
Then why, why he feels that deep, suffocating feeling every time you leave? When he calls your name over and over again, his tone changes from an authoritative to a weak, pleading one. No, no, no, you wouldn't really leave him, would you? He panics, breathing a little heavy at the realization that there he is, with no one but him in here. He's so, so screwed.
With each passing hour, his anxiety grows even more. From the most ridiculous to the most horrifying scenarios, he can't help but silently plead for your soon return. A constant “come back, please, please come back, you can't just leave me here,” in his thoughts. Sentinel would certainly go insane if it weren't for a soft hiss of an opening door. You were back.
Once you are close to him, he quickly wraps his servos around you, clinging to your frame for a dear life. You can hear him, muttering something under his breath over and over again, and without a need to ask him to repeat his words, you understand everything.
“I would never leave you, Sentinel,” you say softly, placing your servo on the side of his face, only for him to lean into it, as if begging for more.
“Please don't,” he whispers back, his servo moving to the back of your helm, making you lean closer to his height so he could kiss you.
Who would have thought that Sentinel Prime is such a touchstarved mech? Begging someone to notice him? Like you? If only you had known that leaving a poor bot for a good day or two all alone would make him such a sucker for attention, you would have done it much sooner.
And suddenly Sentinel is not that annoying, noisy menace, as you remember. Every soft sound he lets out, every gentle caress and touch of his servos on your frame, feels like a desperate attempt to make you stay. He wants to show you that he's worthy of your time, if only you stay!
Sentinel's hold on you is tight, as he keeps you right next to him, afraid that the moment he lets go, you're going to disappear. Just a mere thought of it makes him whine into the kiss, and he pushes his glossa into your mouth, as if hoping to please you.
The moment you pull away from him, Sentinel grips tighter, mewling a soft “no”, a look of desperation in his optics. You can't help but feel a pang of satisfaction from it. How couldn't you, when you have someone who is always so needy of your attention? Always looking forward to the moment you come back?
At this point, he doesn't care what he has to do to keep you with him for another minute or two. The old, commanding and cruel part of him is so ashamed of what he has become. Any other good day in past, you would already be mining energon and hoping for a better future, and he would be a king, just like he was supposed to.
“Please, use me, however you want just— just don't go,” he pleads once again, his servos tightening around your wrists, wanting and needing you closer.
And how can you really tell him no if he asks you so, so nicely today?
You only nod gently at his another plead, placing your servo on top of his helm to gently nudge him lower and to position him between your thighs. Sentinel was so great with every word of his speeches that it's no surprise that he certainly knows how to use his own tongue.
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Heeeey Tiny!
I'm taking up your offer on that perfume request a little over a minute ago.
Quick question. Just how wrecked would you be if you unknowingly used perfume during an event? Like say, the gala with Starscream.
You think the mechs would jump on you the moment the opportunity arises, or would they suffer in silence until you leave oooooooor inevitably enter a secluded closet with a mech intent on getting pounded to oblivion?
Oh! You think if they DID know, but just wanted to be a tease?
I can see Starscream and Galas working out very different ways.
Firstly. If you are completely unaware of the effect it has on cybertronians, you wouldn't even make it to the gala before starscream is undressing you.
But if by chance it's when you get to the gala and you pull out a small little bottle of perfume and apply it you'll have mech left right and centre having their helms snap in your direction trying to figure out where the scent is coming from. Starscream is very quick to hiss as everyone to back off, and they know very well he will fight if it comes down to it. So there are a lot of very horny mechs prowling around the gala waiting for a chance to try and snap you up. Starscream, on the other hand, has a servo clamped on your thigh and keeping you flush against his plating until he can find a chance to make an exist with you.
Starscream's wings flared as the intoxicating scent curled through the air. The cloying perfume of his little consort was turning the collective of mechs into hungry optics behind glasses of high grade, energex, and crystal wines. A dangerous snarl rumbled from the Seeker's engine as he watched them edging ever closer to 'His' human, His plating flared protectively as Rabat leaned in to murmur something oily to him about you.
"Back. Away. Now," Starscream grated through clenched denta, taloned servos clenching tightly on your thigh as ruby optics bore into other members of the council.
Scooping his pet into a protective hold, Starscream bared sharpened denta at the encroaching mechs. "The next mechanism to overstep will learn precisely why the Vosian Senate values its Ariel skills. And why you do not wish to challange a Seeker" His powerful thrusters whistle as they power up. Most of the mechs back down, not wishing to challenge the Chancellor.
He will whisk you away into some back room and pin you up against a wall, lips on your skin the moment you are both alone, he'll let out a loud snarl if anyone tries to enter the room becuase they can smell the perfume. All I can say is you learn your lesson not to put perfume on at Galas or events like this. But every now and then you will sneak it on to watch the way his wings flutter in delight when he catches divine scent of the perfume on your skin. He will glare at you but not say anything. But you know, later that night, you're getting the pounding of your life for teasing him at the gala.
Another scenario is that Starscream gets you to put it on, on purpose becuase he likes tormenting the other mechs at the events, watching them look around paranoid each time he walks past with you perched on his shoulder plating. Sometimes, he will even just turn off his nasal response so he can enjoy the show of watching everyone suffer from the perfume, knowing they can't touch you. And other times, he will see how long he can last before he needs to take you. In conclusion, Starscream is a prick who likes flaunting you in front of other mechs, and then having his way with you after. He's a prick like that, but he's also very attentive lover once you get past that hard exterior of expecting everyone to offline him.
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This fragment will be more about the closeness and connection of titan!Orion and cityspeaker!D-16. Ever since he found the titan, D-16 has had to keep him at bay, legends said that titans used to be quiet but Orion was the opposite of what he said. His curiosity knew no bounds…
-Do you want me to sneak into the archive? No way - said D-16 while he was on Orion's shoulder who was listening to his plan.
-Come on my friend, I need to know more… - said Orion looking at D-16 more closely.
-Is my information not enough for you? I told you that the Primes were defeated and the Titans were extinguished? That so far you break the exception - said D-16 remaining thoughtful. The truth is that Orion tried to remember what had happened to him and how he had ended up in a cave. But sneaking into the file would cause him to lose several posts or be executed. Then he saw a pair of digits holding them carefully to get a closer look. Orion was putting on some large optics and quivering a little on his lip - No, no that's a dangerous thing you're asking me to do. Then Orion was getting up making the ground shake and D-16 held on tight to his digits - Wait, wait where are you going?
-I'll go in and get the information, I don't think it's…
-Are you crazy? You can't a lot of Cybertronians would be terrified, along with the chaos that would ensue. You're not like the others you understand? - said D-16 seriously to see Orion's face somewhat saddened. D-16 thought he was again trying to get away with something but it seemed to be something different. It was like something deeper, he saw him look lost.
-You know, D-16… If the energon returns to the planet you wouldn't have to suffer in a mine, you would have a better chance and I would find out about my past… about my people. I can't sit still,” said Orion then felt a small servo touching his faceplate, causing Orion to feel some calm and close his optics in a moment.
-Look, I understand that you feel lonely but now you have me for anything, Pax - said D-16 smiling a little - Well, this time I will do what you ask for this time. Orion's face lit up immediately upon hearing D-16's words before he quickly pulled him close to his chest, crushing him against him a bit, causing D to try to pull away without success. -Oh I knew I could count on you, D. We can choose to be better bots, come on let's change the future together! -Pax…
-I want to hear you loud! A better future!
-Pax! - said D-16 while he was being squeezed by Orion's strength. Orion loosened up a bit cradling D-16 in his servos - Sorry D, I have to learn to control my own strength.
-Of course you are very clueless but at least you are tolerable unlike other bots,” said D-16 as Orion smiled smugly.
-I'm glad you think so, my friend. And as a thank you I'll let you see what I have in me,” said Orion somewhat mischievously making D-16 blush a little at hearing him.
-But what are you saying? I'd better go to the archive,” said D-16 quickly leaving the cave. Orion just stared at him leaving keeping his smile, the idea was to annoy him a little bit but maybe in the future he could do it.
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KinkTober #7: Biting and Virgin (Transformers Megatron/Starscream)
Virgin D-16 learns a bit more about his frame
Starscream assists because he's experienced.
Fanfic below 👇
Lessons in Leadership
By: Peace _Through_Empathy (SeekerWingzCG)
Once the guard had settled in at Kaon, Megatron began making plans. He wasn't sure what was going to happen and honestly, he was mildly in panic. It didn't help that he saw his friend die right before his eyes.
The day had been long, but he had had worse. Not emotionally, but physically. His mind kept him busy. He wasn't sure if he could stand being idle after the recent events.
He sat in a throne that his followers forged and tried focusing on his tasks at hand. He had so much planning to do and he kept thinking back on the mistakes he had made. There was no going back now. Sitting and waiting for change never did a thing. He had to reassure himself that he was indeed making the proper decision.
Starscream, after settling in as well, came to him. He was shocked by Megatron's recent behavior to say the least, but he would admit that it impressed him. This miner sure could win a crowd. Not to mention the new feelings that welled up inside of him when that younger and stronger mech’s servos squeezed around his neck.
The simple thought of the incident had his engines begin to warm up. Those large, strong servos. As embarrassing as it was to think about, he truly did want them caressing something else.
“Hello, Starscream. What do you need?” Megatron said, datapad being sat to his side. He, too, had felt a sensation when he held him down. His cannon instinctively revealing itself. It wasn't the only thing that pressurized. What about this got his energon flowing and spark going wild?
Trying to keep calm, he walked closer. Luckily no one was around. Starscream had his chance to speak one-on-one with him, “Well, I'm here to talk about what happened…” Starscream's voice still scratchy and glitchy from the beating he received.
Megatron began to feel the pressure under his panel and chuckled with a smirk, “I have grown sick and tired of being pushed around by authorities. I was simply showing you that I had the power to overthrow this planet.” He said, thinking hard on Starscream's voice. It echoed back his domination over him every time Starscream spoke, his voice a symbol of his growing power.
To Megatron's surprise, Starscream smirked back, “If I may be so bold, and I indeed am, I suggest you learn a thing or two from someone who has been a leader before. You need a few lessons in leadership.”
“So you are coming back for round two? I put you in your place once, don't think I won't do it again.” It was becoming hard to think again and he had never used his interface equipment before, but it was burning with desire.
Starscream was experienced and regardless of if Megatron knew it or not, his vents were humming and his face was darkening, “Actually, that sounds fantastic.”
Megatron heard the difference in his voice and it only turned him on even more. He didn't understand what Starscream wanted exactly, but he wasn't sure what he wanted either, “What are you suggesting, Starscream?”
Starscream laughed out loud, “What else would I be suggesting? I see the way you're looking at me. Don't lie to yourself. You're aroused. I can almost smell it. I do want to talk about what happened. Not because I believe I deserve another beating per se, but I believe you've never, how shall I put this… Have you ever used your interface equipment? You are much younger than I and I propose a lesson or two in learning more about yourself. What makes you tick.”
Megatron sighed and growled a bit under his breath. He was right. Should he allow this or not? He assumed he would let his instincts guide his frame and-
His spike bounced free, throbbing and twitching with the cold bite from the air against it. He hadn't expected that exactly, but began playing along, “Come and show me, then. Teach me what you know about being a leader.”
Starscream smirked, letting free a fanged tooth as he made sure to be as seductive looking as possible. He made his way over and laid each servo on his knee joints. “Eager, aren't we?”
Megatron's venting hitched up and he was beginning to pant heavily. He had been defeated in a way that he had not minded, “I've never overloaded before…” he ex-vented through gritted denta and his hips jerked with anticipation.
Starscream looked up at him and chuckled, “I assumed you were untouched. You miners never get the privacy you're required to explore your frames. You're ready to blow, aren't you? Look at that spike. So drippy and gorgeous. So fresh and new. And it's all mine.”
He had never paid attention to other mechs in the washracks before so he was unsure of his size being adequate but as Starscream marveled at it, he assumed it was enough. Maybe it was far more than enough, “Show me what I'm missi-”
Starscream bounded forward with hunger and a groan and licked up the shaft to the base, passionately. Megatron let out a choking moan as sensation sparked up his spike. These things he had never felt before were causing him to uncontrollably moan and he wished that he could desperately whimper, but he couldn't let his facade slip. Not in front of Starscream. His servo drifted to his mouth as he bit a digit.
Starscream continued to lick and suck the side of his shaft, ridges and nodes being caressed by his glossa’s embrace. He couldn't help but see his digit being bitten and stopped for a moment, “Are you already close, my dear?” He purred, “If you wish to make noise, go right ahead. No one is in the vicinity. Don't be afraid to look weak. Interface brings out the desperation and need in us all. Let it go.”
Megatron couldn't help himself. He grabbed Starscream's helm and whined a pathetic, drawn out whine. His hips arched and said whine evolved into gruff moans, “I-I can't tell if I'm close. I don't know what it feels like.” He sighed and felt the tip of his spike become enveloped by Starscream's lips and his grip on his helm tightened.
Starscream slid himself up and down the tip of Megatron's spike before pulling off, “Oh you'll know. You'll feel like you can't take it anymore and you'll crest over. Your spike will feel a pulsing pleasure better than anything you've ever felt before.”
Megatron groaned and squinted his optics shut. This was wonderful. He felt the pleasure building inside of him and knew exactly what Starscream meant now, “O-Ohh, I am close…” his spike twitched around and before he knew it, Starscream moved down to the hilt, causing Megatron to arch and yelp.
He whimpered and felt his spike begin pulsing. Every sensor lit up and he began shooting a huge load of transfluid down Starscream's throat. “I- I'm overloading! Ah-oooh, frag…”
Starscream swallowed as best as he could, valve fluttering, so swollen against his panels. He pulled off after choking a bit and allowed the hot, pink streams to shoot against his face. He smiled and looked up at him, glossa sticking out and covered in fluids.
Megatron, once more allowed his senses to give way and stood, grabbing Starscream by the arm and pushing him face first into his throne. Megatron was still hard and leaned him over and began rutting against his aft, “Open.”
Starscream moaned and looked over his shoulder at him, “Mmn, make me, Megatron.~”
Megatron pushed him down further and grabbed for a wing, biting it, causing energon to dribble from the puncture points.
Starscream howled as his panels snapped open, “Ooh, yess-! Take me! Oh, do it as hard as you'd like! Hmmm, and keep biting me! Frrr-” Starscream trembled and as if his begging worked, Megatron's spike entered him and he began thrusting immediately.
He could feel the oversensitivity building another fast overload in him as Starscream's pretty plush valve tightened around his unit. He pumped in and out harder and eventually went all the way in. He could feel his spike hitting the back of his valve and almost petting his tip. His spike was in a state of bliss.
Another loud moan left Starscream, “C’mon, bite me again! Please!”
He had completely forgotten about what Starscream wanted while in his state of ecstasy. “Ooh, only because you beg so nicely. Ohh, your valve is so good, Starscream. You will serve me well-”
Starscream whined and felt Megatron begin biting at his wings, speeding his hips pace. His valve was aching with need. In a moment he was going to need it. He was getting close as well.
With a few more thrusts, Megatron felt his own overload building to his tip. The sensitivity caused his control to lessen. The sensitive cables on Starscream's neck were visible so leaning him over further, he grabbed them in his denta like a feral animal, yanking him backwards to hold him in place. He thrusted as quickly and hard as he could, leaving Starscream a whimpering mess underneath him.
The sting on his neck cables and the rough tug caused his overload to rip through him with a relieved, tremble-ridden moan. Fluids shot from his valve and Megatron could feel its tightening grip. All of the stimulation and recognition of his overload caused another overload to burst from Megatron in another fit of groans.
Once they both began to cool down, Starscream grabbed an unsubspaced cloth and cleaned his face, “Well, you did a great job for your first time. I'd love to be your second. Anyway, really, if you need help leading, drop a com request and I will offer my assistance.”
“I will- keep that in mind. Thank you for helping me relieve some tension. I can better focus on my tasks without my needs getting in the way. Come back in a while and we'll talk battle plans. For now, I need to think about the day's events.”
Starscream smirked and nodded. He was definitely telling the rest of the guard about what he had just experienced.
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I need more of Megatron being a terrible father.
I need Soundwave realizing that Buddy will never be safe on Nemisis and creates a plan for her to escape, entirely against her will. She has been raised that the worst thing you can do is betray Megatron. She's terrified of what will happen to her if she leaves.
I need Soundwave to throw her at the autobots through a ground bridge with a bow on top and a sticker thar says handle with care.
I need buddy to be freaking the fuck out for the next few days while she's with the autobots.
I need Optimus and Ratchet to be low-key (high key) horrified at what has become of her. How funny little buddy who liked to read and the color purple now can't look anyone in the eye.
I need the rest of the autobots being EXTREMELY warry of her because she's MEGATRONS KID
And I need Bulkhead to just move a little too quickly in her direction, and she just crumbles to the floor begging for mercy. I need them to know exactly how shitty of a father Megatron is.
Bonus points if Miko asks about her daddy issues.
Bonus bonus points for Optimus learning that before Megatron came back and did drugs, Buddy was in charge and was trying to reach them for peace negotiations and mentally slamming his head against the wall.
Tis here! After hours of editing and writing... the second part to Megatron's daughter!
Thank you to everyone who has posted their comments about the last one, it means a lot!
Hope you enjoy!
Megatron's daughter with the opposite personality: Soundwave's Plan part 2
SFW, Platonic, ANGST, You have been warned!, Hurt and Comfort, Cybertronain reader
TFP
It took longer than expected but Soundwave finally found one night where everything could fall into place. His plan would act.
Megatron and Starscream had left the Nemesis to look over some energon tunnels, leaving the Nemesis without its leader.
Without anyone competent on the cameras.
Carefully, he put a loop schedule on the cameras as he made his way to Buddy’s room.
The mini was in deep sleep, exhausted from the recovery of her injuries.
It wasn’t wise to get her out of the med bay like this, but what choice did he have. At this rate, Megatron was going to want to train her while she is recovering.
Buddy still had some fresh dents and welding marks littered across her frame. Knockout refused to mess with them until the next day to avoid further armor complications.
Soundwave carefully picked up his niece and headed out the door.
Thankfully Buddy was an extremely heavy sleeper in recovery. If she were awake now during the escape, she surely would have thrown a fit about all of this.
He created a groundbridge and stepped through it, the cool night of the dessert greeted him when he stepped out.
Buddy was still out cold.
Soundwave hoped that the fake emergency signal he sent out would reach the Autobots soon, he was already betting so much with Buddy and the position of the Nemesis like this.
Another groundbrigde opened behind him a couple feet away.
Optimus and Ratchet come out of the groundbrigde.
Optimus with his blaster at the ready with Ratchet holding his med kit in one servo.
“Soundwave?”--Optimus
Soundwave turning around with Buddy in his arms.
Both Autobots optics go wide.
“Is… is that—”--Ratchet
“Buddy?”--Optimus
Soundwave nods slightly and begins to walk forward.
The Autobots tensing up a bit.
“I—come here—in—peace.”—Soundwave
“And how can we trust you?”—Ratchet
“You—don’t.”--Soundwave
Soundwave walks towards the Prime and stops in front of him.
Ratchet takes a look at Buddy, servos slightly shaking seeing the dents and welding marks.
“What is this? What happened?”--Ratchet
“Buddy—not—safe—on the Nemesis.”--Soundwave
“What do you mean she isn’t safe on the Nemesis? She’s Megtron’s daughter who would be daft enough to—”--Ratchet
Soundwave gently pushes her to Primes arms.
Prime reflexively cradles Buddy’s frame closer to him.
“Why did you call us Soundwave? Surely, if this is about Buddy’s health, Megatron would have—”--Optimus
“Megatron—did this.”--Soundwave
“…What?”--Optimus
“Megatron—hurt her. Too much—damage done. Buddy—not safe—on—Nemesis. I—cannot keep—her—safe. Prime can—keep her—safe.”--Soundwave
“…Megatron hurt her… Do you mean to tell us all this damage was Megatron’s doing?”--Optimus
Soundwave nods silently and turns walking away.
“Wait so you’re just going to leave her!?”--Ratchet
Soundwave stops for a moment.
“Buddy—not safe. Buddy—safe—with Prime.”--Soundwave
Soundwave gives one last glance to Buddy’s sleeping form before going through his groundbridge.
Ratchet and Optimus are stun in silence fully rerestarting the words.
Buddy yawns a bit and snuggles closer to Prime’s chassis.
Prime instinctively holds her closer.
Both Autobots are furious and worried over their niece.
“Bulkhead, open up the groundbrigde. We are bringing in someone.”--Ratchet
The three of them returned and everyone was immediately swarming the Prime holding an injured minibot. Everyone is curious about them. The kids are especially curious. This bot was smaller than Arcee, much closer to their size.
Arcee looks at a scratched up Decepticon logo.
Her blasters go up.
“Woah! Woah! Woah! Arcee what are you doing!?”--Bulkhead
“That’s a Con! Why did you bring them here!?”--Arcee
Buddy yawns a bit and begins to open her optics slowly.
“Primus… that hurt… note to self, get a—”--Buddy
Buddy looks up at the very blur optics staring right back at her.
Buddy slowly looks around at the Autobots around her, especially the one with the blaster trained on her chassis.
“Primus tell me this is a dream…”--Buddy
Buddy patting the ends of Optimus’s digits slowly.
They aren’t sharp…
They aren’t sharp!
“OH PRIMUS THIS IS REAL!”--Buddy
Buddy somehow jumps out of the Prime’s servos and starts running to the door.
“Get her!”--Arcee
Smokescreen tries to tackle her down, but she sidesteps making him crash into a wall.
Arcee tries to fire a blast at her, but Optimus immediately puts the blaster down.
“Stand down everyone!”--Optimus
“But Prime—”--Arcee
“Stand down!”--Optimus
Everyone, even Buddy in the corner stops.
Optimus turns to Buddy who is shaking in the corner staring right back at him.
Ratchet is the first to make a move and slowly walks to Buddy.
Buddy tries to press herself more into the wall as ratchet stops in front of her.
“…Hello Buddy…”--Ratchet
“…Dr. Ratchet?”--Buddy
Ratchet gives her a tired smile.
“I’m going to look at some of your welding’s and dents. Is that okay?”--Ratchet
Buddy stops for a moment before nodding her helm, slowly sinking down to the floor letting Ratchet make a few checks on the wounds.
Buddy asks what she is doing on their base.
Something that everyone wants to know.
Optimus tells them about Soundwave’s visit.
How Soundwave wanted Buddy to stay with Prime as the Nemesis was no longer safe for her.
Buddy is in deep denial.
There was no way that Soundwave would do that.
Not after everything they went through.
But the more she thought about it… the more it made sense.
Soundwave wanted her to be safe, and he thought that Optimus was going to keep her safe.
Many bots looked uneasy at her.
They had a good reason too.
This was Megatron’s daughter after all.
What if Megatron came knocking on their door with bombs demanding the sparkling back?
Buddy is granted refuge by Optimus despite some opinions.
The tensions in the base were thick.
Buddy stuck by Ratchet’s side the entire time.
No one wanted anything to do with her, which she understood.
Something that she wasn’t expecting was one of the humans to come up to her and try and kick her pede.
Buddy cleaning some of Ratchet’s tools.
CLANG!
Buddy looks down to see an angry human girl looking at her.
“That was for Raf!”--Miko
“What is this ‘Raf’?”--Buddy
“You’re dad nearly killed him!”--Miko
Buddy looks at the smaller human boy semi hiding behind the taller human boy.
She hangs her head a bit.
“I am truly sorry for my… father’s actions young Raf.”--Buddy
Miko, Jack, and Raf look surprised by the apology.
“Yeah, well a sorry isn’t—”--Miko
“It’s okay.”--Raf
“It is?”--Buddy
“It is!”--Miko
“Yeah, it happened a while ago, but you didn’t have anything to do with it, right?”--Raf
Buddy looking slightly horrified.
“Of course not! I would never want to hurt your indigenous population on purpose or with any malicious intent!”--Buddy
“…wow…”--Jack
“You don’t seem to be related to old Bucket head.”--Miko
“Well… you wouldn’t be completely wrong. He found me in the streets of Kaon in a trash bin.”--Buddy
“So, you’re a dumpster baby?”--Miko
“Miko!”--Jack
“I suppose so. Miko… is that your designation?”--Buddy
“Yep! You know… you don’t exactly fit the Con description. Like at all. One your small—”--Miko
“I’m taller than you, though.”--Buddy
“Yet, Arcee has more height on you.”--Jack
“Arcee? Was that the one who—”--Buddy
“Tried to put more holes in you? Yeah, I’m Jack by the way.”--Jack
“Pleasure to meet you, Jack. My designation is Buddy.”--Buddy
“Wait really? I thought Ratchet said that to calm you down. Coming from Megs kid, I’d think that you’d be named something like ‘Skullcrusher’ or ‘Smash’ or something threatening.”—Miko
“Orion actually gave me the name.”—Buddy
“Orion? Wait as in…”----Jack
The kids and Buddy looking across the room at Optimus and Bumblebee talking.
“Yep.”—Buddy
Miko plopping down in front of Buddy.
“All right spill the lore!”—Miko
“What’s lore?”—Buddy
Things slowly became less tense with the kids acting as an olive branch.
The first ones to come around were Bumblebee and Smokescreen.
It only made sense being that Buddy was near the same age as the two.
The three of them would chat about human media and the latest movies they watched with the kids.
Buddy became very fond of the movie nights the kids would put up.
“Hey, it’s my turn to sit there!”—Smokescreen
Buddy sitting right behind the kids to watch the projector.
“I’m shorter so I get to sit here.I wouldn’t be able to see anything with your big helms in the way. Its only logical.”—Buddy
Miko hoping into Buddy’s lap with a blanket to ‘cover' them both.
“Aww. C’mon! Bee?”—Smokescreen
Bumblebee laying on his side slightly behind Buddy with Raf laying down on his helm with a yellow blanket.
“Beep boop bep beep (You snooze you loose, Smokescreen)”—Bumblebee
Smokescreen laying down, slightly sulking behind Buddy, with Jack slightly leaning on him with a pillow on his head.
“Traitor.”--Smokescreen
“Act you age Smokescreen.”--Buddy
“Wait who is the older one here anyways?”--Raf
“That would be Smokescreen. Bumblebee is the youngest one out of the three of us.”--Buddy
“So, you’re the middle child?”--Miko
“Yes?”—Buddy
Strangely, Magnus and Arcee where the next ones to fall.
It was all thanks to Buddy trying to prove that she wasn’t here for anything malicious.
The two had decided to do some training with the minibot.
They were surprised to see how well the mini could move so quickly and so fast.
Whatever training Buddy had previously was good.
Buddy dodging another attack from Arcee.
“That’s enough. Training is over.”--Magnus
Buddy huffing a bit.
“You tired already? Would have figured that you had more in you.”--Arcee
“You wish Arcee. You barely touched me this time.”--Buddy
“This time. Wait till next time.”--Arcee
Buddy smiling a bit before turning to Magnus, straightening her back struts a bit.
“Ultra Magnus, sir?”--Buddy
“The training was adequate. You need to learn how to attack faster at your opponent’s weak spots.”--Magnus
“I will do my best sir.”--Buddy
Magnus giving a small smile before leaving the room.
Buddy smiling a bit, trying to ignore the shaking servos when she left the room.
Bulkhead and Wheeljack were the last to fall.
It was all thanks to Miko.
Miko had been trying for a while to get them to play with Buddy.
Wheeljack flat out refused to work with Buddy, still thinking that this could have all been some sort of elaborate trick.
Bulkhead was a bit more open minded, but he backed Wheeljack up.
But after a bit of convincing, she managed to get them to play at least one game with her.
And it worked.
Bulkhead soon became another friend of Buddy’s while Wheeljack followed closely behind.
Optimus walking through the base with his data pad in his servo.
He turns the corner to hear laughter coming out of one of the rooms.
He peaks in to see Buddy and his two Wreckers playing, having a great time.
He manages to catch Buddy smiling.
A smile he hadn’t seen in a long, long time.
He turns and continues his walk.
Optimus and Ratchet obviously trusted Buddy right off the bat.
They knew their niece well.
But that didn’t shake the memory of Soundwave telling them that Megatron had laid his servo on Buddy.
Ratchet was absolutely fuming with anger.
How dare a father even consider doing such a horrendous act to their own sparkling!?
Optimus really wanted to fight Megatron.
He almost felt the same way as he did when Raf had gotten exposed to the dark energon.
In a way they both feel like they had failed.
What if scenarios popped up more with Buddy around.
The duo did their best to get Buddy to open up about her time on the Nemesis.
So far it had been snippets here and there, nothing major, but it was something.
Optimus, Ratchet, and Buddy looking at some coding in the empty base.
Buddy stops for a second.
“Buddy? You found something important?”--Ratchet
“It’s just…when fath—when Megatron left to space for those years on Earth, I was put in charge of the Decepticon army.”--Buddy
Ratchet’s optics widen a bit.
Optimus is not too surprised by this news.
“I—I tried to get in contact with you… I wanted to negotiate peace between our two factions, for good.”--Buddy
Optimus optics widen now.
“I—I figured it could be the one good thing I could do on the forsaken ship… I should have tried harder to—”--Buddy
Optimus hugs Buddy close.
Buddy’s optics become blurry with tears.
“Oh…oh Buddy…”--Ratchet
Ratchet rubs circles on Buddy’s back as she racks a sob on Optimus’s chassis.
The Prime holds her close to his spark, wishing he could take away her pain so badly.
They knew they needed to talk more about this to Buddy, but they never seemed to find the right time.
Until the truth revealed its ugly head.
Miko was on Buddy’s shoulder trying to show her a new photo that she took not too long ago.
Buddy didn’t notice Bulkhead behind them.
He wanted to get Miko to go help her with her guitar lessons.
The only things Buddy recognized was a dark shadow and a fast-moving servo.
It was too quick.
Buddy soon found herself cradling Miko close to her chassis with her back towards the offender.
She waited for the blow.
She felt sick when she didn’t feel the blow.
Maybe it was because the only thing Buddy could feel and hear where the loud hums of her spark going haywire.
She didn’t notice Miko furiously hitting her armor trying to snap her out of it.
She didn’t notice the sudden crowd around.
She did notice someone trying to take Miko away.
She tightens her grip on the human but making sure not to hurt her. That was the last thing she ever wanted to do.
It took a minute to try and get Buddy to calm down.
Buddy felt awful for the sudden panic.
Buddy sitting on the med slab looking at Miko who was in her servos.
“I’m so sorry for that.”--Buddy
“Buddy you’ve already apologized, anyways it’s okay.”--Miko
“No it’s not. That should have… it won’t happen again.”--Buddy
“It was my fault Buddy. Maybe if I hadn’t moved so fast.”—Bulkhead
Buddy looking at Bulkhead’s sorrowful optics.
“No Bulkhead it wasn’t you. You just looked a little like… The shadow reminded me of…”--Buddy
“Megatron?”--Ratchet
Buddy flinches a bit, but nods.
Silence.
Miko patting Buddy’s servo.
“When you came to the base all hurt, that was him wasn’t it.”--Miko
Buddy nods slowly.
“I… I think its about time you guys knew what happened. From the beginning. Optimus? Will you help me in the parts I don’t remember?”--Buddy
Optimus placing a servo on Buddy’s shoulder.
“Of course.”—Optimus
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Dating the Transformers Decepticon Boys.
Some little headcanons for some of the boys.
Shockwave:
Small hand in big hand, small hand in big hand!
Shockwave is reserved. Once in a relationship with you he has to come to terms with the emotions he thought he would never feel again. So he takes his time in coming to know both you and these new ideas and feelings that are surrounding him.
He's horny.
Despite being alone most of the time and focusing on his sciences, Shockwave will not pass up a single opportunity to get down in the berth. At first he would not interface at all, but now he likes to get in time at least once every couple of days, a week at most.
He's jealous. Easily too.
Another emotion he isn't used to it jealously, so when someone does something to turn that switch, whether it be talking, staring, or touching, he will lose it.
Everyone is already pretty scared of him, like Soundwave, he doesn't need to say or do much to make a point. But he will strain his stance above yours and shadow you with his structure. He'll burn his look into their soul until they get the hint and scurry.
His love language is gifts. He loves to present you with his projects and make different things for you. And he won't say it, but he will cherish every little trinket you bring him in return.
Behind closed doors when his work is put out of the way he is very affectionate. He wouldn't say it but he never thought you'd want him in a berth because of his lack of s left arm. But you two got around it and you make sure to nestle little compliments into your conversations.
Knockout:
One hundred percent the guy who will come around behind you as you use his tools and guide your hands while whispering the instructions in your ear.
A tease.
He loves to drop subtle hints around the Nemesis and will kiss you around the hallways.
Everytime you come back from a mission he urges you to the medbay and will look all over you for scratches or dents. Same before you leave, he wants to make sure those puny Autobots see his sparkmate at their best.
He is a tease, but he doesn't have as high a sex drive as someone like Predaking or Makeshift for example. He enjoys a good frag, but blow jobs under the operating table are his favorite kind of intimacy.
He is very jealous. Not in an insecure way, he is very sure in his image. However, he doesn't like when others make sly compliments about your frame. Sure, they can tell you how amazing your paint is or the curve of your hips, but if it's anything explicit he will be very upset. He'll threaten them with his blades, "If you want one so bad, why don't I give you a new look!" Or something along those lines.
If he's feeling more chill and sly, he'll walk over during the conversation and slip his servo against your hip plating. He'll caress your waist and watch with the smirk of the devil as the mech or femme slowly comes to realization.
He loves when you compliment him. His love language is words of affirmation and gifts, so you'll find a miniature version of his vehicle mode next to your bed or some other kind of trinket.
Predaking:
Very, very, very protective.
He makes sure to put any unworthy mech or femme in their place. The second anyone - even Megatron looks at you funny it is on.
He has a very high sex drive and will often leave you locked in your berth for hours just so he can love on you. He's mindful of your body however. He'll make sure to mark you his up and down your frame from your neck cables to your ankles.
He was eager to learn about you when he met you. He found an instant attraction and his long dormant mating protocols would roar to life every time you looked his way.
He will court you with shiny objects he finds. Often bringing back sharp scrap metal or rocks. He adores giving you gifts, but touch is his love language.
He could sit in his bed and hold you close until the world exploded. As long as you are with him he feels at peace and confident.
He was very shy around you at first. He wasn't a clumsy doufas, but he would show off his strength by straightening his stance and glaring down other mechs. He enjoyed showing off his beast form in front of you and would act so confident and put together. The second you opened a conversation with him. The poor boy couldn't put a sentance together he was so embarrassed and nervous.
Predaking is un-fucking-touchable. When the Vehicons or the commanders see the markings along your frame they steer clear. If any unlucky 'con is so dumb enough to get on Predaking's turf and even attempt to court his mate it's over. There is no point in running. Death in inevitable.
Either that or he will beat them to near death.
Once your back in his arms he'll hold you close the rest of the day and growl lowly at anyone who comes near.
The only person he trusts to be around you is Shockwave. As a predacon he is constantly in protect mode and anything that is his will be protected until he dies.
Megatron:
Megatron took a liking to you quickly. You caught his eye with how fluent you were with your tasks and how reputable you were on the battlefield.
Only the most powerful and fit can be his mate, and he thought you were perfect. So, he decided you were his. He wasn't exactly sure how to get your attention or how to work a relationship all that well. So he just started telling the vehicons you were his until you found out. When confronted with the facts he seemed only slightly embarrassed and more confused. "Yes..?"
You told him you'd think about it so Megatron let it be. Manz is impatient as fuck. He was so head over heels for you that if you couldn't make your mind then he would court you.
Poems. Poems. Poems. EVERYWHERE.
He would leave them on your desk, in your room, anywhere he knew you would see it. With respect of the vehicons because if they caught him being such a simp it would end his career.
He doesn't have the highest sex drive, but he enjoys fragging as much as the next 'con. Once he gets you in his room he will keep you there until he sees fit for you to leave. And whatever happens in that time happens.
He's also less of a jealous person and more protective. If someone makes s suggestive move or talks to you in a certain way he will act. Commanding and assured he will back them off and get you in his arms to protect you.
His love language is words of affirmation. He will praise you when you have done something good and you do so in return. He definitely enjoys it.
Starscream:
I can't decide between these two so I will leave them here... He is either super horny all the time, or, like Megatron he has a lower sex drive but once in the berthroom it can last quite a while. Round after round.
He gets flustered around you easily. He'll stammer and try to appear smaller and more innocent like he does when he is in trouble with Megatron.
Once he gets his hands on you however he is a tease to Cybertron and back. He will whisper words in your ears while you work or give your aft a pinch as you're walking by.
He doesn't hide your relationship either. Every seeker that exists knows of you two. He's not afraid to be open and deliberate about how you two are.
Therefore, most on the Nemesis are aware you are taken and busy themselves elsewhere. Those few who do might just get away with it.
Starscream is the most jealous out of everyone on the Nemesis. He is very insecure about himself and everything in general. All he is confident in are his dumb plans and his backstabbing ways.
Of a much larger mech attempted to court you he might just leave you to handle it. You're capable of saying no right? And if you don't then he'll be spark broken.
If it's a Vehicon or a seeker he will feel much more confident in himself. Often times using his rank to boss people away from you and back to work. But when he can't hide behind his rank he gets much more nervous. Overall, you're kind of on your own if things get physical.
"You scratch my back, I scratch yours," His love language is definitely acts of service/favors, and words of affirmation. He loathes getting praises and is a sucker for the treatment. But he also enjoys doing favors for something in return, and vice versa.
Soundwave:
An absolute cuddle bug in bed. When no one is looking he'll scoop you up in his large arms and hug you against his chest.
He never confessed his attraction, you came to him. He refused to confess, but he would leave you sweet notes and quotes from popular poems whenever he could.
He acts cold and distant but you know better. Soundwave isn't a mech who is known for his emotions. He does not speak and you are not an exception. The relationship can often feel one-sided and conversation is limited, but you find peace in it.
Your relationship is way underground and no one even suspects that the two of you are into each other. So when someone asks you out nervously on a date, you couldn't blame the guy.
Soundwave isn't jealous. He has learned to work around his emotions and has very good control over his outbursts. So before you respond he'll reply, "Negative." In a deep, almost threatening voice. Usually followed by you apologizing and explaining you are already taken and going about your business.
It's simple.
But if you are defied and they continue to push, he'll simply get Laserbeak to chase him away for a while.
You are very appreciative of Soundwave and all that he does for you. He love to kiss his faceplate and around his collar fins. And he enjoys it. He'll lean info you and purr happily as you kiss along his jaw.
Soundwave's love language can differ from time to time, but he most enjoys quality time with you. Even if he's working and drowned out in tasks he enjoys the presence you bring to the cold room. If your rambling on he'll do his best to listen.
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Apologies for any spelling mistakes :/
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G1 Wheeljack with human reader who conducts silly little experiments like Nilered does :3
Ex: https://youtu.be/LmAG8-V_WQY?si=1EU4d5B6NLclxKJh
https://youtu.be/NIVkBs7oWDI?si=Oyuj50EpNKTFycfH
WHEELJACK.READER
hi foxy!! how dare you make me learn chemistry/j
"Alright, kid. You can go right ahead and ignore that flask. Don't, worry. It's not gonna pop. So, what we want to do is—"
It did, indeed, pop. Vehemently, too. An explosion rattled the laboratory. More specifically, from the same flask he told you to ignore and now the entire room is cloaked with...dust? Yellow, jaundice dust floating around, opaque and thick.
You blink and hacked, flapping a hand to clear away the smog. You make out Wheeljack's silhouette amidst the daze. He's also trying to clear out the air with his servos, vents chuffing, equivalent of a sneeze.
"That's. That's suppose to happen, right?"
His 'gills', or that's what you call it, at least, flares up as he spoke. He's still clutching the green vial in his hand.
"What's suppose to happen?"
"The explosion? The dust? Half of the base's missing a left wing?"
"Oh, yeah. That." He scratches his helm, humming, swivelling around. As you said, there would be — a good chunk of the room had been blown off. How the two of you managed to survive that was beyond him.
"Could be because I set the burner too high."
You narrowed your eyes. "The manual said minimal, at most, though."
You weren't even sure if he was aware a manual existed, in the first place.
"Hm?" He snaps to you, blue optics widening a little. " It said minimal? Swore, I read it as maximum..."
"How did you even—"
The laboratory was unceremoniously barged through. A dark silhouette of red emerges from the fog. Perceptor skids across the floor, hacking and flapping a servo to clear the air as he scampered towards you.
" What is the meaning of this?" He's on the verge of strangling Wheeljack the moment he sees him. "And, why wasn't the alarm working?!"
"Oh, right. The alarm. Figured I'd used it for spare parts—"
"Spare parts!?"
"We'll put it back, though." Was your assurance and held up what's left of the concocted alarm to his face.
He doesn't seem assured once after skimming across the chunk of wall blown apart and his alarm brutally slaughtered. The sharpshooter stands there, distraught and baffled. His servos twitched and you were sure, if he had his gun, it'd definitely go off.
"What did you do?" His optics dangerously flicker to you and your science buddy..
"An experiment." Wheeljack simply replies. The green vial sloshing as he moves. "Conjuring something the humans would call interesting."
Perceptor is silent but the look on his face clearly says why? But of course, you didn't get the memo and started rambling off. Perceptor is now staring at the blown up wall and simultaneously digesting your words.
"....and, we heated up the white phosphorus, which clearly was set too high on temperature, thanks for that Wheeljack, in order to get Red-P. Then, after — the electroluminescent coating for this stink bomb we are working on—"
"Your what?"
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Hello! I was wondering if I could request a TFP with Optimus prime, wheeljack and Knockout and a reader who’s desperately horny but also stressed but they has have 4th year exams (uni sucks) but they notice just how tense reader is and try to get rid of worries by fucking or teasing reader for each question they gets right? Hope this makes sense English isn’t my first language 😅 thank u
Hey, hope this can distract you from uni for a second. I hope this is what you were looking for I also hope uni gets better or easier for you and don't stress to muchh. Enjoy :)
Pairings: TFP! Optimus Prime x Reader, Wheeljack x Reader, Knockout x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Fem useage for reader, no use of Y/N,
Optimus Prime
He’s so proud of you, answering questions right and actually learning something, he’s the type to pump his digits in you for every correct answer, and if you get through an entire assignment he’ll let you come on his servo.
“Now, answer number two.”
He had you sitting on his lap, legs spread and your back pressed against his front chassis, A servo between your legs, while the other helped you hold the paper up. The words blurring together form the tears in your eyes, you were frustrated. Unable to focus on anything but his digits resting inside you, waiting, waiting for you to get a question right. You opened your mouth, a sigh coming out after you attempted to answer number two. You couldn't get anything out but ‘the’, your question lost in your mind everytime you attempted to speak.
“Come on,”
His voice was gentle, servo giving a little wiggle for encouragement. Which didn’t help, you threw your head back, a tear falling down your cheek. You didn’t want to, you couldn’t actually, you were far to horny to think about anything other than riding him after classes, and now you're here, his digits deep in you, so close to your original thoughts during your classes. You were doomed, he gave you one simple task, answer number two and you couldn’t, your own hands betraying you and letting go of the paper.
“I can’t, I can’t, I just want you.”
Your hips moved to get some sort of friction down there, a simple movement that spoke for you. Your own hands are going to grab at his wrist, trying to move them yourself. You looked up at him, his optics scanning the paper he was still holding, before moving to scan your face, their blue whirling and light glow, causing you to clench around his digits.
“Please, I’ll finish it after.”
You were just trying to get leverage, something that will get him to put the paper down and let you ride him like you're a cowgirl.
“Answer number two, and I'll consider it.”
How cruel, the Leader of the Autobots, being so cruel to you, his lover. You sighed, looking back at the paper and reading the question, you even looked at the next few questions to see if they gave you some hint to what the answer was, but after reading question five, he moved his digits. His thumb moving to circle you clit. You let out a soft moan in response, he was just giving you a little bit of what you wanted, showing you ‘finish this and you'll get what you wanted and you did, answer the questions correctly and given more then two seconds of moment. That was all you needed for motivation, you answered every question and finished the assignment, he let you have it. Digits moving in and out, he brought his other servo to your clit, rubbing slow circles around it. Giving you the perfect amount of friction and penetration, you came in less than five minutes of being done. You would normally be ashamed, but you spent most if not all of your time with his digits just sitting on you, so when given what you wanted you knew it was going to be good. Well, it wasn’t what you originally wanted, but he’ll give you that for passing your upcoming exams. Which to you is enough to study, sleep well, and pay attention in class.
Wheeljack
The type to cockwarm you, Keep you right on the edge, bouncing you every now and then, but giving you a few pumps after every correct question, and won’t let you cum until you know the material or finish everything for the night.
“Come on SweetSpark, I know you know this one.”
A servo on your waist and his spike resting inside you, you were bent over the table, the overhead light casting your shadow down on your papers. The colored out periodic table and the chem book, that cost hundreds, opened to the pages you needed. You had a pen in your hand while your other gripped the edge of the table. Knuckles white on both the pen and the edge of the table. You couldn’t focus on your work, the feeling of being full taking over your mind. You could no longer focus on the basic chem questions for your homework, you had two more whole sections of questions. Jackie had promised you, with each section of questions completed he’d fuck you. He’d pull your waist from his and then slam it back, tightening the knot in your tummy and weakening your knees.
You answered the question, he picked up your answer sheet you gave him. Optics scanning the paper for the question you just answered and then reading the answer to you, you nodded to confirm that's what you had on your paper. He chuckled, servos grabbing at your waist, and pulling you away from him and then pulling you back on his spike.
You registered your forehead on the table, eyes closed tightly as you just let everything out. Moans, whining, gaps, begs, anything that can and will get you closer to finishing.
“Ya almost there Sweetspark. Almost ready to come all over my spike?”
He didn’t let up, pushing you forward and then harshly slamming you back on him. All you could do was nod and let out a muffled moan from biting your lip. You weren’t trying to get a noise complaint from your neighbors, but god did he feel so good.
“Please,”
Your beg trailed off into a moan, your hands gripping at the pen, you last thing grounding you here, to this very moment.
“Yeah? That's so?”
You moved one of your arms, resting your forehead on it instead, while your other hand left the pen in front of you, grabbing at his servo on your waist.
“Come one, You got it, no need to hold back now.”
So you didn’t, two more pumps of his spike and your let go, you rode your high, hips wiggling to keep your high for a little longer, until it died. You let out a soft sigh, you had caught your breath just enough to raise your head up, the reflection of Jackie caught in the window. His optics staring at your body impaled on his spike. Your hands went to p[ick up the pen, ready to do your next section, but he had other plans. His servos moved up from your hips and pulled you back. Your back now pressed against his chassis.
“I don’t think I wanna let you go that quick, Sweets.”
Well, you guess you won’t be finishing your ‘homework’ tonight.
Knockout
I think Knockout is more of a helm resting between your thighs while maybe a digit in you. He mainly sticks to just eating you out. Every correct question he’ll pump his pointer finger in and then give your clit a little suck and a few licks.
“I’m listening, keep going.”
You were reading the chapter to him, the cover of the book being all his optics could see, if he cared to look up from the mess he made of you below. With every few words you'd take a second to breathe. Eyes closing as you attempt to stop them from rolling back constantly. This all was getting out of hand, when you asked him for something to get you to study, you never thought you’d be. You thought maybe he’d just say something about finishing it and then you can watch a movie or get your favorite food, not have him between your legs.
You continued on your reading, the paper with your questions to your right. The word on the book seemed to be getting jumbled, you started to stutter over them, you lifted your free hand to point at the words, your last attempt, before you break down and just ask him to fuck you. It worked, you got the words out and you finished your paragraph, which only took you 15 minutes. You put the book down and picked up your question sheet, reading the last question.
“Why did,”
You paused, giving a dreamy sigh. You were starting to feel like you were on a cloud, head leaning back on the couch.
“Continue or I’ll stop.”
You blinked, picking your head up and going back to reading your questions out loud. You pick up your pencil and start writing out your answer, until you feel him move. Digits moving and a glossa moving over your clit. You gripped the pencil, a whiney moan coming from you. You had to keep writing, the knot in your stomach seeming to be getting tighter and tighter. Your hand moved the pencil in a tight grip, your other hand moving to flip through a few pages and write some more. You wrote your final word and placed a period behind it, releasing a deep sigh as you threw the paper and book to the side.
“I’m done, please, I’ll do anything.”
His movement doesn’t stop, in fact the pace picks up, digits wiggling while his glossa. Your hips buckle towards his movement, chasing your high. You were in this situation for longer than four hours, god did it finally feel good to be able to chase that high. Your hands flew to his helm, trying your best to pull him closer to your pussy. It didn’t seem to last longer than thirty seconds. Your high came like a tsunami, and it was worth it. Finishing your work, simply so you can get off. A great decision, if it didn’t make you so distracted.
#transformers#transformers prime x reader#transformers prime#transformers x reader#tfp x reader#tf x reader#optimus prime#optimus prime x reader#tfp optimus prime#tfp optimus x reader#tfp wheeljack#wheeljack x reader#wheeljack#tfp wheeljack x rader#tfp knockout#knockout#tf knockout
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Hello could I have a oneshot of lost light velocity doing research on humans in preparation for the human liaison joining the lost light and realizing she’s attracted to humans thank you
Velocity X Reader [MTMTE]
In which Ratchet asks one of the medics to learn human sciences after you joined, and Velocity volunteers.
Song - Ecoute Cherie by Vendredi Sure Mer
Reader is: Gender Neutral | Human | Autobot.
Dragging the bookstore blanket along the metal hull floors, a small human groggily marched forwards in nothing but their slippers and a loose outfit they'd thrown on for their appointment with one of the med bots.
A strange appointment, one that was extremely early for your human cycle, but Velocity said you could bring your blanket if you wanted, and so you did.
Most of the usual Cybertronians were in stasis if not on duty during these hours, and the only people you crossed paths with were the not-so-troublesome ones, besides Siren, who'd greeted you with the vocal force of a firetruck.
"Good morning, Velocity...?" You called out into the open room as the doors unlocked for you, draping the blanket over your shoulders like a cape as you continued in, sitting at your usual spot on the examination table. It had a padded cushion on it, something you assumed was for you.
"Oh! Hi!" Her voice peeked around a doorframe before her face did, and she gave a short wave before holding up a finger.
"I'll be right with you; I was just cleaning." While Cybertronian sterilizing techniques were far beyond human capabilities, Velocity insisted on doing it the human way for your visits, and you could hear the running water as she scrubbed through her joints with a bristled brush. You couldn't help but notice it sounded like she was brushing her teeth, an amusing image.
When she walked out, she had a tray with some instruments, a label on the tray handle with your name on it. They were medical tools she'd purchased just for humans. Not only smaller, but also far more familiar to you.
"How did you sleep?" She asked while offering you a warm, wet cloth to clean your eyes before she shone a light into them, checking for any signs of deviance from the norm.
"The full eight hours, as you asked." She hummed in approval, lifting one of your legs carefully to check its range of movement.
"Great!" She looked away from her checkup for just a moment to give you a content smile, though she refocused on her checklist of assessment rather quickly.
Her servos were warm, in a way that you could tell she'd used hot water to heat them up for you. She hadn't stopped apologizing since your first appointment when she'd startled you by touching your skin with cold digits.
You crossed your arms to grab at the sides of your blanket, pulling it snug around you as you watched her curiously.
Ever since you'd boarded the Lost Light, she'd made herself known as your sole care provider and requested you see her twice weekly so she can familiarize herself with human needs more appropriately. She was better than any human doctor you'd had, but she insisted you keep coming in for at least a bit longer.
You couldn't imagine not coming in; it had become a strong part of your schedule, and you weren't sure you'd see her much outside of it.
"I wish I could do that." Velocity hummed while putting a clip on one of your fingers with padded insides, which began taking your heartrate.
"Do what?" You stared at the same number she did on the small screen, curiosity lingering.
"Feel such a soft material on my skin—er, my imaginary skin. I wish I could have skin and be wrapped in a blanket. I bet it feels really nice." She watched as your heart rate increased, a smile growing on her face.
You nodded, pulling it tighter around you. You weren't sure why that happened.
"I wish I could tell you what it feels like, but 'nice' is about the best I can do. Maybe snug? Cozy?" You searched for a better descriptor, but you weren't sure she'd know what you were talking about to begin with.
"Humans always seem so warm, 'cozy'..." Velocity drew on, pulling the clip off your finger, "I hope I've been doing a good job at keeping you 'snug' or something along those lines."
Judging by how heavy your eyes felt and how comfortable you were in a doctor's office, you'd mentally credited her with that long before she mentioned it.
"You have."
Silence built up as she continued, both of you deep in thought, though Velocity hummed a small tune in contrast to your complete silence. She really loved having you for a patient. Cybertronians were so complicated, but humans were so new and fun to learn about. You were self-repairing, and when something went wrong, it was fairly obvious.
"Sometimes I wish I was Cybertronian, though." You watched her precision with her fingers as she replaced the end of a tool to check your pressure points, not slipping once despite its small size.
"Well then, I suppose we have a lot to admire about one another then, don't we?" Velocity let off a giggle, ruffling your hair—though some got stuck in her plating, and you had to reach up to pull it out for her.
Velocity finished as quickly as she usually did and helped you down from the table once she was sure she wouldn't need anything else from you.
"Thank you for being so helpful! Remember that we'll be switching to monthly appointments, so you don't need to come back for a few weeks." She tapped onto a datapad for a moment before your smaller one dinged, "I sent you the date and time, and it should be on your calendar."
"Nice." Looking down at it, you saw it nestled on the first of the next month, still a while away.
She opened the door for you, offering a wave, though it didn't take long for her to call out your name soon after you began walking away.
"Actually, just so you know, you can stop by whenever my office is indicated as open! To talk, or, you know, I can do more research if you'd like. Or just anything!"
"Sure thing!" You called back, waving her off with a yawn.
It's not like you'd have much else to do other than the medical appointments; besides, you weren't the only one being checked out during the visits.
Author's Note - I actually love this lady so much shes so fun!!!! I also have been longing to get a oneshot sooo thank you!
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#aiko writez#transformers#mtmte#idw#lost light#transformers x reader#oneshot#transformers oneshot#mtmte velocity#velocity x reader
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For the requests could we have some nsfw with the Bumblebee movie?
Since i have a thought that cybertronians have sex organs (can't remember the science term) but don't use them since it's not how they reproduce they don't really know what to do with them.
Basically I'm asking for a bottom bee cumming for the first time with a top reader?
If you get around to it thx for writing & ttyl ❤️:]
Sub/Bottom Bumblebee X Top GN Reader
🔞NSFW Warning: Blowjobs, first times and tooth rotting fluff because bumblebee is a sweeties🔞
When Bumblebee asked you to top, you were thrown off by the request. This was his first time after all but also him asking for you, a small five foot tall being to top a close to over ten to twelve feet tall robot was something you never expected to happen.
You stared at the Autobot who sat on the old worn out futon mattress you had salvaged for him to lay on at night. You straddled his wide hips while his big baby blue optics watched your expressions and facial features trying to figure out what you were thinking.
"Are you sure, you want me to top?" You ask him again, the yellow scout merely nods. A buzzing sound following in the sound similar to a hum.
You haven't topped before in a long time, guess it wouldn't hurt to try this put for Bumblebee. With a new energy that even Bumblebee seems to be surprised by, you push him onto his back with both your hands. You carefully scoot up further on his body to straddle his waist rather than his hips. The Autobot watches on with confusion yet also a curiosity as you start to shimmey out of your clothes.
You strip yourself free of your clothes, leaving yourself naked on his lap as you let him take your naked body in with an awed expression. His optics widening with a brightened shine that you assume to be lust and excitement.
You grab one of his servos and guide it to your chest, his servo tries to pull away but you hold it steady as you place it on your chest. He stiffens beneath you and watches your reaction as you smile and nod. Encouraging him to explore, first times were learning about each others bodies and what the other enjoyed.
Bumblebee seemed to enjoy how soft your chest was, his servo explored the area of skin. Groping at the mounds that were there, from the shiver you felt under your body and the pressure building under his modesty plate, you assumed this was getting him excited.
You have him explore your body, testing the waters. His digits crawl over your skin, mapping out evert square inch. He listened for any sounds you make. So he knew what was good and what was bad. His favorite noise was when his servo cupped your lower extremities a sound equal to that of a squeal and a moan left you. He whirred in glee before he pressed a digit further to your folds earning another pleased sound from you.
Except, he wasn't supposed to be topping.
You grab his servo and pull his hand back. He looks confused until you smile at him. "I'm the one in charge big boy~ Now open your panel, I wanna see what I am working with."
A click follows your order, from over your shoulder you can see his growing erection. He was a lot bigger than you had thought. He was a alien but you had expected smaller since he was quite small for most of his species.
His spike was a black and yellow pattern. The colors were pretty and matched his whole aesthetic. You grab for his spike, the whirring he made of surprise as well as his body jerking as you grab the phallus and tease the soft, sensitive tip earning a few sounds from him that male you wet at just how horny he was making you.
You stand from his waist and walk down to stand between his thighs. You sit down on yoru knees and take his spike in hand again before you decide to make eye contact with him as you lower your face closer to his spike. He tries to say something but your lips and tongue make contact with the yellow tip. His next noise almost made you laugh.
He cries out with a hint of static as he bucks up towards your face. You pull back in time before that had ended badly and then go back to the tip to start kissing at it and gently lathering your tongue along the slit on his tip. His pink transfluid was sweet yet bitter, it also was thicker than you had expected.
You start off slow with your blow job. Starting off with your tongue swirling the tip and sucking on the top of his tip earning sounds that send heat straight to your core. His optics shut with another moan ans you slowly start to take more of him in. His noises are absolutely arousing. He sounds so good as he moans and gasps at the small ministarations to his tip.
Not to mention he didn't give much warning as his spike starts to buck up into her mouth more. A slight gag of surprise leaving her as he tries to fuck her mouth but it is put to a end with her hands pressing down onto his hips as she suckles on the tip and urges him to let go while you used your own methods of getting what you wanted during sex.
Grabbing onto his hips you take his spike down your throat and try to take a portion of it and suck rather loudly and quickly onto it. His hips hump against your face as he tries to fuck your mouth while you help get him off with a blow job. He doesn't fair very long as it's not even a few moments later he's spurting his release down your throat making you gag with a surprise pull away as the warm cum covers yoru mouth and throat.
You struggle to swallow his large load as he fucks yoru face with a vigorous pace that has you reeling to a stop as you pull away with a loud gasp. Cum dribbles down your chin as you smirk with a chuckle.
"How was that for your first ever bj?" You ask nervously, the corners of his optics ceinkle in what looke dto be his way of smiling as he reports it was great now that he had the most attractive and best partner to be intimate with. You were amazing, according to his report back.
"Good, because I am about to start Round two with you~"
#blazewritessmut#transformers smut and fluff#valveplug#transformers#transformers x reader#bumblebee x reader#bumblebee movie#bumblebee 2018#18+ fic
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PeRhApsS a lil angsty??
but Megatron (obviously megatron) and swindle the weasel reacting/comforting their partner when they get self conscious about their body?? Ya know like hip dips and belly pouches and stuff that human men typically make fun of women for,,
idk bestie i want to be comforted by megatron and swindle is on my mind bc of you 🤬🤬
TFE x gn human reader
『 megatron ,, swindle ,, gender neutral human reader 』
-> comforting s/o about stuff
— fluff ,, sfw ,, angst ,, comfort
— good 😈😈 swindle >>>> love you platoniclly 😍
- megatron :
| • one thing he learned once turning over to ghost and working with autobots is how strange humans can be
| • hes noticed theyre always finicky about their appearances ,, always messing with them and changing them constantly
| • and thats how he learned about clothing ,, hairstyles and accessories
| • the most a cybertronian could do was change their models of certain body parts or their paint colors ,, maybe their alt mode
| • so he wasnt too used to how often humans changed their looks
| • and why he was confused as to why you were upset about your body image ,, he wasnt sure what to do to help
| • he personally liked you how you were ,, he never bothered to judge you based off your appearance
| • now that he knows what you dont like about yourself ,, he’ll make sure to show affection towards those places
| • belly pouches ? hes pressing kisses there ,, ignoring your protests to smother you with love
| • hip dips ? he just puts his servos there when hes mass displaced <3
- swindle :
| • he also was another who didnt really bother to pay attention to humans and their bodies
| • though if he sees how you look at yourself in a mirror ,, he’ll get a hint about your current situation
| • he isnt too big about confrontation ,, he’ll let you tell him yourself ,, but if you dont he wont push what hes noticed aside
| • he’ll try to be a little more affectionate ,, servos gliding over your hip dips and your belly
| • if you do tell him ,, he’ll say theres not much for you to worry about ,, that youre fine how you are ,, and if someone does make fun of you for it he’ll do a little something 😨
#transformers x reader#x reader#x gender neutral reader#🌎.earthspark#megatron x reader#swindle x reader#transformers earthspark#tfe megatron#tfe swindle#🌎.megatron#🌎.swindle
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May I offer some Forbidden Predabee? :>
Bumblebee grew up in a village that is well known to hunt down mecha-beasts and predacons for the Senate, they have been doing this for thousands of years so Bee never saw an issue with it as a sparkling. One day he heads out into the near by forest to train for the ceremonial hunt, an ancient tradition that lets young hunters prove themselves and those who get selected get to hunt their first predacon with the chief of the village.(Optimus) Being rather giddy and wanting to prove himself that he could be a hunter and not just a scout Bee spends most of the afternoon training not noticing he was being watched from the treeline.
With a quick swing with his sword Bumblebee slips hitting the ground hard before letting out an annoyed groan, this the 3rd time it has happened and the yellow bot is getting rather frustrated with himself. He gets up and angrily kicks his sword to the other side of the clearing before sitting down a tree stump before putting his face in his servos. 'Why can't he just get it right? Everyone else can fight with their swords just fine but not him...how is he going to prove himself at the ceremonial hunt if he can't use a sword?' Lost in thought Bee doesn't hear the sound of heavy footsteps growing closer behind and nearly jumps out of his plating when a talon gently taps him on the shoulder. Whipping around Bumblebee is suddenly standing face to face with a predacon.
"Having trouble with your sword skills I see?" Predaking glanced at the sword before turning to face the yellow bot again. "You won't get far in battle with that kind of trouble" He flicks his wings while he narrows his optics at the bot.
Bee nervously looks between the predacon and his sword wondering it was worth the risk to try and rush for it. However a gentle clawed servo grabs his shoulder gently guiding him back into the open before returning his sword back to him. The predacon smirks flicking his wings again this time in amusement. "Allow me to help you little bug, After all if you wish to become a great warrior its better to learn from one of the best."
From then on Bumblebee and Predaking trained with each other in secret and slowly with time Bee gets better with his skills while also getting closer to Predaking as well. Eventually Bee ends up falling for the predacon and it doesn't take long until the pair are also sneaking out long into the night. However the day of the ceremonial hunt arrives and Bee is suddenly dreading it as he learned that predacon's are more than vicious beasts who destroy everything in their paths and he doesn't want to hurt Predaking by slaying one of his own kind, so Bumblebee comes up with a plan. During the hunt he makes his way towards a little cave hoping to fail the hunt by hiding out then return to the camp with nothing hoping it will be enough, but as he quietly hides he suddenly hears a strange hissing coming from deeper within the cave.
A large Void spider hisses and charges the intruder not being pleased that someone disturbed its nest. With a sudden yelp Bee draws his sword and begins fighting for his life. He is able to doge and cut away one of it's legs before being bitten by its long fangs on his shoulder. He cries out in pain but begins feeling strange and light headed as the venom slowly fills his fuel lines, before he blacks out he hears a sudden roar and the sound of snapping jaws followed by a high pitched screeching noise. When he re opens his optics he finds himself safely tucked away in a warm nest with his wound patched up. Slowly he sits up looking around the nicely decorated den before spotting Predaking who is busy cleaning away the last remains of his dinner in his fangs.
"Heh, I guess I owe you one...but you didn't have to take me back to your den" Bee gives a sheepish smile as Predaking slowly transforms back into his root-mode before walking up to Bumblebee. "You could have just left me outside my village, I'm sure someone would have found me just fine."
The predacon shakes his helm before gently cupping the yellow mech's cheek with his clawed servo. "My little bug, I would not consider myself a true protector if I left you alone and at the mercy of the forest." He then gently places a soft kiss on Bee's helm before gazing lovely at those bright blue optics. "I truly and deeply love you...and I would gladly throw myself at a thousand foes to protect you my dear"
Bumblebee suddenly feels his face grow hot as his door wings give a little flutter. With greedy servos Bee suddenly pulls Predaking into a burning kiss before lying back to allow the larger mech to join him in the nest. It is long after dark when Bumblebee finally returns back to the village, he is suddenly greeted by his Carrier Optimus and the village's medic before he is guided towards the Medic's hut. Optimus is asking question after question about what happened in the forest and why he seemed to sluggish and tired. Bee isn't paying any attention he is just happily humming to himself as he sends waves of comfort, reassurance and joy through his spark bond to his secret Conjunx, now only if he could get Carrier to stop worrying about him for once.
Hope you enjoyed this little Au idea. All those Barbarian and fantasy Au's got to me lol.
Oh my gosh i love this idea!
Whoever you are, thank you for sharing i love this so much
#predabee#predaking#tfp#transformers#predaking x bumblebee#predaking tfp#bumblebee#bumblebee tfp#tfp predabee
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The Rung transfluid headcanon 😵💫 I already drink those daily 🤭
Could I offer up Sunder as being the new Monster Ultra flavor: Fantasy Ruby Red?
Oh the amount of headcannons I have over the transfluid atm is insane. I'm working on a Swerve fic for it atm. I wasn't actually expecting ,y silly shit post to get so much traction over the bots XD
So where I am in Australia energy drinks are limited in what you can find and today I'm in one of the cities so gonna see what lovelies I can find.
I had to go look up that monster and kinda went down a rabbit hole for Sunder and Rung
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Firstly. Rung
The first time Rung gets oral from you, it's just to blow off steam after a day, which just didn't turn out well. Man gets put through the ringer a lot with watching everyone else's mental health that sometimes he forgets to look after himself.
He's lent back in his chair venting softly one servo on the back of your head optics half lidded as he just watches, after all you had offered to help with stress relief after hearing a rumour from another human on board.
Rung is extremely high strung, so when your lips and fingers rotate between teasing his spike and pressing your face into his valve, he begins to figure something up.
It's only once he overloads and he's there optics closed debating getting up to clean up that he can still feel you eagerly cleaning up the mess.
And he just gets fixated on watching as you lick up his spike, transfluid covering your tongue and lips
He thinks its a one time thing until two days later he has you back between his thighs working him up for another overload and when he pulls you away because he doesn't want to make a mess and the protest you put up. Begging to taste him again
It is eventually a subject he takes to not just the medics but also the scientist, quite worried about the effects of it since Transfluid is. A by product of Energon. He learns that.
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-no it isn't harmful to humans the same way energon is.
- aslong as you can limit your human on how much they consume as it can eventually give them energy sickness if they have to much 5-6 litres in a 24 time stamp
-the human body needs time to flush it out. Because it works very much the same as energy drinks if you have to much it can stop your heart or give you cardiac problems
-it's quite additive and companionable to human caffeinated drinks, and when the bots realise that there us a full meeting about the effects.
- energon seems to get converted into a very similar thing to taurine which is an amino acid containing sulphur but alot of the minerals and nutrients that Cybertronians live off from their treats, food sources and energon what adds in all the other things.
-Perceptor and ratchet discovered that Transfluid is better for human consumption than energy drinks not by a lot but more the fact you can consume more of it with less problems.
- and each bot seemed to have different 'flavours' and it becomes a full thing of asking their partner what they taste like. And eventually the 'flavour mods'
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And on the Case of Sunder I present to you these monsters as an offering as well.
So we have
Sunder : rehab strawberry lemonade/Ultra ruby red
Overload : rehab recovery watermelon
Senator shockwave: rehab green tea
Elita one: rehab pink lemonade
Chromia: rehab protean
Wheejack: rehab tea + lemonade
Wings : rehab gojo tea
Let me know if you would like to be added to tag list (tagged for every fic)
#transformers#transformers x human#transformers idw#transformers x reader#transformers lost light#transformers rung#transformers sunder#rung#sunder#valveplug
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Pleaaase I want Pharma to realise he's done nothing but hurt mer Ratchet ;A; but he's so far gone he really isn't going to ;;;A;;;
At least Ratchet finally gets some respite from Pharma. After Pharma is removed from active duty, Ratchet's finally given some time to rest. The vet who takes over is careful to make sure he's properly cared for and fed, especially after the miscarriage. The owners and staff are all happy to see that Ratchet's health steadily improves
Pharma's condition does not improve. He's not refueling or recharging as he should. He's wracked with grief.
He paces around his hab. His servos shake. His vision is littered with noise and static.
His pup... it was his...
He almost feels guilty. He feels some kind of responsibility for a while. It eats at him and slowly pulls his processor apart wire by wire. It's all he can think about. How did he let this happen- What could he have missed-
But one day it finally clicks. His optics finally focus and his quivering servos fall to his sides. Of course. Of course he didn't miss anything. It was never his fault to begin with. There was very little information on mers carrying live young. It was rare to see one in the wild, let alone one in captivity. Pharma simply could never have known.
Everything he had done had been in Ratchet's favour. He kept the mer healthy. He gave his specimen round the clock care. He watched it all the time. He even gave it what it didn't even know it wanted. It was not his care that caused the mer to miscarry.
But he's not stupid. It may not have been a fault of his, but he can still learn from the experience. Ratchet's frame is clearly unfit as a carrier. That's the issue.
Pharma would be willing to make the sacrifice for this scientific breakthrough. His frame, in theory, should be able to carry. After all, a hybrid??? Who could pass up such an opportunity for study
He was looking at it all wrong. Altering Ratchet's hormonal balance to induce its rut? Forcing mer hormones into his own fuel lines to mimic some kind of mer heat? No. He should have been focusing on his own cybertronian cycle. His fertility. If he wanted Ratchet to breed him, clearly HE needed to be a viable mate.
He's not cleared for work yet, but that doesn't stop Pharma from immediately scrounging what chemicals he needs together to stab them right into his lines. He should be able to force his forge's cycle to shift to its fertile stage- theoretically preparing his systems to receive donations of transfluid and to put them to good use.
He would be so fertile. He would strike Ratchet as such a good and breedable mate. That's what his favourite specimen needed, didn't it? Breeding is so strongly coded into these animals. Especially after losing a pup, what else would it want if not to immediate breed with it's mate again?
That's how this would work, right? All he needed was for Ratchet to sire a pup with him. He would carry it. Pharma was ready to pump his forge full of Ratchet's transfluid until he was bloated and heavy. A pup would mean Ratchet would see him as its mate be default, wouldn't it? Its caring and loving mate who would carry its pups and give it everything it ever needed.
The thought of carrying Ratchet's pups drives him insane. His cycle being forced into its fertile stage doesn't help either. All he can think about is Ratchet's massive spike inside of him, pumping him full of all the transfluid he could ever need. He needs it. He needs all of it now.
Suddenly his broken and sickly demeanor falls. Pharma manages to convince his employers that he is Fine. Look. He's stable now. He's fine.
And of course they stupidly let him back in
ouhhh Pharma...
Obviously Ratchet is not fit for carrying. Pity Pharma hadn't noticed, but what can be done now? Their pup is gone, but Pharma can give Ratchet another one. A better, healthier one, too.
Inducing a standard heat is much easier and less damaging to Pharma's frame. It's earlier than his natural cycle was supposed to come, but whatever. After the mer pheromones he injected into himself, Pharma clearly doesn't care as much for his health as he does for his beloved little mer...
He's so excited to see Ratchet again... Ratchet needs to be tied down to the operating table, he won't cooperate, definitely not with how grief stricken he is. Poor Ratchet, he was naively hoping that Pharma was gone for good... after the hell he's gone through, the last thing be wanted was to have the bot straddling him again, promising to give him back the pup he lost...
Pharma finds out he's carrying a few months later. His own little mer pup <3
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i hate getaway with a passion. but i KNOW that dick is GOOD. there has to be a reason why he was one of the hottest mechs aboard (according to jro anyway) sooo uh. reader rly enjoying that nasty spike?
It’s hard doing clerical work all day. It’s a cushy job most of the time, the benefits are good enough, and your skill set is perfect for it. But the mechs are the most infuriating, frustrating, unpredictable part of it. The part that you can’t just push off until later or snap at. You would rather take your chances back sassing Ultra Magnus than any of the volatile mecha onboard the Lost Light.
The worst of them all: Getaway.
You can’t really put your digit on why he’s the worst. He’s charming and funny most of the time, he proclaims to hold Autobot values very close, and he’s well-liked. But in your experience, he can also be passive-aggressive and pushy. It’s not that he strong-arms you into anything, but… You’ve certainly learned he won’t take no for an answer. Even though you try to be as friendly and accommodating as possible, sometimes you just don’t have the solution crew members are looking for. No matter how many appeals they file.
You get the feeling Getaway thinks he can charm his way into anything if he tries hard enough. Maybe he thinks other mechs’ minds are just a lock that needs particular picking. Maybe he’s just not used to being told no. Either way, you don’t know how you gave him the impression you would want to sleep with him, but when he offers to bend you over your own desk for a hard frag…
It’s hard to say no when you’re forced to watch the most handsome mechs you’ve ever seen walk around the ship like their frames aren’t optic candy. So many handsome mechs and you’re so sure that your (unofficial) position as Magnus’ assistant makes all of them off limits. One bad decision in your tenure can’t be firing worthy.
Getaway’s thrusts shudder and jolt the precious silly novelty items on your desk, scattering your neat stack of datapads. If you had taken a moment to think through your decision, you would’ve put all your items away into your desk. That stupid Rodimus-shaped rubber duck (a present from the mech himself) topples to the floor with a mournful quack. You catch the barely stifled chuckle from Getaway, but you don’t think it’s very funny. You like that duck.
Offlining your optics, you focus on his spike inside you. It’s an agonizingly perfect fit, fucking into that soft spot inside your valve that’s somehow so difficult to find with digits alone. You meant to buy a false spike ages ago, but it slips your processor every time. It doesn’t help that your habsuite is smack dab in the middle of the hotspot for battles whenever there’s rogue Decepticons, or sparkeaters, or evil sentient plants that come out of a rift in reality that Brainstorm created. Using Getaway’s spike would be a much nicer, cheaper replacement for relief. Assuming he doesn’t make you buy him a drink first. Swerve’s prices haven’t gotten any cheaper.
Even though he’s clearly just as cocky about how he fucks as he is at his most renowned skill, Getaway certainly has a reason to be. Two of his slender digits press firm circles into your anterior node, completely neglecting your dripping spike, as he fills your valve. You’re entirely focused on humping his circling digits, the added pressure of having him inside you just pushes you closer to overload. His thrusts deep and rapid. It’s difficult to voice it, in fact you would rather die than say it, but you want him to keep fucking you through your overload. Into however many subsequent overloads he would deign to give you, toppling through them like dominos. The bite of your own desk against your hip plates, your servos clutching desperately at the edges, knowing a mech could walk in and see you, it’s a euphoria you want to clutch onto. You want Getaway to wear you down with the pleasure, use your valve until his transfluid drips down your thigh plating.
Clerical work is so thankless, all you want is one good night cycle to get you through it.
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