#implied: soundwave x starscream

[sec-heriablangel]

Starscream: WHY AM I GAY, KNOCK OUT?! WHY DID I KISS SOUNDWAVE?!

Knock Out: (Sighs) Calm yourself down, Starscream. That's so romantically good for you~

Starscream: Shut the hell up, Knock Out...!

[orion-nottson]

devil’s in the details | tfp!megatron x reader

A/N: i have tfp megatron brain rot. like i know he’s cray cray and deluded, but literally so am i we’re made for each other he’s mine

also this obvi deviates from canon, bc there is no way on god’s green earth that dreadwing and starscream could coexist semi-peacefully.

also, please be warned that i haven’t written transformers fanfic since i was like 14 💀💀 fought for my LIFE with the terminology (had to check my old WATTPAD stories to find some vocab 💀)

summary: lord megatron propositions you. it’s a rather bold request.

content: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, minors DNI, femme!cybertronian!reader, seeker!reader, sticky sexual interfacing, breeding kink, wee lil bit of choking, technically boss/employee relationship, power dynamic (it gets semi-resolved), implied past relationship/thought unrequited love, average decepticon emotional constipation, business arrangement procreation

word count: 6,367

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The Decepticon warship lingers somewhere over the southern pole of Earth, resulting in a dramatic decrease in temperature, even with the efficiency of Cybertronian technology. You shift your wings for the umpteenth time, armor plates releasing air to alleviate the discomforting chill that’s started to bother you. Of course, it was far from being so cold that you needed to worry about your core temperature, but you are a Seeker from Vos, and Vos was always warm.

The thought makes your wings tremble again, so you hurry yourself to your quarters with a bit more haste.

It wouldn’t suddenly be warm and tropical, but at least you’d be able to curl up and shiver in privacy. Recharge sounds particularly nice too, considering you’ve been up for several cycles trying to appease Lord Megatron’s endless demands. Inwardly, you roll your optics— There seems to be nothing you can do that would satisfy him.

The corridor finally breaks into the wing that houses Decepticon high command, where yours and your fellow officers reside. Your room is down almost the entire expanse of the hall, the turn right before where Megatron’s personal habsuite lies. From where you’re walking, you can spot the sleek, black metal door. A chill runs up your back struts, and your processor convinces you it’s from the icy cold that’s overtaken the Nemesis.

“Curse this inhospitable, organic planet.” Muttering to yourself dissuades you from also blaming your Master, who was no help either, if you were to be honest. He could shove his “not wanting to expend precious Energon on unnecessary heating” decree up his tail pipe.

You resign yourself to some rather cold nights for the foreseeable future. Perhaps... If you played your cards right, as the humans say, you could convince Soundwave to pilot the ship north. Maybe somewhere near Hawaii...

A sharp, gravelly voice from behind you calls your name, and you spin around to see your Lord and Master a ways down the corridor from you. Immediately bringing yourself to attention, you straighten your back struts and bow politely.

“My liege.” You say, thanking Primus you’ve become so accustomed to Megatron’s thunderous shouts that you no longer jump, let alone flinch, when they occur. The silver mech strides up to you easily, displaying all the strength of a warrior in the confidence of his steps.

“Retiring to your quarters?” He asks austerely, as if he’s ever concerned himself with your whereabouts, let alone personal routine. Unease creeps up on you, so you shift on the thrusters of your peds and cross your servos over your chassis. Wings fluttering, you reply slowly, “Well, yes.”

“Allow me to accompany you there.” The silver mech says brightly, and it’s such an absurdly peculiar request for both the mech saying it and the situation at hand. You instinctively snort a laugh.

“I do believe I know the way to my own habsuite, my Lord.” You say before you can stop the words from coming out, and immediately regret them once they do. You meet Megatron’s hard stare sheepishly, wings dropping timorously. Forgetting your place in the grand scheme of things is not wise amongst the Decepticon ranks.

To your utter shock, you’re not met with a vicious reprimand and instead Megatron grins— this wickedly suave thing— and purrs, “Humor me.”

And all you can say is, “Of course.”

Megatron hums appreciatively, brushing past you as he takes the lead, like he always does. You step in time behind him, nearly colliding into his back struts when he suddenly halts, and you stumble backwards a few steps. The looming mech pivots, glancing down at you with a quizzical expression in his glowing optics.

“Seekers are a rare breed, yes?” Lord Megatron asks, and whatever game he’s begun to play with you genuinely stumps any reasoning you attempt. Opening your mouth, your optics dart over his face, trying to decode whatever message your Master is sending and coming up empty. 

“Er... Yes, my liege? Even before the war, Vos was not a populous city-state. There are probably... even less now.” You reply cautiously, becoming very put off as Megatron takes a step towards you. He looks as impassive as ever, though you’re beginning to see a very curious appraising expression overtaking his faceplates. It begins with the upcurve of his mouth, derma pulled into the most wolfish grin you’ve ever seen on the mech.

Utterly bizarre. Your processors want to reset because this Megatron is starting to look like the studly gladiator of Kaon you’d hear be lasciviously giggled about, not the ruthless, merciless tyrant he’s supposed to be.

“I have a rather... avant-garde proposition for you, my most loyal Seeker.” Megatron purrs, his servos clasped easily behind him as you’ve seen him too many times before, often when he schemes. He’s also talking to you as if this is casual, expected business of him; matter-of-fact and cordial, with his usual cool drawl.

Before you can reply, Megatron turns sharply once more and begins walking down the corridor, stopping after a few steps when he realizes you hadn’t started with him. He turns his helm to look back at you, this time there’s this strangely unreadable expression on his faceplates.

“Follow me.” He says simply, and without a second thought, you do.

Even though you’re a Seeker with naturally long legs, his pedsteps are even longer strides, so you have to exert some effort in keeping up with Megatron. It adds to the growing franticness that’s begun to bubble up inside your chassis. 

While not exactly fear, though that’s certainly part of it, you’ve been a Decepticon and aboard the Nemesis under Megatron’s direct command long enough to know that when he becomes cryptic, it means trouble. Or at least a command that you’d rather not be the one to deal with. Bluntly asking what the frag he’s on about wouldn’t be the best course of action, but you know that he likes you enough not to offline you immediately if you did.

So you do.

“My Lord, what exactly are you asking of me?” You inquire, noting with slight abject horror as Megatron approaches the door to your quarters and types in your lock code with ease. Of course, he is the leader after all. Instead of answering your question, he makes you feel even more uneasy by throwing you a mysteriously sultry look and quipping, “Let me have you if only for a breem. Or longer should I entertain you.”

You catch the flash of his ruby optics, their intentions indiscernible, and then he disappears into your habsuite like it’s his own.

There’s something to it, an itch of a thought that’s begun to decipher the puzzle and put together the pieces. Lately, Megatron has been far more... involved with you, more eager at your presence, and it was blatantly obvious that he grew quite miffed when others got too close. It was no secret to anyone— From Soundwave and Starscream to a lowly technician— that Megatron had an optic for you (many did, frankly) and thus he was quite possessive of your wiles and charms as well.

This line of thought leads you to step into your room, slowly and evenly as if it’s unmarked territory and not the quarters that were assigned to you millennia ago.

“Lord Megatron...” You trail off, catching his stare just as he sets your old null ray back on your weapons rack, where most of your old, dismantled, and prized tools are located. Your null ray had been a favorite, until some blasted Autobot blew out the important bits that kept it working. That had stung, and even eons later you still curse that specific Autobot to the Pits.

Megatron flexes his claws, and with a flourish he clasps his servos behind him once again. His red optics scan the entirety of your quarters, lingering on your berth until they come back to rest on you. His gaze is equal parts unnerving and fascinating, as if he’s deconstructing you armor by armor, stripping you down until he’s watched your spark pulse.

His optics, like twin red suns, center you at their universes, and you feel oddly... flattered at their amorous disposition.

“It is no secret that I have watched you for some time.” Megatron starts, tilting his helm as he becomes pensive. You nod dumbly, hardly processing a word he’s saying. Megatron takes a single step towards you, looming like a shadow. In the dim lighting of your room, his silver armor catches all the chiaroscuro, his violet accents hued to black. Only his glowing, fiery optics remain bright. He continues.

“I admit,—” Megatron drawls your name deliciously, “— That I have found myself... captivated by your beauty. Entranced by your prowess, both in battle and mind.”

“I...” Your vents hitch, wings shivering at the praise. Blinking rapidly to ensure this isn’t some monumentally vivid dream, you clear your intake and say, “I don’t know what to say. Thank you, my Lord.”

Megatron laughs, that slight chuckle that sounds halfway between his engines roaring and something genuine that comes from the spark. The silver mech’s rolls his shoulders, armor hissing as it releases air. Wildly, he confesses something you never would have expected from him, “I believe myself bewitched.”

His servos have clasped themselves into fists at his sides, and briefly you wonder if he’s angry with you, then his entire frame relaxes like he’s decompressing after a long spar with Dreadwing.

“Tell me, my little Seeker, why have you denied yourself of me for so long?” Megatron asks it like a tease, like he’s some boon to be revered or a sacred sword to be wielded. Heat rises beneath your armor plating, and your processors race kilometers a nanosecond to find a suitable answer. Or at least one that doesn’t make you sound like some lovesick femmeling.

You couldn’t lie and say you had no... feelings for your Master, who was as handsome and dark as he was powerful and cunning. Megatron was once a gladiator of Kaon, and gladiators on Cybertron were what you had often admired, marveling at their strength, drive, and raw spark. Megatron had been no different, though you also found his commanding presence and impressive intellect to be even more attractive.

That was really why you’d joined the Decepticon cause all those millennia ago; Drawn to your Master’s fight to bring equality to the rigid castes and to seize control of the Energon supply to better disperse it by his charismatic allure.

And somehow, Megatron knew all of this.

“It would have been insubordination if I acted upon my... desires.” You reply, crossing your arms over your ample chassis with a shrug. Megatron matches your collected temperament with a hum, staring down at you with unreadable red optics.

“Indeed. Though I wish you’d had disobeyed, my little Seeker.” Megatron purrs, taking a step towards you that closes the space between your frames and boxes you in. His EM field magnifies the atmosphere around you, tingling at the periphery of yours.

“M-My liege?” You gape, faceplates feeling hot as metal left in direct sunlight. He chuckles, and sinfully the tip of his glossa runs over his pointed denta. Your spark skips a beat, owlishly watching 

“If I had known sooner that you wanted me as direly as I did you, then this song and dance would have concluded vorns ago.” Megatron growls, optics flashing with not anger, but lust. He takes another step, and you’re speechless.

“That being said, I am patient. I have no qualms with how long we have waited, nor will I if you choose to wait longer.” One of the tyrant’s long, clawed digits clicks at the bottom of your chin, tilting your face upwards. His touch is delicate, like you’d break if he pushed too hard. Honestly, you probably would if he did. Part of you wants to see him try.

“What did you want to ask of me?” You whisper, optics fluttering until they stay half-lidded and dewy under the carnal scrutiny of your Lord. Megatron grins, a sliver of sharp denta flashing in the lowlights of your habsuite. He takes a final step towards you, a half-shuffle that does well to close the gap between your frames, the air warming from the work of your combined engines. You hope he feels the way your spark races, hope he feels the heat emanating from your core.

“Give me an heir, carry a sparkling of my code and stand beside me as my queen.” With each word, laden with desire until it shows in his optics that drip with lust, Megatron has you against the wall of your habsuite, one servo tracing the sleek edge of your wing.

It’s entirely intoxicating, and against your better judgment and all remaining reason— and mostly because you haven’t had a good, hard frag in ages— you moan.

It’s a soft, angelic sound that barely catches on the audials, but it makes Megatron grin like a shark. You gasp, affronted, optics flickering, “My liege!”

“Have I offended you?” He breathes, and suddenly his mouth is against your neck cables, each word leaving the softest of kisses on your Energon lines. Your resolve nearly crumbles entirely, each brush of his dermas like a shot of high grade to the systems. You sigh, vents hissing, and place one servo on his chassis. Beneath the broad expanse of silver armor, his engines rumble like thunder on the horizon. It makes you pulse with need.

“No.” You whisper, wanting to sing as Megatron kisses the slope of your jaw, then pecks the side of your mouth, agape with shock. He pulls back, the heat of him evaporating as soon as he’s once again standing at his full height. You tremble, not from the cold, but from his absence. 

It’s not something you’d ever given much thought about, your feelings towards your Lord and Master, but it’s something that’s come rushing back. All the suppressed thoughts, the dashed dreams, the impossible futures... They come back to you and leave you weak in the knee joints, cooling fans whirring from the memories of the fantasies you’d entertained when you’d had long midnights alone.

“What say you then?” Megatron’s stare is hard, unshaking and fully serious. He wants to have a sparkling with you, wants you to bear him an heir— He wants you as his queen and equal, to stand beside him and lead the Decepticon cause. The expression on his face is a cross between a wild animal, wanting to ravage you the nanosecond you say Yes, and the warlord with enough resolve and self-restraint to accept if you say No.

It’s all so much at once. Eons of time made up in just a single question. Details and technicalities will have to be conferred over later, as for now you’re content with the conditions as-is.

“Well... You are a handsome mech, my liege.” You reply, teasing him by placing a chaste kiss directly on the Decepticon insignia on his chassis. He doesn’t say anything, only his engine rumbles more audibly. You look up at him and salaciously imply with a coy smirk, “I do believe we’d make a fine clutch of sparklings.”

And then you find yourself swept up into his arms, back struts and wings pressed against the wall, your Lord’s hips slotted perfectly against yours. The more base urges inside you squeal, your Seeker coding nearly overtaking you and having you present to him like a turbofox in heat.

Not one to be outdone, Megatron quips, “And you are quite the striking femme— Shall I ravage you against the wall or your berth?”

You laugh, cut off only when Megatron captures your dermas in his, drowning you in the roughness of a mech starved of Energon. He kisses like he owns the practice and has made it an artform; Dragging your dermas with his, glossa invading your mouth, denta nipping dangerously close to sensitive nodes and wiring. You moan and gasp, coming to the realization that one of your servos grips his wrist and the other is flat against his chassis.

You shutter your optics, reveling in Megatron’s power and dominance, wanting so desperately for him to devour you. The warmth blossoms, spreading throughout your core until you feel charges pulse at your interface panels that have you whimpering.

After what feels like vorns, Megatron parts and your dermas unlock with a metallic pop. Megatron’s mouth ghosts over yours, and he hums as he repeats himself, “Berth or wall, little Seeker?”

“The berth, my liege.” You urge breathlessly, a delighted sound escaping you as Megatron heaves you from the wall and carries you to your desired destination. He isn’t gentle when he deposits you on your berth, doesn’t mind the wings, so you hiss when your back struts connect with the metal beneath you. Megatron manages to keep himself between the smooth metal of your thighs as he hitches one knee up onto the berth.

“I wonder,” Megatron stops to kiss you deeply once more, making your processors spin, “If this is an auspicious position for conception.”

A bite to the dermas stifles your wanton moan. Your Lord may not be fully aware of it yet, but each mention of being sparked, of bearing his heirs, has your more base urges spiraling out of control. While Vos was not populated by many Seekers, the need to breed is more hardwired into the programming than most other frame types. His words act like fuel to the fire.

“O-Oh— I can only hope.” You gasp, your whimpering cries smothered by Megatron’s dermas in yet another bruising, brusque kiss. This time, he lingers, slows down as if he savors the taste of you on his glossa. Your servos grip his shoulders, smoothing along his breadth before your pointed digits grip at the armor panels high on his back. Megatron responds most enjoyably, using one servo to anchor himself above you and the other to caress down your body.

His servo travels from the curve of your waist, talons scratching at your paint, down to the slope of your hip where it rests heavy and warm on the junction of your thigh. He teases the sharp point of his thumb digit on the transformation seam nearest your interface panels, causing you to arch your back struts like a cat. Megatron uses this opportunity to settle a servo on the low of your back struts, where he pinches at the sensitive nodes at the bases of your wings. That makes you cry out, your cooling fans whirring loudly as a charge builds up deep inside you. 

You’ve never been this close to an overload so quickly before, though you’ve had many sleepless nights built up to bring you to this moment. And Megatron proves his expertise in the berth, past rumors and gossip proven to hold more truth than you once thought. 

Your entire frame feels electrified, your lower body feels like it’s on fire, the heat centered gloriously on your interfacing parts. Particularly your valve and anterior node, which feel wet and pulse beneath the panel with each of your sparkbeats.

“You react so gratifyingly.” Megatron purrs, his gravelly drawl like fine high grade on the audials, uncharacteristically sweet and sensual. He glances down at your interface panels, where your glowing transfluid is beginning to seep out along the seams. With a devious grin, Megatron meets your gaze just as he presses his thumb digit to your overheated panel.

“Megatron!” You cry his name, forsaking honorifics, and nearly overloading on the spot. Almost unconsciously, you send a command and your valve panel slides open, revealing your weeping slit and throbbing anterior node. You cry out again when Megatron wastes no time and starts tight, small circles on the sensitive bundle of mesh wire and circuitry.

“Beautiful.” He hums, quickening his pace on your anterior node as he notices sparks fly as your charge builds. You grip his back, claws digging at his silver armor and leaving scratches in his already worn paint. Megatron leans in, steals your dermas in a kiss, keeps circling your wet node, and just as you see warnings for an imminent overload— He stops.

The charge doesn’t die, but it decreases to a staticky tingle, and you part from the kiss, scandalized that he’s prevented your overload. You gape at Megatron, giving him a glare that could rival the World Destroyer’s himself. He only offers you a sly look.

“My liege.” This time you growl the title past grit denta, bucking your hips against your Master’s still servo. He hums, your anger meaning nothing to him, though indulging you by brushing two digits along the transfluid-soaked mesh of your valve. You gasp, optics blowing wide as he pushes them in, mindful of his sharp claws, stretching you wonderfully.

There’s a slight burn at first, pain sensors sending alerts, alleviated as your frame adjusts to accommodate his thick talons. Megatron eases his digits back until they are almost out completely, then sinks them back in. Your knees come up, peds shaking as you hook them behind his back struts.

“Patience, my dear,” Megatron kisses your neck cables, “Is a virtue.”

And like he had your anterior node, he works your valve slowly, steadily building the charge that buzzes all the pleasure centers in your frame. Warnings for an overload screen your vision again, this time your optics flicker as it grows closer. Staccato vents escape your intake, fans skipping cycles and hitching, encouraging Megatron to go faster, digits plunging in and out of your valve with sopping, moist noises. The room smells like interface; the tinny tang of transfluid, the almost-burnt smell of metal-on-metal friction.

You moan, this time a long keen that crackles in your audials, and Megatron responds with the first pleasured sound you’ve heard from him: A low, throaty groan that he practically strangles in his intake like he doesn’t want it to escape.

“M-My liege, plea-please.” You whine, writhing, bucking your hips even as Megatron’s servo relinquishes your wings in order to still them. You sob, systems on the fritz as the charge crackles, your overload closing in due to Megatron’s working servo and digits. He laughs again, the breathy one that you adore, and surprisingly heeds your plea.

“I want you like this when you take my spike.” Megatron hisses, doubling his pace and making you scream. The wet squelch of your mesh grows louder, and with each thrust of his servo, his knuckle joint brushes your throbbing anterior node, whiting out your optics.

“I want you disheveled.” The tyrant presses close to you, tightening the cyclic thrusts of his digits, biting at the base of your neck cables. Your helm lolls to the side, voice crackling in constant whines as you squeeze your optics shut. He growls, sharp denta piercing an Energon line close to your shoulder armor, the pain mixing with pleasure and having you singing.

“I want you desperate.” Megatron snarls like an Earthen beast, the gruffness of his voice matching the hot stretch of your valve. Transfluid soaks the inner seams and mechanisms of your thighs, spilling onto your berth below. Megatron drags his dermas to yours, his glossa hot and heady as he shoves it in your mouth and dominates the kiss. You moan against him, gripping him tight and hearing the sound of metal screech as its torn.

The silver mech groans, low and rough, breaking the kiss and allowing his helm to fall besides yours. To the cables and wires of your neck, he leaves open-mouth kisses, condensation hot from his vents, then pulls himself up to your audials and whispers harshly:

“I want you as mine.”

The last word is punctuated by a hard push of his digits and his thumb squashing your anterior node, and your overload hits you like a system crash. You wail, wings fluttering and hitting the berth with metallic clangs as your body seizes, the charge overtaking your processors. Pleasure like molten lava consumes your frame, transfluid squirting out onto Megatron’s forearm like paint.

The overload lasts eons, like some supernova of a dying star. Your legs lock, armor plating shivering, wings hitched high and scraping against your berth.  Maybe this is what death is, you think illogically, Maybe I’ve joined with the Allspark.

“Beautiful.” Megatron breathes again, his optics glowing in awe, “Positively beautiful.”

It takes a click for your processor to compute what he said, then another for your optics to blink back on. Coolant tears leak out the corners, blurring your vision. Your mouth gapes, dermas damp with condensation, your cooling fans whirring in loud in your audials. The grip you have on Megatron loosens, servos slipping until they fall upon his shoulders.

The charge in your valve mesh and anterior node quivers and bounces, and you realize with a pleasant tremble that Megatron’s digits are still firmly inside you.

“Megatron.” You coo his name, “Megatron.”

He says yours back, like all you’ve done and are doing is exchanging designations in a routine meeting and it reminds you of a time when things were simpler between the two of you. It’s been eons since Megatron’s seen you the way his ruby red optics gaze upon you now, eons more since you’ve felt seen.

War has made you both volatile, too tough and too angry to do anything else but fight, and fight some more. But here, in the privacy of your berth, blanketed by the secrecy of darkness: War can’t touch you. Nothing can.

“How I have yearned for you...” Megatron cups your faceplates, his servo cool against your overheated frame. You smile, still hazy from your overload and the lingering sensation of his other servo very much connected carnally to you, feeling like you’ve overdone yourself on too much high grade. 

A switch flips inside you, the one that reminds you’re no fainting femme, but one that asks and will take regardless. You are a Seeker, after all— It’s in your code to want offspring.

“Give me a sparkling, my Lord.” Even though your voice wavers, it still sounds like an immutable command. The contemplative look on Megatron’s face morphs into the devilish one, and he snarls, removing his digits from your core. A thin line of gooey transfluid stretches between you and his servo, until Megatron brings it to his mouth and his glossa licks along the length of his digits. His optics narrow in as he hums.

“You presume you can command me.” And yet he obeys again, his interface panel unlatching with a hiss. His spike emerges, a long, thick one that fills in sections, ribbed along its length. Glowing transfluid oozes in droplets from its tip, rolling down the underside of his spike. Your jaw drops, both in want and slight alarm— Megatron is a large mech, you should have better anticipated a large spike.

“Know this, dearest: I will take you, ruin you, fill you up until my code takes.” Megatron promises, lining his bobbing spike up with your throbbing valve. He then grabs your hips, propping them up for a better angle. You quiver, writhing on your berth and bracing your servos on his forearms. His armor is hot under your touch, and your claws dig into the smooth of his paint. Then you match his stare, licking your dermas.

“Frag me like you mean it.”

Megatron suddenly thrusts his spike into you and you wail, unforgiving of your smaller stature. The delicate mesh and sensitive wires give and mold around the hot rod of his pulsing length, forming a slick suction around your lover. He groans, easing back then thrusting in with earnest. Your thighs tremble as you take him, each rimmed circlet of his spike passing into you, dragging deliciously on your valve’s walls.

It’s a tight fight, even with being loosened by Megatron’s thick digits. The transformation seams on your hips and thighs stretch, soft whirs and clicks as your frame adjusts to take him. He’s the biggest you’ve ever had, and the strongest too. The power in his hips drives you up the berth, and he pulls you back down.

You can’t meet his thrusts, but you try and buck your hips in time with him, erratic at first. Megatron’s servos are locked on you, guiding you when your movements skip or miss. All the pleasure centers in your frame are alight, charges sparking and fritzing along your circuitry. Another overload builds, a hot, deep bubbling in your core.

With each thrust of his spike, your valve squelches, the mesh slick and hot with transfluid. More drips down your legs, your aft, onto the berth, leaving everything tacky. Megatron hits a particularly sensitive node deep inside you, one you didn’t even know was there, and you keen. Coolant tears prick at your vision again, escaping the corners and rolling off your faceplates. 

“How badly do you want it?” Megatron seethes, and you could mistake his lust for anger. He seizes your neck cables, dangerous talons threatening Energon lines, as he demands, “How badly do you want me?”

“Desperately.” You wheeze, optics whiting out as Megatron squeezes your neck cables just so as he gives you a series of particularly rough thrusts. Your peds tighten on his back, urging him deeper. Your Master vents, harsh and hot, his engine rumbling loud in his chassis.

“You will look...” Megatron chokes on a groan,”... Excellent with a trine at your hip.”

That makes you whine, Seeker coding squealing and preening at the thought. A trine. Three little sparklings just like their carrier. You’d delight in carrying them in your gestation chamber, wanting to see yourself change and swell to accommodate them.

“I want... I want,” Your voice cuts out, broken by a sob, and you can only manage a tight, “I want that!”

“Good.” Megatron pistons his hips like a jackhammer, his rhythm not breaking once. Powerful thrusts meet the wet heat of your core, the tops of his thigh armor clanking loudly against your legs. The overload warnings start appearing once again. Megatron hisses when your valve tightens around his length, and it prompts him to pick up the pace.

“You are so pretty.” He growls, leaning in to recapture your dermas with his. As he kisses, he doubles his speed and the strength behind it. You moan and sob into his mouth, servos gripping him by the back of the helm. His glossa battles with yours, his sharp denta nicking you more than once. Then he switches to kissing you deeply, soulfully, like he’s found salvation in your dermas.

It’s as you’re so viscerally connected to Megatron that the heat in your core reaches a boiling point, the slow-building electricity coming to its peak. Your valve walls spasm, the giving mesh convulsing in the telltale sign of your overload on the horizon.

Somehow accomplishing it, Megatron kisses you deeper, his faceplates flush and hot against yours. A particularly hard grind of his spike on the sensitive nodes of your valve has you gasping into the silver mech’s mouth. Your optics squeeze shut, you feel like your core is about to explode with heat—

Your second overload hits, just as spectacular and wonderful as the first. Electrified charges bounce between the mesh of your valve and Megatron’s throbbing spike, transfluid soaking him and yourself once again. It’s only after your audials tingle that you realize you’ve screamed loudly enough to reset them. Your systems crash, processors overheated and cooling fans hitching and trembling. With a hiss and a long grunt, Megatron follows you over the edge as well.

Warmth blooms in your core, pleasure nodes and receptors picking up the hot liquid feel of Megatron’s transfluid deep inside you. It comes out in spurts, and he rides his overload by continuing to push into you. As your optics come back online, you catch him hunching over you, ceasing his thrusts in favor of pressing as close as he can, spike still weeping transfluid and coating your inside walls.

Megatron hisses and groans, his frame shivering just once as he finishes, lazily bucking his hips thrice to empty himself completely. He doesn’t disengage his spike, leaving it to soften in your overworked valve. You can’t feel your peds, not after the overload you just experienced, and your entire frame shudders when he nips at your neck cables once again.

For a while, he hovers above you, his EM field embracing your frame. Softly, your servos caress his upper back struts, the tips of your digits dancing along his seams. His servos finally release your hips, revealing he’s left shallow dents in your armor. No matter, you’d wear them proudly. 

“Do you have fiber cloths in your refresher?” Megatron asks, breaking the comfortable silence, his vocal processor crackling only slightly. A twitch of the helm is the best “Yes” you can offer, and brutally Megatron parts from you, drawing a soft whimper as his spike and warmth leave you. The thought of sliding your interface panel back on crosses your mind, but your anterior node and valve are still throbbing so tenderly you can’t will yourself to do it.

You hadn’t realized you closed your optics until Megatron’s approaching pedsteps makes you open them again. He stands before your sprawled, ruined frame, a sheer fiber cloth in his servo, reaching to clean you. Silently, he wipes up the glowing transfluid that’s stained your berth, then moves to clean what’s left on your body.

For a long few moments, the sounds of your cooling fans cycling down, wings softly scraping on your berth, and Megatron’s movements fill your habsuite. At some point, you hear the distinct click of Megatron’s interface panel closing and you tilt your helm up to see him putting his spike away. Also distinctly, the slight burn of soreness as Megatron wipes your exposed valve of excess transfluid.

You’d need to wash regardless, but it’s the thought that counts.

“That was...” And you have no words. Your voice sounds distant and far away, like you’re listening to yourself whisper from miles away. Megatron hums to fill your silence, then you hear the muffled sound of the cloth being discarded somewhere in your room.

“May I join you for the night?” Your Lord’s question is far more polite than it needs to be, considering the circumstances, but it’s 

“Of course.” Your answer is quick and sure, marked by the tremendous effort you put in to roll onto your side, even though you still can’t quite feel your legs. You watch Megatron around your berth and sit at your side. He stretches, silver armor plates shifting and whirring back into place, the length of his back struts revealing his hidden Energon lines.

Then he swings his peds up and lays beside you like it’s the most normal action he’s ever done. Though you do have to scoot over until your wings stick out past the edge.

“I would like for this to be a repeated venture,” Megatron teases after he settles himself, “And if you will accept, for this to be continued past a successful newspark creation.”

He glances at you out the corner of his optic, its glow dimmed. You smile.

He’s never been one for grand romantic gestures, never one to speak about softer, kinder things like “love” or “sparkbonding”. It’s unbecoming of him, the Leader of the Decepticons, former gladiator of Kaon, dark Lord and powerful Master. You don’t know if he’d ever pose the actual question, or if it will remain as nebulous, vague riddles and coded phrases for you to decipher and analyze. It isn’t in Lord Megatron’s making to be tender— At least not in the explicit regards.

“I want nothing less for the sire of my offspring.” You reply, your frame curling around the curve of his chassis, servo finding the same spot it always had: Right above his insignia, above his spark. His engine rumbles evenly, the steady drumming could bring you to power down, though you’re kept awake by the pleasant ache between your legs, the chill of the Nemesis, and the pride in bearing your Lord an heir. 

~ * ~ * ~

epilogue

Your berth is too small, much too small, for two Cybertronians attempting to recharge upon it. Megatron keeps an arm wrapped under and around you to prevent you from falling off, your frame halfway atop his. One of your servos rests under your helm, the other lazily traces invisible shapes on his broad chassis. Both of your EM fields mingle, the waves pulsing to each other in rhythm.

Earthen hours have passed since your coupling, and though you’re tired, you find yourself unable to slip into recharge.

“My Lord?” You catch his attention, Megatron optics flickering back as he pulls himself from the onset of recharge. Part of you regrets keeping him awake— Primus only knows how many sleepless nights your leader subjects himself to— and the other part of you quietly marvels at how he was nearly dozing in your arms. What show of trust is as great as that?

“If I am to carry, this means the Decepticon cause loses one of its strongest warriors—” You sigh happily as the warlord shifts so that his servo rubs your wings, tenderly caressing sensitive transformation seams and Energon lines. What more you wanted to say dies on your glossa, too caught up in the tender display of affection your Lord gives you.

“A temporary hindrance.” Megatron rumbles, shuttering his optics once again and stating, “The Decepticons will prevail.”

It falls quiet, fully so for a handful of clicks until you pipe up again.

“... And, we will need protoforms. And transitionary metals and alloys. And start the process of distilling Energon into low-grade, sparkling-safe—”

Megatron silences you with a deep kiss, one that has you purring in delight and cupping his faceplates. He lingers on your dermas for a few beats, his EM field heavy and warm on yours, lulling you closer to recharge. Megatron parts, settling down on his back struts, his frame creaking and hissing air as he relaxes. Then he sighs:

“We will discuss technicalities in the morning.”

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

Where did you get the "transformer x mouthwashing" crossover idea?

I was interested in Transformers, I watched a few playthroughs of Mouthwashing, I noticed character similarities...

And most importantly, I noticed character differences.

Both Jimmy and TFP Starscream are cowardly, lying, power-hungry people who can and will betray others for their own survival. But Jimmy is the human equivalent of roofied alcohol; Useless in a survival setting (in general), knocks people out (Swansea, likely Anya and or some other poor girl pre-pony express, given that Curly implies he's helped Jimmy though a situation like that before), and gets people into rough situations that due to the time and place, they will not survive (Everyone).

While Starscream is... Starscream is closer to a living military grade swiss army knife; Sharp, cold, but incredible at securing resources (The three years Megatron was off-planet), Works well under high-stress dangerous situations (The entire show/four million year war. Seriously, look at the cards he was dealt, look me in the eyes and tell me you can do better I know I can't), will cut down any opponent without mercy (Cliffjumper, Wheeljack had Soundwave not stopped him), is willing to work with/save others should it benefit him in a substantial and or petty way (Saved Breakdown from MECH despite Megatron telling him not to, saved Arcee from Airachnid despite her being a threat to him because Bee convinced her to spare him/presumably their shared distaste for Airachnid.) And I could go on, but I'd need a rewatch of the show to refresh my memory of everything this robot has endured.

I swapped the two SICs not at the start at their stories, but when everything started to go downhill for the other (The crash for Jimmy, before leaving the decepticons for Starscream) because had Jimmy been there at the start of the war, he either would've been one of the first to die or would've killed so many decepticons in an attempt to save his own skin and had Starscream been there at the start, he would've ran a tight ship and the crew would not think of him fondly, but everyone would make it out okay.

TL;DR: Anya hates Jimmy because he turned a bad but survivable situation into a life threatening one via exploiting his power over her and dammed them to rot in space. And in a non-life-threatening situation, Anya would mildly hate Starscream because he's an asshole who cheats at board games, but at least he's an asshole who takes the job, his mental health evaluations, and their situation seriously.

[uselessmicrowave]

-• transformers masterlist •-

[tfa, tfp, cyberverse, rid15, rescue bots, mtmte]

yell at me if there are any problems with the links, and everything that does not have “(nsfw)” is sfw. “semi-nsfw” can be suggestive to heavily implied smut.

-• transformers animated •-

starscream

starscream x shy reader (semi-nsfw)

starscream x reader (nsfw)

optimus prime

optimus prime x face dysphoric reader hcs

blitzwing (i know he’s an amazing character, i love writing for blitzwing but please all of you calm down)

blitzwing x afab reader period comfort hcs

blitzwing x reader comfort cuddles

blitzwing x reader comfort hcs

blitzwing x reader comfort hcs

blitzwing x reader hcs

blitzwing x reader praise hcs (sfw and nsfw)

blitzwing x reader praise hcs (sfw and nsfw)

blitzwing x insecure reader hcs (sfw and nsfw)

blitzwing x reader temperature play (nsfw)

blitzwing x ftm reader comfort (nsfw)

blitzwing x reader inflation (nsfw)

blitzwing x reader (nsfw)

blitzwing nsfw alphabet (nsfw)

blitzwing x reader petplay (nsfw)

blitzwing x reader petplay, shock collar (nsfw)

wreck gar

wreck gar x reader praise hcs (sfw and nsfw)

wreck gar nsfw alphabet

sentinel prime

sentinel prime x face dysphoric reader hcs

megatron

megatron x reader comfort hcs

megatron x reader (nsfw)

shockwave

shockwave x reader praise hcs (sfw and nsfw)

skywarp

skywarp x reader comfort

blackarachnia

blackarachnia x afab reader period comfort hcs

lockdown

lockdown x reader (nsfw)

lugnut

lugnut x reader comfort hcs

prowl

prowl x insecure reader (sfw and nsfw)

bumblebee

bumblebee x reader comfort hcs

ratchet

ratchet x face dysphoric reader hcs

-• tfa ships/pairings •-

shockblurr

shockwave x blurr (nsfw)

shockwave x blurr (nsfw)

shockwave x blurr overstim (nsfw)

blitzbee

blitzwing x bumblebee angsty (nsfw)

senop

sentinel x optimus (nsfw)

shockblurbee

shockwave x bumblebee x blurr (nsfw)

starbee

starscream x bumblebee (nsfw)

shockbee

longarm/shockwave x bumblebee angst

shockwave x bumblebee ikea date

longarm/shockwave x bumblebee au (nsfw)

shockwave x bumblebee petplay (nsfw)

megablitz

megatron x blitzwing temperature play (nsfw)

megatron x blitzwing (nsfw)

prowlbee

prowl x bumblebee (nsfw)

prowlop

prowl x optimus prime bondage (nsfw)

-• transformers prime •-

optimus prime

optimus prime x human reader falling in love hcs

optimus prime x reader (nsfw)

optimus prime x human reader breeding hcs (nsfw)

optimus prime x human reader breeding hcs part 2 (nsfw)

starscream

starscream x reader bondage (nsfw)

starscream x reader overstim (nsfw)

starscream x reader (nsfw)

wheeljack

wheeljack x reader fluff

wheeljack x insecure reader hcs (sfw and nsfw)

ratchet

ratchet nsfw alphabet

megatron

megatron x reader (dubcon nsfw)

optimus and megatron

megatron x reader x optimus prime part 1 (nsfw, dubcon, part two on second masterlist)

soundwave

soundwave x reader hcs (sfw and nsfw)

soundwave x reader breeding (nsfw)

arcee

arcee x reader hcs (nsfw)

bumblebee

bumblebee x reader (nsfw)

arachnid

arachnid x reader hcs (nsfw)

predaking

predaking x reader (nsfw)

knockout and breakdown

knockout x reader x breakdown (nsfw)

-• tfp ships/pairings •-

kobdss

starscream x kobd headcanons

kobdss fluff hcs

starscream as a ghost

ghostscream

kobdss (nsfw)

kobdss (nsfw)

kobd

kobd mermay headcanons

shockscream

shockwave x starscream headcanons

shockwave x starscream (nsfw)

predastar

predaking x starscream hcs

soundstar

soundwave x starscream orgasm denial (nsfw)

megashock

megatron x shockwave (nsfw)

bulkscream

bulkhead x starscream petplay (nsfw)

starop

ghostscream

starscream x optimus prime (nsfw)

starscream x optimus praise (nsfw)

starscream x optimus size difference (nsfw)

starwavewave

starwavewave (nsfw)

wavewave

soundwave x shockwave (nsfw)

optiratch

optimus x ratchet angst hcs (death tw)

-• cyberverse •-

grimlock

grimlock x reader hcs (semi-nsfw)

shockwave

shockwave x reader hcs (nsfw)

soundwave

soundwave x reader hcs (nsfw)

-• cyberverse ships/pairings •-

astroend

deadend x astrotrain edging (nsfw)

wavewave

shockwave x soundwave (nsfw)

shockjack

shockwave x wheeljack (nsfw)

-• rid15 •-

steeljaw

steeljaw x afab reader period comfort hcs

thunderhoof

thunderhoof x afab reader period comfort hcs

thunderhoof x reader hcs (sfw and nsfw)

fixit

fixit x reader romantic hcs (sfw and nsfw)

grimlock

grimlock x reader romantic hcs (sfw and nsfw)

-• rid15 ships/pairings •-

steelhoof

steeljaw x thunderhoof (nsfw)

grimbee

grimlock x bumblebee (nsfw)

-• rescue bots ships/pairings •-

kade x heatwave hcs

-• mtmte •-

cyclonus and tailgate

cygate x reader comfort hcs

Go to the second transformers masterlist in my pinned post for more content!

[holographic-mars]

What do you think of the new transformers comic?

I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. SKYBOUND AAUUUU oh my god I am nearly obsessed. It’s so good and I love the art and I love the characterization and I just KNOW it’s gonna get better.

I have my small irks with it ofc, I was a little offput by the sort of maybe ish implied arcee x ratchet but that’s just a personal gripe, so I’m not even that mad about it. I don’t think it’ll become canon anyways but.

I love starscream. I love unapologetically evil starscream. I love irredeemable starscream and you know what I love more? Angry soundwave.

I want (I HOPE, I PRAY) soundwave to get fed up with starscreams bullshit and finally do something. Soundwave is such a powerful and underutilized character I want skybound to actually let him take more control over the decepticons for once. Even for a short while until megatron comes back. Soundwave is always the “loyal guy standing stoically behind whoever is in charge” and I yearn for soundwave to get ANGRY and take matters into his own hands. Because god, if anyone can successfully lead the decepticons it’s that bastard.

I also am so so happy to see Jazz again. And Jazz is so wonderfully… Jazz. It’s perfect. He’s perfect.

THE POINT IS. I love it and I’m very excited for more. I have very high hopes and I’m so eager to see what DWJ has planned.

THANK YOU FOR THE ASKKK EEEHEHEHEE ❤️❤️🛸

[arandomaquarius]

~Request Rules!~

Please read all of this post thoroughly before you request anything, thx much appreciated <3

Fandoms I will write for now

•DC (I won’t go by canon often though, and I won’t do Arrowverse)

•Transformers (Bayverse, ROTB/Knightverse and TFP)

•Undertale AUs

•Gravity Falls

•FNAF (only 1, 2, 4, and SB. Maybe movie when the sequel comes out)

DC Characters I will write for now (main characters not side characters)

•Pied Piper/Hartley Rathaway

•Trickster I/James Jesse

•Captain Cold/Leonard Snart

•Wally West/Flash III/Kid Flash

•Triplicate Girl

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Transformers Characters (No Comics!)

•Knockout (Tfp)

•Breakdown (Tfp)

•Wildbreak (RiD15)

•Soundwave (Tfp, RiD15)

•Starscream (Tfp, RiD15)

•Megatron (Tfp)

•Dreadwing (Tfp)

•Skyquake (Tfp)

•Shockwave (Tfp)

•Predaking

•Darksteel

•Skylynx

•Optimus Prime (Bay, Knight/ROTB, Tfp, RiD15)

•Bumblebee (Bay, Knight/ROTB, Tfp, RiD15)

•Ratchet (Bay, Tfp, RiD15)

•Ironhide (Bay)

•Jazz (Bay, RiD15)

•Bulkhead (Tfp, RiD15)

•Crosshairs (Bay)

•Drift (Bay, RiD15)

•Slipstream (RiD15)

•Jetstorm (RiD15)

•Mirage (ROTB/Knight)

•Hotrod (Bay)

•Hound (Bay)

•Grimlock (RiD15)

•Wheeljack (Tfp)

•Ultra Magnus (Tfp)

•Smokescreen (Tfp)

•Windblade (RiD15)

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I'll pretty much do any Undertale AU, preferably Sans but other characters are welcome!

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Gravity Falls Characters

•Grunkle Stan

•Mabel Pines

•Dipper Pines

•Bill Cipher

•Rev!Dipper (Mason Gleeful)

•Rev!Mabel (Mabel Gleeful)

•Rev!Bill Cipher (Will Cipher)

•FightFalls!Dipper

•FightFalls!Mabel

•FightFalls!Bill Cipher (Kill Cipher)

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What I Will Write

•Fluff

•Hurt/No Comfort

•Angst (character death included)

•Hurt/Comfort

•Headcanons

•Drabbles

•Scenarios

•One-shots

•Platonic

•Romantic (depends on the character, but I’ll do it for most)

•Crackfics

•character x reader

•character x character

•m/m, f/f, m/f etc

•gn reader

•fem reader

•Cybertronian reader

•specific species reader

•some dark topics (I’ll let you know if it’s too much)

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What I Will Not Write

•NSFW (there are plenty of other blogs for this, do not ask me. However, I might put a few suggestive things in)

•Rape/assault (I am willing to write reactions to it in hcs or imply it, but I won’t explicitly state it)

•character x oc

•uhhh I forget what it’s called but like cyborg reader or like half-human-half-cybertronian reader

I am willing to write characters being sexist, racist, transphobic, homophobic, and overall bigots. I DO NOT support it. However, I strive to keep things real in my writing, and those things do unfortunately occur. It is something I face every day, and I’m sure you do too. These people exist and I am simply acknowledging that.

You may request now! Remember to be specific when you do! Thank you for reading! If you have any questions, feel free to ask me! <3

Edit: some requests won’t get done, simply because I can’t think of anything for it. I’ll try to let you know if that’s the case but no guarantees

Masterlist!

[georgiebones]

Here’s a Little Sneak Peak On a Transformers(TFP/RiD/RB) AU I’m Working On :3 (a LOT More Under Cut)

2 Versions Bc Grayscale Is Cool :P

Info Abt The AU:

This AU Is Very Similar To TFP/RB But It Is Based Around The Antagonists of TFP With Exceptions of Some(Airachnid, Predaking/Predacons). It Takes Place In Jasper(Same As TFP)But Each of The Characters Are Partially Humanized/And or Have Their Names Changed(Ex: Starscream Is Humanoid But Has His TFP Wings, Eye Colour, Height, Name, Etc But Has a Similar Personality To His G1 Self, While Megatron Is Humanized But Has His Name Shortened). Instead of The Decepticons Being An Antagonistic Group, They Are Just a Military Group With Ranks That I Have Chosen(Which I Will List)

Head Commander: Meg (Megatron).

Second In Command(s): Starscream, Shockwave.

Medic(s): KO (Knockout), Soundwave.

Warriors: Breaxdon (Breakdown)[Typically Leads Fights], Vehicons + Steve.

Notes:

There Will Be Graphic Scenes/Death In This AU’s Story But Will Be Tagged As Such In The Tags or Start of The Posts. This AU Will Not Have a Happy Ending, It Will Have a Bittersweet One At The Best, There Will Be Major Character Death, There Will Be Sensitive Topics But Sparklings/Children Will NOT Be Harmed or Killed Bc I’ll Actually Cry If I Have To Write Abt a Kid Dying, So If Ur Sensitive 2 Stuff Like That, Please Read Warnings, If U Read It And Get Triggered AFTER Reading The Warnings Then That Is Ur Own Fault For Not Understanding.

As You Can See From The Pictures I Added, a Lot of The Art For This AU Will Be Made In Gacha, Though The Character Sheets Will Be Drawn Traditionally With Pencil And Paper/or Digitally Using IbisPaintX, I Am NOT a Professional Artist In Any Way But I Am NOT Asking For Art Tips or Criticism, So Do NOT Give Me Any, I Do Not Want It.

I Will NOT Be Making Character Sheets For The Autobots(Besides For a Select Few Important Ones), I Will Make ONE Character Sheet For The Vehicons, Displaying The Different Features They Can Have(And Steve).

There Will Be a Few Characters From Different Shows That May Appear In This AU(Ex: Wildbreak The Stunticon From RiD 2015 Will Be Breakdown And Knockouts Son Because of The Similarities, He Will Get a Character Sheet But He Will Not Be All Too Important, Just To Give More Life To Both Breakdown And Knockout. Characters From Different Shows/Comics May Also Be Mentioned(Ex: The Rescue Bots/Griffin Rock May Be Mentioned But Will Not An Important Thing, Just Something In Passing Conversation or May Be Mentioned Because of a Character That May Show Up For a Brief Time[NOT SAYING WHO YET !!!!!!!]).

Ships WILL Likely Be Included In This AU. Don’t Like Them? Ignore Them or Just Move On, Hate Will Not Affect My Writing or Art, I’ll Just Kindly Block U🫶

Ships That May Be Featured: Knockout x Breakdown/BreakOut/KnockDown(Canon). Implied Past Knockout x Starscream. More May Be Added !!

There Are Aromantic/Asexual/AroAce/Aspec Characters In This AU, So I Must Request That You Do Not Make Ships of/Do Sexual Scenarios of My Version of The Aspec Characters Without ASKING Me.(Ex: Meg/Megatron Is Aromantic. All of The Vehicons Are AroAce. Starscream Is Greysexual Panromantic)

I’ve Been Working On This AU Since Last Monday And Have Drawn Out Two Character Sheets(Knockout And Starscream) But I Will Be Drawing Out More Over The Course of The Next Weeks, But I Am Still a Student So It Will Likely Not Be All That Consistent.

[vhaos-chaotic-writing]

Alright, time to go silly. ♪(´▽｀)

WARNING: The song contains mentions of prostitution, implied murders. The following post also has mentions of slavery.

TFP Starscream x Flower of the Plateau.

First off, the song Flower of the Plateau is a song that belongs to Mothy-P's Evillious Chronicles saga, following after the events of the The Madness of Duke Venomania song - the protagonist tries to live her perfect life as no one in her town knew she as a harlot before, but when 2 people arrive and might ruin her perfect life, it is heavily implied she murdered them and kept going with her own life.

I've read a couple of fanfictions where Starscream (taking on the Transformers Prime universe), before the war, was not part of the royalty or an important scientist or whatever important role - but a slave in Vos.

This could be content to make a small series of fanfictions where Starscream tries to bury his past and not let others know he was once a slave, only a few knowing it (Like Megatron and Soundwave) - maybe he offlined a few important bots here and there... Skywarp and Thundercracker were also slaves and Starscream became too protective of them to then lose them in the middle of the war... Loosen thoughts and ideas here and there.

"A seeker must be absolutely pristine, never once dirtied by the ground" - and Starscream was a seeker forced to kneel on the ground, chained and treated like an object.

Hehe that's all I got. Buh-bye! (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

Guys I have an idea with another vocaloid song I'mma just leave this post so I remember once I'm off from work to write it down here

o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

Of course it has to do with Starscream and a Vocaloid song.

[polygonal-trees]

I really want to know what went down between Megatron and Soundwave, in that gap between the end of the invasion arc and completing the Wall.

I would say that Soundwave is not as loyal in Cyberverse as he is in other continuities, but he's still pretty damn loyal. He was one of Megatron's highest ranking soldiers, he was willing to throw hands with Starscream, and he's known Megatron since the first Decepticon rally. The two go way back, possibly to before the Decepticon movement began.

But Megatron didn't include Soundwave in his plans to defend against the Other One. Didn't even tell him about it.

What happened? Why did Soundwave have to sneak around?

Megatron's defense team consisted of Astrotrain, Dead End, Sky-Byte, and Wild Wheel. The reason for the first two is obvious, they already know what's going on and really don't want Megatron X to find them. Sky-Byte seems a slightly stranger choice, but it's established that he and Megatron are old friends, and apparently Sky-Byte has some technological know-how. He's probably there to replace Shockwave.

But Wild Wheel? The ex-Autobot?? Sure, dude can shoot and he hates Optimus Prime, but did Megatron seriously trust him more than Soundwave?

I can understand Shadow Striker's absence a little better, she's never been established as having a close connection with Megatron (although she was also at his rally...), and while she's a commander of some sort, her position doesn't seem that specialized. She wasn’t ‘necessary’ like Astrotrain.

But Soundwave was Megatron's intelligence & communications officer and social media manager - you would think that his skills could be applied! Perhaps he could have devised some sort of early warning system, or at least helped keep Megatron's team together (since the Insecticons noped out). It’s even implied he had some scientific knowledge, since he was in line to replace Shockwave. But more than that, in previous seasons, Megatron appeared to like and trust him.

Soundwave was in charge of the Nemesis while Megatron was fighting, Soundwave attended the peace negotiations at Megatron’s side, and Soundwave can goof around playing music in a way I don't think a random Decepticon grunt would be allowed to. He has privileges.

So again - what happened?

Did Megatron decide that Soundwave just wasn't that important? That he had all the help he needed? Did he think it would be better to keep his group small, maybe to stop word getting out? If that was the case, you would think he could trust Soundwave with secrecy, but maybe Soundwave lost that trust during the Quintesson invasion arc.

Was Megatron simply too proud to ask for help? Did he want as few people as possible to know he was in danger? He didn't rally his army in his defense, and he only asked Optimus at the very last second. Did he just not want to admit his fear to Soundwave? It seems in-character, if stupid.

Did Megatron not like the fact that Soundwave took control in his absence? Maybe he accused Soundwave of trying to usurp him, and refused to keep him close. Did he worry that Soundwave would become like Starscream? Did Megatron cut Soundwave out due to a paranoid urge to protect himself from another threat? After everything that happened, it seems possible.

Or maybe Megatron was trying to protect Soundwave instead. To keep his friend away from the conflict. They have, after all, known each other for a long time, Soundwave being one of Megatron’s earliest supporters who didn’t side with Optimus. This theory seems unlikely, since Megatron had no problem involving Sky-Byte, but maybe his relationship with Soundwave was different.

Or maybe... Soundwave acted first?

Maybe he confronted Megatron about the Wall, about his leadership, about his choice to abandon the planet. According to the movie synopses, the Decepticons have made a treaty with the Autobots. If Megatron is dead, that presumably makes Soundwave one of the de-facto leaders - did he sign the treaty? Could it be that Soundwave liked the unity he helped build during the invasion, and was tired of the conflict, and argued with Megatron about it?

Did Soundwave want actual, lasting peace?

Notably, during the invasion arc, Soundwave doesn't even suggest that they free Megatron. Sure, the plan meant he'd be freed alongside everyone else, but there was no attempt on Soundwave's part to rescue Megatron as an individual, as opposed to Hot Rod's plan to free Optimus.

Could that just be Soundwave being pragmatic? Possibly! But could it also be possible he was tired of Megatron's shit by that point? That he felt abandoned when Megatron left with Dead End? Did Soundwave walk away from Megatron?

I don't know, but I really hope we find out.

[blueikeproductions]

So having watched the first season of Transformers Cyberverse, I’ve got some thoughts to express. Overall I thought it was boring and a bit uninspired in places, but I generally think that’s more on me as a veteran fan. The first season aims to tell the abridged origin of the Great War, which seems loosely based on the Aligned and IDW origins: the Decepticons came to power to overthrow a oppressive government. As such it doesn’t do much new, so it’s nothing I, or other veterans, haven’t heard before, but as an entry point for new fans, I think it serves its purpose to give them the general gist of things. Interwoven with the backstory is Bumblebee and Windblade’s exploits on Earth, as they dodge enemy Seekers, fix Bee’s memories (which is where the flashbacks come from), and locate The Ark to reunite with the other Autobots. Like the Bumblebee movie, the titular Autobot has lost his memories, and fumbles his way around in a child like manner, needing Windblade’s Cityspeaker skills to refresh his memory so he can tell her where the Ark is. This part of the story is a little better, as it offers more original material, with additional flashbacks as to how Bee and Windy met. Their friendship is rather touching, if mildly cliche from a teenage romcom scenario. Back on Cybertron, Bee was a charming dork while Windblade was the new girl in town (like in IDW, she’s from Caminus), and feel in with the popular clique: Starscream’s jets. Charmed by Bumblebee’s antics and disgusted by Starscream’s cruelty, Windy decides to hang with Bee and a friendship is born. The sparse prewar segments are generally the best parts, showing a simplified glimpse at what Cybertron was like. There’s a hint of mild Shapeism, in that the jet Transformers think they’re the cream of the crop, and look down on ground vehicles. Similarly, cars don’t have a high opinion of the smarmy jets either. Nevertheless, everyone seems to generally get along just fine at MacCadam’s Old Oil House, with Soundwave and other Seekers providing musical entertainment. MacCadam’s is probably the best episode of the first season, which shows the subtle collapse of Cybertronian society though small timeskips. Cities are reduced to rubble, tensions are high, but the Oil House stood firm for the longest time, helped by MacCadam’s strict no fighting policy. When Megatron intends to rip the place apart looking for Deadlock, owner Mac transforms into an unseen form to frighten the tyrant off, and lets the future Drift stay for as long as he likes. Also a new Cybertronian sport, Cube, is shown, which seems to be Quidditch mixed with football. It’s honestly not that interesting, but Bumblebee was such a big fan of the sport, he tries to sneak into the stadium to see it, ultimately interfering in a game (though at this point he was trying to stop a bored Starscream from ruining the game). Worth nothing Cyberverse’s sister series, Rescue Bots Academy, also includes Cube and it’s other biggest fan Hot Shot. The present day stories though do have their flaws. There’s really no point for the Autobots to be on Earth, as it feels obligatory more so than anything else because that’s what previous stories did. The Robots in Disguise factor seems largely abandoned as nobody bothers to scan Earth modes, and freely run around in their space forms. Grimlock seems to be the only one who scanned an Earth form however, though this wasn’t made immediately clear in flashbacks since he still had saurian like kibble. (Hindsight suggests he probably turned into a vaguely saurian tank however). Really, outside of Grimlock’s brief backstory and Shockwave’s plan to raze Earth in order to kill the Autobots and collect the Allspark, the Transformers could’ve been running around Pluto or Mars instead. Nobody interacts with or befriends humans, so there’s not much of a drive to defend Earth beyond it’s the right thing to do. And also the Ark, but still. Character work is probably the worst aspect of the show unfortunately. Outside of Grimlock, MacCadam and Teletraan X, nobody really has any interesting personality or quirks. Bee is transplanted from his Movie and Prime incarnation, while Windy seems mostly defined by her sisterly relationship with Bee. As such she doesn’t really work on her own, as she lacks any of the traits possessed by her earlier counterparts. At best I can say she’s loyal and a good fighter, but without someone to bounce off of, she’s uninteresting. Bee doesn’t have anything new going for him either. He still speaks with his radio and is the little buddy, but that’s about it. Oh, the Allspark apparently reacted to him on Cybertron, implying a greater destiny, but nothing else is said about this for the time being. The only other major presence are Slipstream’s Seekers, but they might as well have been Vehicons, as there’s little to no character development for any of them. They’re all little more than dumb thugs. At most, Slipstream wants to look good in front of high command, but this isn’t explored much. Really the only interesting Seeker is Acid Storm, who due to animation errors and, perhaps a lack of communication between the show runners and Hasbro, is said to be gender fluid to cover up the error. It’s actually a fun idea that could be fleshed out more, among other things, on how other Decepticons view it (Slip is fine with it, but Shockwave sees no combat value in it), but I fear they’ll not be allowed to do so. The other legacy Autobots and Decepticons seen have nothing new to offer, and are who they’ve been in the original G1 cartoon. Grimlock is an exception as he has a split personality, being prim and proper in robot mode, but his classic caveman brute in beast mode. In an example of telling, not showing, Grimlock was revealed to have reigned on Earth during the dinosaur age, allegedly creating an advanced dinosaur society. It’s another cool idea, but as we’re not really shown how this worked, it feels half baked at best. Many wish we would’ve gotten a spotlight episode of Grim and his dinosaur friends instead, but who knows, maybe a possible IDW Cyberverse comic might dip into that more. Because of the show’s 10 minute time frame, a lot of more emotional and impactful scenes are stunted pretty badly, most notably a flashback detailing a heroic sacrifice by Blurr, but it’s clear the writers are doing their best with what they’ve got to work with. Similarly new Decepticon Shadow Striker also gets the shaft in development. Characteriszed as a shortfused, competitive girl, Shadow was at one point the Decepticons’ top bounty hunter and sharpshooter, but an accident following the capture of Optimus left her severely crippled. Now having a mishmash body cobbled together by Shockwave, she’s no longer able to do a lot of what she was able to, and is driven by an insane fury to get revenge on Bumblebee, who played an admittedly minor role in her accident. They’re supposed to be arch enemies, but their limited interactions feel very forced. If anything she had more chemistry with fellow impulsive wreckloose Hot Rod. It does feel like there might be set up for her to switch sides, as Bee has been shown to cut her some slack that she partially acknowledges, but I might be looking too hard into it. Overall, Cyberverse repackages what came before it, but does very little new to innovate. The season finale ends with the Decepticon Battle Fleet zeroing in on Earth to wipe out the restored Autobots. This at least suggests a straight forward 80’s style clash between Bots and Cons next season. I’m hoping the second season has some better stories, but talk of killing off a lot of the characters (a jokey comment in particular says Optimus dies immediately in the second season, with another implying Bumblebee becomes Goldbug), makes me a bit skeptical of the show’s story going forward. I’m still gonna check it out though, and if the Goldbug thing is true, I wouldn’t mind seeing that side of Bee again.

[letsdiscussrobots-blog]

A shade too dark - implied reader x decepticons TFP

The life of an online artist was slow. Painfully slow some might say, and with the constant war that was going on people were too focused elsewhere to be looking around for an artist to hire. The transformers ever since they had come into the public eye had been gaining a lot of attention and people weren’t sure it was a good thing, mixed opinions surfacing all over the web space you had made your home. Personally? you welcomed them- even the less than noble ones. Any picture you could find was another reference image for the hundreds of folders you already had because after all it wasn’t every day aliens appeared from the sky and announced their presence for the whole world to see.

Your constant drawings and doodles had gained notice in the community, fawning over the sketches and doodles and downright fangirling over any finished paintings you did- though some were less than happy when they noticed there were a lot more of the Decepticon artwork than there were Autobot. Anon hate was swiftly sent to the trash, where it belonged. You could appreciate problematic characters without genuinely liking them and no grey face would tell you otherwise. It was a few days after you had posted a speedpaint video of a transformer allegedly known as Shockwave when a commission came in at last, effectively ending the dry period of no funds.

The person had no avatar, no content on their blog and their username was beyond generic but their request was incredibly precise with the addition of reference images that were downright incredible. No blur, good lighting- and the pay was genuinely good. The commission was negotiated in less than half an hour, a full body painting of this mech she hadn’t seen before in red and yellow. Happy to be of service, the commission was completed and the client was more than happy to pay for your services- multiple times actually. This one person seemed to have an excessive amount of love of your art and funds to keep commissioning work. It became common place for at least a sketch a day to be done to the delight and smug satisfaction of this mysterious customer.

After a month of this back and forth, another joined in. Similar profile, this anonymous source requested a jetfighter looking mech in a fully rendered background, all angular and intimidating with crimson eyes that pierced through any shadows that lingered around his face. This particular buyer seemed more picky with certain things, wanting to get it absolutely perfect but ultimately was impressed with the finished result, becoming another regular. It wasn’t as frequent as the other, but the commissions this particular client requested were always grand, and quite expensive.

At this point you had become the go to artist online for all transformer commissions for a particular set of people, no longer drawing any of the Autobots. Everytime someone complained about that though, another person seemed to start paying to see another Decepticon drawn. Shockwave and soundwave were next, asking for more technical drawings than the others.

At this point you didn’t question the buyers and their anonymous natures, communication between each one being unique in its own way. It was when you started livestreaming the drawing process that little semblances of jokes and friendships began to form. The stream consisted mainly of 2 people under their known commission aliases. Knockout, and Starscream. The two would bicker back and forth between who was better, others occasionally popping in to silently watch the show and observe how the art was made. You had become rather fond of them all after 4 months of knowing each and every one, on talking terms with seemingly all of them.

Then for awhile, all went silent. Commissions hit a pause and communication went blank, not a single message shared between them even between knockout and yourself who was always online the most. Days went by…

A single email surfaced, containing a very specific request. A single portrait of the Decepticon leader, Megatron, full colour and effects with a dark background. The reference images attached to the document were haunting in the most curious sense. The payment had already been sent by the time you even pulled up a blank canvas on your computer, deciding that tonight was not a streaming night. Whoever this was had an overwhelming air of importance to them, and deserved full attention.

It was done after 3 days of none stop work, dedicating every spare moment to assuring it was just right- and the image was sent off into the void, anxiously anticipating a reply. The reply came less than an hour later, with a simple sentence that made your whole body shiver.

How would you like to become the official Decepticon artist?

OMG thank you thank you! This wonderful and I love it to death! Gosh reader inserts are my favorite things to read I just. I love everything about this. Thank you so much.

[not-a-moose-in-disguise]

Ok, I typed this out while sleep deprived so it may not make the most sense. Nevertheless here are the notes i promised:

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Basic worldbuilding for TFP and G-F Crossover Fic I want to write.

G-F is set in 2012

Tfp is set in 2010 i think.

-For plot reasons this obvs wouldnt work, would need to be after G-F season 2 (Bots in weirdmageddon is too much im sorry) also would like the town to be more aware. IE the bots kinda being an open secret.

-the kids would have to be established with the bots i think, but i also like the silo as a location, so im not sure on the timing for that.

-The decepticons: aight i want to make this a "the decepticons HAD a point" verse. Megatron is an irredeemable warlord, starscream is gonna be a semi-sympathetic character, he could never defect to the bots but he could leave the cons, maybe to set up a new VOS? I do like the idea of him being the last seeker though, its angsty sue me. Knockout x breakdown, they like ducktecktive.

Soundwave, right im not sure for him, he is great when all dad but i don't know how i would characterise that.

Think he would like the mystery twins, he doesnt much like the autobots but i can see him and mable getting on. She would knit him a sweater and he would love it. They remind him of Rumble and Frenzy. :(

(tfa swindle gotta meet stan. NO im not sorry)

WORLDS COLLIDE

how? -Cons/bots detect massive amounts of energon in oregon, meet STEVE/ 5T3V3

-Mech is there or something, looking for Fords tech, fowler goes there and sees the weird stuff (Maybe Powers/Triggger work for fowler?)

-OR: -June wants to go on a relaxing holiday away from the stress, they go camping -Raf somehow get in contact with Dipper, covering up traces of the Bots online comes across Dippers guide to the unexplained (I think thats implied to be something Dipper puts on the internet.) aftermath from when the agents tried to investigate. Raf finds dippers internet series (guide to the unexplained) and fowler is intrigued.

I like the idea of this going thru Raf or Miko, miko is adventuorus which fits GF and Raf is just a cutie patootie.

OOH connect the three

So, A lull in con activity and everyone is a bit stressed. Jack suggests a vacay, Miko says thrash monkey is playing woodstick, Raf follows by saying he has a Friend over in Oregon who it would be cool to meet.

----> I want Soos to understand bumblebee, if for nothing else than i think it would be nice

Becomes a day trip for Miko to concert, Raf hangs out with the twins doing normal 12 year old hijinks (same age as the Twins) and jack stays in cabin of some sort with June.

Should a bot go with them? . Miko Could take bulk maybe, Arcee Should go with jack and June, as a protector and to get to know June better. - Like it makes sense June would want to get to know Arcee better seeing as Jack hangs out with her.

Now who should spill secret first?

BOTS revealed: Soos loves it, Dipper faints, Mabel starts designing "Mega-jumbo-sized sweaters" Ford maybe might know of them already, Stan wants to do a ponzi scheme on Bud Gleeful. Wendy finds the bots cool, thinks even Tambri would be impressed. I think she would like Miko given how wild she is. (WheelJack friends with Wendy?- I feel like there could be some good chemistry there)

Gravity Falls weirdness reveal to the bots: -the bots get to freak out at the supernatural and the twins can be nonchalant towards the humans until Miko says bulk could kick whatever monsters ass and Dipper gets confused.

----> Dipper talking about gremgoblin Miko: Ahh man, wish me and Bulk' were there, we could have taken it down wrecker style! Nuthin scares a Wrecker!! Dipper: Bulk? Whos that like Jaspers resident monster hunter? (suspicous) Miko: Has just blown cover Uhhhhhhh…

Prime would like the journal, archivist instincts. ratchet would hate the weirdness, but be grouchy-friends with stan. Bulkhead, soos and wheeljack would get on i think. Arcee would prob have some sort of comradeship with Wendy.

Tambri inexplicably somehow already knows Soundwave, (She sends the CRAZIEST texts!)

PLOT DEVICES/ REACTIONS

I imagine they would all be horrified by even the concept of GIF-fany let alone that she exists, A sparkless yandere that can hijack machinery and electronics? could she hijack the bots??

if so i imagine that would be bot nightmare fuel oooh oooh idea!

i imagine it would be kinda like a possesion scenario where the bot is still lucid just not in control.

She is a bit OP so would need limitations… Cant just transfer wirelessly, like inti things that arent internet connected i mean, she can use wires and stuff. OR IS SHE EVEN SPARKLESS? SPARKS ARE ENERGY AND SHE IS CODE-- CODE IS ELCTRICITY-- IS SHE LIKE A FORMLESS SPARK..?? -- hmmmm can she even be tried to be adopted?? OOOh does she steal like a protoform that starscream has stashed for clone round 2?...

Those size changey crystal things? Ratchet would research them, anything to give a leg up on the CONS! if they can be smaller without using mass displacement they can make their energon stores last longer. Means the bots could be human sized for shennangians. Or are able to shrink the cons. I dread to think what would happen if the cons found them out. Nothing good.

The Manotaurs would find the wreckers cool.

Optimus would like how peaceful the woods can be. The high trees remind him of the crystal gardens in Iacon, not the big main one. The smaller one that was special to him and Elita, the one only he remembers. The idea that the townspeople of gravity falls just roll with the weirdness makes him hopeful that one day humanity at large can be friends with Cybertron.

Miko:(inexplicably likes robbies music)

Fowler: Is enamoured with Greasy's Diners Coffee. - When he learns of the Blind eye is simultaneously horrified with the ethics (DOES THE GOVERENMENT HAVE THIS) and also jealous (would save him SO much paperwork) - When he realises the whole town is AWARE of the weirdness he almost has a panic attack. The "Never mind all that! Law" is the best hes ever heard- (civillians managing their OWN coverup… and well! WITHOUT HIM HAVING TO DO PAPERWORK??!!. Fowler heaven right there) ( Fowler calls Bryce and tries to get him to use his Fed connections to make the Prez extend this local law nationally . Bryce: wtf")

Knockout: Is in love with the gravity falls public access tv, it has the funniest horror films hes ever seen (The man with no taste!)

Swindle: Is SO jealous of the dumbness of Stans customers its not even funny just sad.

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I apologise for the lack of structure, its literally just a stream of consciousness. Still though i think this is a crossover that's really slept on so I thought I would share my ideas for it

So here are some TFP X Gravity Falls crossover starter ideas I am yet to do something with (I want to write this I swear) I think I talked about this before: nevertheless my ideas.

1) Miko wants to go to a Slash Monkey concert: their next concert is at Woodstick festival . (The one from the love god episode)

More to come- I made the notes on my laptop and I’m typing this on mobile at a pub

[fangirlingatstuff]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Transformers: Prime Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Megatron/Original character(s), Starscream/Original Character(s), Knock Out/Original Character(s), Optimus Prime/Original Character(s) Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Knock Out (Transformers), Arcee (Transformers), Bumblebee (Transformers), Bulkhead (Transformers), Ratchet (Transformers), Miko Nakadai, Rafael "Raf" Esquivel, Jack Darby, Cliffjumper (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers), Breakdown (Transformers), Dreadwing (Transformers), Skyquake (Transformers), Original Character(s) - Character, William Fowler, Logan (X-Men) Additional Tags: Graphic Description of Corpses, Torture, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Major Character Injury, Major Original Character(s), Cannibalism, Insanity, Mental Institutions, Altered Mental States, huge change in character personalities, Stalking, Fire, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Major character death - Freeform, Original Character Death(s), Paranoia, Yandere? maybe Summary:

Carnivore noun an animal that feeds on flesh.

Does not include insane cyber-organic organisms

Probably doesn't include insane cyber-organic organisms

Definitely includes insane cyber-organic organisms

 An au of something I have and am currently still writing, this does include stuff that is definitely not canon, and basically the good ole "let's put dragons in this"

[uselessmicrowave]

-• transformers masterlist 2 •-

[tfa, tfp, rid15, mtmte]

everything that does not have a link is in the queue and will be posted soon! yell at me if there are any problems with the links.

-• transformers prime •-

optimus prime

(holoform) optimus prime x reader (mentions of eating disorder)

optimus prime x reader comfort

optimus prime x reader comfort

optimus prime x reader nsfw (apology sex)

optimus prime and megatron

optimus prime x reader x megatron nsfw (dubcon)

ratchet

ratchet love letter

ratchet x reader nsfw (oral)

ratchet x reader nsfw (lingerie)

ratchet x fem reader nsfw (bdsm)

ratchet x reader nsfw (cockwarming)

starscream

starscream x reader angst hcs

starscream x reader breakup comfort hcs

starscream x reader self care hcs

dreadwing

dreadwing x reader angst hcs

dreadwing nsfw alphabet

predaking

predaking x reader angst hcs

predaking nsfw alphabet

soundwave

soundwave x reader amica endurae hcs

soundwave x reader nsfw (sounding)

soundwave nsfw alphabet

shockwave

shockwave x reader bedtime routine hcs

shockwave x reader nsfw (sounding)

shockwave x reader implied nsfw

shockwave nsfw (masturbation)

bumblebee

bumblebee x reader nsfw

bee ramble nsfw

megatron

megatron nsfw alphabet

breakdown

breakdown x reader comfort hcs

breakdown x m.e.c.h. employee reader hcs

breakdown x reader nsfw (oral)

arcee

arcee nsfw alphabet

knockout and breakdown

knockout x breakdown x reader amica endurae hcs

knockout x breakdown x reader nsfw (oral, size kink)

smokescreen

smokescreen x reader phobia comfort

ultra magnus

ultra magnus nsfw alphabet

-• tfp ships •-

kobdss

knockout x starscream x breakdown hypnotherapy hcs

knockout x starscream x breakdown (nsfw)

kobd

knockout x breakdown (x megatron [nsfw, light size kink])

-• transformers animated •-

optimus prime

optimus prime x reader comfort

optimus prime x reader (petplay, sfw)

sentinel prime

sentinel prime love letter

sentinel prime x reader protection hcs

sentinel prime x reader hcs nsfw

sentinel prime x reader nsfw

sentinel prime x reader nsfw

blitzwing

blitzwing x reader comfort

blitzwing nsfw (masturbation)

blitzwing x big bot reader nsfw

wreck gar

wreck gar x reader hcs semi nsfw

megatron

jealous megatron x reader hcs

megatron x reader breakup comfort hcs

megatron x reader nsfw hcs (thigh kink)

starscream

starscream x reader nsfw hcs (thigh kink)

ratchet

ratchet x reader petplay nsfw

ratchet x reader nsfw hcs (thigh kink)

prowl

prowl x reader comfort (depression/anxiety mention)

swindle

swindle x predacon reader nsfw (biting)

bumblebee

bee ramble nsfw

-• tfa ships •-

lockprowl

lockdown x prowl

senwreck

sentinel prime x wreck gar

senop

sentinel x optimus nsfw (sparkplay, masochism)

-• rid15 •-

sideswipe

sideswipe x reader nsfw

drift

drift x reader comfort

bumblebee

bee ramble nsfw

-• rid15 ships •-

springfire

quillfire x springload nsfw

steelhoof

steeljaw x thunderhoof semi-nsfw (feral steeljaw, petplay[?])

-• mtmte •-

brainstorm

brainstorm x reader stage fright comfort hcs

brainstorm x reader hcs semi-nsfw

ratchet

ratchet x reader spark murmur headcanons

ratchet x reader hcs nsfw

whirl

whirl x reader stage fright comfort hcs

whirl x reader spark murmur headcanons

whirl x reader hcs nsfw

rodimus prime

rodimus prime x reader stage fright comfort hcs

rodimus prime x reader nsfw

swerve

swerve love letter

swerve x reader amica sparkbonding

ultra magnus

ultra magnus love letter

-• rescue bots •-

chase

chase x dominant reader nsfw (edging)

-• cyberverse ships •-

wheeljack x shockwave nsfw (gun kink)