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iLOVE your works ššš a sequel to your most recent would be amazingā¦
maybe sentinel and starscream come at a close tie so they both get a special treat~ā¦
Sentinel/Prime!Reader/Starscream [TFO]
tw: nsf//w (minors, don't read please), power imbalance, jealousy, competitive behavior, slight posessive behavior, master/subordinate relationships. word count: 1,4k additional tags: Prime!Reader, cybertronian!readr, gender-neutral!reader (but they have valve in this one), double valve penetration, valveplug, threesome, rivalry between Starscream and Sentinel, pre-TFO events, sub!reader, dom!Sentinel, dom!Starscream. a/n: I will forever not stop making sentinel the most pathetic one in this duo. thank you for your request~
Ever since that blessed day, you can't help, but thank Alchemist for the idea he once gave you.
There was no doubt that ever since you had confronted two of the most arrogant mechs you had ever seen in your entire life, you now finally had a chance to have some rest.
The only thing left to do was to lazily keep track of the score, watching as these two faithfully carried out your every slightest errand, eagerly awaiting their reward like faithful dogs.
'One point in Starscream's favor, two in Sentinel's favor...Six points for Starscream, five for Sentinel....'
All it took was to sit in your comfy office, minding your own business while your two assistants ran back and forth, handling your assignments.
Some of these were extremely important; some were just dusting at the bottom of the list, waiting in the dark for their time. Just for those types of occasions, sometimes it's nice to have someone like Starscream and Sentinel.
You could mark the one's success in your notes, and at the same minute, the other would burst in, immediately taking all of your attention away. Such a harmless competition, you didn't even specify what exactly you could offer them for their hard work, but the barely disguised implication in your tone left not that much room for guessing.
Until...
āCongratulations, you have an equal number of points,ā you announced, an easy, almost perfect smile on your face, the one you always wear in public.
āThere can't be-ā Starscream begins, until he is interrupted by Sentinel.
āWith all due respect, but there's definitely some kind of mistake here,ā he gets in front of Starscream, an almost offended look on his face. Him? On equal score with Starscream? That sounds like a very personal insult.
The member of the high guard only huffs in frustration and shoves the blue-and-gold bot forcibly aside, almost pushing him down to the floor.
āYou should do a recount. One has to be the winner,ā the jet crosses his servos over his chassis, pede tapping lightly against the floor in a barely concealed display of anger.
āSomeone like me, obviously,ā Sentinel sneers, his servo settling down at the center of his chassis as if trying to emphasize the sincerity of his words. āI am your advisor, after all, no wonder I'm better at dealing with your errands.ā
Your optics only flicker between Starscream and Sentinel, silently observing their conflict. You would probably laugh at this if you hadn't had to endure it for many, many cycles.
āThere is no mistake here, my calculations are correct,ā you say simply, placing your servos on the surface of your desk. āHowever, I am not satisfied with the quality of your work. You will still have a chance to...prove yourself, one last time.ā
Who knew that your seemingly innocuous game, which was supposed to resolve what seemed to be...an inexhaustible conflict between your two subordinates, could lead to more than unexpected consequences?
You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel an ounce of pleasure in this arrangement.
āCan't you stop twitching for just one minute? You are getting in the way,ā Starscream hissed softly, throwing a sharp glare in his rival's direction.
āIt's not my fault you're taking up...ngh- so much space,ā Sentinel groans, blue optics flickering slightly at the momentary shock of pleasure that runs along his spine.
Your poor, poor advisor can't help but let out another shameless moan as he barely thrusts forward, the tip of his spike pressing against Starscream's own, rooted deep inside you.
āIf you have any protests, you can always leave,ā the jet hummed. His servos tightened their hold on your thighs, spreading them further apart to make a room for two.
Sentinel's golden wings bristled at these words, and soon after, he leaned closer to you, only to start bickering with the other mech right behind your shoulder. Oh, the sheer audacity!
āLike I would,ā Sentinel purred, almost in spite of the leader of the high guard. āAs if I can trust you how to properly care for our dear Prime over here.ā
That arrogant, self-centered bastard, how ironicā if only you weren't there, Starscream would have wiped that smirk off his faceplate this instant.
āAreĀ you going to do something already?ā you, once again, have to be between the two mechs, both literally and figuratively now. āI'll fall into recharge faster, unless one of you actually starts moving.ā
That commanding, demanding voice of yours, the one you use to remind them that despite how intimate and vulnerable the position you all are in, you're still a Prime. Their leader.
Until you feel both of their spikes twitching inside you, a light blue blush spreads all over the cheek plates. Primus, help you with these two. You can't even boss around your own subordinates without them getting head over heels for you, and here you thought that would have a negative effect on them.
But are you really that surprised?
Starscream is first to assist your orders, as he bowed his head, close enough to plant a lingering kiss on your neck, teasing the sensitive surface. It's best to focus on your needs now, rather than that too pleased with himself advisor that keeps giving him challenging glances.
āI bet I can satisfy our Prime better than you do, Starscream,ā words thrown so carelessly, only pushed the never-ending conflict back to the surface.
To keep his own words, Sentinel pushes his hips forward, igniting a soft gasp from you. Having both of them together inside you was certainly a new experience. If your humble advisor lacked the length that the high guard had, Sentinel had the girth, stretching your inner walls with every single slow thrust.
Starscream on the contrary, compensates for everything that Sentinel couldn't give; with the combination of a consistent feeling of fullness, his spike easily presses against a spot deep inside that makes you see stars.
āLike you ever satisfied them for once,ā Starscream snapped back, the red optics dangerously glowing in the poorly lit quarters.
It takes time, at first, for both of them to finally find the pace that actually lets them move without bothering the other. One thrusts in, then pulls out, then for the other to do the same.
Ā How embarrassing, utterly disgusting, even, the both mechs keep thinking. Even such a short moment of pleasure and intimacy leaves Starscream mentally gagging at the feeling, with Sentinel having pretty much the same thoughts.
Ā Only briefly, for a short moment, they cooperate to push together in one time, both spikes rubbing against each other in the tightness of your valve.
Ā The looks of embarrassment and awkwardness are totally worth it, you believe; maybe that will teach them not to cross each other's paths anytime soon, instead of fighting over your attention like sparklings.
Frag, you hiss through gritted teeth; no matter how much they may annoy you with their constant quarrels, they're pretty damn good at working together, sometimes. Maybe you need to organize this more often, just to relax and have a break in their company, which is... a rarity.
The constant stimulation is almost too much to bear, thoughts are too hard to concentrate on, and you barely pay attention to them, as you faintly hear them insulting each other. Primus knows how much they had done it for today.
Finally, you reach for both of them, grasping Sentinel's chin with one servo, bringing him closer, while the other servo gently tilts Starscream's head down to meet your lips, releasing all the buildup of tension in a single, lengthy, hungry kiss.
Ā Sentinel can be heard practically whining at the sight, begging for the same lovely affection you just had to give his enemy right in front of him, only for you to kiss the needy advisor in return.
As your own overload approaches quickly, your optics begin to dim, and you can barely hold back anymore. That delicious tightening of your valve around the both spikes makes Starscream and Sentinel hold back, just in order not to overload from that sensation alone.
Slowly, you tilt Sentinel's chin slightly back, leaving your advisor panting heavily, glossa out, desperately trying to catch his own breath, and cool down the overheating frame. The soft huffs and puffs of Starscream don't go unnoticed by you, no matter how hard he tries to look all calm and collected behind you.
āI think...I need another round to sum up the scores.ā
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Hello! I have probably slapped you in the face with my notifications of likes and stuff. I love your PA story, it is. The. Best. I freaking love it, my friend. May I ask about that would have happened had Harry been like; thrown in at ROTF instead of the FIRST movie? I have no idea if I'm making sense.
Thanks so much for asking and filling up my notifications!! Iām so glad you like my blog and am very flattered you love my fic so much haha!
Youāre making total sense, I get it.Ā
We diverged hard at the end of the first movie so the timeline PA is on will never get to RotF in a super concrete way. So dropping Harry in any particular moment of the sequel would make for a very different story.Ā
A more aimless story honestly, the events of RotF were so cluttered that it was hard to find a good spot to start changing things.Ā
Thereās only a couple of places I could put him where heād be with Megatron. The Decepticons are all busy with the Fallen and getting hunted down by NEST so if he pops up within the first 20 mins he needs to be near Samās college somewhere on the East Coast, I think? Or in Egypt at the very end if heās not being adopted by Autobots.Ā
So letās say around the week(?) Sam spends spazzing out in his classes with the Alice Decepticon on his tail, he suddenly finds himself right outside campus with a tiny kid staring up at him dreamily. He remembers going to bed after that awful night at Leoās party but not getting dressed and leaving.Ā
āIām here,ā The kid says in a very clearly English accent, heās barefoot and in raggedy pajamas. Itās the middle of the night.Ā
Sam wants to ask if the kidās lost, but heās blinded by sigils and voices, and lights and stars as whatever is happening, happens again. Too much information, static nonsense ripping behind his eyes seeps down his spine and into his hands like cold cement.Ā
The voices are louder, or are they screaming? Sam canāt tell, can only stand ramrod straight with his arms out and endure as he feels like someoneās squeezing the very last centimeter of toothpaste out of his chest, his arms, his hands. It hurts.Ā
When true awareness finally comes to Sam, heās on his knees in the wet grass outside his campus breathing a mile a minue. The girl from earlier that night- Alice- is hovering over him with wide, wide eyes. What was she doing out too? Her mouth was moving, shrill demands piercing the cold night air, but it was going right over Samās head.Ā
He lets his gaze drop and canāt bite back a shriek of terror, falling on his ass and scooting away frantically from the sizzling black patch of baked blood and gelatinous sludge.Ā
It was right where the kid had been.
āHoly fucking slag.ā Alice says, the first thing to reach his ringing ears. Heās only heard Ironhide say something similar, but he can agree with the shock and horror in her voice.Ā
āI j-just killed a kid.ā Sam choked out, and then his perspective shifts higher as something thin and unyielding wraps around his waist and picks him up.
He cranes his neck to find hot-but-not-terribly-toned Alice hefting him up like a soiled puppy under one arm, she hunchesĀ overĀ the steaming gore and picks up something just beyond it- something he hadnāt seen before.
āNo,ā Alice says in wonder, raising the bundle of silver spikes and angles up into the moonlight,Ā āyou just made a sparkling.ā
Ā Then Samās night got infinitelyĀ more confusing.Ā
Alice wasnāt Alice anymore, instead a spindly Decepticon with round blue optics and articulated long helm protrusions was sprinting through streets, parks, neighborhoods, and alleys effortlessly carrying Sam and the silver thing all the while.Ā
No matter how he screamed for help or struggled, no one was around and they quickly made it to the outskirts of the city where Grindor the Decepticon helicopter picked them up and sped off without a word, gears straining to go even faster.
Sam was discarded in a heap next to Starscream and Alice carried the bundle all the way to newly revived Megatron.
Alice has already told him exactly what she saw while spying on Sam and Megatron is skeptical. A human turning into a Cybertronian? Impossible. Why would the Allspark even bother? This must be some trick.
He holds Harry close, examining his fragile frame and visible spark socketed behind nearly transparent armor. Heās trying to find the lie when Harry wakes up, crying and shivering, overwhelmed. Protocols kick in immediately.
Megatron is growling low in reassurance, bringing the sparkling closer to himself for heat. Whatever terror the sparkling feels upon getting a good look at him is instantly dismissed under his stroking servos and steady gaze.Ā
Harry is overwrought and desperately wants to run away. Heās stuck in a robot body that feels, sees, hears, smells too much. He doesnāt know where he is or how he got there, he doesnāt know why that voice chose to do what it did and join him. The only escape he can find is burrowing closer to the monster purring warmth and affection towering before him, hiding in his claws as they cup around him and shield him from whatever terrifying future awaited beyond their embrace.Ā
He wants this creature to keep him safe and never put him down.
They bond in an indescribable, fluid instant, and Megatron realizes he needs to reorganize his plans immediately.
The Fallen canāt destroy the sun, Harry is much too small for space travel and this planet has the nearest resemblance to Cybertronian temperatures. They canāt afford the ambush heās been awaiting eagerly either, Prime and his scrapheaps were no doubt mere minutes away now, they hadnāt been discreet in their plans to kidnap the human. His base was more a battleground than anything, there would be no proper cover for the sparkling.
āDoctor!ā Megatron shouted, processors whirring.Ā āLook over the human- is he-āThe human was gone, Starscream and every other Decepticon had been captivated by the sparkling and allowed him to escape. It was too late to look now.Ā
āDecepticons, retreat!ā They didnāt have a base, icy panic trickled down his spine. They were set up off-planet with the Fallen and Starscream hadnāt bothered establishing headquarters on Earth, keeping the troops nomadic. Their only base was compromised and their escape had hinged on victory in battle, battle that was no longer acceptable.Ā
There was nowhere to go. With the Fallen in command, Megatron wasnāt even aware of how close the next set of reinforcements were.
In any other situation, heād have to take his chances, rely on his cunning and strength to escape without damage and discover a place to hide, heād resign himself to sacrificing useful troops to delay NEST pursuit.Ā
But with Prime...a more reckless option might have a much better payoff.
No more time to consider it, Prime and the Autobots burst through the walls and ceilings, primed for battle, bolts spraying and sending his Decepticons scrambling for cover.Ā
His sparkling keened in fear above his spark, no doubt deafened by the terrible clatter of invasion. Megatron put his back to the action, pressing against a wall to peer over his shoulder.Ā
A missile ripped a chunk of brick from the wall near his helm, spraying him in debris. Megatron didnāt flinch, finding Primeās optics in the chaos.Ā
He didnāt say anything, the rising cry of his newly sparked sparkling hit harder than any return fire he was capable of.
The attack ends as abruptly as it began as Optimus calls off his Autobots and stares transfixed at the little figure trembling in Megatronās grasp. He graciously allows all present Autobots to have a mini breakdown as he soothes Harry into semi-sleep mode.
With Prowl finding Sam sprinting across the grounds relatively unharmed and Harry in the possession of the woefully underprepared Decepticons, a truce is cobbed together on shared desperation.Ā
Aliceās account is retold, Ratchet is deployed as a technical POW to check over the brand new human-turned-sparkling, the AutobotsĀ āpursueā the Decepticons without human assistance aaaaaalll the way out of the East Coast and to some secluded abandoned military base they know most human patrols donāt consider.Ā
For the rest of the movie, Megatron and all Decepticons present (I think there were maybe 5-6 during the Prime death scene?) not only have to treat their Autobot hostage well (enough), canāt openly attack or raid in the area close to their base without jeopardizing the safety they have hiding right under the humansā noses, but thenĀ Megatron has to help Optimus and co when the Fallen decides that one measly sparkling is nothing compared to his millennia-long scheming and his vague idea of mass producing Decepticons with that weird hatchling thing.Ā
Any Decepticons still in agreement with that plan are also obstacles since the sun is now extremely important.
Overall, Megatron has a very bad time as newly resurrected lord and ruler since he has to abandon his almost successfulĀ murder of Optimus andĀ skip out on destroying the whole miserable planet when it was right there. But he gets an adorable baby out of it so he really canāt complain.Ā
#oliverslewty#basically megatron is so horribly caught off guard hes forced halfway to the endgame truce all on his own#just resurrected without a super solid idea of whats going on with the autobots clearly winning AND a baby that still hasn't learned#to speak yet?#he had to pick his battles#unfortunately one of those battles includes the fallen#so there goes THAT awesome alliance#damn shame his mentor doesnt want grandkids#tsk tsk#cuz megatron wants kids more than a mentor#afterward hed find his own base and become an independant decepticon again bu the damage is done#ugh#their troops grew FoNd of each other#going through wiki pages and clips to figure out the exact timeline of everyone and the internal logic actually took way too long#oh well#kind of a scrappy set up but i think this would lead to the most coherent storyline#hope you liked it#transformers#revenge of the fallen#rotf#pa#perfectly alien#anon ask#sd speaks
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