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Something, something, Starscream as a traitorous senial old cot being the driving plot for chapter 8 of "The Deceiver"
https://archiveofourown.org/works/60638107/chapters/167709193
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#The chapter where Deadlock becomes the main character#And immediately messes that up by being Deadlock#I looked at the title of “Con Job” and went yeah let's do a mutiny#Should have not watched through the Pirates of the Caribbean before writing this#I say like that wasn't the plan all along#The Deceiver au#funny#writing#dumb writing from work#ao3#transformers#transformers one#maccadam#bobbinfire#tf one#tf prime#transformers prime#megatron#tfone megatron#jack darby#deadlock#drift#tfone starscream#tfone soundwave#tfone x tfprime#my art#transformers fic#TF Snaptrap#TF Seawing#my comics
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Promotion - Sentinel Prime X Reader
Spending your days endlessly mining energon you yearned to one day be promoted. To finally free yourself from the frame aching work of the mines. Yet when you catch the optics of the Sentinel Prime, that promotion may come at a terrible cost, maybe you should have read the fine print.
Tbh it’s very little plot mostly just smut.
18+ ONLY
IVE NEVER WRITTEN FOR TRANSFORMERS NOR HAVE I READ MUCH FIC OF IT BUT I TRIED TO GET THE TERMS RIGHT BUT YA KNOW, ITS A LOT.
Possible part 2, we’ll see how this does.
WARNING: Dubious consent, emotional manipulation, Power Imbalance, (TBH Sentinel is a walking red flag), Sexual Coercion, Size kink, SMUT, Cybertronian reader,
This is essentially just robot porn I'm sorry to all my anime followers :(
The first time Sentinel Prime had set his optics on you he knew, much to his initial disgust, he wanted you.
A miner.
Of all the femme’s at his disposal the one that at last managed to catch his gaze was a cogless, bottom level, miner.
“That thing?” With a snarled lip and multiple sets of trailing skeptical eyes, Airachnid's own revulsion was evident. Far down below the balcony on which they stood, walking the bustling city streets you at last returned to his hungry gaze.
“Unfortunately so.”
Primus, what an honor it was to be within the presence of Cybertrons protector, the bot who single handedly protected all Cybertronians from the Quintessons; Sentinel Prime.
After being approached by Arachnid and ordered to follow her you had initially feared you had broken an unknown protocol, resulting in a demotion. Yet much to your shock within the gold columned building you had been led to he was there.
The look of pure admiration within your optics as you stared up to him in awe coupled with the now quiet whir of your internal fans as your spark raced within his mere presence fed his already raging primal desire.
Such blind naivety.
"Walk with me. I’d like to discuss something important." His tone was warm but carried a weight of authority. One you could not help but blindly follow.
The two of you stroll through the empty corridors, arachnid standing guard just outside of its entrance.
“Tell me, have you always felt bound to the mines? Or have you ever imagined something greater for yourself?" You shift, pace faltering a smidge, taken aback by his directness. You're proud of your work as a miner but can’t deny that you’ve thought about rising above this level.
"The mines are… Well, they’re home. I have my friends down there. But I’ve always wanted to do more…to make a real difference for Cybertron."
Sentinel nods, his optics narrowing slightly. Searing blue scanned from the top of your dull paint chipped helm to your transfixed gaze, (noting how you subconsciously averted it away from him when noticing his search), down to your chin.
A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, signaling his satisfaction in finding whatever he had hunted for.
Vulnerability suited you well.
"I could see that. You carry yourself with a strength that is rare, even among the most seasoned warriors."
His confident stride deviates him closer to you and he lowers his voice just a touch.
"Cybertron needs warriors with your spirit. And not just in the mines. In places where real change can be forged."
His words spark something in you. Your gaze sharpened, instantly locking with his, the once thick humility gives way to a flicker of pride.
‘Is he going to promote me?’ You hopefully thought. You had been working your frame down to the wire for the last few rotations in hopes of this.
Sentinel picks up the change in demeanor immediately. Before continuing his sweet talk, he comes to a complete stop and turns towards you.
His frame is significantly larger than yours, as to be expected when comparing a cogless to a Prime.
Though, the way he truly towered over you left you feeling far weaker than usual as he had to bend down significantly to reach optic level with you.
"Too often, talents like yours go overlooked down there. Others might not see it, but I do. Imagine if you were to rise up, to stand among those who shape Cybertron’s future. Those who ensure our planet’s place as the greatest in the galaxy." With each passing word he had leaned closer, faceplate now mere centimeters from yours.
Your spark fluttered.
His venting flowed deliciously warm against your intake.
Proximity feedback signals fired on high and energon lines pumped furiously fast.
Yet despite your system's shock at his actions, you could not look nor move away.
“You really think… I could be that?”
A set of servos planted themself around your lower chassis, their span long enough to completely wrap around you.
Your servers struggled to process exactly what was happening, focusing solely on the swirling lights of blue that threatened to swallow you whole.
“I know you can.”
The digits ensnaring your waist tightened, pulling you flush against his wide frame.
His helm delved lower, denta lightly nipping at the sensitive wires between the spaces of your minimal plating.
The second you beeped in surprise then melted into his embrace, helm craning to the side allowing him further access, he knew once again.
You were not going anywhere.
But then again, why would you want to?
When your protector was so kind enough to show you, a nobody, such special affection.
Never had you anticipated that you would ever find yourself within a Primes personal suite yet here you were. Sprawled out atop a luxurious berth, hidden away from the rest of Iacon city, with desires you had never even thought to dream of coming true.
Your gracious leader's frame was reduced to a hunched, yet still ever imposing, form as he kneels between your legs. Your modesty paneling had long since been retracted, revealing your array to his hungry gaze, and allowing you to relish in all the new sensations your Prime was bestowing upon you.
No, in all your cycles you had never found the desire to fragbond with someone. Yet now as Sentinel Prime’s silver glossa ravenously glides through the throbbing mesh of your valve and mouthpiece occasionally latching onto your external node you cannot believe your hesitancy for such pleasures.
To think you had gone for so long without.
Not to worry, never again shall you ever have to suffer such a fate.
It is extremely out of character for Sentinel to give his partner's pleasure this way or in any way/to care about it.
Normally he wastes no time in pleasuring others, he was a busy man after all. Instead focusing solely on his own release within others bodies then disposing of them.
But something about having you pinned beneath one of his arms, the other easily reaching over your head to hold your wrists down, the way you cried out for him, your Prime, and to be completely at his mercy…It has his spike twitching beneath his own paneling.
Savagely he feasts upon your now swollen valve, thick glossa entering your spasming opening, nose buried atop your external node.
“M-my, oh Primus! - My Prime I-” You were completely unfamiliar with the feeling boiling inside you, it felt as though a coil was winding. Each intrusion of his glossa only pulled it tighter.
“That’s right, say my name.” A smug smirk tugged itself into the corners of his faceplate before he delved back where you so desperately wanted him.
You looked and sounded both pathetic and desperate.
He loved it.
“Sentinel!”
Overloading into the mouth of said mech was absolutely euphoric.
Though despite your high, he was left utterly displeased to hear you leave off the Prime in your cry.
He had earned that title.
It was his name.
You would learn the error of your mistake soon.
He did not ask permission to continue.
Standing up from his crouched position, the grip that once held you down now flipped you onto your chest plate and dragged you towards the edge of his berth, allowing your legs to dangle off the edge.
Even on the tips your pedes you would still not touch the golden floor beneath.
Positioning your aft up into an arch he at last retracted his paneling, allowing his spike to spring free.
Central processor still short circuiting under the throws of overloading, you did not even notice the shift in position.
Once your intake had returned to normal your mind followed suit, catching up to the reality of what was happening.
Yet it was too late to protest as something sickeningly thick prodded at your valve's still quivering entrance.
It felt like far too much.
Trying to squirm away from it you're met with a dark chuckle and thick digits atop your shoulder, easily pulling you back down into position.
“Where do you think you're going? We're just getting started sweetspark”
The moment the head of his spike entered, you felt an immediate sense of dread wash over and a cold shiver through your struts.
“Too big...” Your vocalizer had barely returned, causing the whine to sound utterly pitiful, drowned in static and served only to feed Sentinel's ego.
“Hm? What's that?” Leaning over your form, faceplate centimeters away from your audio receptors, steam rolled with his words; fogging over the heaving metal of your shoulder plates.
“Frag…You-You’re too big.”
“Oh, do you want me to stop?” His tone was high in pitch and laced with manipulation. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint your Prime now would you?”
A strangled whimper and a shake of your head ‘no’ gave little confirmation to his taunt in ‘permitting’ him to keep going, not that he cared whichever direction your response led.
Even if you wanted to stop, you had no power to break away from him.
A deep, dominating, chuckle bubbled within his chest plate. “I thought not. You’re serving me, a great honor really.”
It felt like being pried open, the way his spike speared into your clamping valve was utterly painful.
Despite your cries you attempted to stay still as the gold winged Prime behind you continued to push further.
Each half centimeter only served to strengthen the burn.
Halfway in you had closed your optics, denta plates gritted tightly shut.
“Take it all, I know you can.”
The same four words that once filled you with hope now filled you with burning heat.
You will take what he is so graciously giving you.
Finally, after what felt like eternity, his entire spike was successfully sheathed inside.
Though this was just the beginning.
“So tight,” Your body was clamped around the intruder in a vise grip. Desperately begging for it to be removed. “So small.”
His pace was brutally fast. The servos on your shoulder and hip kept you from escaping or sliding too far away from his attack.
Surprisingly, after a few klicks, the tight inner calipers of your valve slowly loosened. His spike, now slathered in a combination of fluids, began sliding without much resistance.
At last, a few surges of pleasure coursed through your system.
Soon both of you were grunting, occasionally moaning. Though your sounds far outnumbered his.
Your servos clenched into the smooth bedding atop his berth, surely tearing the fabric though in this moment neither of you cared. However it was something he would be sure to punish you for later.
“You're mine, little miner.” His hips pistoned faster, slamming against your aft, surely to leave you sore. “All Mine.”
In response all you could do was hold on tighter, moaning louder with each intense slam.
“I’ll. never. let. you. go.” Each word sent another wicked surge into your swollen valve.
Blind sighted by the throes of pleasure bordering on overstimulation his words simply did not translate in your faltering audio receptors.
Though he meant every bit of it.
Helm falling back and a loud moan echoing throughout the gold-plated room, his overload blazed hot through his system. Filling your already stuffed valve to the brim with his transfluid.
Fans whirling on high, neither of you moved from your conjoined position for a few klicks.
After he's regained his senses fully, he removes himself from your valve, being sure to marvel at his work of completely ruining your once virgin body with a devilish smirk. Admiring the way his bright blue transfluid seeped from your still clenching valve.
Though this will be far from the last time he sees you like this.
With wobbling arms, you attempted to rise, though as you began to lift yourself up a large servos pushed you back down.
"We're not done."
True to his word, you had earned a promotion.
Fitted with only the finest armor paneling and a fresh coat of paint you had earned yourself the pristine position of his pet.
A position you held with utmost dignity, after all you were serving your Prime.
#sentinel prime#sentinel prime x reader#transformers one#female reader#one shot#smut#dubc0n#transformers fic#Wrote this instead of sleeping#valveplug#cybertronian reader
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Lalalala
#transformers#transformers fanart#transformers fic#transformers prime#tfp megatron#optimus prime#transformers optimus#tfp optimus prime#mini comic
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I hope I'm not annoying you
Had another thought how would some autobots/decepticons react to their human darling just casually popping/cracking their joints
I can only imagine they're like
Darling: cracks joints
Auto/decept: concerned look
Darling: this is normal just some air bubbles stuck in my joints
Auto/decept: surprised pikachu face/ excuse me WHAT!?
Annoying me???? r u kidding AM LIVING for these ask u send op pls I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
Also LMAO YES they would be so freaked out about it cuz like for them hearing noises in their joints when they move means they either got rust which i feel like its an uncomfy pain for them or that they need oil like when ur door creeks
I remember i had a friend that would twist their headtoo high up to make it pop and legit i looked at them like this the first time they did it infront of me
that's them. that's ur cybertronian s/o being traumatized by our weird human quriks
TFO B 127: He would go from fear to amazement.
Like he was just chatting ur ear off like he always does, telling stuff that happen today in his missions or something that was like centuries ago (i headcanon he sometimes repeats stuff he's already told you cuz he kinda forgets sometimes but u dont tell him that most of the times cuz he just looks so happy 😭💕💕💕)
And you listened to everything he said, some of the stuff was hard to understand cuz u know...alien stuff BUT ANYWAY- ur back was starting to scream at you cuz u been sitting for a while now, twisting yourself to stretch, your bones letting a pleasingly loud POP!
I can imagen him letting a squeal and backing away like he just saw a rat or something 💀
and it got u asking whats up and he just points at u and ask what was that noise and u just basically tell him that human joints have air pockets and when moved or stretched they just pop, "its just a human thing, nothing unusual to us" you say shrugging to him as he slowly closes his distance to you "but doesn't like....hurt?? it sounds like it does...wait you're not in pain right now are you?!" he starts to ask in worry already thinking into carrying you to ratchet, quickly you shut his worries telling him again its just a human thing and it doesn't bring any sort of discomfort as it for us it rather helps us when we feel ache in our bodies
and feel like this would go on him asking more questions about how our bodies work, if u dont got any medical knowledge then you might just pull ur phone to answer him cuz i feel like he would ask the wildest shi fr 😭
all and all he becomes more and more fascinated by humanity the more he learns from you, specially if its from you.
#cherry answer#wingdings41103#tfo fic#transformers x reader#bumblebee x reader#b 127 x reader#transformers one x reader#reader insert#fic?#b 127 fic#ur honor we need more of this silly yapper#transformers fic
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BabyBee Snippet
I made that post and almost immediately fell ill. Am I cursed? Whatever, here’s a piece for @yuukirita, who owes me copious amounts of therapy and I’m bribing them with this so at least one story has a happy ending.
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Elita places her face in her servos and screams.
Across from her, Optimus frowns and gently pats her on the back. “Jazz, you’re sure B just… disappeared?”
“I wouldn’t lie about that!” Jazz places a servo on his chest, the dramatics failing to fully cover up the nervous twitches of his door wings. Elita had made several threats, and he was not eager to find out what having a mining drill through his spinal strut felt like.
“The vents,” Elita says, sighing deeply. “He’s small. He went through the fragging vents.”
Jazz spares a glance up, finally noticing how the vent cover for the room is eskew. “Primus,” he says. “That kid is going to be the death of me.”
“No,” Elita says, “I’m going to be the death of you—“
Optimus tries to grab her arm but she dodges out of the way, rapidly approaching Jazz. Said bot starts running away, propelled by fear and the desire to live.
The Prime watches them run out of the room, letting out a frame rattling sigh. Then he taps his comms. “Ratchet, prepare the medbay. Tell Prowl we might be scraping up parts of Jazz for the next few days.”
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“How did you get here?”
“The vents!”
Megatron stares down at a very cheery, somewhat dull pile of gold. That explains the dust. “B, you can’t be here.”
The newbuild pouts. “But I wanted to see you! I’m making sure you’re okay!”
Megatron pinches his nasal ridge. “There. Confirmation, I’m fine. Now, stay here, I’m going to have a very awkward conversation with Optimus Prime—“
“Negative. B: ours.” Soundwave, coming from a door he didn’t even know was there, scoops up B and immediately backs away.
Megatron blanks for a klik, before letting out a series of random noises. “Soundwave, what?!”
From the hidden door, Starscream and Shockwave cheer.
“You’re in on this?!”
Soundwave reaches them and, with some hisses and B’s giggles, they flee the scene. All three of his most trusted advisors just bot-napped Optimus Prime’s kid.
What the f—
#transformers#bumblebee#transformers one#starscream#megatron#optimus prime#soundwave#shockwave#elita one#b 127#jazz#tf jazz#babybee frfr#he just wants to check on his friends ):#the old men want love from the youth#transformers fic#👍
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Read your wavewave fic and I am torn up over Ravage. That poor kitty...
UGHHHH RAVAGE ☹️
She’ll be alright trust!! I’m finishing up the draft for chapter four now, we’ll be meeting Ravage again in probably chapter five… >:)
Anywho I doodled baby Soundwave and big kitty Ravage!
They bring me such joy… you can read my fic here on Ao3!
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new chapter of Winners & Losers
#transformers#transformers art#rodimus#megarod#mtmte megarod#transformers fic#transformers fanfiction#winnersandlosersfic#my art
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Hihiihi so I had this stupid image stuck in my head since reading ur new fic for ur miroah series and had to draw it out🙏
(btw I absolutely love ur works, they inspire me SO DAMN MUCH 😭❤️)


I'm literally crying this is one of the best things I've ever seen thank you so so so much for this!!! It's 4am and I'm gigging to myself and crying I will treasure this forever 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
#art for me#transformers fic#miroah#norage#noah diaz#mirage#rotb#op your hand in marriage plz#am crying#need to scream but everyone is sleeping
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Small femme reader getting gangbanged by Hardshell and some of the other Insecticons? i don’t have a plot idea so if you want to write one you can pick one, I just like the idea of something cute and small being dominated by something grotesque and bigger than them
oh and it is consensual btw, she was startled at first but she warms up to the idea as it goes on
have a good day!
Hardshell x Femme Cybertronian Reader
Reader is a femme
Femme reader is an insecticon breeder
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The black ones ship blew up, the one they call Airachnia. She caught you long before you knew about the war between Autobot and Decepticon. Once a ritualistic piece, covered in gem and fine silk, you are now battered and stripped down to your bare being. A beautiful beastly beatle once hailed on an alien planet as a heaven beatle but were stolen by her like some prized posession.
Now you're on this strange planet in a filthy cave, taking some brutes spike like the common buymech. Mechs of all sizes stand around you, spikes pressurized and leaking wantonly as they watch and fondle and stroke and touch and pinch at you. This one is thick but not very long. And it feels amazing. Before long, he shoots his load into your needy valve, takes a breath, and moves for the next. This one is right in the middle. Thick and long, just perfect, you would say, if his twin hadn't just stuck his perfect spike down your throat as soon as his brother plunged deep into your warm inviting hole.
You get pushed and pulled both ways that you start to grow dizzy with the pleasure of being used. All of the lubricant and cum filling your throat along with the hard spike makes it hard to vent. You moan desperately, begging for a break.
They finish with you, and you're left on the floor to relax as a group of mechs stand above you and stroke their spikes almost rhythmically. You lay there and vent heavily, fluids leaking from your derma, and your swollen valve lips. The more you writhe and move the faster they pump their spikes until a voice calls.
"It's my turn." Hardshell groans as he pushes through the crowd of mechs. He lifts you up from the ground and holds you in the air above his large spike. It may be a little too large you think to yourself, but at this point you could care less, you want them all, every last one. You can't get enough. You feel as though this is what you were built for.
He slowly and methodically lowers you onto his spike, enjoying himself rather than rushing through the pleasure. You feel his spike go deeper and deeper until it can't. It feels good when it hits the wall of your valve, but he doesn't stop there. Instead, he changes his grasp on you and gets a different angle, and is able to shove it deeper into you to the hilt. A beastly groan, devilish smirk, and he starts fucking you hard and powerful. Lifting you up to lazily let you slip back down to clang against his hips, spike hitting a sensitive node with each thrust.
This is amazing. The force makes you drool, pleasure written on your face. "That's a good breeder, take my spike. Take our cum. Give us offspring." He fucks you faster making you moan as your own overcharge takes hold of you for the umpteenth time. He let's you fall to the floor and cums all over you. Painting you in his fluids.
When he finishes and turns around two more arms grab hold of you and a glossa thrusts itself into your valve. Harshly, this mech licks and nibbles at your anterior node making you cry for mercy as the other kisses you.
You are then laid chassis to chassis on a mech, his spike deep inside you while another mech gets behind you and adds his into your tight valve. "Ohhhhh yes!!" You scream, overcome with sensation. The two mechs fuck you at the same time, in and out at different times causing friction you've never felt before. You don't want it to stop. You want more. You need more. When they finish you need more mechs. You need more spike. You need more transfluids.
#transformers#tf#tfp#transformers prime#transforemers#maccadam#macaddam#macadam#maccadams#tfp insecticons#tfp x reader#tf x reader#transformers x reader#fucking transformers fics!!!#transformers fic#transformers smut#smut#valveplug#valve plug
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/23609623/chapters/56657134#workskin
Guys, "Mistakes on Mistakes until" just finished.
What a ride. What a story. I had the best time ever.
Everyone who doesn't like to read unfinished fics, your time has come.
Enjoy one of the best fics on transformers AO3.
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When you meet that mini version of you don't you want to use them as a blunt force object to mow down your enemies? Yeah...TFOne Megatron too...
The Deceiver chapter 9-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/60638107/chapters/170827963
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#when a what if “tfone Megatron and Jack Darby meet up” becomes a multichapter series#This is why animation students shouldn’t be allowed to write#I can study the original animation too hard and pull character analyses out the wazoo#Oh look Soundwave chapter#The Deceiver au#funny#writing#dumb writing from work#ao3#transformers#transformers one#maccadam#bobbinfire#tf one#tf prime#transformers prime#megatron#tfone megatron#jack darby#tfone starscream#tfone soundwave#tfone x tfprime#my art#transformers fic#my comics#archive of our own
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These are two of my Transformers OCs, Riven and Sera.


#Transformers picrew#transformers oc#picrew oc#character design#character art#transformers animated#transformers au#transformers fan art#transformers headcanon#transformers 1#transformers fanart#transformers headcanons#transformers human oc#transformers oc skybreezy#transformers mtmte#transformers one#megatron#optimus prime#maccadams#humanformers#transformers g1#transformers x human#transformers one x reader#transformers x reader#transformers figures#transformers fic#transformers fanfiction#transformers fan continuity#transformers fandom#transformers prime
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More Than Meets the Eye
Ch.2: RedStar Rising Pt.1
TFA Optimus X F!Reader
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Summary: Being a rising journalist is difficult. Especially when you have to live a secret criminal life. Things get worst when you start to fall in love with your enemy, Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots and hero of Detroit City.
You believe the feelings can't be mutual. Yet, he slowly starts to notice that you are more than meets the eye.
A/N: Lots of yearning. Jealously. Enemies to lovers?? You are a journalist who is also a criminal. Idk. Takes place between Season 1 and 2 of TFA.
Chapter 2 : RedStar Rising Pt. 1
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Cleaning up the city was not on the Autobots’ favorite thing to do-list. But as they continued to destroy things, there wasn’t much they could do. As Earth’s stemmed guests, and to keep a good Cybertronian-Human diplomacy, they had to do things they weren’t fond of.
“Come on guys! We can’t slow down!”
They started working in the morning. Non-stop. The sun is starting to die down and the stars are rising. They didn’t have an Energon break. Prime was way too focused on cleaning everything to perfection to even care about his programing demanding fuel.
“But Boss-Bot, we have been cleaning up piles of junk for hours! We need a break!”
Bumblebee was the first one to complain, but it’s all it took for the rest to follow along.
“I would certainly need some oil after this,” Ratchet says as Bulkhead smiles at the thought. He too would be delighted to drink some good quality oil.
“No, we need to finish this first. By tonight.”
Optimus insisted, his voice not like his usual self.
“Optimus, the mind and body needs to be properly rested to continue functioning,” Prowl steps forwards, talking directly to Prime who wasn’t acting like his usual self. “Unless, there is a certain urgency or reason behind why you want to finish this up so quickly?”
Yes, he had other reasons. But that doesn’t mean he is ready to tell them. It was hard to express. He can’t tell them that he wants to cause as little disruption as possible to the humans. More specially to a woman he met not so long ago. Now that he has a broader perspective on things he understands how every single doing has an impact on the city. Tragically, you were right. Earth was a safer place before they arrived.
But he can’t tell them that. He can’t tell them that the reason behind his desperate need to repair what is broken is to help … even if that help is significantly small.
“You guys are right, but you all go ahead. I’ll stay and finish this up.”
The Autobots look at each other. With wondering and confused faceplates.
“Are you sure?”
“Definitely.”
Without much objection the Autobots transformed into their vehicle form.
“See you at the base then.”
They roll out, leaving Optimus to finish things up.
He looks around. What used to be a hospital building, a place that was made to heal, was turned into debris. They were lucky that they were able to evacuate the humans that resided inside. But after that, not once, he wondered what happened to them. Were they alright? Were they able to continue their healing process? Were they still … alive?
Up until now, he had paid no attention to that matter. His spark feels ashamed as he remembers his past.
Ultra Magnus was right … He was no hero.
Optimus keeps working. Moving big rocks, wires and dust. It was getting late. The night had fallen and the stars decorated the dark sky. He thought of going home, recharging and then coming back early in the morning. But as he was moving the last debris of the night, he found something shining underneath it. A small fragment of the AllSpark.
He holds it on his servo and before he could call it a night, he feels something impact him from the back.
Optimus falls to the ground, the fragment escapes from his servo, rolling away from him. Turning slowly, his optics focused on a tall purple figure.
“Slipstream."
Optimus' voice is weak, the strike behind his back still affecting him.
The femme bot walks past Optimus, making her way to the fragment. Slowly, picking it up, a proud smile decorated her faceplace. Her snarky pose infuriated the Prime but he was too hurt to do something about it.
“Well, I’ll be taking this.”
Quickly transforming into her jet form, she flies to the sky while Optimus curses for not being able to keep up with her.
“Looks like you are not good with lady bots either.”
It’s a full moon. But all he could see was strings of short red hair. Black suit with a white mask and red lipstick that could be as bright as the sun. The figure uses a line-launcher, sending a rope and attaching it to the forehead of the bot who was still laying on the group. Ziplining her way, fearlessly, she ends up right in front of Optimus optics.
“Thankfully, for you, I could teach better manners.”
A villain or a hero? Optimus couldn’t tell but he had his suspicions. He has the suspicious lady right in front of him. He watches as she elegantly steps in the ground, bringing back her line launcher to her belt. Finally allowing him to stand up straight.
“And you are?”
Optimus asks, this was not the best time to be bothered but the woman’s appearance caught his interest.
“That’s not of importance. I know you and that’s all that matters.”
She speaks in a seductive voice. Her confidence was admirable, being able to stand in front of a giant robot whose intention is unknown was something to be applauded for.
“And how do you know me?”
Without notice, the mysterious figure uses her line-launcher again, this time pointing at Optimus’ shoulder. Quickly, she moves through the wind and closes the massive height difference. She takes a seat on Optimus’ shoulder, his face-plate quite close.
“I read about you in the newspaper. Besides, where else would I find such a tall, handsome mech?”
Even when he was aware of his aesthetically pleasing appearance, he still wasn’t used to compliments. In Cybertron, saying such things to other Autobots was not fit in society. On Earth, it was a different story. It was a sign of interest, of courting. And he didn’t know how to feel about that.
“What do you want?”
“I think we can help each other,” she says, enjoying the fact that she made the Leader of the Autobots blush. “Slipstream and I have unfinished business. But I am kinda small and can’t fight her myself. You help me take her down and I can tell you where she is.”
“What if you just tell me where she is and I do the rest?” Optimus still doesn’t dare to look at her. Instead he focuses on her warm body on his shoulder and her voice near his audio receptors. “No offense but I don’t enjoy putting humans in danger. Much less involve them in Autobot and Decepticon affairs.”
“Don’t you think it’s a little bit too late for that?”
She looks to the side and Optimus follow’s her eyes. The hospital building was destroyed and still a proof of the irreversible damage the Autobots have caused. Simply because they couldn’t keep their ‘affairs’ within Cybertron.
“Besides, I am no regular human. I can take care of myself,” she says. “I just need a ride and you need directions.”
Optimus keeps looking at the building. He can rebuild it many times but how many will it be torn down again? How many others would be injured because of his actions? If he accepts, then he might endanger another human life. But if he lets Slipstream have the fragment of the AllSpark, he would be endangering many more.
“Where to?”
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The roads are quiet, especially when there is no path to follow. Just trees and a few hills to go around. This time, Optimus has decided to take more into consideration a person’s safety. This time including a seat belt for the passenger and driver seats. Even when his guest didn’t seem interested in them.
“You can go faster if you would like,” she puts her legs on his board. Now he notices her heels, pointy. “I want to get there soon.”
“I would feel more comfortable speeding if you put on the seatbelt.”
Optimus takes a moment to inspect the lady who sits comfortably on his passenger seat. She wore a short black dress made of a fabric that looks shiny but durable. Adjusting to her body, enhancing her curves but also flexible and easy to move around. She also wore black gloves with the palms being red just like the bottom of her heels.
“Oh, it's the Leader of the Autobots concerned about my safety?” She puts her hand on his shift gear. “I am flattered.”
It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling but he would rather feel the flesh and warmth of human skin and not the coldness of gloves. It’s not like he was craving contact but he wouldn’t mind either. Especially when she was being so gentle about it.
“Not so long ago, I had a not so pleasant experience with a human who got hurt while she was inside my vehicle mode,” he says. “I just don’t want a repeat.”
“How considerate of you,” she has a certain curiosity. She touches him in a peculiar way, as if she was afraid to hurt him. “Are you like this with everyone or just people you like?”
“Does it make a difference?”
“More than you think, bot-boy.”
He can’t believe he is getting nervous.
“Just tell me what you know.”
The mysterious woman smiles as she stops with the touching. Leaving him wanting for more.
“Slipstream has secretly been building copies of herself with an abandoned government laboratory. All she needs is a fragment of the AllSpark to turn her plans into reality.”
“And how do you know this stuff?”
“That’s my job, I just know things. You just have to trust me.”
There is a beeping sound coming from her GPS device. Signalling to them that their desired location was nearby. If they weren’t on a mission, this place could be a nice hangout place. Optimus likes the city but he also enjoys the pretty views of nature.
“Well, I can’t be very trusting if all you say is vague responses, lady.”
“Alright then, what if we drop formalities?” she takes her feet off the board, excitement in her voice. “I’ll call you Optimus. Calling you by your first name should build a stronger sense of trust.”
“And what should I call you, then?”
“If we make it out of this alive, I’ll tell you,” she makes a little pause and then puts a string of her hair back in her ear. “A little something to keep you motivated. Unless you want me to give you something else?”
“What else could I want from an organic?”
“Well, a little affection wouldn’t hurt you,” as if she was reading his mind, she takes one of her gloves off and slowly passes her fingertips through his board, brushing a few buttons on the way. “When was the last time someone caressed your chassis?”
“That’s not a topic to be discussed with a lady!”
His headlights start blinking, his processor stops functioning for a second.
“You are so fun to tease, you must be really popular with the femme bots … and ladies alike.”
She whispers way too close to his window, the warmth of her breath against the coldness of his window made him feel … uncertain.
“Just concentrate on the mission at servos.”
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The cave was well hidden. It would have been impossible to find if you didn’t have a localizer.
Optimus takes a look at the lady in front of him, who blended perfectly with the night. Only the moonlight and the stars illuminated the area.
“Would it be too late to ask you to stay here and let me handle things?”
Optimus asks once again.
“The fact that you are even insinuating such a thing is an insult to my persona.”
Optimus ex-vents and looks inside the cave. It’s dark but from here he can hear the steps of Slipstream.
“You handle Slipstream and I’ll get the AllSpark fragment. Sounds good enough for you?”
She takes out a large metal stick and moves it skillfully. Her eyes land on him, waiting for an answer.
“Let’s do this.”
The element of surprise was their best option as Optimus uses his integrated ion blaster to shoot anything that didn’t look Autobot friendly. Starting with the many duplicates of Slipstream in many capsules. The femme copy of Starscream was not expecting this but she wasn’t going to let him demolish everything she worked for so easily.
“If you are destroying this place, I’ll take you down with it!”
Slipstream clicks a few keys on her massive computer, on the screen, a timer appears.
One minute until detonation.
But it was just not that. It had become too late and the Slipstream copies had become alive.
You were nowhere to be seen but the fragment of the AllSpark was right in the middle of the base. Encapsulated in a crystal case.
Using his ax, Optimus looks around only to find himself surrounded by copies and not a single trance of you.
Had you left him behind?
As one of the copies points her integrated laser gun at Optimus, he knew he won’t be able to cover himself from the attack. He just hoped that it wouldn't be strong enough to take him down.
But as the projectile was about to impact his face plate, he saw a tiny human protecting him. Directing the bullet to the crystal box the AllSpark fragment resided in, shattering into pieces and free to grasp.
“That is as much force as my energy pole will be able to take!” the woman takes out a gun. It didn’t look human-made but as she shot, the damage of the bullet made the same impact as a Cybertronian weapon would. “Get the fragment, I’ll cover you!”
He didn’t hesitate and felt strange at the thought of feeling safe with a human. Regardless, he quickly stretched out a servo while he used his axed to protect any other incoming projectiles.
30 seconds.
“A good leader knows when to retreat.”
Slipstream transforms into her jet mode, flying out of the cave with a stream of chemtrails following behind her. It was hard to see now. Projectiles were coming from all directions as the other bot copies kept shooting their ion cannons.
Optimus gets a hold of the AllSpark fragment. And as soon as he does he transforms into his vehicle mode. Moving in a way where she ended inside on the passenger seat, he adjust the seat belt for her and starts driving.
10 seconds.
But another projectile was following them. Without taking into consideration Optimus' wishes, the woman in black decides to take off the seatbelt and come out of the window. Climbing on top of him.
“Are you crazy? Get inside!”
She takes out her energy pole and using all of her strength, she swings it. All the kinetic energy that had been stored from the previous attack has been released by impacting it by the incoming projectile. Not only destroying it but also giving them the impulse that they needed to get out of the cave just in time.
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“Did you see the Slipstream face?! She leaked her exhaust pipe for sure!”
Optimus moves freely as he was excited that this mission went so smoothly.
“You weren’t too far behind, you looked so worried the moment I didn’t show up.”
The sun is starting to rise.
After the mission, she insisted on going sightseeing. She knew a spot. An abandoned handing bridge. It wasn’t big compared to the other populated ones but it was peaceful. With pine trees on the side and a small river passing under. The sunrise in front of them.
Optimus had to mass-displace. Not because the bridge was unsteady or small but because he felt the need to feel a bit closer to her and see the world as she does.
They sit on the edge of the bridge, their feet hanging as they look into the horizon.
Both looking at the vastness of the sky, she decides to break the silence.
“Do you ever miss your home?”
“Yes, all the time. But I know I am doing a greater good for Cybertron if I stay here,” Optimus doesn’t look at her but instead looks at the beautiful scenery in front of him. It was peaceful, something he wanted to protect.
“The Decepticons are out there planning something. Cybertron and Earth will not be safe if we don't stop them.”
“Would you leave Earth, once that’s done?”
“Well, if there’s nothing left to do here and its people are safe, then yes,” Optimus feels the wind on his faceplate. It’s cold but he doesn’t mind. But he unconsciously gets closer to the lady, shielding her from the winds, just in case it was too cold for her. “Don’t tell me you’ll miss me?”
“We only met a few hours ago, do not flatter yourself.”
“You have to admit, I think you and I make a good partnership,” Optimus says. “I wouldn’t mind adding an extra member to the team.”
“Sorry, but I do things solo most of the time,” she lets out a heavy sigh, alamo enamored of the view. “Besides I have other things I want to do.”
“What other things, lady?”
She seems hesitant as she takes a few seconds to respond to the question. She took so long to respond that Optimus thought she might not answer. Feeling awkward, he was about to change subject until she spoke again.
“I want to become a writer. Someone who tells the truth,” she says and Optimus finally dares to look at her. He has never been one to find organics to be aesthetically pleasing to look at. However, he has seen humans as squishy and soft looking. He didn’t think of the females to be as winsome as femme bots.
But right now, her eyes shine with the sunlight. And for a moment, Optimus believed he could see the entire universe in her eyes.
“But to do that, I have to do something first.”
She looks at him, breaking his trance and making a look away.
“Is there any way I can help?”
She stands up and Optimus immediately hopes she won’t leave him. He had enjoyed their time together and he wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet.
Instead, she stands in front of him. Even after had mass-shifted, he was still 10 feet tall. But he was sitting and this allowed him to see her face to faceplate. She is getting close and she reaches out a hand. Touching his cold frame, moving her fingers through his faceplate, expecting it. Looking directly at his optics, he didn’t mind. Not one bit.
“Maybe you can … But in a different way.”
Her face gets closer and closer. Her lips touch his faceplate, leaving trails of red lipstick. Optimus was surprised he is letting her have her way. Shouldn’t he feel repulsed? Shouldn’t he have pushed her away? Maybe he has been on Earth too long and has missed the warmth of a partner.
This wasn’t right. He couldn’t allow himself to indulge with someone he barely knows. But Primus, he was enjoying it too much. Her warmth was a special one. Not even the fragment of the AllSpark on his servo could compare. It was just a speck of heat compared to the touch of your bare lips.
How much he craved for her to just finish his torment and allow him to taste them.
And as he looks at her, wishing for more, he closes his Optics. Allowing her to do with him as she wished. He just needs a single kiss–
He can’t move.
“My theories were right,” you say as you give him a small pat on his faceplate. “Men and male bots are so easy to use.”
Optimus tries to move but is unable. Feeling rather dizzy and sleepy.
“The pheromones on my lipstick can make any living being enter a state of paralysis,” she walks in front of him, effortlessly moving on the edge of the bridge, with agility that made Optimus know that she trained a lot to be able to make moves like that without being afraid. “With some side effects of sleepiness but don’t worry it only lasts a couple of hours.”
“I must thank you. I didn’t expect it to work on Autobots so you were a great test object. But due to your height, I had to use more product,” she makes her way next to him. Grabbing his restarlueus and her hands make her way to his servo. He is helpless against her touch as much as he tries to fight it, he can’t move.
“Good thing I had built an immune system against it. Otherwise I would also be falling asleep as of right now.”
She opens his right servo, revealing the AllSpark fragment.
“You were absolutely amazing. I’ll be taking this,” she says “And thank you for the help.”
The lady starts to walk away as Optimus’ optics start to slowly close. He can’t believe he had fallen for this. His confusion starts to become anger and betrayal. Two things that should never be mixed together.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” she turns to look at him. A devilish smile decorates her face. Now all Optimus wants to do is erase her memories. “A deal is a deal.”
“RedStar.”
She says and that’s all Optimus could remember before falling on his back and drifting on a deep sleep.
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There was so much shame on Optimus’ shoulder to even mention what happened to the Autobots.
But of course, he had to explain in some way or another why he had arrived home until the next day.
He didn’t mention certain details. Just the basics. And everyone else deemed the night as a simple ‘Boss-Bot Shenanigans.’ Meeting Slipstream, meeting a mysterious lady, teaming up with lady to defeat Slipstream, winning, lady turning out to be a bad person who just used him for her own benefits, lady taking the AllSpark fragment, Optimus paralyzed. The end.
And Optimus was more than happy to accept his mistake, learn from it and never do it again.
However, the shame was still present. It was his fault after all. Supid enough to believe that he could ever …
“Do you agree, Prime?”
Captain Carmine Fanzone had invited the Autobots to the police station to request for their help. He had called a meeting in which all the Autobots had provided their undivided attention. All except for Optimus who was too deep in thoughts. He thought he could ask for details later. It’s not like he can’t say no when humans ask for aid, that's the reason why they are here after all.
“Yes,” he simply says but that answer didn’t seem too convincing for the Head of Detroit’s Police Department.
They couldn’t go inside as the place was too small for them. However, they prepared a table for them outside the station. With donuts, and oil. The table was small and they couldn’t eat the donuts but it's not like they were expecting to get a 32 feet tall table just for them. But the warm oil was a nice touch.
“Well then, just to recap … The American Government has warned us that an anti-robot terrorist group called S.T.E.A.M. plans to launch different attacks on Detroit city to protest against Sumdac’s creations taking over the city,” Fanzone had a white board, explaining the situation. “But we have someone who has an insider on S.T.E.A.M. and they are willing to release information about the location of the attacks.”
“So, you want us to escort this person to meet with the insider?”
Ratchet asks who, although he usually is the one to careless about humans, he knows when something is important and deserves his attention.
“Yes but to also be ready to dismantle any attacks that might endanger the city.”
“Won’t it be easier for the insider to just tell us the information and we can just go and take down the bombs in the city or whatever?” Bumblebee raises a servo as he looks down at Fanzone. He didn’t have a particular thought about the Captain. He wasn’t good or bad in his opinion. But the fact that he had reached out for help when he wasn’t found by ‘machines’ spoke volumes of the seriousness of the situation.
“No, they are only willing to talk in person and with the individual they have been exchanging information with,” he points at the board to a picture of a faceless person. “If any police officer goes or is seen, the deal will be off and we will be risking millions of lives.”
He moves his marker to a drawing. A very comical depiction of the police and money. “Whoever decides to escort this person, they also need to keep in mind that you will be escorting 5 Million Dollars. It’s all part of the deal.”
Everyone looks at Optimus who seemed deep in thought. He doesn’t have the luxury of time to think things through but he thought of the many possibilities. Of what could go wrong and how each team member would handle things in case he can’t communicate.
“I’ll go,” the Prime finally speaks up. “Bumblee, we will need your speed in case there are multiple bombs to deactivate. Ratchet stays alert in case anyone gets hurt. Prowl, you’ll stay in base to be our main source of communication in case my Comm-Link gets intercepted. Bulkhead, protect Sari and any human who might need assistance. Things might get really bad.”
“Loud and clear Boss-Bot,” Bumblebee salutes as everyone agrees with his plan.
“Who’s the person who I have to escort?”
He looks at Fanzone who looks at the entrance of the police station. At the perfect timing, you come out of the doors. Quickly looking around the area, only for your eyes to land on the Autobots and one in particular you did not like.
“...You have to be kidding me.”
Optimus says to himself but it was loud enough for his teammates to hear.
“Nop,” you say as you walk towards Fanzone. “Not happening.”
“Ms. (Y/N), we talked about this,” he says. “A police officer can’t go with you, we don’t know what kind of security measures will be taken. If they find out, we’ll be risking the whole city. And you can’t go alone either. What if something happens to you? An Autobot is the perfect cover and protection.”
“Protection? He almost killed me last time we did illegal c–”
You stop talking. Knowing that probably it wasn’t a good idea to tell a police officer about doing illegal car racing with a robot alien.
“Make out!”
Optimus quickly intercepted, as he also didn’t want Fanzone to know you two did illegal car racing. He didn’t want to give him another reason to dislike the Autobots.
“We illegally make-out!”
You look at Fanzone at the horrified look on his face. Then there was confusion and then a combination of the two.
“It’s not what you think!”
Trying to save your reputation, you stand in front of him. But it was futile, in his mind, you had already done other things with the Autobot Leader.
“I would never do such things with him!”
You point at Optimus who although didn’t know why you were so hectic, he enjoyed your display of distress.
“Excuse me? You were touching me all night long!” He acts unfazed and even offended. His words only made you redder on the cheeks, it was pleasing to look. “You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.”
“Shut up!”
“What is make-out?”
Bumblebee suddenly asks.
Optimus wished he knew the answer to that.
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Against your will, tomorrow, Optimus and you will go on a small trip to meet with the S.T.E.A.M insider.
You lay on your bed, looking at the ceiling as if it had the answers to your problems.
Your phone rings again.
“I am not doing this anymore.”
You quickly say, you didn’t need to look at the caller’s name. He never missed to call you at the same time.
“That’s fine but just remember that Alex and his family might receive a visit from us if you don’t cooperate.”
As you hear your ex-lover’s name, your heart aches. They had threatened you with his life before, this past mission you did it because of him. Now his family is getting involved. You had promised a very long time ago to protect the peaceful life he worked so hard to get.
“And it won’t be a nice reunion.”
You were tired. You thought you had left your old life behind, that you could start new. But no matter where you go, it always catches up to you.
“How much more do I have to do for you guys to leave me alone?”
“If you do everything we do, you might be out faster than you think. You just have to trust us.”
“I have trusted you before and where has that led me?”
“It’s your only option,” he says as he makes a small pause. “Besides, wasn’t the monetary compensation we sent enough for you?”
You look over at the table next to you. Yes, they had given you a good amount of money to live well for the next couple of months for successfully obtaining the fragment of the AllSpark. Dirty money you think of never using it or just donating it to charity.
“Just a couple more missions. And everyone will be safe.”
You look at the money on your bedside board, next to it, a picture of you, Alex and his family. Your hands were tied.
“...What kind of mission?”
“I’ll send a package soon with the details.”
Adverting your sight from the picture frame to your wall, you see your black dress. Boots, a pair of gloves, a mask and a short red wig. A symbol of your past. Always a part of you.
“Welcome back, RedStar.”
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A/N: I’ll get back to the Darkest Hour, it’s just that I finished watching Transformers Animated and it has taken over my brain-rot.
Sorry for any grammatical and spelling mistakes, I don’t proofread.
And thank you all for the lovely comments and support! It really helps me to stay motivated to continue writing things that I like to write and you all like to read.
That’s all for now. Until the next story!
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/62083819/chapters/158785846
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Ratchet scans Drift's face, pausing to map out each feature he hadn't seen in so long. Proving that he's here, alive and safe and tangible. Not a dream or fantasy, not a nightmare made out of past mistakes, but another chance to have this. And Ratchet's finally allowed to be selfish. He's allowed to reach for it with both hands, damn everybody else. There's no war to fight, no patients to care for. Just the mech in front of him and the time they have now.
What was he thinking before, of course he knew this mech.
He's right here in front of him so close he could touch, his plating inches away from his servos if he were to reach out. He's so different from the mech he once knew, more confident, more sure, but so much like him too. Not just in looks-his white plating with red accents, his finials, those damned vibrant optics-but in his devotion, his humor. His gentleness despite the violence he knows so intimately, maybe even in spite of it.
Ratchet finally finds his words, resetting his vocalizer as he leans forward, closing the gap between them until mere centimeters separate their plating. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
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Childhood friends to lovers but like with D16........but like human reader....
like what if bby Dee somehow ended on earth and got adopted by humans (Dot & Alex ofc) and you're like his neighbor he meets by accident when exploring the far in the woods even tho he was told to stay close and finds u crying cuz u got lost cuz ur dog run off chasing a squirrel and like u tell ur mom but cuz ur so lil she just think it was just an overexaggerating and doesnt think much of it
what if yall just keep meeting in secret until u guys got found by both the families and even tho at first ur parent were put off by the giant robot (he would be like....taller than humans even when he sparkling) but theyall end up agreeing that you guys can still play yippeeeee
something something the relations builds and romance is born
pls imagen bby dee.......holding lil u like teddy bear when scared or him getting sad when u star school him...omg
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