#would spike be a predacon?

[transingthoseformers]

MLP as Transformers? I've seen some interesting takes but with them having pony modes, but I'll give it a shot:

Twilight Sparkle: Part of me wants to say F-22, but also space shuttle because of the space theme kind of

Fluttershy: Rabbit or some kind of plant/flower or a butterfly, she would be a techno-organic

Applejack: Kei truck or a tractor, something work oriented but like farmer coded

Rainbowdash: the Darkstar supersonic jet from Top Gun Maverick because Sonic Rain-Boom

Rarity: Aston Martin DB10, simply because she's supposed to posh and stuff

Pinky Pie: This is a hard one, but maybe one of those tiny Smartcars? Or a VW van? Or she's the only one who's pony form is her alt mode. Or maybe she turns into a boombox or a hot air balloon or a flying saucer.

I actually vote for boombox pinkie pie, let Gummy be a gator cassette

[witchofthesouls]

Wait something funny just occurred to me. In the AU where the kids get cyber formed but remain on the edge of being adults, someone would have had to give them the Cybertonian version of The Sex Talk.

Would it be Ratchet, giving them the strictly medical side of things, or would it be some bot, talking about the experimental/exploring parts?

(I genuinely believe Ratchet would have an aneurysm of some kind at the prospect of it. But let's pretend)

I have to name this verse properly because Tarn isn't here, but it will eventually lead the D.J.D. to Earth. I'll keep the soulmate au tag until I can figure out something.

Ratchet does have an aneurysm because he has set ideas on what is and isn't 'appropriate' from Functionist-held Golden Age Cybertron, but he also carries a lot of guilt from out-surviving almost all his friends, cohorts, and students...

And it's all being dragged into the mud by the Jasper trio, who gives no quarter on crushing his prejudices and fears. Even Raf, his favorite, casually steamrolls over it with the draconian and American mindset of giving no fucks.

Team Prime had harmless thought exercises of what their charges' Cybertronian frames would be like... and none of them were remotely correct!

Because Miko is a Seeker femme, Raf may or may not be a type of Predacon, and Ratchet can't get proper readings on Jack's base-coding, Ratchet sits them all down because they're not sparklings or mechlings with sealed plates but full-framed mecha with total access. He gives them the reproductive talk, especially since Seekers and beastformers go into reproductive heats, but humans don't have that. He's trying to be mindful, and Ratchet is going through the different sexual methods and the variations of parts. Of course, Raf has to interrupt because the draconian mech has two spikes and no receptacle, and he would like to know about any necessary care.

All in all, it's really Ratchet having another fit because his weird humans are now weird Cybertronians of yore/throwbacks. And the ex-humans are taking it rather well, but Jack, Miko, and Raf had literally lifetimes to explore sexuality: as humans, human-hybirds by exploring their heritage as well as alchemical concoctions and very curious lovers.

This, however, did kickstart the path of Ratchet teaching Miko his medical knowledge as she doesn't want the results. She's burning to have the technical skills and knowledge of the processes. Ratchet does pass on his skills to Raf and Jack, but Raf prefers the science as Jack is more fascinated by procuring research material. Miko literally bullzoned her way to become his student. The howling matches they had shook the foundations of the base, but she got her way because she deliberately aimed at his vulnerable parts. ("You'll leave us one day to go back to Cybertron! And you're refusing to tell me how to properly care for myself!?") Ratchet is highly concerned about how voracious Miko's appetite is for that knowledge.

She yearns to become a Tsunade/Unohana terror among them because they have a strong suspicion that if their status is revealed, then they'll become targets. She'll become a Cybertronian Bloodbourne horror if it means she'll never be trapped like what happened to some of her kin.

[in1-nutshell]

Hey it's me again how about some more old Predacon buddy maybe how they interact with the other predacons or possibly have Predacon buddy accidentally get teleported to another universe maybe beast wars? Like how would they interact with the maximals or interact with the predacons I am not surprised if old Predacon buddy adopts waspinator Just have like a good old time =]

One way to summarize this request:

Buddy: *sees Waspinator*

Grandparent mode activated.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Old Predacon meets the Maximals

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronian reader

TFP/BW

Buddy doesn’t like to point digits when it comes to blaming others.

But in this case, they will make an exception.

If the Wreckers hadn’t lobbed so close to the relic, Buddy would still be napping in their sunny space waiting for the kids to arrive from school.

Jack was going to show them his art collage.

Miko was going to show off her ballads that she had recorded earlier that day.

And Raf was going to get the next movie of that dinosaur series they were watching.

But no, now they were getting some stick out of their digits on some planet.

The place looked a lot like Earth in the Dinosaur movies Raf had shown them…

…

Time travel, dimension hopping and spiked energon were all on the table in trying to explain all of this.

Buddy seen some goofy ways bots and cons have gotten into strange situations, Buddy had to think of every possibility.

Buddy sitting in their bi pede mode in a thinking position.

They feel a poke to their side.

“Hmm?”--Buddy

Buddy looks down to see a small green servo.

“Help…please… you…squishing me…”--Waspinator

Buddy yelps out and stands up.

A smaller green mech was etched onto the mud below.

Buddy carefully grabs the mech and places him gentle on the ground.

“I am so sorry for that! I didn’t even know you where there!”--Buddy

Waspinator shaking his helm a bit.

“Big Bot appear out of nowhere, how?!”--Waspinator

“It’s a long story.”--Buddy

“Wazzpinator has time.”--Waspinator

“Waspinator? Is that your designation young one?”--Buddy

Waspinator nods his helm.

“And big bots?”--Waspinator

“I’m Buddy.”--Buddy

Waspinator tilts his helm.

“Buddy?”--Waspinator

“It’s not normal, but it suites me.”--Buddy

“Yezz I am a Predacon under Megatron’s command.”--Waspinator

Buddy’s optics twitch a bit.

“Megatron? And you being a Predacon? But you don’t have the same logo as mine?”--Buddy

“You Predacon too?”--Waspinator

“Yes, but they are not factions. We are a species.”--Buddy

“What?”--Waspinator

“… Waspinator have you seen any humans here?”--Buddy

“Like them?”--Waspinator

Buddy looks at some early humans playing with a stick.

“… Oh Primus I jumped dimensions…”--Buddy

Waspinator gives Buddy a rundown of the Predacon and Maximal war.

All Buddy wants to do now is hit their helm on the nearest tree.

Buddy asked more about the Predacon’s faction.

Buddy’s optics twitched hearing their leader was Megatron.

Buddy didn’t like the things the Predacon’s were doing.

They shifted the attention to the Maximals.

They seemed a little rough around the edges, but they seemed like the better option to ask for help.

“Which way is the Maximal base?”--Buddy

“Buddy want to go there? Why?”--Waspinator

“They seem like the better option for asking for any help. No offense, but the last time I put any faith in a Megatron, it didn’t end up well.”--Buddy

“Oh…”--Waspinator

“But you’re going to take me there.”—Buddy

Buddy stands up stretching a bit, getting ready to transform.

“WHAT! No! Maximals hurt Wazzpinator!”--Waspinator

“I will make sure they don’t. You have my word. Now are we ready?”--Buddy

“But Wazzpinator need repairs.”--Waspinator

“Then you fly with me.”--Buddy

“WhaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”--Waspinator

Waspinator nearly faints at the full dragon size Buddy is.

Waspinator had a fun time flying on Buddy’s back.

Beats flying all the way to the base by himself.

The Maximals nearly fainted when a giant dragon with Waspinator landed near their base.

Buddy politely greets them and asks for someone to look at Waspinator.

There is some opposition to letting the enemy in, but they are quickly shot down by common sense.

Buddy looks at this version of Prime and asks to speak with him about their situation. Many of his teammates are very much against this, but he calms them down and goes with Buddy.

He looks almost as lost as Buddy is when they tell him what happened.

Optimus agrees to give Buddy and Waspinator haven for the time being.

Things are a bit tense for the next couple of days as many try and tip toe around the giant dragon.

Buddy was so big they couldn’t even get onto the ship even if they crouched. They opted to stay outside in their beast form for the nights. Anyways, it wasn’t like someone was going to attack a behemoth like them.

Slowly the Maximal’s start warming up to Buddy and their kind nature.

They were all defiantly surprised hearing about their backstory, some more than others.

Waspinator starts his journey to becoming a fellow Maximal, thanks to Buddy talking to him about the good that could come with this new change.

Waspinator makes up for a great Maximal with the right guidance and support.

He becomes Buddy’s second shadow while Buddy stays at the Maximal base.

Buddy has plenty of time to tell stories about their times as a gladiator, their time with the Cons, and their time now with the Autobots.

Buddy talking to Cheetor, Rattrap, Waspinator, Silverbolt, and Dinobot.

“What do you think they are talking about?”--Tigatron

“Maybe about their favorite tree from yesterday.”--Airazor

“Hmm, maybe.”--Tigatron

Back to Buddy…

“Then I raised my sword above the crowd, drenched in the energon of my enemies and asked if they were finally entertained.”--Buddy

Buddy mimicking a sword slash for their audience.

“Wow! How long was that Buddy!”--Cheetor

Buddy scratches their helm.

“Hmmm… Don’t remember the exact date, but defiantly when I was around your age Cheetor.”--Buddy

“Awesome!”--Cheetor

“Wait how long was it though? Couldn’t have been that long right?”--Rattrap

“Aww, that sweet of you to think Rattrap. But I am a bit old.”--Buddy

“But how old?”--Silverbolt

“…”--Buddy

“…”--Maximals

“How old Buddy?”--Dinobot

“How about I tell you the story about the time I scared Orion Pax in the halls of Iacon from the top shelf?”--Buddy

“Buddy stop ignoring the question.”--Dinobot

“Listen to your elders.”--Buddy

“How old are you!?”--Waspinator

A familiar looking portal appears one day, and Buddy knows its their time to go. Their team finally found them.

They make sure to give each of the Maximals hearty hugs before they leave.

Buddy hugging all the Maximals.

“I will never forget your kindness my friends. If you end up in my dimension, just call for me!”--Buddy

Buddy gives an extra hug to Waspinator.

“Stay strong my friend. You are so much more than what you give credit.”--Buddy

Waspinator hugs them, trying not to cry, before letting go.

Buddy transforms and flies into the portal.

Buddy exits the portal to see the bewildered faces of their family.

“What took you so long?”--Buddy

“BUDDY!”—The Kids

The kids crowd around Buddy’s pedes while the rest of the Autobots follow suite.

Things are finally back to normal.

[mychlapci]

Arranged marriage between combiners, for peace. It's like a mutual nuclear disarmament for both factions. Stunticons to Aerialbots. Combaticons to Protectobots. Computron to Predacons. (The 'structies get Prowl)

Some of them will remain distant and antagonistic, while some will get closer and become amiable. Vortex and First Aid in particular would find themselves in an unlikely freaky but romantic relationship. One that's so lustful it influences the rest of their teams. Bruticus ends up getting urned on by the sheer horny exuded by Vortex, while Defensor gets super needy just from First Aid's thirst for that rotarycock.

Bruticus would make such a good wife out of Defensor, he'd keep him pregnant in order to force the teams to stay combined for as long as possible. After all, Defensor can't uncombine when he's gravid with all those bitties, and Bruticus can't pump him full of the transfluid he needs without having his massive goliath spike to plow him with. This might result in all of the respective gestalt members mind melding permanently into a singular psyche, but they're always so horny, they don't really care by that point. Till all are one and shit, yanno-🔌

ooooH yes yes yes... Love me some pregnant combiners. I am all for Defensor being kept pregnant for so long that he forgets he can uncombine. Maybe he can't uncombine at all anymore. Maybe Bruticus can't either, the two of them constantly locked in a breeding frenzy...

Once again I am thinking about how disastrous it would be if a bot that big started giving birth. There'd be a little river trailing down, all of it thick, viscous birthing fluids. It'll take a couple weeks for it to dry up. I bet some bots could even bathe in it...

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

OK I just remembered this show but, all the Transformers shows where they have kids but is Kids Next Door crossover AU!

So I guess that it would be something like this-

Character like Spike, Carly, and Chip don't count but others above 13 like Charlie, Memo, and Jack can become Undercover Teenagers (TND) but still not be part of the team sorry.

-Secto - Name (Numbuh)

-Sector_A_Witwicky - Robby Malto (8) and Mo Malto (9). Both transferred to conduct an investigation into GHOST and help their mom adapt to her new job. But the Terrans bring some complications for the mission

-Japanese Sector - Japan - Koji Onishi (7), Bradley "Rad" White (TND 12), Carlos Lopez (TND 13), Alexis Thi Dang (TND 14), Chad "Kicker" Jones (TND 18 and about to leave the team soon), Coby Hansen (20), Bud Hansen (TND 19) and Lori Himenez (TND 17). The biggest team conformed with kids from other regions. Their operation consists of helping the Atobots find new resources they can use for their survival like Energon, living metal for replacement parts, and any alien technology, and maybe locate other Autobots lost on Earth.

-Detroit Sector - Sari Sumdac (number unknown). A time traveler from the year 2050 who came to the 2000s for an unknown reason to be discovered. She helps the Japanese and Witwicky kids a lot.

-Las Vegas Sector_USA Jasper Nevada - Jack Darby (TND number 32 and about to leave the team soon), Miko Nakadai (TND number 11), and Rafael "Raf" Esquivel (37 and soon to become a TND). A small team assigned to help Team Prime as their guides and partners to help them disguise themselves with the humans of Earth. Fowler, a former ex Kid Next Door member helps them with the task.

-America_Crown City Secot - Russel Clay ( 21 once in Sector HHH but moved to a new team), Buth (25), and Hank (24). A new team formed by rockies that was made to test the new Sector until Bumblebee crashed on Earth with a tone of Predacons so the mission has changed...

-Griffin Rock Sector - Cody Burns (28), Francine ¨Frankie¨ Elma Greene (29), Celine ¨CeCe¨ Greene (83), Priscilla Pynch (30), Kyle Frazier (TND 39), Billy Frazier (70), Nancy Morrison (TND number 42), George Tracker (40), Jimmy Tracker (68), Timmy Smith (41), Rosita Neederlander (38), Elsie Rubio (71), Corey Perkins (35), Charlene Pruitt (82) etc etc... All the kids on Griffin Rock are Kids Next Door and is probably one of the most chaotic teams in all the world. Their mission, guide and make the Rescue Bots feel at home so other Cybertronians can also be comfortable on Earth.

That is mostly what I have so if anyone else is a KND fan feel free to add more stuff to this post 👍

[valvesandthings]

Predaking plowing into his cybertronian lover cause I'm very sure that he has a breeding kink

So, so, so, sorry for the wait!

Predaking was a formidable lover in his bot form, but as a predacon, his intensity was tenfold. He knew his lover and he knew the limits of their frame, and this information was safely stored in the back of his mind. He thrust slow, growling at the wonderfully tight fit of his spike in his lover’s bot valve. Although he wished his love were also a predacon and they could properly breed, he was content enough to be draped over their back, both on all fours, and slowly fucking open their sloppy valve. 

His lover sobbed for more, desperate for an overload. Predaking snarled as his knot began to swell and bump against his lover’s entrance with every thrust. At the feeling, they moaned eagerly.

Predaking lowered his massive helm and nuzzled against the side of his mate’s helm, both questioning and comforting. He wished he could speak in this form. 

But his lover understood and whinder, “Yes, please, knot me!”

He growled low, warning them of the next thrust that would force his knot in and keep them connected for hours. His mate screamed at the stretch and overloaded weakly, going slack as Predaking’s transfluid coated their walls and stretched their gestation chamber. Their stomach scraped against the ground and Predaking churred happily. How lovely they would look full of his pups. 

[anon-e-miss]

Sizeable

Being an Amalgus gave Jazz some unique abilities. Largely, his kind were known for changing their shape. He could take on the appearance of a minibot or a Convoy or a Predacon or any other Cybertronian life form and no one could look at him an no he was a fake. More than that, Jazz could displace his mass or gain more, allowing him to shrink to the size of a needle or grow the size of Unicron. It took energy and it took skill but Jazz had trained long and hard and could do both without pain. Jazz changed form often, it was a valuable ability in his line of work. He hardly ever changed his size alone, there was just no need for it. There was not even need for it now but there was desire and that was plenty enough.

Jazz looked up to Prowl, not to the same degree as Ironhide or Optimus but Prowl was still enough taller than Jazz to make him turn up his helm when they spoke. Generally, Jazz did not care, he knew he could take out Optimus or Ironhide without changing mass or taking a giant’s form. As an Amalgus, he was simply stronger than his size and shape would belay. For his part, when Prowl looked down at Jazz, he was not looking down at him. He was arrogant, supremely so but that arrogance was deserved. Prowl was brilliant, utterly brilliant and he knew it. When Bot argued with them, Prowl did not just dismiss their arguments, he picked them apart until the one who had foolishly questioned him felt smaller than a grain of rust. Jazz had been on the wrong end of one of these arguments a few times. He liked how Prowl remained cool and controlled, even when he was being screamed at, he eviscerated the argument with cool logic. Rather than be angered or embarrassed by his experiences with Prowl, Jazz felt invigorated. The Amalgus watched him, perfectly put together, perfectly in control and wanted to make a ruin of him.

Having sparred before, Jazz had no trouble convincing Prowl to spar again. As was their rule, there were no holds barred. Jazz started off normally but every other klik, the Amalgus shifted his mass and grew taller and taller until he towered over Prowl, his helm almost touching the ceiling. The size of Devastator but with the speed of a cyber-cat, Jazz snatched Prowl up and held him aloft. Only Prowl could be picked up by a giant and show curiosity and not fear. He tested Jazz’s hold as his legs dangled. Jazz grinned at him. With the push of his thumb, he popped off Prowl’s chestplate. The Praxian blushed darkly. It was a nice set of wells. They had only interfaced once, it had been a matter of being overcharged and angry at the world after a catastrophic battle. Chromedome, the Bot Prowl normally turned to for such a release had been unavailable. Even overloading, Prowl had been perfectly under control, not this time.

“Ack!” Prowl gasped in surprise as Jazz peeled the Praxian’s girdle off of him. Jazz held him up, to better look at his prize. Prowl scowled at him, at the ridiculousness of Jazz’s antics no doubt.

Jazz held Prowl’s leg up as he drew his quarry to his mouth and licked back and forth over his array. Prowl’s frame heated, and Jazz could feel it. The Praxian’s digits dug into his servo and writhed. When they had interfaced before it had been Jazz to spike him too. A quick servo-job had put Prowl’s spike out of action but had not done the same for Jazz. It had not been an accident on his part at all. Jazz much preferred to do the spiking and now was no different. He held Prowl and rubbed the tip of his index digit against Prowl’s wet folds and pushed in. Prowl’s jaw fell open as Jazz fragged him with that digit, he knew it was bigger than Chromedome’s spike, and knew his unaltered spike was too. Jazz knew he was well equipped to make Prowl forget the mnemosurgeon for good.

“Ahhh,” Prowl cried lustily.

He clung to Jazz’s palm as the Amalgus pushed a wet digit between his plump aft segments and into his tight aft. It was not the size, Jazz thought that had Prowl even this vocal. Prowl was helpless in Jazz’s servos and that was enough to lift some of his self-control. Audibly squealing when Jazz pushed his middle digit into his well-opened valve and did both his holes with his huge digits, Prowl held on for dear life. When the Amalgus held the Praxian up his spike, his girth dwarfed the smaller mech. It was comical and terribly arousing as he ran Prowl up and down against his hard spike. His pre-transfluids smeared over the much smaller mech as he tried to pleasure Jazz with his tiny servos. Jazz took hold of Prowl with both servos now as he shrank his form. His spike remained harder than a steel girder as he shifted his size down and down. He was taller than Optimus when he stopped. Jazz held Prowl by his hips and held him against his spike. Prowl was only a little wider than Jazz’s spike. It worked.

“Ahh!” Prowl cried as Jazz held him over the tip of his spike. “It is too big!”

“Gonna be the perfect fit, Prowler,” Jazz promised him. He had at least a few centimetres to spare in his pelvic girdle and it the squeeze was too tight, Jazz could always shrink.

“Oh Primus, oh Primus,” Prowl screamed as Jazz pulled him down on his huge spike. His folds were strained so taunt they went nearly white but Prowl did not tear. The pressure was so great as Jazz stuffed Prowl with his spike, the smaller mech’s spike was forced from its sheath, still soft, spewing transfluids as his reservoirs were crushed. Prowl’s plating was distended in the shape of Jazz’s spike and he had only taken less than half of it.

“Ya look good writhin’ on my spike,” Jazz told him. “Ya feel mike spike against y’re duct right?”

“Ack, yes,” Prowl groaned. “Too big.”

“Too big to pop yer duct?” Jazz asked. Prowl’s optics went wide as Jazz pulled his hips down and his duct strained. “Oh not, Sweetspark. It’s just right.”

“Ah! Aie!” Prowl squealed as Jazz dilated his duct by careful force and his spike busted into Prowl’s gestational tank. It was not like with his digit or his spike before, Jazz’s tip did not just pop in but half the length of his spike and then more.

There was a little more room than Jazz had planned for and grinning devilishly, he sized himself up, his newly enlarged spike busted into Prowl’s forge. Prowl drooled, optics glazed over as Jazz fragged his womb. His heavy wells bounced as Jazz pulled him up and down on his fiendishly huge spike, holding him under his armpits. Jazz decided to recline on the training mat and hold Prowl up by his wrists as he remained impaled. Prowl panted and babbled as he writhed uselessly. It felt good however, watching and feeling him dance. Though he had Prowl too packed full of spike for his valve to do much more than take it, Jazz’s felt the sparks of electricity as Prowl overloaded again. His glossa was lulled out. He could not even babble anymore and Jazz groaned as the sight.

Jazz turned Prowl around on his spike and squeezed his aft as the Praxian was helplessly skewered on his girth. It was a nice aft. A real nice aft. Prowl’s doorwings fluttered and bounced as Jazz dragged him off and on his spike. He liked the way Prowl’s straining valve still tried to ripple as Jazz fondled his doorwings and his wells. The Praxian was still coming, almost constantly, his every inner biolight and node was crushed by Jazz’s girth and fired constantly as a result. Feeling his own overload building, Jazz turned Prowl around again and pulled him up and down on his spike, loving the sight of his huge spike disappearing into Prowl’s small frame and all the lubricants that sprayed out when he speared him.

“Frag, frag, frag,” Jazz cursed as he overloaded.

His massive spike surged in Prowl’s belly, flooding him with more transfluids than his frame schematics could handle. His tank ballooned as Jazz’s pumped it full of transfluids. With still more coming, the funnel to his forge opened and it too inflated with transfluids. Well plugged with spike, not a drop of cum escaped the little Praxian’s frame and he looked insanely gravid. It was not a bad look on him at all. Jazz slowly pulled his spike free, staring at Prowl’s broken valve as he pulled out of it, loving the way his folds hung loose and his channel gaped obscenely.

“Gah,” Prowl groaned as he slowly game around. He touched his huge cum belly and collapsed.

“Think ya can get to the washracks, Prowler?” Jazz asked, having returned to his normal size.

“No,” Prowl groaned. “I do not think I can walk.”

“Let’s see if ya can crawl,” Jazz suggested. Making a face, Prowl rolled onto his knees. His heavy belly dragged on the floor and his legs splayed, unable to close. Jazz slipped up behind him and pressurized into his gaping valve. Prowl turned his helm flushing red as he realized he could not even feel the spike sitting inside him. He felt Jazz spray his lining with more transfluids and flushed darker.

“You broke me,” he said. His self-repair systems would tell him no struts had been broken but they would also tell him his valve casing, gestational tank and forge had been pushed beyond their schematics. It would be ages before they contracted back to normal.

“I did,” Jazz agreed. “I’ll do it again, next time yer gettin’ moody. I’ll stick ya on my spike while ya try’n work through Ultra Magnus’ useless reports.”

“Frag,” Prowl cursed. He did not say no.

Jazz had not considered that ruining Prowl would have more consequences than a little sway to the Praxian’s hips that never went away. Even after his frame metabolized on the transfluids, Prowl’s huge belly remained and it only got bigger. Amalgus carryings were faster than those of normal frametypes and though Prowl was no Amalgus, he had been kindled by one and the carrying was following their norms. Being that Jazz had kindled him in a giant’s size, the bitty he had sparked Prowl up with had taken on that code. He was huge. Prowl could not even wear armour. He could hardly walk. His limp spike hung out, there was no space for it in his frame. His wells had quadrupled in size with his frame knowing the appetite of this bitty was going to be considerably greater than one of a smaller size and they were leaking already.

“Ahh, ahh,” Prowl cried as Jazz, the size of a giant, sucked his wells and fragged his valve and aft with his digits. Cupping Prowl in his servos, Jazz fragged his soft and loose valve with his glossa, optics glittering with lust. There were still twenty stellar-cycles left in Prowl’s carrying and he could not even imagine how big he was going to get.

“Push, push, push,” Jazz listened to Ratchet coach Prowl as he held his lover's leg up. His valve folds strained, thin and white as their bitlet crowned. The plan had been a c-section but the bitty had decided to come during a battle and by the time Ratchet had made it to Prowl, he was already pushing. The top of the bitty’s ovoid shape poked out of Prowl’s valve. Jazz watched as Prowl worked the giant bitty from his small frame. With a final push, the bitty was free and he immediately transformed with a shrill cry. Ratchet placed him on Prowl’s chassis as the new originator stared in surprise.

“She’s perfect,” Jazz said. Prowl nodded. The femmeling had doorwings and a chevron, just like her pretty little ori.

“Strongarm,” he designated her. Jazz smiled. Next time, he wondered if he could get Polyhexian twins off of Prowl.

[robot-rarepairs-dotcom]

ararepair between a friend and i would be Predaking/Knockout, some fluff / sin hcs pls? 💕

Ooh sure!

They compliment each other on their beauty

They also comfort each other on their losses

They talk so much shit about starscream

Predaking cleans Knockout. At first he didn’t like it but when he realized Predacon saliva made his paint look shinier he let him

Predaking likes sleeping with knockout leaning on him, wether knockout is awake or not

Nsfw:

Knockout likes getting fragged hard and rough but not too rough as to damage the paint

When Predaking fails to keep the paint from getting scratched after three warnings it’s his turn to get spiked. He’s not used to it

Knockout prefers to spike Predaking because of his reactions and how it feels

Knockout pulls Predakings tail because Predaking oddly likes it. Like the equivalent of a hair pulling kink

Predaking makes a huge mess so it takes a while to clean up after facing

Vehicons get traumatized by the sound or accidental sight

[ask-sg-optimus-prime]

Hello there Lord Prime the fleshy creature that asked about Elita biting ur spike off here again- *Bows* you are looking very good this evening so I hope you don't my question Sir. If you did have the chance would you use Predacons as a weapons?like how a Shockwave from another universe (TFP) used them to wreck the Autobots of that universe the creatures do seem to be very powerful since they were able to wreck those Autobots tho of course not as powerful as you my Lord.

preens

You flatter me, fleshling. I do hope that you will continue to do so. Don't be shy to ask any other...spicy questions you may have, as well. I quite enjoy them.

I have captured a few Predacons from their home in the Sea of Rust. I use them in my arenas when I wish to watch mecha be not only shredded to pieces, but also eaten. They have served me well thus far.

[phoenixisobsessed]

You know I interest with scenario human and bots or cons sharing in a human body.

I will pick sam (because he unlucky top of list and easy pick ) when sam shove Allspark into Megatron chest Allspark decide to put Megatron spark into Sam's body and they forced to sharing same body.

The funny part in this scenario that sam must listen Megatron ranting about how weak and fragile sam body is and really questioning how human can survive with wak body.

I think we need more that scenario in fanfic because that is very rare. I have one story with that scenario

(Quickl disclaimer, sorry if this response is messy I am currently having a migraine. Don’t worry though, I just took my migraine medication. Should kick in soon and they make me extremely eepy so I’m trying to race them LMFAO.)

Transformers does have interesting concepts of like consciousness, especially between robot and human. Like for example in Transformers Prime, Bumblebee goes into Megatron’s head, but a part of Megatron stays in Bumblebee because they didn’t pull out in time, (I am hilarious) and in Cyberverse there’s the whole “Windblade entering Bumblebee’s head” and stuff. (Why is it always Bumblebee goddamn) But these (in a way) make sense since, yeah, they’re robots. Hooking yourself up to something, or in these cases, somebody else, makes sense to cause consciousnesses to kind of “merge” or I guess just link? Be together? I don’t know how to say it properly.

And then…they decide that the same now works on humans as well? I don’t know if this means that human souls are like canon or something. Like I guess there may be some kind of electrical current connection between the human and robot in those cases (Sam putting the Allspark to Megatron’s spark / Spike being connected to a machine(?), transferring his consciousness to a mechanical body in gen1) but still. Humans aren’t a bunch of complex code in the way that a transformer is, (I’m not certain about that but I am just writing my thoughts) and this implies that this relates back to sparks and souls. So, are human souls canon in transformers? Maybe. And if so, it’s interesting that a spark and a human soul are so similar so that they can transfer between species, at least to a point, pretty successfully.

Like clearly, even if it’s not as deep as a consciousness transfer, humans and transformers can work together (literally). Most recent example being Mirage and Noah in the end of the movie when they merge, going all the way back to some of the older Japanese series (not gonna go into alla that rn).

And don’t even get me STARTED on the kind of connections they have in Earthspark with the Terrans. That rock is doing some crazy shit, and I don’t remember the lore of it. No I’m not looking it up right now.

And I mean, with the existence of Maximals and Predacons, there’s clearly proof that transformers can work together with organic matter at least somewhat.

I got so off topic ngl. Started going down theorising lane here for a second while we were talking about fanfics. This rabbit-hole goes so deep and I do not have the brains to figure it all out. But I agree, fanfics with this would be hilarious. Would read.

(I haven’t researched this at all and just took what information I could remember so excuse if any of this is crazy inaccurate or if answers to my questions already exist. Just thought this was a very interesting topic)

[fandomcaseymix]

The Beast Inside Comes To Help

Sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my native language, haha)

Enjoy!

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Darkness.

It was the first thing Wheeljack saw when he opened his optics. There was nothing to see around, and it was impossible to tell which was up and which was down. A thought flashed through Wrecker's processor that he was levitating in space. However, this assumption was immediately refuted: his pedes felt a firm ground under them, allowing the white mech to stand up steadily.

Strange. Where was he? What kind of place was this?

Puzzled, Wheeljack lifted his servo to rub his neck cables and froze dumbfounded. Something was wrong, but what exactly? Why does his frame feel different?

Slowly lowering his servo, the Wrecker stared dumbfounded at what he saw in front of him. His own hands, white with red stripes. No claws. No spiked appendages on the forearms. No fangs in his intake. Wheeljack began frantically touching his body, still not believing in what he saw.

There was nothing. Everything that made him a predacon was gone.

Did that mean he was back to his old self?

Smiling dazedly, Wheeljack covered his faceplate with a servo and lifted his helm up. Then he laughed loudly. At first, his short nervous giggles escaped from his throat, then his quiet laugh turned into the laughter of a maniac released from a madhouse. The Wrecker couldn't believe what he was seeing in front of him. He couldn't believe that what he saw was real, that he wasn't a mutilated mech turned into a predacon. Is this really a nightmare, too real to be true? Maybe it was just a hallucination, and now he is lying on the platform on Nemesis? What if he blacked out, exhausted by the tortures of the Decepticons who wanted to find out where the rest of the Autobots were?

Well, they made a little mistake with the choice of an autobot informant. Not to mention that they seriously missed. Although, even if Wheeljack knew where his comrades were, like slag he would have told them.

Damn that one-eyed lunatic who thought he could break him and turn him against his own fraction. May all the Decepticons who killed his comrades fall into the Pits.

Then a sudden rumble like the roar of a wild animal sounded in the dead silence, causing Wheeljack to freeze. He immediately unsheathed his katanas, ready to defend himself from... whatever it was. The "ground" shook, and the Wrecker recognized someone's heavy footsteps, apparently sharp claws grated, and something clicked a little higher up. The white mech pursed his lips, suppressing the fear that showed its ugly head for a second, and put his weapon at the ready.

The footsteps approached, the darkness suddenly opened up, and a beast that had long been considered extinct appeared in front of Wheeljack. A huge white predacon was rushing towards him, menacingly flashing its amber-yellow optics. A spiked tail with thick gray and gold quills curved behind it like a white snake, and gray-golden bird wings with bright red feathers moved on a mighty snow-white back.

Wheeljack gripped his katanas’ handles tightly. Letting the monster get as close as possible, he avoided the blow. Dodging, the Wrecker slashed at the beast's muzzle with all his might, hitting somewhere in the eye.

As soon as the blade of the katana touched the beast’s body, his processor exploded in pain. The mech screamed in surprise and, dropping his weapon, he put his servo to his left optic. The cybertronian felt as if he himself had been hit on the faceplate, deliberately aiming at his organ of sight. A painful growl was heard at the same time as his scream, accompanied by the crash of a fallen body and the screech of metal. Wheeljack sucked air through tightly clenched dentures into the vent systems, trying to endure the pain, and carefully removed his servo covered with energon. Blue. So he's an ordinary Cybertronian. Or not?

What just happened?!

"Slag, that hurts," Wheeljack hissed softly and, blinking, stared at his internal fluid in confusion. "What the..."

His optic was intact. The soft metal of the front plate was the only thing that was damaged, but the pain did not decrease. It was also surprising that the wound that was supposed to appear on the predacon's muzzle somehow ended up on his faceplate.

Slag, the Wrecker thought dejectedly, getting to his feet and picking up his weapon. This is not a dream. This is a slagging nightmare.

The fallen beast rose to its feet again. It turned to Wheeljack and with an angry growl ran towards him again intending to kill him. The white mech froze, trying to figure out how to deal with a leviathan twice his size. His swords and grenades are unlikely to help him, on the contrary, they will only make things worse. He didn't want to repeat the experience with the optical sensor at all. So Wheeljack decided to resort to a really crazy method. Once was enough for him to understand the futility of fighting.

He folded his swords behind his back, closed his eyes tightly and knelt down, humbly bowing his head. There was a surprised growl, then claws gnashed, and the beast fell silent, stopping right in front of the Autobot. It blew a stream of heated air over the white mech, hissing at him in displeasure, and began to sniff him. Wheeljack carefully opened his optics, slightly squinting his damaged "eye", and stared ahead of him in a daze.

It wasn't just someone's optics staring at him. He was looking at himself.

Once yellow optics became blue, the same as his own. The beast in front of him, the predacon, looked at him with anger, rage and... fear. The same fear that the animals having been mistreated usually look with. There was even a hidden hatred for the offenders and a desire to revenge for all the evil that had been done to it.

Wheeljack shook his helm furiously, staring at the predacon in disbelief. How?.. What was that? How could he feel someone else's emotions? It wasn't a simple assumption about how someone who was treated like a monster and who was feared might feel. He seemed to be experiencing the same emotions himself, as if he were a monster himself.

A guess shot through his processor. This predacon in front of him is him. He is the monster.

Somewhere in the distance, a muffled female voice could be heard shouting someone's name.

Bulkhead!

Then there was a loud scream with a screech that Wheeljack instantly recognized.

Predaking.

Miko! Find shelter!

Miko and Bulkhead... They are... here? Then where was the Wrecker himself? And why was he out?!

"Grr..."

Wheeljack blinked and returned his attention to the predacon, who slightly tilted his head, showing a nasty dent on the left side of his muzzle. The Wrecker grimaced a little. Right. Predaking threw him off with his tail. Yeah, that was very painful. The white mech cautiously stood up to his full height and raised his hands in a peaceful manner, showing his non-hostility.

"Hey, Buddy," he said to the predacon. The beast hissed in displeasure. "Okay, okay, I get it, you don't like "Buddy". What kind of name would you like?"

The white predacon hissed again in displeasure and shook its head. Its blue optics looked at him reproachfully.

"Yeah, right. Now’s not the time for giving names," Wheeljack guessed and grinned nervously. "Huh. I'm talking to a predacon. Looks like I’ve Iost my mind. "

The predacon let out a rumble, shaking its head negatively. The Wrecker chuckled again. No, he's not crazy. Okay, maybe he's a little crazy, because he always rushed headfirst into battle, not caring that he might not survive. A monkey with a grenade, as that guy, Agent Fowler, once put it. He was offended, of course, but in a way it was true.

"Okay, okay, I'm not crazy, " Wheeljack gave up, letting out a chuckle.

Miko's voice rang out again, full of genuine horror.

Bulkhead!

Run, Miko! Hide! Bulkhead shouted back.

I’m not leaving you, Bulk!

Miko, I’m supposed to protect you, not the other way around!

Wheeljack clenched his dentas. He couldn't remember exactly if there had been any reaction to his appearance from his friends. The Wrecker didn't want to admit it, but... He was afraid. He was afraid that the other Autobots, including Bulkhead, would not recognize him, exposing him to the fate of an outcast. To some extent, Wheeljack was not afraid to be alone, after all, he had been plowing the expanses of space for a long time on his trusty Starhammer. But now, without his Jackhammer, he wasn’t very happy about this outcome.

The predacon approached Wheeljack and cocked its head to the side. It purred lowly, attracting the Wrecker’s attention. The white mech turned to the beast, distracting himself from his sad thoughts. The corners of his lips twitched.

"Well, big guy, looks like you and I are stuck here together, " he chuckled. The beast let out a long howl and poked its muzzle into the Wrecker’s chestplate. To his surprise, Wheeljack understood what the predacon wanted to tell him. "You want to... work together?"

The beast growled again with a nod.

"You are giving me your strength and returning me full control over my body?" The Wrecker raised his optical ridges in surprise, once again amazed that he understood something from this inarticulate speech. "Deal!"

The predacon leaned its head forward, allowing Wheeljack to touch it. Hesitantly, the mech raised his servo and put his hand on the dark gray muzzle.

"Remind me to give you a name, okay, big guy?"

The predacon growled in agreement, nodding slightly so that the white mech's hand would not leave its nose. The beast and the Cybertronian simultaneously closed their optics, trusting each other with their lives.

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His blue optics snapped open. His whole body trembled, and the internal systems began to disperse the frenzied heat, making its way along the neck cables to his mouth. His fire was bursting out, crackling with displeasure. His energon was seething with rage and a desire for revenge.

Keep talking, keep laughing

One day you'll wish you hadn't...

They wanted to make a monster out of him to eliminate the Autobots. To kill his comrades. His friends. His family. Well, the Decepticons brought his wrath upon themselves by daring to hurt the ones he cares about. And they all will pay for it.

All the people want fire, fire...

His paws abruptly lifted his body, the large boulders flew apart, freeing his wings. Wheeljack shook his head and fixed his sharp gaze in the direction of the fight. The fire in his energon began to boil with renewed vigor at the sight of Predaking.

Maybe it's time they meet their dragon.

And his bright turquoise blast from his mouth hit exactly its target. The face of an Autobot Hunter.

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Man, sometimes I hate my inspiration. If it hits it won't leave alone until I write the idea down or draw it. But, honestly, it wasworth the effort, hehe)

Of Flesh And Steel AU rightfully belongs to @sugarand-everythingnice

Hope you like it)))

[hallucinateonpaperspines]

I ask this mainly for comedic purposes but what if bot! Ashlyn (who you said was basically half predacon half seeker ish) could breathe fire. Mainly because I think it’s funny but also because it’s be a sick intimidation tactic.

-🍄

Welcome 🍄!

She would be the type to milk that in every way possible.

It's not even the fire breathing itself that she would really use at first, it's the smoke. Blow rings and try to shoot through them for target practice with Bee and Smokescreen. Balance a piece pipe between her denta and digits, and let Ultra Magnus think she's just picked up an Earthen cultural quirk. Let the scent of smoke, of burning internals, be the first hints of her presence when she joins the battle. Playing dirty is just a matter of survival when going against opponents with millennia of experience, dramatics aside, the heat and obscurity offered by quick exhale on a combatant's optics during close combat should be considered a respectable technique thank you. If pepper spray worked just fine, then so should a super-heated smoke attack.

Of course, Ash doesn't stop with the smoke. She's part predacon, fire is inevitable.

Despite the... off-ness of her design, the sharp edges, thicker plating, or subtle behavior that just reeks of a predator's ease and focus, Ashlyn does present as a seeker. An odd one, but she's odd in all aspects.

Ashlyn knows she's different, knows there's a part of this frame, a programmed instinct that she has to temper down that is foundationally different from the others. But she's different from the very core of her being. EM fields are a new sensation that makes her spark clampdown and soul lurch. Her claws are hazardous, her grip too strong, and her limbs feel too disjointed; she's clumsy, still learning control, and it's easier to avoid touch than to constantly apologize for the dents and strained joints. It's easier to go off alone on scouting trips, where the voices aren't triggered, the childish wobbles of her wings aren't scrutinized, and her talent for finding energon and sniffing out mines is borderline absurd.

She plays around, laughs, and debates. She keeps her distance, limits herself to fist bumps and nudges, and opens up slowly, following Ratchet's lead and sticking to his side when she's in the base. An odd little cog in the machine that is Team Prime, but part of the group. Family.

And within that dynamic. Within her wonder at their old stories, youngling mischief, and constant support, Team Prime forgets that Ash can do more than simply blow smoke.

Bulkhead watches the Insecticon scream as red-hot metal splinters and cracks, molten droplets mixing with energon as the joint twists and rips. Headshell screeches as his good arm reaches back, trying to dislodge his attacker from her hold on his back. Ashlyn holds firm, her intake releases the bug only to breathe a stream of fire at the con's face and neck-cabling, the stench of smelting metal overpowering even on the edge of a volcano.

She's bristling, spikes standing up straight and biolights flashing. Tips of her talons stained blue and servos scuffed as she snarls and curses, optics wide and wild as sparks fly from her mouth and molten scraps trail down her chin.

Bulkhead doesn't flinch as she throws the incapacitated bug down the side of the mountain, or when the nightmarish vision stumbles over to him.

His spark reaches out, EM field brushing with the stunted panicked fluctuations breaking out from her tight control. The Wreaker's servo, just as battered and scared, reaches up to cover her own.

Mission completed, the Tox-En-poisoned soldier limps through a ground bridge. Ashlyn tucked under his arm like a living crutch. No Insecticons alive or present to shoot him in the back, but one of her wings stretches out to cover him anyway.

"I'm starting to get worried, ya got a thing for arms?"

"Only when they hurt”

[in1-nutshell]

Another thought just popped in how about old Predacon buddy meeting Gen 1 autobot's it would be quite amusing seeing them interact with the others and maybe ratchet finding out how much old Predacon buddies energon reserves are possibly?

Buddy is too old for these shenanigans. Especially the ones in G1, but on the plus side, more grandkids!

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Old Predacon meeting the Autobots

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

G1/TFP

Buddy was going log this trip in their data pad when they got back home.

Definitely one of the more memorable trips hey had gone.

The portal dropped Buddy in a desert like area.

It seemed deserted from the looks of it.

Maybe they were in an alternative Nevada.

Buddy feels a tap on their pede and looks down.

A blonde human looks up at them.

“I was starting to wonder when the humans would show up.”--Buddy

“Huh?”--Carly

“Never mind. Hello there little one.”--Buddy

“Hi? Are you an Autobot?”--Carly

“Yes, do you know them?”

“Yeah! They’re my friends! Almost everyone knows about them.”--Carly

Buddy tilts their helm.

“What do you mean by almost everyone?”--Buddy

“Anyone who doesn’t see the news.”--Carly

“… Anyways, do you mind showing me to their base? I need a place to stay until I can get back to my dimension.”--Buddy

“Dimension?”--Carly

“You see my dear… what’s your name?”--Buddy

“Carly.”--Carly

“Carly? All right, well my name is Buddy—”--Buddy

“Buddy?”--Carly

Buddy vents a bit.

“I know it’s a strange name and all—”--Buddy

“Its not strange. It just took me by surprise and all, please continue.”--Carly

“Well, I got dropped in this universe thanks to a portal that usually comes back and sends me home in a couple of days.”--Buddy

“So, you need a place to stay in the meantime?”--Carly

“Exactly.”--Buddy

“Well then lets go!”--Carly

Carly begins walking but Buddy leans their helm down next to her.

“Please, allow me.”--Buddy

Carly’s eyes widen in excitement and climbs on.

Buddy slowly lifts their helm up.

“Just point the direction and I’ll follow.”--Buddy

Carly gives them a thumbs up.

“You got it! I can’t wait to tell Chip, Spike and Raoul what happened today!”--Carly

“…Spike?”--Buddy

“Yeah, he’s my boyfriend.”--Carly

“… So, to the right or left?”--Buddy

Carly had to calm everyone down when they saw the giant mechanical dragon that nearly dwarfed everyone in the base.

Buddy is just thankful that these bots were a bit bigger than in the other universe.

They were still small, but a good small.

“Hello there! My name is Optimus Prime. Who might you be?”--Optimus

“…I’m Buddy sir.”--Buddy

“Oh please, just Optimus or Optimus Prime.”--Optimus

Buddy stares at the Prime and wraps a wing around him.

“I will protect you and your group with my spark.”--Buddy

“Oh, that’s not necessary my friend.”--Optimus

“Nope I’m protecting you.”--Buddy

“Hey Prime, where—WOAH!”--Bumblebee

Buddy tuns to see a tiny Bumblebee and other human.

“WOW! Carly wasn’t kidding when she said that the dragon was huge!”--Bumblebee

Bumblebee sticks out his servo.

“I’m Bumblebee! This is Spike.”--Bumblebee

Buddy looks at the human take a step and fall after stepping on his untied shoe lace.

“Primus help Carly…”--Buddy

“What?”--Spike

“My name is Buddy.”--Buddy

Buddy is a bit appalled seeing how energon was created.

If they had anything like this in their universe it would change the war at home.

For better or worse Buddy still hasn’t figured that out.

Buddy is internally crying when they meet more bots.

This team had so many more numbers and Buddy only had enough room in their arms to carry a few.

It was a rather pleasant surprise to find the Dinobots.

Sure, there was a little skirmish between Buddy and Grimlock.

But they soon got past that.

Buddy is an honorary Dinobot now.

Buddy has Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, Mirage, Hound, Sideswipe, Red Alert, Smokescreen, Wheeljack, Ratchet, and Perceptor in their arms or back. Swoop was perched on their helm.

They are looking around.

“What’s up Buddy? You looking for something?”--Raoul

“Oh Raoul! I don’t have enough space to keep holding everyone!”--Buddy

“What?”—Raoul

Buddy nearly has a spark attack seeing Superion, Defensor and Omega Supreme.

They were so used to being the biggest bot in the room, they did not like being the smaller bot for a change.

The bots were nice and all, but Buddy opted to stay with the others.

Buddy often stayed by the smaller Prime’s side during their stay.

Optimus didn’t mind it at all.

Buddy did share some stories about the Prime in their universe.

Many of the bots like to hear Buddy’s dimension stories, even if they are a bit vague.

Soon it comes time for Buddy to leave.

Buddy tries their best to give out as many group hugs as they can.

“Thank you, my friends!  Wish you all the best!”--Buddy

“You too Buddy! Farewell my friend.”--Optimus

Buddy steps into the portal.

In TFP…

Buddy walks into the base, suddenly feeling a bit empty.

Buddy shakes it off and continues their way to the main room.

The war would be over soon, they just knew it.

[rocksinmuffin]

I'm curious as to how Quickstrike would try and to seduce the reader. Would he try to smooth talk or just come charging in with his spike already out?

Listen partner, you can’t just go running headfirst at the first pretty face you see, spike out and ready for lovin’. Where’s the romance? Where’s the mystique????? Nah, when it comes to seduction, Quickstrike likes to think he has a little more class than that.

Quickstrike likes to think he’s something of a gentle mech. He’s the kind of guy that will hold the door open for you or pull your seat out for you. The type of guy who would see a puddle on the ground and, in lieu of a jacket, would grab Waspinator and hold him down on the ground for you to walk across to keep your feet from getting wet. You know, classic romantic tactics.

Mostly, if he’s sweet on you, you can tell because he’ll act way nicer to you than he is to any of his other fellow Predacons. He’ll listen to whatever you say and be very agreeable, like you can do or say no wrong. Even his tone of voice gets a littler sweeter when he’s talking to you.

The most important part in the courtship is letting you know he would fight for you. Heck, he’d kill a fella for you! Please ask him to kill for you. Regardless, he will be showing off his strength in front of you so don’t be surprised if he picks a fight with anyone who looks your way. He’s gotta show you he’s the scrappiest mech around and he can take care of you.

[mychlapci]

Maggy anon

"We are doing things to this man's pussy" GOOD. We need to keep doing it. He's got the perfect pussy for this.

Thank you thank you I'm doing my best 👌 Thinking of Magnus stuck on Predaking's spike because he's too gravid to move and his stud is being mean fuels me.

RHOOHOOHO do NOT get me started on throne sex. I love that shit. Magnus is Predaking's breeder, his *consort*, so of course he's going to fuck him on the throne. He LOVES having Magnus sitting on his lap anyway, but the idea of fragging him there.. makes him feral. (Me too).

It just feels so right, to claim Magnus on his throne. Something about it is very satisfying. So he does, dragging Magnus onto his lap again and again. He loves it, playing with the large titties and keeping a hand on Magnus' belly - holding the gravid bump, or pressing onto the flat stomach to feel his spike through the silver plating.

And now the epitome of throne sex : *public* throne sex. Idk how it happens, but Magnus is titties out, speared on Predaking's spike, legs spread wide apart to show off the way his valve is stretched around Predaking. Of course he'll be embarrassed at first, but it does feel so good, and he *belongs* here. He's the King's consort, why should he be embarrassed about getting what he needs, what he deserves ?

Predaking is lightly rubbing at his node - teasingly so - and playing with his titties, making him squirm and whine. There's other people in the room, talking with Predaking, and it makes Magnus' interface systems burn even hotter. They can all see him falling apart from the pleasure, being claimed by his stud..

If he's gravid at that time, he's absolutely helpless, stuck on Predaking's spike. If he's not, then he's allowed some movement, riding his stud right then and there.

mhmmm Predaking probably lured him into the throne room under the promise that they’ll have enough privacy, maybe at the start he meant it too, but as Magnus began to need more and more transfluid and Predaking would not deny him, he couldn't just seal the room...

So he starts letting people in, with Magnus still sitting on his spike, all while Magnus is rubbing his swollen middle with one hand and covering his optics with the other, too humiliated to look at himself... meanwhile, Predaking just leans back, lazily rubbing his node, pinching his nipples, the motions almost idle now... sometimes, to let Magnus know he hadn't forgotten about him, he bucks up, the tip of his spike hitting the duct of his full gestation chamber, and Magnus just moans as loud as he can, not thinking about who is in the room with them, thighs quivering...

of course the other predacons and the occasional regular bots that pass by get a full view of his stretched valve, his squirming belly, his leaking breasts, maybe those with a little less self-control keep stepping closer and closer until they can cop a feel... maybe Predaking doesn't even notice it, but the way Magnus clenches around his spike and starts struggling to rock against it immediately alerts him to the fact that someone other than him is touching his breeder... can you blame them, though, so much of their population was brought in by that wondrous, overworked gestation chamber, it’s no wonder people want to thank him...

It takes a while but Magnus gets used to it soon enough, the sounds of people in the room no longer make him sheepish, he doesn't feel as embarrassed when he overloads as he used to, even if he accidentally squirts all over the throne and his titties overflow with energon...

Predaking would never feel embarrassed, that's what a breeder that's well taken care of looks like, after all...

[stickytrigger69]

Either TFP Soundwave or Shockwave (you pick! I can’t decide XD) finding out their Cybertronian reader is cheating on them? I need angst and it’s so hard to find angst with these characters hsdhdhsjsjsjks

(Despite what many people think, Shockwave isn’t emotionless and you can tell by paying attention to his body language, especially his head spikes and compared to his tone of voice when he was going to impale Starscream’s eye and when he’s talking to Ratchet, there’s a clear difference. And when he feels fear about the zombie predacons in the movie, his head spikes were moving and he was so scared that his big genius brain did the most illogical then and tried to fight them off when the most logical thing would have been to get the hell out of there)

TFP Soundwave x GN Cybertronian x TFP Shockwave

Reader is gender neutral

Readers frame type, paint job, optic color, etc. is unspecified

Angst fic!

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Shockwave was busy, like always. You tried to get him to go to your shared hab but he simply denied your small request. He's told you how important his work is, that it needs to be done, and that he'd meet you there. Yet you already know just how important it is to him and it makes your spark ache when you think about how you'll lay down and get up alone. You love Shockwave, you really do, but, he's been pushing you outside of his small bubble in favor of his work.

"It's not his fault, he's so used to being alone that... well, I-" you let out a frustrated groan as you put your face into your servos and furiously rub at your optics. Soundwave just stares at you as you throw another fit. For some time now you have been coming to Soundwave seeking any advice he may have. After the first few times that you had seen him you had started hugging him. And before you knew it, you started getting intimate with Soundwave, feeling held by the quiet mech.

Soon enough though you began to feel extremely guilty after your time with him, you shouldn't be with Soundwave, you should be with Shockwave. But he's in his lab. In his own world, a world of logic where he can't be bothered to even look at you. You know he loves you too but you never feel like he does. And Soundwave doesn't love you like Shockwave does.

It's painful enough that it makes you cry, coolant spills from your optics as Soundwave pulls you into his lap. Your chassis pressed to his, face buried in his neck while he gently rubs your back. His servo getting a little too close to your aft and it makes you frown but you don't stop him, he's only doing what he's always done. Soon, his servo finds its way beneath you, holding you by your aft, his other arm pressing you harder to his chassis. You've stopped crying, suddenly filled with a familiar charge.

You don't want to do anything though, you're not in the mood. You're so tired, wanting only to lay down in your berth and recharge for as long as you can without triggering stasis. Your servos find their way to his chassis and you push yourself away from him wanting to say something. He looks directly at your face, still wet from the coolant you had shed not too long ago. Your derma quivers as more coolant builds up in your optics.

Before you can say anything Soundwave looks up at something behind your helm and your spark drops. Tanks churning. You can already tell who is there, catching a glimpse of the purple mech in Soundwaves visor. You can feel his optic burning into you. You tilt your helm down, disappointed in yourself.

Soundwave puts his servos under your arms and lifts you from his lap to place you on the floor. Your pedes making a small clunk sound as you are set down. You slowly turn around keeping your gaze lowered. His larger pedes come into view but the sight of them causes the coolant in your optics to spill over. You just stand there, feeling pathetic and embarrassed and so much more.

Shockwave only looks at your dejected form. His finials and antenna twitching, thoughts racing. After a few moments he looks up from you to Soundwave who is still seated behind you. The two mechs stare at eachother for a while before Shockwave looks back down at you. He can't bring himself to feel angry at all, though he tries to find a reason to, he can't be.

He steps closer to you and you start to shake, worried about what he might do. It doesn't take him more than five steps to reach you. The large mech is standing in front of you but you don't move or speak. All the strength in your frame has all but disintegrated leaving you feeling weak and small. He uses his arm canon to lift you up, his servo pushed on your back, squishing you agianst him.

He holds you in a tight embrace as he turns around, away from Soundwave, and begins walking out into the hall. The walk is quiet. You're very confused, why is he holding you so closely? Isn't he upset with you? Why hasn't he said anything?

You don't feel threatened but you do feel very nervous. Finally, the whoosh sound of a door opening reaches your audials and you know you've arrived at your shared hab. He sits down, still clutching onto you, keeping you pressed against him as he settles onto the berth. For a while you both sit in silence, you're not sure if you have the right to speak and he is trying to think of what to say. He knows deep in his spark it's his fault anyways, knows that you were only seeking comfort from someone you, himself included, trust.

"I, realize that," He pauses a moment, "Well. I haven't been very present." His voice is low and calm, traces of guilt in every word that leaves him. "I am sorry." He apologizes barely above a whisper. Your optics widen and your breath hitches. You try to think of something to say, try to form a coherent thought but you feel like your processor needs a reboot.

"I am not mad at you." He says softly and you feel more coolant pool in your optics. "Nor am I angry at Soundwave. I know you only went to him because you trust him. I'm honestly, glad, that you sought him out." He sounded reluctant to finish what he wanted to say but you could tell he felt better after he said it. Once again silence fills the rooms atmosphere only this time it's not suffocating or uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry." Is all you can muster. Your voice sounds broken and is laced with static and it makes Shockwaves spark swell with sadness. He can hear your guilt and he knows you're truly remorseful of your actions. He's always disliked when you experienced such strong emotions, the pain it causes you, how it tortures you.

"Perhaps, Soundwave is, a better fit to be your-"

"No!" You cut him off. Your optics squeeze shut as your arms tighten around him, pulling him closer. "I don't think so, I want you. I didn't mean for it to go so far I was just, so upset and I-" a sob leaves you, you're face buried into his frame.

"You were lonely. I wasn't there when you needed me." He pulls you from him to turn your face up to look into his optic. "It is not your fault." He stares into your spark through your optics and you feel bare. The coolant has stopped trickling down your face and is now drying. He can see now first hand, the cause and effect of his actions, and it fills him with shame.

He cups your cheek in his large servo, thumb rubbing your smooth face plating. He can feel your own sadness coming from your spark in waves, the air is thick making it feel like he is moving slowly like when under water.

"You know that I love you, don't you?" He asks. You reply with a small nod, your optics never leaving his.

"I do, and I love you. So much." A weak smile forms on your face. The sight fills Shockwave with a bitter sweet feeling, a question creeps forth from the back of his processor. 'Will we be okay?', he is uncertain of the outcome, a number of possibilities present themselves. Perhaps your relationship will survive this, it can if he takes the appropriate actions. If he does not however, he could lose you, and that thought alone strikes fear deep within him.

Your optics droop, you're tired. All the crying has exhausted you. It's familiar, he recognizes this trait of yours. You often need to recharge after an emotional ordeal, big or small, it always takes a toll on you. He lays down and cradles you in his left arm, holding you to his side with his arm canon.

You snuggle up to him but you don't reach your arm around him like you used to. So, he instead reaches over and grabs your servo and just holds onto it. His grip slowly tightening around your servo keeping in mind not to squeeze too hard. Before long, you've fallen into recharge, frame going limp. Giving Shockwave the opportunity to try to contact Soundwave to get some answers and to have a small discussion.

The quiet mech does respond shortly after the first ping. After a few hours he gets what he wants but the answers only pull more questions to the surface. He tries to look at your face from the current angle but the most he can see is the top of your helm and just the littlest bit of your chin. He figures he can get as far as possible on his own and when you wake up he'll talk some more with you. Maybe he'll even invite Soundwave so the three of you can talk about it to find the best solution.

Yes, that is a logical approach. It can prove to be a good bonding exercise. Maybe they can reach common ground and come to find stability from the situation. He truly is; happy? That you had chosen Soundwave to be the one you went to rather than, anyone else really.

He is competent, trustworthy, strong, and intelligent. If there was anyone else within the decepticon ranks that he trusted more with your safety it was Soundwave. Yes, already a sound foundation has begun to form in his mind. This is good, he's decided that when you wake up he will approach you with his findings. For now, he wants to rest with you, he hadn't realized how much he missed this, holding onto you in comfortable silence.