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[energexae]

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[robotsandjunk]

Cybertronian sex toys must go crazy

False spikes that expand every time a bot overloads making it impossible for them to clench around it properly and leaving them absolutely gaping by the end

Fake panels designed to vibrate and stop keeping the wearer constantly edged throughout the day

Magnets that connect to each node inside a valve, stimulating them individually and in different ways and rhythms

Ballbearings that have been magnetised in different ways so they’re constantly shifting inside a valve

A matching set of a false spike and valve that can be connected to specific bot spike or valve so partners can interface not matter the distance

Vibrators that are made specifically for a bots spike sheath that keep the spike from extending as well as keeping unbearably it stimulated

[13urningstars]

Her Saturday night plan's include leaning over the railing of a small park, looking at the view of levels of the city below, sparkling lights flashing in the nightlife as she chug's at one of starscream's expensive wine bottles. What he doesn't know wont hurt him.

It's called getting inspiration and being bored.

[sajiri]

I am trying to work on commissions but it’s a pain in the ass when my power cuts out constantly. Electrician came out yesterday and tells us it’s not our property, it’s most likely because in the last year our, formerly quiet residential, street has had a new shopping complex, daycare, gas station built, the existing daycare just had renovations to double its size, and all of this (including our house) is now running off the same power line that connects to the nearby grocery store. And Energex has likely never increased the power allotment to the area :I

I’m trying to catch up on art after I’ve been sick but damn it’s a pain in the ass when my pc suddenly switches off and I lose what I’ve done

[tinydefector]

Rut cycle- Prowl

Prowl x human

Word count: 1.1k

Warning: Smut, size difference, thigh fucking.

Rut cycle masterlist

Prowl masterlist

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 Prowls eyes linger on them as he pulls them away from the Decepticons lingering gaze. His doorwings twitch in agitation as he extracts them from yet another cluster of hormonally compromised Mechs. 

His optics flare in the red zone as they squirm in his unforgiving grip, He moves quickly with them until the door to one of the rooms shuts. A deep snarl leaves his frame as blue optics narrow in on their body. They gasp as Prowl pins them in place. Eyes flicking up to his optics as they both stare at each other, neither willing to talk at that moment.  

Prowl's Field radiates pulsing waves of disapproval and barely-restrained need as his optics bore down into their eyes. "Foolish little organic," he growls, "Did you truly believe yourself exempt from the rules, inserting yourself into that den of hormonal deviants? We Autobots prize control, but even the strictest protocols fracture under chemical bombardment. One wrong move and you risk a lot more than you can withstand!" 

 Their mouth hangs open in a small shocked face before Prowl is hit with the wafting scent. The sweet scent almost like crystal Energex with Mercury hits his sensors and it makes him growl again. "I'm sorry I didn't know, I just thought you guys would all appreciate some energon while dealing with negotiations," they stutter, body tense as he holds them against the wall.

A guttural snarl rumbles Prowl's chassis at the sensory overloads assailing systems.  The intoxicating cocktail of hormones and pheromones soaked through hsi plating to the point he knows that if he were to leave the room he would still be able to smell them on his plating. 

coolant floods his interface array, lubricating. His spike pressurises against the locked panel, sending him insane with how his frame responds to them. He wanted so desperately to frag them into oblivion and back for the teasing and suffering it was causing.

"Foolish...Slagging Human," he huffs beside their ear, it sends a shutter up their spine from how close Prowl was, they are nearly caged in against the wall as he speaks slowly to them. A growled curse spews Prowl's vocoder as he pulls back before he could let his intake even taste their skin. 

" Are you truly so naive?" he rumbles, optics boring into them. His grip is almost bruising to the fragile tissue of their body. "Did you fail to notice every Decepticon in the room following your biochemistry trail like glitch hounds?, given the chance they would have scooped you up, used and discarded you without a thought."

Prowl's fans roar at the images assaulting processing units. The thought of them spread atop of his spike, taking as much as they physically can, whimpered moans of his name leaving them as transfluid weep from their used holes. His frame strains at the thought, plating and his wings fluttering at the thought. His optics focus back on their wide eyes. And then it occurred to him, You were playing the fool. “you enjoy Flaunting around base like its a show and shine don't you” he huffs

Vents expel hot gusts across their face as his field bleeds need. They shiver, eyes watching his optics. "I wasn't flaunting myself, I was just making sure you all have energon,  I know how stressed you all get when Decepticons are involved with anything. didn't know you were in a negotiation with them at the time" they state softly only to gasp as Prowl pulls them closer. A strangled keen escapes Prowl's vocalizer at their confession. 

 Optics flaring near-white, Prowl presses them to the inferno of his spike housing, letting them feel the heat that radiates off the plating. One word, and he would spill transfluid in torrents to claim them utterly as his, to unlatch his Interface panel and coat them is his fluid for all to know. 

"That sounds like a lie to me Bits," he rasps. His thumb meets their bottom lip, pressing against the soft flesh before he slowly presses harder. “Mouth, open, now” he orders, tone deep and husky. A low rumbled moan leaves him when they open their mouth. He presses his thumb down against their tongue. “Suck” the roiling pheromones melding their scents into a single intoxicating melody has him groaning in need as he slowly grinds his interface panel between their thighs, each grind has him groaning and hissing out vented air, his fans kicking up a storm. 

Prowl's optics flicker dangerously as panels withdraw, baring his weeping spike.Their eyes widen as they look up at him dumb found as it rests against their stomach. Prowl stiffens a keen, his own fever-glazed optics stare down at them as if they are meat. “My little Spike sleeve aren't you, so willing to have my transfluid” he coos as the bright Pink liquid slowly soaks into their clothing. His engine revs loudly as he grinds against them enjoying the way they wiggle and squirm. 

A smile graces his faceplate, watching as he turns them into the divine sight of sin and pleasure. He lets out a static laced moan as his thumb leaves their mouth letting them take in a shaky breath, his digit dig into their clothing, nearly spreading each layer of fabric as he thrust against their body. “Look at you, so desperate,” he rumbles in delight. He traces a pattern over their stomach. “this is how far my spike would reach in you, I could destroy that pretty little body of yours. You'd like that wouldn't you” he chuckles. 

Moans and whimpers leave their lips,  “Prowl” they cry out, wrapping their legs around his spike tightly as he begins to rut against their body. “Mmm, so good for me” he rumbles. Each grind of his spike has him closer and closer to overload as transfluid runs down their stomach and legs. 

Prowl lets out a loud snarl as his system flashes warning signs, more and more transfluid gushes from him as he lets out a static whine. His overload hits hard as he coats them, more and more shimmering pink fluid runs off their frame. Prowls fans whirring loudly as heated vents brush their body. He runs a digit through his finish before bringing it to their lips. “Suck” He orders with another smile. 

 eagerly take his digits into their mouth, a sound of approval leaves the mech as watches in delight. “perfect little slagger” he hums before leaning down to kiss them, their hands grab onto his faceplate as they kiss him back with vigour. “Have you learned your lesson?” he asked, only to get a nod in response. 

“your to get dressed and meet me back at my Hub, if you aren't spread out on my berth when I get there after these reports I'll be taking you wherever I find you, do you understand?” he raises an optic brow as his blue optics zone in on them.

 “Yes Sir” 

“run along then and stay out of trouble” 

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[mychlapci]

I love the thought of plowing Minimus' tiny valve till it seems like he'll break, but lately I like the idea of him just being so overwhelmed just by getting fingered by an average sized mech. Even for a minibot he's small, Rodimus can just squeeze 4 fingers in Minimus' valve and it'll have him seeing stars. He could never fit Rodimus' whole spike inside, just having a mech go down on him makes him feel so full.

With Megatron, Minimus can only take 2 fingers till he's full. Meg loves how easy it is to turn the second in command into a whimpering mess, it takes such little effort to make Minimus spray transfluid all over his belly. Minimus is too small for standard sex toys, so he has to get creative. According to his well documented chart of things he can put in his valve, some things he can handle are 4 datapad pens, the front of a bottle of energex, the barrel of a handgun (don't ask him how he found out, and don't go asking Megatron either he promised not to tell)

yessss Minimus is so small I love to imagine him creaming around literally just one of Megatron's fingers, big enough compared to his irreducible form that it fills him up completely.

Megatron should use Minimus like a finger puppet. a bigger than average finger puppet.

[incorrectmtmtequotes]

Rodimus: If you had 10 cups of Energex and I take 2 how many cups do you have? Whirl: 10. Rodimus: What if I force you? Whirl: Still 10. Rodimus: What if I steal them? Whirl: 10 and a dead body. Rodimus: ...This is why you have no partner.

[anxi-writes]

Swerve

Swerve frowned as he swirled around the last of the energex in his servo. The bar had been running out of energex at an alarming rate lately. Usually, he had more than enough energex to last until the ship’s next stop. But apparently not this time.

“Alright, time to get more I guess, even though we shouldn’t be this low on energex, I guess it’s just an unlucky day or week? Ah- anyways I’m going to go off to the storage room to get more,” Swerve said to no one in particular before departing to the storage room for more energex.

He was uh rather shocked to say the least when he opened the storage door to find you. You were sitting on the floor, leaning against a pile of bottles for support. You giggled as Swerve’s jaw dropped at the sight of you. You gave him a definitely-not-sober grin before chugging an entire bottle of energex in a sitting.

“Y/n! I don’t think you should be having that- it’s not safe for human consumption at all from what I’ve seen and read. If you wanted alcohol so badly I could’ve got some for you-“ he was cut off quickly when a carton of energex threatened to fall on top of you. He quickly scooted over, guiding you away from your spot. You just laughed as you replied with what could barely be considered words.

“Oh primus, are you okay y/n? Not just from that box almost falling on you, like don’t get me wrong that would still be bad, but how is your… stomach feeling? I- Magnus is going to kill me or even worse Ratchet,” He added on, continuing to ramble further before you interrupted him by tapping him on the leg.

“Pshhh, I am perfectly fine and perfect,” you commented, stumbling around a little bit, “Plus, It can’t kill me, I’m not hic mortal”

Swerve stopped talking, his mouth hanging open once again. It didn’t take him long to shut his mouth and to start talking again though, “You’re immortal? Like a superhero from one of those comics you humans have? Can you grow your limbs back-? Is that a silly question? Ah forget it”

And so your hazey drunken mind had to answer all of Swerve’s questions whilst the bar wondered where their bartender had wandered off to.

Rung

Rung tweaked his newest model kit, adding on details he missed during his last session with his client. He glanced at his datapad, it blinked with a reminder that you would be coming in for your weekly session. He smiled gently before bringing his attention to the door. You were on time for these sessions, claiming that you needed every minute you could get to let out your frustrations.

So it alarmed him when 20 minutes passed in human time and you hadn’t yet arrived. He frowned slightly, he had already sent you a message ten minutes ago. It was strange. First, the energex from Swerve’s bar had suddenly started disappearing. Now you were late to your appointment? It worried him.

He walked towards your room, pausing when he noticed the ajar door, “y/n? Are you alright?”

No response of any kind. Maybe you were too caught up with your friends and had forgotten to shut the door? Rung’s hand hovered over the door knob, unable to stop his optics from pondering into your room. Lucky for him you happened to be in there. He smiled softly as he gently pushed open the door.

“Y/n? You’re late to our session and I was wondering if you decided to cancel at the last minute-“ He quickly stopped talking once he realised the situation you were in. You were half laying off your bed with a bottle of cybertronian alcohol. He quickly rushed into your room, closing the door quietly behind him. You could barely comprehend what was going on before the bottle in your hand was missing and was instead in Rung’s servo, “Oh gosh..”

You pouted as you realised the last of your drink was taken from you. Rung lead you into your bathroom, urging you to purge into the toilet or sink. He was saying things like “this isn’t good” and “we’re going to see Ratchet” among other stuff. It took all of your remaining strength to pull away from him and put on a semi-serious face expression.

“Cybertron alcohol is sooo good- don’t take this away from me Ruuuung,” You begged him, your cheeks flushed from all of the alcohol. It didn’t seem like you were getting through to him. This probably looked like self destructive behaviour to him after all.

“I am not being s-stuped! You see, I am, not.. mortal!” You announce to him with jazz hands before managing to pass out. Rung caught your unconscious form as he took a few minutes to process what exactly was happening. You were immortal? You never mentioned that in your therapy sessions. He would have to bring it up when you recovered from your eventual hangover.

[lets-try-some-writing]

has optimus ever gotten drunk around the kids.. (tfp)

:) Oh this will be fun.

Drunk as Pit

It was one time. One. Time. But that was all that it took for Optimus's entire reputation to go down the drain.

It wasn't even on purpose, but after a particularly harsh battle where Optimus nearly got beheaded and Bumblebee almost fell off a cliff, the team collectively decided it was time to relax. Ratchet, being the closet party ambulance that he is, pulled out some high grade he had been storing for who knows how long. Wheeljack brought some energex and Arcee quietly put some recreational drugs on the table as well. And while Optimus originally intended to not have any part in the celebrations, Wheeljack in his infinite wisdom decided it would be a grand idea to slip Optimus a cocktail of all three of the items that the team had brought out for consumption.

And by Primus, Wheeljack to this day is unsure if he regrets his decision or stands by it.

He handed Optimus a cube of energon that was in reality his intoxicating abomination and did his best to keep a straight face as Optimus accepted it kindly and chugged to whole thing at once due to its small size in comparison to his frame. After an hour of no reaction Wheeljack thought that Optimus's ability to withstand drunkenness' might have been indominable. But then out of the blue, Optimus dropped to the floor giggling quietly, his frame rattling with near silent laughter. The Prime just laid there on the floor for over ten minutes much to the confusion and horror of the team who were either too stoned or drunk to do much about it by that point.

The children who were enjoying cookies and cartoons on their platform took one look at the situation and their immediate thoughts were "We can use this". Upon seeing Optimus wobble to his pedes with a big dopey smile on his face going around to hug and overall be super clingy with the team, the children came up with an idea.

Miko: Hey Optimus?

Optimus: *sloshed as pit* Yesh?

Miko: *struggling to not cackle* You want to take some pictures?

Optimus: Shur, I've alwayshed liked pictshurs

Ratchet: *monotone and stoned out of his mind but still aware enough to see the trap* Optimus... no... don't do it.

Miko: Come on Optimus! Picture time!

Optimus in his drugged up and drunk state had no objection to having the children cover his faceplate in paint reminiscent of makeup. He also had no issues whatsoever with the children convincing him to do all sorts of signs and make all kinds of faces for their photos. To him it was all fun and games, something that he greatly enjoyed as Orion Pax. The peace sign he found to be hilarious, the strange dances they had him perform were humorous and silly when compared to Cybertronian dances. It made Optimus feel like a youngling again, especially when the children had him start doing what they called the "Whip and Nae Nae", "Gungnam Style", and more.

The team were horrified and dealt with some serious second hand embarrassment just watching their leader dance around in such an odd and out of character way. Optimus never did anything remotely related to partying, so watching him go all out with ridiculous dances was... startling to say the least. Thankfully for everyone, Optimus passed out on the floor, his frame covered in sharpied doodles of both appropriate and inappropriate nature before the kids could convince him to twerk or do something equally degrading (blame fowler for the second type of doodle, he couldn't not take the chance to get one up on Prime).

Optimus woke up over thirty two hours later with the worst helm ache of his life and positively zero memory of his actions previously. The team for their part refused to look him in the optic at all throughout the day, even when Ratchet was passing Optimus medicine and cleaning off the many human reproductive organs fowler had seen fit to draw all over him. Bumblebee blushed furiously as he helped Optimus get all the paint off his face a bit later and Arcee did her best to avoid Optimus entirely. Bulkhead had evidently given Wheeljack a light beating if the Wrecker's busted lip and cracked shoulder plating were any indicator, but both also refused to look at him as he went to the showers to get the rest of the gunk off.

No bot told Optimus anything, not wanting to destroy his dignity out of respect (Or fear of the whole base beating him up in Wheeljack's case). But the children had no such qualms and the moment they arrived at base, they rubbed every photo and every video in his face. Optimus was mortified and very nearly had a spark attack as more and more of the content was shown to him. He didn't even know he could bend in half the ways he had apparently done so while high as a kite and drunk as pit.

Optimus managed to convince Miko to delete the most incriminating images with the most depressed gaze he could muster, but that day he promised to himself solemnly to never again be caught drunk. He couldn't risk any more humiliation.

[energexae]

[crying-fantasies]

Rodimus wasn't ready to be a creator P3

Masterlist

Part 1 | part 2 | part 3: it's never simple | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10

When the news of a techno-organic in Cybertron was everything that could be heard around it was little to nothing in what the council could do to try and prevent the talks about the "thing", as how they called it because no one was even sure that a new spark touched by an organic could react in such way.

If Rodimus wasn't there to help the organic in time, the flesh in it's body would have burned down.

But now they had a very drained human with the littlest sparkling they've ever seen between it's tiny arms and protected by a whole soft body that was kneeling down in front of them.

"Please, don't take him away"

Humans are creatures that bond deeply even when they lack a spark, a heart is what they have and it is kind of similar, they have this groups called "families" that share the same genetic code to some degree or the same ideas.

The human is there, kneeling in front of the council while the new spark is doing little chirping noises, it doesn't take much before Rodimus takes place next to his conjunx, the sparkling is moving little servos in his direction while cooing, it was already bizarre enough to see this kind of couple, they weren't the first ones to announce their conjunx endura status as a bot and human pair, but they were the very first ones to do such a thing as to give life to a creature like that.

Who could have thought that this was a result of letting a human near a hot spot, a sacred place, only to have it drag a spark out with it's bare hands.

It was supposed to be something totally diplomatic, to show that the previous incidents between the two races were gone and forgotten.

"You were quite the surprise you know?" Energon snacks were always good, especially the digit sized ones, but Rodimus always preferred the energex above it, "your carrier saw your spark that day, floating around and had the urge to go and touch it" he was smiling remembering the day almost as it happened a few solar circles ago.

Rodimus had the right to feel like that, his son finally was next to him, willingly, both consuming energon along and hearing human music, the very same playlist that his conjux made for him many years ago.

"You were like a deal of peace, especially after Optimus and Ratchet finally said a word about that other techno-organic kid, but apparently you are the first one to have some genetic bond with a human and a bot" Rodimus landed his optics at his son, his sparkling, red optics looking at nothing in front of them, the natural darkness of space, even if everyone always said that they both looked exactly the same, more in the fact that, yes, Sunset looked a lot like him when he was a youngling, when he was Hot Rod, he always thought different, his son looked like you, when Sunny was younger his optics had a color similar to yours, pretty much different from his upgraded red optics.

He misses it, sometimes, because when Sunny smiles, which is rare this years, Rodimus can swear that your son inherited your smile, when your eyes also showed your emotions and feelings, like when you talked with the other humans in the ship and explained without problems the marks in your hands that showed how you reached out for your son and brought him to you, the scars that showed that you gave life, he is just so sure that your human genes got first in the most important things about your sparkling.

"We are going to raise him well"

"I know, you tell me about that a lot, every year actually" Rodimus still isn't thrilled for Sunset's paint job, yeah, he totally rocked the black and silver colors, don't get him wrong, he just can't forget his red and brown colors once his derma and armors hardened while being all smiles, even better, you and Sunset flashing him with big smiles that made him put both servos over his spark chamber to show, in a very exaggerated manner, how moved he felt then, his son, so little at the time, asking to be lifted as high as he could be, and of course Rodimus would do just as his son wanted.

No, correct that, he just can't forget how this big bot once fitted in only one of his servos, being comfortable enough to use it as his favorite recharge point with that little blanket you got from a stop on earth.

He can't forget that first recharge time together, while you were sleeping in the crook of his neck guard, little sparkling wrapped in blankets between your arms, his servo holding you both, hearing your soft whisper before finally sleeping in the dark room, holding one of his burned digits with your burned hand.

"Time sure flies"

"It's going to be hard, but it's going to be alright"

"Happy birthday Sunny"

.

Yeah, for those who asked, Sunset/Blacksun wasn't planned.

[mourningstar113]

Well… I can’t draw transformers but meh. Saw this smol angry kitty and thought of Starscream, after him and Megs had one too many Energex and it got bitey….. Anyone else want to have a go??

[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus finally feeling safe enough to drop and reveal he’s a bottom/sub after a passionate round of interfacing with drift & ratchet.

They are so shocked he isn’t a dom or service top like they thought but they love him still and slowly take him apart accidentally overloading inside him.

…maybe a sparkling comes maybe one doesn’t up to you

He could feel both Ratchet and Drift on either side boxing him in as they drank and laughed. Every brush of their thighs against his sent shivers up his spine.

He felt safe in that moment. Like he was wrapped in a warm blanket on the verge of falling asleep.

He felt Drift nudge him and he blinked looking over at his Amica who grinned.

"Don't tell me you're already getting tired?"

He shook his head because he wasn't. He was just enjoying himself. Taking his glass he finished his drink and looked around. Watching people dance to the pounding music he found himself itching to do the same.

Both Ratchet and Drift noticed his interest because they took his hands and led him to the dance floor. Where the three of them danced together even though Ratchet complained that he was too old for this.

He laughed leaning against them both as he spun around. Moving his body to the rhythm of the music with his optics closed as he let himself get lost in the music.

Feeling someone staring at him he opened his optics to find Ratchet and Drift watching him with lust in their optics. He blushed feeling embarrassed and uncertain.

The two of them confidently came over and pulled him away from the dance floor. He found himself following along unable to resist as the three of them made out, their hands roaming his body.

They took him back to their room and he let them kiss him. His mind felt foggy and he laid back in bed watching as the two of them made out.

His body felt nice and relaxed and he enjoyed the moment. He watched as the two pulled away slightly but didn't go far. Ratchet frowned noticing something was off and gave him a worried look.

"Are you okay?"

He gave them a sluggish nod and Drift glanced at Ratchet noticing something was wrong as well.

"I didn't think you had that much to drink and you seemed fine when we were dancing."

Ratchet scanned him and began checking him over.

"Most of the energex has already left his body. Something else is going on."

Drift looked at his aura and then gasped nudging Ratchet slightly.

"Ratty he's in sub space."

"What?"

Ratchet glanced at him again taking in the foggy trusting look in his optics and the way he was nice and relaxed.

"He's already deep in sub space even though we haven't done anything yet besides make out."

Drift stroked his head and he leaned into his touch while Ratchet watched them.

"I thought he was a dom. He always seemed like one."

"I thought he was one as well."

Hearing their conversation he felt tears in his optics as the blissful feeling started to fade.

"I'm sorry I'm not what you wanted please don't leave me."

He sobbed and both of them gave him an alarmed look.

"We're not going to leave you."

"We love you so much we were just surprised."

Drift stroked his helm and looked at Ratchet.

"We're going to take care of you and show you how much we love you."

Ratchet kissed his hand and reassured him that he was safe. The two of them coaxed him back into sub space with the promise they would take care of him.

He let them moaning as they made love to him and filled him with their transfluid. It felt so good and he ended up crying from happiness as they cuddled together.

Both Drift and Ratchet were worried at first. Until they realize it was because he was happy. With everyone else he felt the need to perform and be someone he wasn't to please them. With Drift and Ratchet he could be himself and it lifted a weight off his shoulders he didn't even realize was there.

A few weeks later he started to feel weird. He began throwing up in the morning and having weird cravings he didn't have before. Most foods would make him sick including his usual blend.

Ratchet immediately noticed the signs and took him to the medbay where the three of them nervously waited for the results as they talked over what they were going to do.

When the results came back positive they were all happy. They hugged each other and he may have cried a little from happiness.

[tripleglitchwriting]

Tarn when he wakes up again looking bleary eyed in abject misery at the reader with a hidious ache in his head. his host came in and stole his blankets and foisted a small bottle of Gatorade into his trembling hands.

"Drink this and go take as cold a shower as you can stand." His host told him with an implacable sternness. At Tarn's abjectly pathetic wimper they softened fractionally. Maybe. It was realy hard to tell. "It will help. The class of pain killers you can take after drinking shouldn't be taken on an empty stomach. There will be food that theoretically should sit well on your stomach. Then I'm going to answer some of the questions you asked last night. Get moving. Your bedding needs to go into the wash."

Tarn couldn’t recall asking questions. In fact he couldn’t particularly recall most of the previous night. "What-" he snarled then winced. "What did you do to me?!" He demanded in a much quieter voice. It did not come out plantive. It was a threat. It was.

"What I did last night, in spite of your best efforts, was keep you from dying of alcohol poisoning." His host sounded quietly furious. "While I gathered from your disjointed rambling Energex and High Grade hold analagous social functions to alcohol they do not have analagous physical effects or metabolisms. We're going to explore what those are. Including what a constitutes a serving of various categories alcoholic beverages and why of all of them, the burbon I spent three quarters of last night trying to get off of you is the single worst thing to get absolutely wasted out of your mind on. Not just of what's in my house but overall peroid." Tarn slunk to the shower forcibly reminded of quieter version of Nickel.

Tarn ends up absolutely horrified when he realizes what a serving single serving was vs what he drank in a body that has no built up tolerance.

Eating egs and toast and drinking ORS as he has organic chemistry and biochemistry thrust upon him.

TONIGHT WE HAVE BEEN FED‼️‼️‼️‼️ THANK YOU BOOKWYRM‼️‼️‼️

I think this would absolutely happen. Him blaming the reader for it is magnificent. And reader explaining to him exactly what is happening and what they’re going to be next? Magical.

[transingthoseformers]

Also I have a silly thought banshee outlier babies looking at the DJD and Wailing manage to drown out the Voice. Bonus point if it's an eldrich fear effect that drives most of the DJD out of the room. Makes most sense in a Starscream's still part of High Comand not post war but it's an adorable unhinged thought. Especially if they were conceived in an energex fueled post battle hate frag between Starscream and Tarn.

Every word of this is fascinating and the idea of not only one TarnStar kid but two having abilities that can possibly cancel out their sire's is fascinating as well as the dread ability

I'm getting just the funny but somewhat sweet idea of Tarn finding out he's got kids and he's having a little crisis about it

[tinydefector]

Other characters' reactions to Megatron in a romantic relationship with human liaison reader.

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Megatron x human reader

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Many aboard the Lost Light would be shocked and concerned to discover Megatron in a secret relationship with the human ambassador for the ship. As Ex leader of the Decepticons, whose sole purpose has been conquest and destruction, becoming emotionally attached to an organic seemed unfathomable to many of the bots.

Word of the unlikely pairing would spread quickly through the vessel's corridors and hab suites. Many Autobots who suffered under Megatron's tyranny for vorns would recoil in disbelief and distrust, and even other bots more worried about the human, were they in a decent state of mind, were they being threatened?. Even neutral crew members found it difficult to accept. Had their captain truly changed after all this time? Or had he simply developed a new, disturbing method of manipulation? Either way, keeping the ambassador closely aligned posed serious risks. 

Rodimus was the first to hear rumours among the crew of the Lost Light that Megatron had taken a human ambassador aboard as something more than a diplomatic liaison. He had heard it from Swerve who had apparently heard Megatron drunkenly confess he adored them, loved them even. 

"Megatron? In a relationship with an organic?" Rodimus laughed incredulously. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Maybe if it was Optimus, but Megatron? He hates all other lifeforms." Rodimus had stated which made Swerve hit him with a cloth. 

"I'm telling you he was mopping around the bar drinking Energex like it was nothing, trying to work on poetry, he's fraggin smitten with the Ambassador!" Swerve states while cleaning more glasses. 

"The mech may scare the shit out of me but he becomes a sobbing mess when drunk, I can see why he never drunk during the war, could have ended it so much earlier with a drunken poetry night" Swerve jokes, trying to calm his own racing spark after the earlier interaction with the ex warlord.

Swerve, ever the gossip made news spread like wildfire.

Rodimus, Tailgate, Cyclonus and Skids and heard it from him. Rodimus told it to Drift who told it to Ratchet, tailgate told it to Whirl who shouted about it publicly. Skids had told it to Rung, who in turn relayed it to Ultra Magnus. 

"Can you believe it?" Swerve asked other members at his bar, optics wide. "The big, bad tyrant of the Decepticons has gone soft! I never thought I'd see the orn." Though said lightly, there may be an undercurrent of hope in his voice.

Tailgate, on the other hand, would be fearful yet curious. A secret admirer of the human ambassador, they were friends in his eyes, he nonetheless knows of Megatron's violent past. The idea of a human so close to the warlord would fill him with terror...yet also he himself was with a Decepticon,  ex decepticon.

As for Cyclonus, his reaction is the hardest to read. Stoic and stalwart, the former Decepticon says little. But observation of his microexpressions hints at deep surprise. 

When Rodimus approaches Drift with a similar story, having heard it from several sources, Drift doubts begin to fade, he had watched them for a while but now it seemed as if he theory had been confirmed. "This can't be true... Can it? Why would Megatron bother with a human?, he isn't very... open to contact”

From there Drift finds himself in the medibay, Ratchet let out an exasperated sigh when Drift told him about the rumours. "Megatron, caring for an organic? I'll believe it when I see it with my own optics. That mech is still as twisted and dangerous as ever, no matter who he chooses to consort with.”

When news finally reached Magnus, an emergency session was called. Shouting matches erupted as Rodimus and Ultra Magnus demanded explanations, one in shock and excitement the other wanting to make sure This wasn't a ploy. How did this happen under their watch, and what were Megatron's real intentions? The safety of the crew and their mission was of utmost priority, something the ambassador's unusual relationship with the former warlord could jeopardise. 

As chaos reigned aboard the ship, few knew what to make of Megatron and his human companion. But most agreed their unforeseen bond, if genuine, heralded great uncertainty for the future...Cybertronians had never tried courting outside of their own species, and so many questions came from it. 

Rodimus couldn't believe it when the rumours started spreading. Megatron, in a relationship with an organic? It seemed too bizarre to be true. Rodimus decided to confront Megatron directly to find out if it really was true. He had found Megatron deep in discussion with the human, hands gesturing animatedly as they spoke. The familiarity between them was unmistakable. 

"So the rumours are true," Rodimus said abruptly. "You and the... ambassador?" 

Megatron turned, his optics glowing dangerously. "What I do is no concern of yours, Rodimus." He tries to defend before eventually sighing and confirming. Megatron said impassively. "They enjoy listening to my writings, and I enjoy watching them when they work on their projects. Now leave us in peace." But when he confronted Megatron about it directly, the warlord didn't deny it. A smile crosses his face as he talks about them.

 Rodimus shook his head in disbelief as he hassled Megatron for more information,  how did a relationship like that even work, the size difference itself, one being Cybernetic and the other Organic. 

Ultra Magnus was deeply uneasy about the whole affair. An organic aboard one of their ships was risky enough, but for them to be fraternising with Megatron of all bots it worries him. He had fought against Megatron countless times and seen the depths of his cruelty.

"Are you certain of this?" Ultra Magnus asked gravely.  "Megatron and a human?" Ratchet could only nod grimly in response, he continues working as Drift sits off to the side. “Shocked me when the Ambassador came in for a health check, learned too much on megatron's interface life, for a lifetime” Ratchet confirms. 

"What does this mean for our relations with humans?" Rung wondered aloud. "Will they still see us as allies?” he asked, slightly worried. 

 It seemed impossible that the Decepticon could truly care for another. He feared this relationship was merely a ploy by Megatron to manipulate the ambassador and advance his own goals.

 But watching them had changed his feelings on the matter. Watching Megatron lift them up to watch the stars throughout the observation deck. Listened to Megatron laugh, a true laugh when in their presence. How Megatron went out of his way to make sure they were content. 

"I do not understand," Rodimus said slowly, turning to his companions. "Has Megatron gone soft? Or is this some new trickery, like dont get me wrong I'm glad that they are happy but does it feel unreal to anyone else?"

Brainstorm, ever the scientist, was endlessly fascinated. "Just think of the advances we could make by studying their physiology up close!" he said excitedly. "Too bad Megsy's being so selfish, keeping them all to himself." Nautica smiled and reminded him that they was a person, not a lab experiment. But privately, even she wished to learn more about these "humans.”

Drift frowned thoughtfully. "The ways of the spark are mysterious. Perhaps even one as Megatron is capable of love." His optics linger on the Larger mech who was discussing paperwork with the human sitting on the table in front of him. Red optics look down at the human softly as they chat softly amongst themselves. 

Ratchet scoffed. "Love is it? I'd believe Unicron had a change of sparks before Megatron. Mark my words, this will end in nothing but trouble and spilled energon. That human has no idea what kind of Mech they're dealing with." 

Tailgate let out a squeak of surprise. "Aww, they look so cute! He looks like a love sick sparkling!" tailgate was wrapped in Cyclonus' arms as they watched the two. 

Drift shoots Ratchet a look, in turn the medic sighs at his harsh words, he knew all too well what it was like falling in love with a Decepticon, he was being. A hypocrite and he knew it. 

And yet, as they watched, Megatron's actions remained gentle, protective even, as he spoke softly with the ambassador. Rodimus found himself hoping against logic that Drift was right - that even the coldest spark held the potential for warmth. 

Rodimus ran a hand over his faceplate. "Primus help us, the Senate is NOT going to like this." He states while downing his drink. "We'll need to address them, try to do some damage control before this blows up in our faces. Once we get back to Cybertron”

As for the senate, they were outraged that Megatron would fraternise with an organic, Megatron has a long and deadly history of oppression, war crimes, and casual disregard for other species. 

 Many councillors would express grave concern over any influence or leverage Megatron might gain through the relationship. 

Some would even demand the ambassador be removed from the ship for their own protection. Cooler heads would argue for letting the relationship play out, while closely monitoring for signs of abuse or manipulation. 

Ultimately, the senate would likely ban Megatron from direct contact with the ambassador until a full psychological evaluation could be conducted. 

 But after Optimus steps in stating it was inhumane and cruel they allow the two back together.

That night, Megatron spends it under the stars with his lover, both of them trading stories of poetry, philosophy, and astrology. In his spark, this was where he wanted to be, with them, and he would fight to keep that spot by their side.