#sparkbonding

[powdermelonkeg]

Transformers: Matrix of Leadership

Worldbuilding: Sparkmeld

The act of combining sparks; its importance, its effects, and the contexts in which a pair of bots might let their sparks join.

Necessary references: Worldbuilding: Spark Types, Worldbuilding: Nexuses

Sparkmeld, or more loosely, sparkmerge, is the act of combining two or more sparks into a single life force. In most cases, this is brief link that only lasts a few minutes.

Most Cybertronians consider this a very intimate act. Not only are you sharing your life with someone, but you're also trusting them as completely as you can, baring the one thing that keeps you alive and giving them full access to your frame.

In Earth terms, it's a BIG deal.

Physical Effects

When two sparks combine, the resulting spark, usually, reaches an equilibrium between their power levels. For example, if you combine two sparks, one with a Radiance of 3.4 Lux, the other with 6.2 Lux, like Knockout and Breakdown:

Then while merged, the spark would eventually equalize out to 4.8 Lux, and look like this:

The longer the two are melded, the closer the component sparks would be in color on separation, which temporarily effects their energon output. In Knockout's case, he would burn through more energon until he leveled out, but also get a power boost. In Breakdown's, he would conserve more energon than usual, but be more tired as a result. This lasts for roughly a day, as the sparks slowly return to their original Radiance levels.

While melded, the component sparks don't exist individually. There is one spark, in control of both frames it's linked to, and it exists as one being with a fusion of personalities between the two.

In the case of most sparkmelds, the varying Resonance will force a split after a few minutes of contact, as too much energy is lost to sustain both at once. If the component bots have synchronic Resonance (i.e., their cpnk matches), the meld can last indefinitely.

Synchronic Resonance is what allows combiner teams like Devastator to exist. Rather than fighting itself for resources, the melded spark of the Constructicons behaves as if it were always one entity, adding the components' energies together rather than trying to find equilibrium between them.

Note: Unlike in popular fandom, merging sparks in the MoL continuity does NOT create a perpetual mental/emotional link between bots. There is no permanent change from melding a spark, it exists as an experience.

Sparkmeld and Nexuses

Some (not all) Nexuses are punctuated by a sparkmeld after they've been pledged. In the case of a Nexus of Concord, this is a vital component, albeit it works a bit differently; members of a combiner team will finish their vows off with a test run of their combined form.

Nexus bonds that involve a sparkmeld:

Nexus of Confidence

Nexus of Concord

Nexus of Stability

For these Nexuses, melding is considered fair game to request of your partner after they're pledged. Some bots do it once, then never again, others meld any time they want company; the frequency varies uniquely between each set.

Nexus bonds that do NOT involve a sparkmeld:

Nexus of Apprenticeship

Nexus of Adversity

Nexus of Protection

Since the role of these Nexuses is to teach or protect another bot, rather than understand how they think, melding has no use (and is often impossible, in the case of Metrotitans).

It is EXREMELY uncommon for a bot to want to merge outside of a Nexus, namely because the level of trust it entails often demands a familiarity that would lead to a Nexus in the first place. Still, it's not completely unheard of; especially in wartime, some bots want to know what the experience is like before they die on the battlefield, while others just want someone to share some solace with.

Medical Sparkmeld

In the case of extreme emergency, sometimes a bot might house someone else's spark in their own chamber to keep it alive during an intensive operation.

This is typically a last resort. A frame can't survive very long without its spark powering it, and removing a spark, however temporary, means that the bot will require a long recovery period afterwards. On top of this, the person housing the spark has to have a synchronic Resonance with the patient being operated on, or the chamber will reject the added energy.

When this does happen, the housing donor loses their individual consciousness in favor of the meld (albeit without the memories of the detached frame). Putting it into layman's terms, they become a one-frame combiner.

Note: Putting this into even more understandable terms, they're a Steven-Universe-style fusion. Two components, two minds, but the sum of their parts is a whole new person.

Appendix: Sparkmeld and the Matrix of Leadership

The spark of Optimus Prime, by technicality, can be considered a more permanent meld. Orion Pax's spark took on the Matrix of Leadership's directives and purposes; as such, Optimus isn't Orion, but Orion forms a vital part of who he is.

Hi! This is part of my worldbuilding series for my own continuity that I dreamed up while I was bored at work. I'm probably going to make a dozen or so posts like this. Thanks for reading!

[uselessmicrowave]

AMICA SPARK BONDING WITH SWERVE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAA

Swerve hugs onto and around your chassis, fitting snugly in between your arms and stabilizers. “Is- is this okay? I’ve never- well of course I haven’t-”

You put your helm on his shoulder, making you feel even closer to him. “It’s good, Swerve.”

“Are you sure about this?” he says after a quiet moment of closeness. “I know I’m not the best sparkmate material…”

“Never been more sure about anything.” you hug him tighter, it already feels like you’re sparks are swirling together. They could’ve been, for all you know. The little pinpricks of happiness and euphoria makes it hard to tell.

You slide your chassis armor out of the way, Swerve follows your actions, exposing two bright sparks, the closeness forces them to touch.

No other feeling in any universe would ever feel as good as seeing Swerve’s giddy smile when you look at his faceplates.

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

hey, idk if you could answer this but what's your definition of a sparkmate? various sources give me different answers and it's just generally confusing I swear

thank you and have a great day/night!

Hello, I hope you have a good day/night too!

For me, whenever I think of sparkmates, I equivalate it to human marriage.

A sparkmate is your Cybertronian husband/wife. And sparkbonding is getting married.

However for Cybertronians it's a lot deeper than just a marriage. When I think of sparkbonding, I see it as two bots sharing their sparks, actually sharing their life forces.

The way I picture it is they basically split their sparks in half, and give their partner half. So they have half of their own spark combined to the half of their partners spark to make a brand new bonded spark.

And being bonded, since they have half their spark a bot can feel the emotions of their sparkmate and can feel everything they go through. Happiness, love, pain, feelings that go over their frame.

Like if you touch bot A their sparkmate bot B, can also feel the touches.

I also think the action of going through sparkbonding is very intricate and very delicate. Since you're sharing your life source you have to be absolutely certain of your choice and you have to be very careful about doing it.

The bots need to be in a safe space and they need to do it all at once, you can not interrupt the act of sparkbonding because it could be dangerous. However if it is done right, it is an absolutely beautiful thing that feels incredible! Like an extreme high of love and joy washing over them.

I could go on for longer on how I think it happens and how they actually do the deed of sparkbonding. But you asked for a definition, so I will leave it here for now.

Thank you for asking though this is interesting to think and talk about.

[witchofthesouls]

Are divorces a thing in cybertronian culture? Like, spark bonding is basically marriage but more extreme in the sense that their literal souls are being bound together, but can it be broken? If it is but very rare I’d imagine that their version of divorce is seen as very shocking (possibly even seen as blasphemy to some religious bots) to others.

Because of the variety of relationships on Cybertron, which can be different between city-states and caste, there are several kinds of marriages that are accepted throughout the planet.

Conjunx Endura is the legal process of it. It's mainly based on the Acts of Affirmation and other additional regional concessions.

Because Iacon is the birthplace of Functionism, the city-state requires the pair to register as "Primary" and "Secondary" Conjunxes. By their mandates, it's the party with the higher caste that becomes the Primary Conjunx. If both are from the same caste, then the one with more wealth and/or political acumen.

Polyhex, unlike her sister-cities, mainly relies on legal paperwork to declare their statuses. This is due to their highly unstable terrain and loosely connected towns and villages. While still a passionate and artistic culture, it created a cold, very pragmatic mindset when it comes to relationships. Their courts that involve family matters can be viciously ugly for different reasons.

Legal spouses have the option to split and go separate ways.

Mecha can have multiple Conjunxes.

Bonded by spark marriages are a whole other shebang. While highly romantic with many spiritual and religious connotations, it's a permanent thing until death... with the surviving party following their bondmate soon after.

Despite what the media depicts, a deep connection isn't formed with a single passionate, yet shallow press. That could yield a sparklet but not a solid bond.

It's mainly due to the highly coveted Resonants status. It's where two (or more) sparks are ridiculously compatible with each other to the point the separate sparks immediately latch into a deep connection, overwhelming the respective mecha's wishes.

Bondmates have the unique ability to ping each other's general location. It isn't a specific set of coordinates, but they can get a pull to a direction, no matter the distance and suppression tools.

Highly-tuned and well-established bondmates would have the capability to 'feel' each other's emotional states.

Throughout Cybertron's history, many parties have taken advantage of spark marriages, both for personal and political gain, such as two warring parties reconciling with two high party members spark-bonding.

The most (in)famous pair are Megatronus and Solus. While the most widespread tale is their tragic romance that ended with Megatronus killing Solus, there are tales and myths of them taking more lovers, separate and together.

Because of the highly risky nature and uncomfortable level of raw intimacy, this extreme kind of political marriage usually has witnesses to the initial martial bed. Both to verify the authenticity and to mitigate any potential assassination or murder-suicide during the orns-long bonding sessions. (The closest equivalent would be a secluded month-long honeymoon and consummation ceremony. Traditionally witnessed by a senior priest and medic team to vet it and to use their considerable combined strength if necessary...)

There had been tales of survivors, but that usually included the necessity of another intimate sparkbond to stabilize them.

Vos and Praxian do have records of survivors within triads and trines. Researchers of the city-states have proposed that the trine bonds allowed the backlash to be shared with two others. The immense stress would be painful yet not fatal, provided the two members were alive.

Seekerkin cities have a specific relationship status for successful heat-induced couplings.

Much to Vos, Praxus, and Polyhex's annoyance and bemusement, other city-states reclassify this kind of status as a "marriage" as they gave up trying to figure this out in addition to Seekerkin's convoluted social structures and kinship-ties.

Heat-couplings have protected statuses in regards to sharing medical information, finances, and can define custody between the carrier's and sire(s)' flocks.

An 'annulment' can happen should the sparklet(s) fizzle out before dropping down.

[toxicityriot]

Hang on guys I'm thinking

But make it a ✨tad✨ it angsty

[zavoralx]

Mirage fused with Noah

So Noah and Mirage may have mentally merged.

So when Noah first uses Mirage's hand weapon thingy he has literally no idea how to use it. But when Mirage dies and armors Noah he suddenly knows how to basically do almost anything.

Blaster? Yeah he made one out of his hand

Back rocket? No sweat, it can be a jetpack too!

Face mask? With everything else why not

The only being who knows how to do all of that is Mirage himself. So on some mental level Mirage and Noah have merged, enough for Noah to know how to instinctively use the bot's body armor for battling Scourge.

The post credit scene also brings this up. How did Noah know how to rebuild Mirage? Noah is shown to only work with small electronics, not large machinery like cars.

Not only that but Mirage is a literal alien, his body isn't a one and done car. Noah somehow fixed an alien. An Alien!

The only beings that would know Mirage's schematics would be a doctor, a creator(if he was manufactured) or Mirage himself. The most plausible option would be Mirage somehow giving Noah the quite literal body plan.

So Noah is somehow fused with Mirage, on a subconscious or higher level. It's possible that after Mirage got his body back his mind is either still connected to Noah or there is a copy of his mind in Noah's head.

There so many possibilities that could be taken with this, by Hasbro or fanfiction writers. Mostly fanfiction authors. Especially fanfic authors because Hasbro is too scared to write about two guys sharing a mental link because it'll be too gay.

[captainseamech]

             ... No thank you, he had enough of you guys shenanigans.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Saw that a couple people re-discovered this and I do have a tiny bit of fic written for it,,, ya'll wanna see? 👀

Angst incoming: the credits song of TF1 refers to Megatron and Optimus as twins, so CONSIDER: D-16 and Orion Pax really are split spark twins but they don't know what that is.

Their sparks split the day they were born, but one ended up in a batch of Disposable class mecha, and one ended up in a batch of Servant class. Servant class and above get names, Disposable and below do not.

It's why they gravitated so strongly and easily toward each other on their first day at the mines, despite being complete strangers. They said a line of dialogue in perfect sync as their first meeting, like Orion knew exactly what he was going to say and how he was going to say it before he even opened his mouth.

They feel an instant connection, greater than anything they'd ever felt with their batchmates. An indescribable spark, like a switch flipped in their helms. 'Oh,' the feeling says. 'There you are.' A piece of themselves they didn't realize they were missing until they got it back. Two halves of the same soul, in two different bodies, united and rejoicing in one another's companionship and close proximity until everything falls apart 😌

[sjincer]

a little sketch for @ugly-bug-starscream and @edd-drawsyo tfo au because it's my Roman Empire.

being sparkbonded, Skyfire feels Starscream's struggle on the surface: exhaustion, energon starvation and other kinds of discomforts in a form of his body and spark aching. But he's husband supposed to be dead so the old man is confused. (btw the whole idea's of course Ray's and Edd's, i just got too excited about it and wanted to draw stuff. They are geniuses fr fr.)

+ bonus sentinel being an asshole lol

[cheschesterpossum]

Humans are cats but what if Cybertronians are dogs?

Im going crazy over how big of an impact human can make on a bot. Despite humans so much short lived compared to them, they formed a bond that could last forever.

A self indulge hc of mine: human's bond with their alien robot buddies have an effect on the spark as well, leaving a permanent print on it if the bond goes deep. Their bot buddy want to sparkbond, but that's physically impossible, so a part of the cyb's spark would always look out and yearn for their human buddy.

So whenever their human bud is around or is found somewhere, could be from a distant or they hear their voice- the spark goes "OMG OMG LITTLE AMICA/CONJUX IS HERE, THEY'RE HERE THEY'RE HERE THEY'RE HERE <33333"

You would have to get used to being randomly picked up or snatched, and seeing your robot friend in their alt-mode appearing outside your front yard.

If some bots are weird or unhinged enough, they'd lick your face idk.

Considering humans are a lot smaller and more fragile, cybs tend to get protective over their charges. Is like scary dog privilege, your personal bodyguard. Being able to trust someone so big and dangerous to not hurt you, the dream.

A bit territorial/possessive over their human. I think their equivalent of barking is aggressively loud honking toward eachother. Get a leash or something if your cyb have rabies.

Megatron: fleshie, just because I tolerate you a little more than the other, doesn't mean I will give you special treatment-

Human: who's a good warlord?

Megatron: meeeeeeeee (〃´ω`〃)

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ Why Not All Three? — Elite Trine x GN Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff, Poly || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Managing a relationship with all three of the iconic Decepticon Seekers wasn't a very easy task, with how much they tended to fight one another in the beginning. They each deployed different tactics of Seeker courting to try and catch your optic above the others. They thought they kept this all hidden from you, but you could sense it almost immediately

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It took quite a lot of time to talk to all of them and communicate that no, you didn't have a favorite, and yes, you liked all of them equally. After being reassured of that, you explained the concept of polyamory to them in length. After quite a lot of questions, they agreed to the idea

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Skywarp likes doing acts of service to show his affection. He'll teleport around, grabbing you anything you want, even if that means snatching out of the servos of someone else. He loves displaying his claws especially whenever he can, via scratching things open for you or subtly tracing them along your frame

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Thundercracker prefers quality time. He likes sitting with you on your berth, or leaning against you as you work. Nothing better than spending as much time with you as possible, as he says frequently. He's prone to falling into recharge while leaning on you. Outside of that, he's eager to show his strength to you, offering to spar with you often

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starscream is big on words of affirmation. He'll tell you all the time how much he sees in you, and how much value you have for him to see you as a sparkmate. Definitely the type to brag about being sparkbonded to you to others whenever he can. He thinks his best feature is his pointed denta, so he makes sure to flash them to you whenever possible with his wide grins

ᯓᡣ𐭩 No matter how much you devoted yourself to spending individual time with all of them in equal intervals, you came to learn that they all share the trait of becoming easily jealous. They kept being backhanded to one another, one always being smug for having your attention at the moment and the others resenting

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of the best ways to calm them was to build a system where you all shared a nest together. The three Seekers collaborated their efforts to make a nest perfect for all of you, made of the best materials they could each find. Once you began recharging with all three of them at the same time using it, they calmed down greatly, so it became nightly routine

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starscream likes it best when you tend to his wings. Buffing, petting, tracing, anything like that. He's very inclined to showing his emotions through them, so feeling you appreciate them brings content purring to his voicebox, and it's an easy way to lull him to sleep

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Skywarp relaxes the most when you hold him close. Feeling your presence all around him is comforting, and he always leans into your proximity whenever he's by you to signal as much. Sometimes if he's in a bad mood he'll just crawl into your lap as a silent demand for the reassurance

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Thundercracker loves his helm being pet. He feels soothed by the repetitive motions, and tilts his helm up into your servo whenever you do it. He tends to return the favor by petting your arms or lower back in response, always leaning on your shoulder or chassis

[smallestapplin]

Let me help you

This was commissioned by @bellafragolina

Warnings : overstim, sub!Ratchet, oral, squirting, cybertronians have both a valve and a spike, gn!Cybertronian reader.

🔞Mdni! Adults only, please!🔞

Word count : 1,248

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Ratchet eyes you suspiciously, after the offer you just made him why wouldn’t he? Sucking his spike while he works, are you mad? Though he finds it hard to deny you, when you look up at him, pleading with him with a smile.

“Pleeease? You’re always so busy, I miss my Conjunx.”

Oh you know just how to play him, and he knows it too, he knows what you’re doing and he hates that it’s working. Ratchet sighs, grumbling under his breath as he moves his chair back making room for you to crawl underneath. Your optics brighten with pure joy as you dive under his work table, making yourself comfortable before turning your attention back to him.

Even just his thighs are so thick, you can’t help but drag your servos across them taking in every dip and curve. You chuckle feeling him tense under your touch, knowing just what your beloved likes. And like it he does as you kiss his modesty plating, making him let out a shaky sigh. Looking down at you, his cheeks flushed blue with energon, you’re looking back up at him waiting.

“You certainly are one needy bot.”

You smile up at him as his words ring true, but that doesn’t stop you from placing another messy kiss to his plating. Your optics gleam when it begins to pull back, showing you his pressurized spike, leaking transfluid already. He has been so busy you two never have time aside from a few teasing touches, it seems Ratchet is just as needy as you are.

“Primus above, I love your spike.”

Ratchet trembles feelings your glossa lick up his shaft, cleaning it of any leaking transfluid not wanting any of his spent to go to waste. His spike is so thick, perfect for filling out your valve, but today is about him. Ratchet tries to focus on his work, typing out any new injuries on the autobots he needs to check on, or keep an optic out on, or maintenance on the ground bridge, but it’s near impossible to focus.

Your dermas kissing up his throbbing shaft up to the tip, just to wrap your dermas around it and take him deep within your intake, it’s so sudden Ratchet’s back strut arches as a servo flies up to cover his intake, muffling any sound he could make.

“Wait ... .wait wait if you do that- mm!! Scrap, that’s so….ohhh..!!” His voice begins to turn into garbled static, his optics flickering and fluttering.

You chuckle around his spike while your thumb rubs circles around his node making his valve clench around nothing and leaking more slick. Reports sit on his desk long forgotten, as he doubles over his helm laying on his desk with his servos on your helm. He’s going crazy, his helm feeling heavy foggy with lust, his systems screaming he’s overheating, but it just feels so good, too good, oh Primus he’s- Ratchet can barely warn you, barely managing a pathetic whine before he overloads suddenly with a mute scream.

His transfluid filling your intake, his spike throbbing and valve clenching wildly around nothing. You help your lover ride his high, drinking down his hot transfluid, milking his spike gently until he begins to sit up, but you aren’t done, you can’t be.

You slowly pull yourself off his spike, giggling when Ratchet flops back in his chair, his body shaking, sharply ex-venting with his fans running high to cool himself off. You kiss his inner thigh before nuzzling into it.

“Oh, my big handsome bot, you certainly are quite the sight. My pretty mech.” You lavish his thighs with kisses, your servos gently rubbing up and down them helping soothe him, easing him down from his overload. You know just how to run his charge, he swears he sparkbonded with a menace.

Lazily he manages to lift his helm backup to look at you, you look so sexy sat between his legs like this, your own spike pressurized and leaking yet you seem to ignore it, from this angle he can see your valve dripping, begging to be filled, but you stop his train of thought.

“How do you feel, pretty?”

Ratchet huffs at the endearing name, despite how much he likes it.

“I’m fine, you did so good….haaa…give me a moment and I can return the favor.”

You try not to laugh as he clearly doesn’t know your plan, but ever the giving lover he is, how did you get so lucky? You lean your helm against his thigh one last time.

“I love you, Ratchet.” You coo at him far too sweetly, but he can’t stop from giving you a soft expression.

He sighs playfully, small smile gracing his dermas as he answers.

“I love you t-mm! Frag! T-too much…!” Optics wide feeling his valve getting stretched open. His intake dropping open, drool leaking down his chin.

You stuff two of your digits into his valve, thrusting them in and curling them to rub against his sweet spot, your dermas on his node sloppily kissing and sucking on it while your servo strokes his sensitive spike. His legs thrash for a moment before snapping shut around your helm, his servos pressed to your helm, unsure if he wants to pull you impossibly closer or push you away.

Every thought is pouring out of his helm, not a single one left in his brain module leaving the poor medic dumb and drunk off the pleasure you keep giving him. You moan into his valve, your spike twitching and leaking as you find yourself addicted to his taste, his heady heavy scent makes your helm spin.

You buck your hips humping the air, desperate for any friction or anything to shove into your needy valve.

“Frag, frag fraag! M’gonna…gonna overload, I can’t- scrap!” Ratchet squeals, his voice box giving out a broken version of your name, pleading with you, for what even he isn’t sure. His hips rutting against your face plate as he cries out, his overload hitting him hard.

His valve gushes all over your digits and face plate, coating you in his transfluid as he squirts. His spike throbbing and weakly pumping out more of his seed that you love so much.

Your beloved falls limp, blacking out as his frame near violently shaking, ex-venting hard. His body covered in coolant, you can hear his fans working overtime to cool him down. You slide up from under the table, pulling a cloth from your chassis to clean him up until his systems are back online.

…Which doesn’t seem to be happening, you check him over making sure he isn’t hurt or nothing is wrong with his systems.

Everything is coming back normal, until you jump at the sound of a soft snore, you sucked him dry and right into unconsciousness. You snort, smiling at your sleeping Conjunx, he needed this, he’s been working so hard, too hard, he forgets to take care of himself.

You try not to jostle him too much, picking up the thick bot with ease and taking him back to your shared habsuite to lay him on your berth. You’ll pamper him more ince his status cycle is complete, but right now you’ll finish yourself off before cuddling up to him and get some rest yourself.

Though you might have to explain why Ratchet still hasn’t woken up once it's midday, it seems he needed more rest than you thought, whoops.

[revelboo]

God hi I know it SUPER isnt gonna happen like this obvs but I'm just imagining EIA Shockwave Staring at the Two Sparkbonds in the human and is like Quiet and somehow figures out the second is Megatron and he doesnt say SHIT and is just like "Uhhhh yeah. Human's fine. Soundwave, please stay back so we may talk" and Sounders just like "Mkay" and so Star and the human leave and stuff and Soundwave is like "Query: What is it that Shockwave wishes to tell me" and Shockwave is just like "Bestie idk how to say this but I think Lord Megatron is what the humans call a homewrecker." And Soundwave has to play. SO cool about everything.

🤣 Shockwave is just assuming the other bond is Soundwave’s and he just can’t understand the appeal- thinks they’re both deviants. I’ve started going back trying to add warnings to the first chapters of everything, so folks don’t get surprised if the run into my stories in the wilds of Tumblr

Psst psst @thegarageafterdark aka Storm is one of my writer buddies who convinced me to even consider Transformers smut back in the day and she’s started a Tumblr. She does fated mates Transformers stuff for Bayverse and G1

Everything Is Alright Pt 129

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Wincing as Shockwave just stares at you, you’re not about to admit the other bond is Megatron’s. Can’t imagine the Decepticon leader would want that to get out. And Soundwave rescues you by reaching out to run a servo affectionately against your cheek. Making Shockwave stare at him instead, antenna back. You’re pretty sure the scientist just thinks you’re all three a bunch of freaks at this point. If he realized Megatron was also involved, he’d probably literally blow a gasket. “If a spark was to form from a full bond-” Starscream begins and Shockwave growls.

• “Illogical,” Shockwave snarls, turning away with his scanner, studying the readings. Wings lifting in affront, Starscream growls back at the scientist. Not liking the other mech’s dismissive tone. “No sparks are possible with an organic,” Shockwave adds, tone almost angry. Like the very fact that he wanted to spark you is deviant. That he wants you is obscene. Tempting him to lash out at the bigger mech to defend you. Except you might get hurt if he does, worry for you chaining his temper. But it’s something he can’t forget or forgive even if they will need his skills eventually.

• Servo trembling where he’s got it against your cheek, Soundwave wants to take you from Starscream. Press his face against you to feel the beat of your heart, your warmth. Unable to really believe that he can have this without risking everything else he has. And the Seeker scowls at him when he gives in and cups his hands around you, lifting you close. “Little one.” Just needs to hold you, to ground himself in you, because he can repair that broken bond now without any guilt. Can really have everything.

• Gently pinned against his battle mask, you’re aware of the way Shockwave stiffens. Apparently not liking the display of affection. Or you. Pretty sure that he has some sort of issue with you in particular that you can’t figure out. Maybe he’s just xenophobic? And nobody has answered your ‘how long do Cybertronians live’ question which is beginning to worry you. There’s a niggling little worry in the back of your mind about that. Because you’d been in Star and Megatron’s memories and there’d been a lot to parse through, but no real concrete sense of time. Startling when Soundwave retracts his mask and brushes his mouth against your body, apparently not caring about Shockwave watching. Had he been really worried about how long humans live?

• Wings flicking as Soundwave rubs his face against you, venting softly, Starscream wants to be angry still about you and the communications officer. To resent that you love him, too. To ask who you love more even if he’s terrified of what your answer would be. Reminding himself that you’d chosen him. Bonded fully to him. No one can take that from him. “We got our answers,” he mutters, because as entertaining as watching the scientist’s obvious discomfort watching Soundwave is, he wants some quiet time with you. Wants to talk without Soundwave or Megatron listening in. Pretend it’s just you two like it had been back then when he was happiest. Figure out this new dynamic with the other two. His new Trine.

• Following Starscream out into the hall, he’s aware that he’s getting looks. That most of the Decepticons aren’t used to seeing his exposed face. Or it could be you as he nuzzles against your body to make you squirm with breathless little protests. And he stops short when the Seeker stops, wings lifting before Starscream starts laughing. Leaning, he looks down at Rumble and Frenzy and the little human they have in tow, Rumble’s arm around them. “Oh. Hi, boss,” Rumble says as Frenzy tries to pull the human into his arms. Head lifting to stare at Thundercracker, the Seeker carrying plastic boxes full of stuff, his wings flaring like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have. And you’re twisting to look too as the other human notices you and waves. “So, we need our own habsuite,” Rumble adds as Starscream keeps laughing.

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[ugly-bug-starscream]

Was Starscream ever afraid that Skyfire moved on from him after being gone for so long.

URGGHRG oh he would think so.,. from him almost dying their sparkbond were like teared a part in a way and their ability to feel each other’s presence weakened. So Starscream after so many years would think that maybe Skyfire has moved on because he obviously had been declared dead in Iacon. It hurt him a lot knowing that maybe Skyfire would find someone else… little does he know that Skyfire couldnt move on..

[bastardlybonkers]

For ur hc, what do you think would happen for partners who are organic (e.g Crankcase) who don't have ports ect.?

now THAT is a question i hadnt thought about yet! in this hc, transformers would be sexually incompatible with organics so they wouldnt be able to have traditional 'sex', but that doesnt mean they cant be intimate!

notes under the cut

-false cables need to be charged and false ports do not, both can also be equipped with fun extra features (like auto insulant fluid or being made out of a material that insulates, or physical things like vibration and levels of charge). if the port has extra features, it can either be charged beforehand or the user can charge it themselves with their own charge

-wire stimulation is also very pleasant, and many organics like the feeling of pulling/caressing them, so its a pretty common method of tactile stimulation. the only danger is all the moving parts around the wires (though that danger is part of the fun for some couples)

-a cybertronians natural insulant fluid is not safe for most organics to ingest, but luckily, its activated manually. usually, their mouths are dry metal. this means theyre free to kiss their partners without getting them sick! unfortunately, if they ever want their organic partners to help apply insulant fluid, then they might run into a problem. luckily, since cybertronians have been interacting more with organic species, there is organic-safe insulant fluid for sale. however, that doesnt mean its safe for ALL organics- ingredients list must be consulted first

-its more difficult on the organic end, since cybertronians have plenty of ways to stimulate themselves. not that organics dont as well, but organics can be kinda, well. wet. mechanics and wet do not mix very well. cybertronians would be fine, but the chances of shocking a partner are very much not zero

-mutual masturbation/taking turns is pretty common in mech/organic relationships

-a lot of it would just be communication between partners and trial and error

when it comes to sparks...

-organics can actually touch sparks, but instead of feeling physical like it would to a cybertronian, they would instead pass through it and act as something of a conductor. this is because (in this hc) a cybertronians spark has an opposite polarity to their metal, which results in that 'suspension' look, and them being able to hold and touch sparks. an organic conducting the spark back into itself would actually be the closest thing they could get to 'traditional' sex for a cybertronian, since it would technically be a charge loop. it just so happens that displaying your spark is THE most intimate thing a cybertronian can do, and very, very few have reached this point with an organic partner, so while it would be the most pleasurable, its extremely uncommon

-organics cannot sparkmerge or sparkbond since they do not have a spark

-conducting spark energy would also be pleasurable for an organic, but should not be done for an extended period of time, as it can be dangerous. it would feel somewhat like a vibration throughout the entire body, resonating from the inside out

[doctorsilverhead]

Steel and Skin Part 2 (Bayverse TLK Optikus Prime X Fem!Human Reader)

The night stretched on, heavy with the weight of what had just transpired between you and Optimus. His frame still trembled slightly, vents releasing uneven bursts of heated air. He held you carefully—almost too carefully, as if the sheer force of his emotions might break you. But he didn’t let go.

He couldn’t.

His massive servos curled possessively around your waist, pulling you closer, his helm resting against your smaller form. You could hear the deep, rhythmic hum of his spark beneath his plating, pulsing hard and erratic—far from the controlled, unwavering Prime the world knew.

He was still lost in you.

Optimus had spent centuries keeping himself composed, controlling every emotion, every urge. But you… you shattered that control. And now, he couldn't—wouldn’t—let you go.

His optics followed your every movement, hyper-focused, obsessed, drinking in every shift of your expression, every breath, every tiny quiver of your lips. You were his now. Completely.

His servo tightened slightly around your waist, just enough for you to feel the weight of it. His voice, deep and raw, rasped against your skin: “You belong to me.”

The words weren’t a question. They weren’t even a request. They were a statement of fact. A vow.

If another Autobot dared step near the outpost? His glowing optics darkened, his entire frame going rigid, positioning himself between you and them. They were no threat, not really—but the mere thought of someone else even looking at you made his circuits burn.

Jealousy settled deep in his spark, something he had never allowed himself to feel before. But now? The idea of you giving attention to another—laughing with someone that wasn’t him, touching someone that wasn’t him? It infuriated him.

“No one else,” he murmured, pressing his helm against your shoulder, his massive frame coiling around you like a shield. “Only me. Say it.”

You swallowed hard, fingers brushing the seams of his faceplate. He leaned into your touch desperately, his vents shuddering. “Only you, Optimus,” you whispered.

He exhaled sharply, and if he were human, you swore he would have moaned.

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But even in his possessiveness, his devotion—fear crept in.

Had he been too much? Had he let himself go too far? The thought made his grip on you loosen slightly, his optics dimming with something that almost looked like regret.

He wanted you so badly, and for the first time in centuries, he had taken something for himself. But now, the weight of it terrified him.

He was a warrior. A Prime. A machine built for battle, for war. And you? You were everything he was not. Soft. Warm. Human. How could you ever truly belong to him?

“I should not have…” His voice wavered, and you had never heard it sound so fragile.

You reached for him, your hands brushing his battle-worn plating. “Optimus,” you murmured, commanding his attention. “I chose this. I chose you.”

His optics flickered, uncertain, searching. “Even knowing what I am?”

“Especially knowing what you are.”

And just like that, his resolve snapped all over again.

He crashed into you—holding, cradling, devouring.

This time, when he kissed you, there was no hesitation, no restraint—only pure, unfiltered devotion.

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Optimus had fought every battle, faced every enemy—but nothing had prepared him for this.

The instinct was primal, something ancient buried deep within his coding. Now that he had you, his entire being demanded more.

He had always known about sparkbonding, the Cybertronian act of permanently linking one’s spark with another’s essence. It was irreversible. Sacred. And now…

He wanted it with you.

His fingers trembled as they traced your skin, optics burning with something deeper than desire—something eternal.

“I want to bond with you,” he admitted, voice raw. “To make you mine, forever.”

You felt the weight of those words. Cybertronians didn’t bond lightly. It was a lifetime commitment, a merging of souls, a connection that no force in the universe could break.

“What does that mean?” you asked softly.

He gently cupped your face, his digits careful, reverent. “It means my spark will recognize you as its mate. That I will always feel you. That no matter where you go, I will be with you.”

His vents hitched, his body trembling with restraint. “But if I do this, I will never be able to let you go.”

The weight of his words settled deep in your chest, but there was no hesitation when you whispered: “Then take me, Optimus.”

His entire frame shuddered violently, his optics burning with unrestrained devotion.

He pulled you flush against him, his servos curling possessively around your body. His chest plating shifted, parting slightly, exposing the faint, pulsing glow of his spark. You gasped as the warmth of it enveloped you, a sensation like nothing you had ever felt before—like pure energy, raw and electric, pulling you in.

And as you reached toward it, allowing yourself to be claimed by him, Optimus whispered your name like a prayer.

Because tonight, you were not just his lover.

You were his bonded love. His forever.

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