#tfp hardshell x reader

[transformers-spike]

Maybe the 1st kids Hardshells but Megatron refuses to admit it and instead he convinces himself the kids his bio kid

Who knows how, the kid turns into a bug, but Megs still thinks that ones his

Self-gaslighting at its finest If Airachnid tries to control it, he's going to fucking deck her. This is his sparkling and even if it looks and sounds weird, it's his and his alone The reader got the biggest spike of her life that one night, but she does not regret it. The child ends up taller than Megatron. He is so proud of it.

[revelboo]

did you know that… in terms of reproduction… haha ​​bad joke, but ignoring that, did you know that pos insecticons, waspy and tarantula might be the most compatible with humans? I say this because they're more closely related to organics than other bots. Yes, it's terrifying to some people (don't add me to that group) but it makes sense, I also think they'd be the ones that could most easily… you know what, but the protoform would be small, almost like... a bug egg, easy to remove even. these guys are perfect for that weird kink of I don't know what, you'll know what I mean.

Considering this is the seventh or eighth of these I’ve gotten since I started writing the bugs, I know what you’re talking about. Not my cup of tea, but since people keep asking, I can make an attempt. And if I have anyone lurking here that shouldn’t be here, it might just scare them off

🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️ I don’t even know what warnings to slap on this- bug pregnancy? Possible horror? Unsettling Eldritch bug boyfriend being slightly horrifying?

Possession

Hardshell x Reader

• Startling awake as warm air stirs your hair and your giant, horrifying, alien boyfriend makes that awful chittering noise that still has your skin crawling, your head lifts. And his massive head brushes against your bare skin, mandibles sliding against you. Rolling you onto your back before his mandibles hook against you and lift you, the sharp lines of his overlapping denta pressed against your belly as he begins digging in your plush nest of stolen pillows, blankets and three mattresses. Looking over your shoulder as you hang there while he mounds pillows. Yawning, you reach up to rub your palm against his helm and his whole head tilts so you’re almost upside down. “Most guys come home and it’s ’oh, hi, honey. How was your day?’” You say and his visor brightens slightly as he keeps rearranging your bedding. “I get ‘let’s fuck.’”

• Mandibles flexing against you as you fuss at him, Hardshell clicks in amusement. He vents, pulling the scent of you, of your arousal deep into himself as you chatter. Amused, he drops you to hear you gasp before snagging you again midair and gently lowering you on your belly. And mass shifting, nudging your thighs open for him as his glossa slides against you to make you shiver. “Little breeder,” he growls affectionately against you, glossa tunneling inside you as he listens to your little noises. Always talking, except when he’s inside you, fragging you until you can’t focus to talk.

• Moaning as your fingers dig into the blankets, feeling that wickedly long glossa pushing inside you, curling and exploring to make your hips buck. You’re still not sure what the two of you are to each other. If he’s your boyfriend or just your giant, alien fuck buddy. He’s not much of a conversationalist, but he definitely makes up for it with mind shatteringly good sex. Grinding and rocking yourself against his mouth, feeling his mandibles grab at your hips, you groan as you come apart and his glossa laps against you before he’s shifting.

• Freeing his spike, he moves to cover you. Feeling you tremble slightly as he finds you and presses deep, stretching you. Sinking into your wet heat as his clawed servos dig into your bedding and he’s moving against you, hips snapping. Listening to you whimper, the way your breath catches. Hadn’t meant to take a human queen, but he doesn’t regret the impulsive decision. Rutting urgently against you, he hears you cry out and he keeps thrusting, trying to make it last longer until he’s roaring, frame straining as he overloads to fill you. Reluctantly slipping free of your wet heat and hiding away his spike as his plating shifts, his secondary spike pressurizing slowly.

• Thighs trembling with your release, you feel him slide against you again. Apparently deciding he wanted another round, but when he presses inside you, there’s a slight burn of being stretched. Like his spike is thicker somehow. Leg kicking out on a whimper as he slowly rocks his hips against you, working himself deep and he is bigger, almost uncomfortably so. “What are you doing?” You moan, flinching when something snares your hips, digging into you as soon as he’s buried deep. Reaching back and finding the claspers that usually lay flat and look like part of his hip plating pinning you against him. “Hardshell?”

• “Breeding,” he snarls, can’t really thrust locked inside you, claspers keeping you in place, but his hips rock and undulate against you, pressing you into the pillows as he groans. And you’re going to be a good carrier for his brood as he begins to fill you with a hiss, feeling you squirm under him, your breath catching. No longer chattering.

• He’s moving fitfully against you, not thrusting, but something is happening. Fingers clawing into the blankets as the pressure and feeling of being stretched edges into discomfort. What is he doing to you? His frame heating at your back as his movements become more urgent, driving your hips against the pillows under you again and again until you’re trembling and overly sensitive. And he finally pulls out, but that feeling of being full remains. Head turning to stare at him as he rubs his jaw and mandibles against your back and shoulders, that frightening face managing to somehow look smug as you shiver. What did he just do? Because that wasn’t just his release, he put something inside you and your eyes narrow.

[emelinstriker]

Masterlist

[ { ⓘ Not taking requests ⓘ } ]

[I don't take requests as I prefer writing stories I'm actually interested in myself.]

[I won't be updating the list past the already listed one-shots for a long while, as my hyperfixation is on LMK.]

[The Reader will probably always be written as a human since that's what i prefer working with. So the relationships are Cybertronian X Human.]

Welcome to your Empress’s realm of fascinating tales...

For reference:

Title Keys:

♡ = Fluff

♢ = Angst

♤ = Emotional Mix/Angsty Fluff/(Hurt/)Comfort

♧ = Special/Crack

☆ = Headcanons/Scenarios

¤ = Platonic

Transformers Prime Decepticons X Readers

Also available on:

Quotev

AO3 (N/A)

Wattpad (N/A)

Megatron

☆ 3 Domestic Headcanons

Starscream

♡ Kiss The Spark

☆ 3 Domestic Headcanons

Soundwave

♡ Be More Expressive

☆ 3 Domestic Headcanons

Shockwave

♡ Be More Expressive

♤ Kiss The Spark

☆ 3 Domestic Headcanons

Knockout

♤ Your New Car

☆ 3 Domestic Headcanons

Predacons

♡ Fetch [Predaking]

☆ 3 Domestic Headcanons

Insecticons

-/-

[stickytrigger69]

Cool, cool, cool, uuuhhhhhhh. Why me lmaooooo XD

The Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how descriptive or otherwise. Allow people to send you an ask with the title that intrigues them the most and then reply with a sneak peek or more in-depth description of what the story is about. And then (I'm so sorry bout this) tag as many people as there are drafts in your WIP folder.

This will be a big one so, without further a do.

1. TFPKnockout corrupting femme cybertronian reader (nsfw)

2. TFP team prime x sparkling reader (platonic)

3. TFP Dom Airachnid x sub male cybertronian reader (nsfw)

4. TFP team Megatron x femme cybertronian reader (dubcon)

5. Bayverse team prime x GN Cybertronian Reader (platonic)

6. TFP Oppy and Ratchet (separate) x human femme reader (platonic)

7. Love letter from TFP Ratchet to femme cybertronian reader

8. TFP Megatron x femme Cybertronian reader (nsfw, corruption)

9. TFP dreadwing and skyquake x femme cybertronian reader (nsfw)

10. TFP Knockout x bimbo femme cybertronian reader (nsfw)

11. G1 Oppy x femme human cybertronian reader (nsfw)

12. TFP hardshell + insecticons x femme cybertronian reader (nsfw)

13. TFP Soundwave x Femme cybertronian reader (nsfw, prisoner autobot reader)

14. TFP Predaking x femme cybrtronian reader (nsfw)

15. TFP Breakdown x femme cybertronian reader (nsfw, brat taming)

16. TFP starscream x mech cybertronian reader (romantic)

17. MTMTE Megatron x GN Cybertronian Reader (megs is pining)

18. TFP Hardshell x Ladybug Femme Cybertronian Reader (platonic)

19. TFP Autobots and Decepticons (separate) x GN Teen Cybertronian Reader (platonic)

20. TFP Starscream x mech cybertronian reader (nsfw)

21. G1 Starscream x GN Human Reader (platonic)

22. G1 Octane x G1 Sandstorm (romance, angst, big sad)

23. Cyberverse Soundwave x femme cybertronian reader (nsfw)

24. Cyberverse Soundwave and Shockwave fighting over GN Cybertronian Reader

25. G1 Soundwave love letter to GN Cybertronian Reader

26. TFP Soundwave and Shockwave competing for cybertronian femme reader

27. IDW Soundwave x femme cybertronian reader (nsfw, reader blackmailing him for his affection)

Yeah, that's what we got. Lots of choices, lots of work, lol. But we gettin' it done XD as for who I have to tag, I'll just tag a small handful of about 5 users maybe 🤔 I dunno, nearly 30 fics in the works and I want to leave room for others to be tagged too so *shrug*

@breakdownsbuttlights @rawmeknockout @transformers-insanity @uselessmicrowave @hidden-scarlet-whispers

WIP Title Game

Thank you @supervisormeero for the tag! A lot of these wips were in just one document, so this was a good reason to organise them better.

Apart from the Tarkin one, all the wips listed below are for Andor - two absurd comedies, two keero, one abstract horror, one that's just weird.

[I've also got a heap of words for historical fiction shows, but I haven't listed them.]

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

1. A Pleasant Break from the Complexities of Living

2. Are you aware you're in a sewer, Mr. Karn?

3. ISB meets Pre-Mor

4. Office lock in Syril at the window

5. Keeping secrets from you

6. Car backseat

7. Tarkin-reader

I think most people I know who post their writing have already been tagged. @shyspider @moff-times throwing this out to you if you want to do it. And an open invitation to anyone else reading this who wants to! Sorry if we're mutuals and I don't know you write

[creampill]

omg ,, you write for the insecticons 😭❤️ little buggies omg ,, for the prompt #9 w/ hardshell <3 he keeps snagging the pillows whilst trying to make the perfect little bed for his gn s/o ? maybe reader steals some cuddles from the big loaf 😭 love the insecticons sm <3

(YESSSS I DO INDEED WRITE FOR THE BUGS!!!!! Here are your cuddles 💖)

Hardshell/Reader Prompt Fill: ”Stop taking all the pillows!”

There has been a notable absence of all pillow-like surfaces in your house recently.

It started with things you only noticed once you went to look: the spare towels and blankets in the linen closet, the few random pillows hidden in the darkest corners of every room, even old clothing you hadn’t touched for what felt like years had seemingly disappeared into thin air.

When it extended to your couch’s throw pillows, you started to get suspicious. When it got to the couch cushions themselves? That was cause for investigation.

And the culprit was not hard to find, especially since he’d openly admitted that he’d done it.

Hardshell, your wonderful, sweet-hearted partner, sat expectantly in front of the most elaborate pillow fort you had ever seen, gesturing to it while saying excitedly;

“I made nest!”

“I… ‘shell…” you trailed off, unable to properly articulate all the thoughts bouncing around in your head.

His wings dropped, “do you not like?”

You were quick to reassure him, “oh no, it’s wonderful! I just-“

He cut you off by knocking you off your feet into a cuddle, collapsing into the pillow pile and pulling you down with him. He nuzzled and gave you his little mandible-pseudo-kisses while clicking with delight.

“So glad you like it,” he cooed, tucking more of the stolen pillows and blankets around you to make you more comfortable, “never made organic nest. Needs lost of soft. Soft enough?”

You couldn’t help but giggle, kissing him back, “yes, it is soft enough, but you can’t just take stuff from around the house like this.”

“Why not?” He questioned, tilting his head.

“Because I need it! You took my mattress, shelly, I need to sleep on it.”

You could hear the mirth when he replied, “but you sleep here! With me, in nest!”

“No, that’s not what I-“ he interrupted you again with more loving mandible kisses and little coos, and you spluttered and tried to playfully shove him away, “stop taking all the pillows!”

He only agreed to stop once he was content in how swaddled you were, and had promised to spend at least a few cycles with him in his new nest.

(You did not know how long a cycle was, but you couldn’t say no to that face.)

[cybertronian-cupid]

❤️Valveplug TFP Decepticons❤️

What do they enjoy giving most; blowjobs, handjobs or offering their valve?

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Megatron: valve, for fucks sake, use his valve all you like.

Starscream: despite constantly complaining about the taste, he loves giving blowjobs.

Soundwave: a master of handjobs, as well as using his cables to get his partner off. His valve is sensitive so he'll ask you to take it slow.

Knockout: handjobs and valve

Breakdown: blowjobs

Skyquake: blowjobs

Dreadwing: handjobs so he can keep kissing his s/o while he's getting them off

Airachnid: valve, but the way she swallows around a cock when giving a blowjob is intoxicating

Shockwave: he really wishes he could give them blowjobs, but his handjobs are god tier. Will take some time before he presents his valve.

Predaking: blowjobs

Steve/Vehicons: Steve enjoys valve, and with the rest it can be a mixed bag. Most however still preferr handjobs.

Hardshell/Insecticons: as scary as it may seem, the blowjobs truly are worth it

Makeshift: anything his s/o wants, but he enjoys giving handjobs the most

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　TFP CONS x gn human reader

　　　　『　megatron ,, starscream ,, soundwave ,, knockout ,, breakdown ,, shockwave ,, dreadwing ,, steve ,, insecticons / hardshell ,, predaking ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> would you love me if i was a worm 💔💔

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— some goofy stuff

megatron -

• he wouldnt ,, hes so done with your shit he just glares at you from his position

• " if you turn into a worm ill drop you out the window " - his exact words

• if youre able to be turned into a worm he wouldn't love you anymore ,, he'd leave you outside in freefall instead of keeping you

• hes tired man ,, hes in a war and youre asking goofy questions

starscream -

• he just gives you a look of disgust and that's enough said

• he wouldnt but he would keep you ,, just at a distance

• as long as you wont inch your wormy body towards him ,, he couldnt care less

soundwave -

• his visor displays a frowning emoji ,, before picking you up in his tendrils

• he shakes his helm yes ,, and shows a small terrarium enclosure ,, which you take as what you would live in

• its nice to know that he has a backup plan in case that does happen ,, if it even does that is

knockout -

• he'll give out a small laugh and when he realizes the question is serious he shuts up and stares at you

• aint no way mann ,,

• he'll give a sigh and says he'll see what he would do but no guarantees about anything

• at least hes making an effort to try yknow

breakdown -

• hes so sad :(( ,, he doesnt want you to turn into a worm ,, its already hard enough to not harm you in any way as it is

• and if you turn into a worm then itll be even more difficult

• he'll still love you though ,, he says ,, he'll find a way to change you back into a human

• he'll make you a little worm house and take such good care of you ,, he promises you that

shockwave -

• interesting question ,, though the possibilities for that to even happen are low ,, yet not impossible

• his fins twitch as he thinks about it ,, his optic glowing brighter the more he thinks on it

• he says it would depend ,, really

• if youre alive he will try to find a way to return you to your state ,, but if you happen to die ,, theres not really much he can do there

• it would also be a great opportunity to study minimalistic organisms on this planet

dreadwing -

• hes not entirely sure on what a worm is ,, but he assures you there is nothing to worry about

• he will still love you no matter what ,, he wont stop just because you happen to be turned into something else

• in his processor worms are big creatures that are scary ,, not little dirt creatures that wiggle around

• dont tell him that

steve -

• he most definitely will ,, he'll find a way to keep you in his habsuite and get the things you'd need

• he'll pet you gently and be mindful of his actions and where he walks

• he'll take you on trips and stuff and make sure you wont dry out in the sun

• he'll still love you if youre a worm

predaking -

• he's not sure what worms are either but he wouldnt change his mind all the sudden

• you're his significant other ,, his beloved ,, his mate

• why wouldnt he love you ? even if it means you've been cursed to a different form

• he'll probably pester shockwave about changing you back too

hardshell / insecticons -

• he would be sooo confused yet he wouldnt deny that the question is strange

• because of the hive mind ,, theyd all know about the question

• still doesnt make them think any different of you

• they'll still love you anyways ,, so no worries there

[transformers-spike]

Megatron: What the hell is that

Y/N, being held by Bombshell: My boyfriend

Megatron: You already have boyfriends

Y/N: I deserve more

I think you mean Hardshell but this is still hilarious - you have Hardshell and his cousin, Bombshell. Him but sexy

The reader's out here collecting spikes and valves like pokemon cards. She's not going to stop until she tries every spike on the Nemesis

[transformers-spike]

Megatron refuses to admit it but the 3rd kid is so clearly Hardshell's

Even if they try artificial insemination, the kid still doesn't look like him. Like at all. But the one, beady red eye the kid has sure does look familiar

And at the 4th kid Y/N probably starts to be like "hey man. Enough. Bakery's closed"

Megatron is so much in denial he says the 3rd is Breakdown's or Dreadwing's because he does not want to imagine insecticon spike inside his human (even tho Dreadwing has never fragged her) At this point I'm wondering if Shockwave pulled an uno reverse card and used his own transfluid instead. Or if Megatron's genes are just that weak, huh Megatron's on his servos and knees begging for the first time since he became a gladiator. He's begging her to let him have one more, just one more. I'm not sure if she'd take pity on him and give in or keep denying him. But if she does have a 5th child.... It would be Starscream's

[cybertronian-cupid]

Hello! Hpoe you're both doing good! I really love the insecticons and there isn't much love for them. So could I request some tfp Hardshell x reader smut? Thank you. Have a nice day/night.

You can have all the Insecticon smut you want anon. This was a blast and a half to write ~Mila💟

We hope you enjoy it!💥 And we wish you have a good day/night as well!💞~Gregoria🏩

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The high-pitched shriek Hardshell aims at the approaching Insecticon causes his spike to pulse inside them. Their mouth is busy chasing after the smaller set of mandibles gripping the sides of their face, teeth weakly scraping at the metal, hips bucking ever so slightly. Their hands move from the thick neck and grab at the hinges at the back of the larger mandibles, tugging Hardshell closer with a whine.

“Stop that.”

His visor focuses on them once more, the harsh red glow of it dimming.

“I must make my claim first,” Hardshell’s helm lowers, teeth pressing against their neck in imitation of a kiss, mandibles caressing their cheeks. “Our Queen deserves only the best.”

A smile tugs at the corners of their mouth when they look up at him with big eyes, lips forming into a pout.

“And can you really say you’re the best?”

A surprised scream is torn out of them when his clawed fingers grip their waist, squeezing hard when he pushes more of himself inside of them. They can’t speak around the long tongue that forces its way down their throat. They furrow their brow at the taste of dust and the tang of energon he produced for them earlier in the day. He came with the rest of the Insecticons after their most recent mission, nearly knocking down the wall to their chambers in his hurry to attend to the needs of his Queen.

His.

Oh, the way his engine ticks and rumbles when he hisses at them makes their core throb. They can feel three clawed fingers edging closer, but this time Hardshell moved away, his wings fanning out for the challenger to see; he thrusts deeper, the lower part of his spike expanding and extending. The thin ovipositor sliding its way inside of them, penetrating as deep as possible.

His tube-like tongue withdraws and they’re left panting as a thick droplet of the sweet, pink energon slides down their chin.

“I will prove it to you, My Queen.”

They can feel the round, surprisingly cool eggs making their way inside them. Their thighs clench from the speed at which the eggs are pushed in. Just as they’re starting to adjust and enjoy the sensation, even starting to rock themself to make him feel good, Hardshell fully withdraws. They make a questioning, needy noise, and his mandibles click in amusement. The clawed fingers of the other Insecticon are already running over their chest, spike fully extended and weeping transfluid; the ovipositor bulges with the shimmering marble-looking eggs.

“I will let the rest of your hive show you how well we can please you,” and he takes the position at the door, guarding them and those he deemed worthy to be in their presence. The newcomer buzzes and whistles in inquiry, the visor half focused on Hardshell. Instead of using words, they let out a long note that without a doubt lets him know that the Queen is in need. In no time at all, the newcomer’s spike – thinner, but nearly as long as his ovipositor – starts penetrating them. His pace is shaky and barely restrained, if the claws shredding the soft material of the pillows under them is any indicator. They can feel the eggs rolling inside of them, the muffled clinking of the glasslike outer layer sending shivers down their spine.

Once again, it feels too soon for the spike to leave them. They aren’t empty for long, however, with a shorter, thicker spike taking over and setting a shallow pace; they aren’t sure at first if their walls are clenching around a spike or an oddly shaped ovipositor. It doesn’t matter in the end, as they feel hot transfluid coating their insides, turning the stretch and discomfort into heightened sensations of need and craving. Their arms turn numb, legs kicking weakly as they pant. Their eyes roll back with waves upon waves of pleasure. Vision turning blurry, they breathe short moans every time a new spike enters them, and more eggs are left inside.

The rhythm itself is almost like waves. The caress of mandibles on their body, the claws running over their hair, their lips wrapping around a tongue filling their mouth with nectar, sliding more eggs down their throat. Their knees are maneuvered so there are spikes grinding through their openings, valves riding the tops of their knees; their hands are wrapped around two other spikes, fingertips twitching against the sensitive mix of organic and metal mesh. Their upper body is lifted by the spikes of two soldiers using their armpits, the insides of the elbows, the space where their neck slumps to their shoulder, slowly rocking into any opening their Queen has to offer.

They feel their orgasm near, almost reaching its peak before they’re empty again. Their lovers change places and crowd around them, the heat of their bodies not enough to soothe the ache when there isn’t a spike stretching them.

Each time it feels like they’re left empty for too long, still not full enough of eggs to be satisfied. The hissing of the whole hive and the sensation of anticipating, excited fields bouncing against the outsides of their chamber makes their heart swell and their sex throb again, fiercer, nearly painfully when a spike exists them and there is no one next in line to fill them. Their eyes open, their mouth clicking demandingly. They feel their head being turned by a pair of scratched mandibles, a tube tongue playing at their lips. They suck at it, drinking and responding to the clicking above them with their teeth gently nibbling at the appendage in their mouth.

Once they’re done, the tongue withdraws and they look down on themself, giggles spilling from their mouth. All of their bedding and themself are drenched in a sticky mix of transfluid and nectar, valve and oral lubricants, their cum, and the aphrodisiac that the Insecticons kept pumping into them alongside the eggs. They aim a loopy grin up at Hardshell’s scarred faceplate. His visor soothingly pulses at them, prompting them to lay back down. Their face is gripped by his smaller mandibles and they open their mouth, tongue languidly licking at his fangs, insisting for them to open for more of the delicious nectar waiting inside. Instead the familiar, just right stretch of Hardshell’s spike fills them, his ovipositor doing most of the moving, prompting shaky, breathless pleas and praise from their mouth.

“Our Queen,” the metal sound of chimes and bells echo throughout their chambers as Hardshell’s faceplate nuzzles against their forehead, “half of your hive has pleased you so far.” His spike rocks into them, and they eventually register the transfluid entering them alongside the eggs. The hard glass marbles sink below the softened fertilized eggs. “Are they to your satisfaction?” He starts clicking at them, the noise urging and demanding a response.

They kiss his jaw and chirp a short command at him.

I need more.

The whole hive rumbles like distant thunder when more Insecticons displace their mass and enter the chamber.

They caress the back of Hardshell’s mandibles, tugging him closer and clicking demandingly.

Stay.

Everything afterwards is once again a blur of pleasure, never-ending waves of it, the content buzzing of their hive, all combined with the ticking and warmth of their mightiest warrior serving and tending to His Queen.

[cybertronian-cupid]

hey!! could you guys write a hurt/comfort scenario for a tfp insecticons x reader? like reader works in retail n just has the *worst* day, gets picked up by hardshell, n he can tell that somethings wrong then later reader finally spills n gets comforted by the hive. thank you!!!!!!!

Working these jobs is no fun at all :/ but we hope this helps!!~Mila💟

HERE COMES YOUR HIVE!!!💥 ~Gregoria🏩

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“Something is wrong.”

She looks down at Hardshell's metal plates, her thumb gliding over the back of the insecticons helm, finger gripping tightly as he lands in the ship’s hangar.

“I guess. Work has been tough, that’s all.”

“We still think you shouldn’t work at all. Our Queen shouldn’t be forced to mingle with worthless scum," with practiced ease he throws her in the air, transforming to his bipedal mode and catching her. "They do not deserve your presence.”

She takes her seat on one of his shorter mandibles, kissing his faceplate.

“Other people would know something was off if I just quit. But thanks anyway, ‘Shell.”

He walks throughout the corridors, the vehicons flattening against the walls or picking up their pace in hopes of avoiding the insecticon. She can see a couple of them taking a different corridor entirely.

“You could say you were invited on another research mission,”

“I can’t keep running away with my handsome entomologist, they’ll want frequent social media updates just to see you.”

“There is no easy communication access in the jungle. One of those postcards should prove to be satisfactory.”

She is halfway into explaining why she can’t disappear like that in such a short amount of time, when they finally pass the door to the hive's entrance. The energy inside of it envelopes her like a warm blanket and her eyes prickle with tears. The excited sound of legs skittering and wings hitting against their covers make a sound similar to wind whistling through treetops and chimes playing in the distance. She lets out a laugh and waves at the insecticons nearest to the entrance, the attention sending another pleasant ripple throughout the whole chamber.

“It’s good to be home,”

Hardshell carries her to the middle of the hive, and places her at the entrance of a structure where her chambers are located. The cone shaped structure is filled with twists and turns, corridors leading her to different rooms, big enough for her and her partners when they wish to join her for- whatever reason really. There's plenty of room to move and, on her request, there are soft lights lighting up the places the white light from above doesn't reach. She walks deep into the center of it, where the master bedroom is located. She laughs out loud at the sight.

“Guys, what is all of this?”

There's a new collection of items waiting for her inspection, composed of expensive pillows and honeyed sweets, mixed with various gems, rocks, and other trinkets they know she might appreciate, all neatly stacked in different piles.

“Only the best for our Queen,” Hardshell rumbles from the entrance to her chambers, waiting for the invitation as he always does.

She lays down on the huge bed draped in expensive, comfortable fabrics, thinking over if she wants the company. She hugs a pillow close to her. It's too soft.

“How about you stop with all the sweet talk and come cuddle your Queen?”

She can hear transformation noises that only come with her darling bugs mass displacing. Hardshell emerges in her chamber, flanked by two other soldiers, the ones she met back when Hardshell laid his visor on her for the first time.

She grins ear to ear, opening her arms wide, and the two rush forward, chittering and nuzzling their faceplates against her skin, mandibles rubbing against her head and shoulders in greeting.

“Yea, I missed you, too,” she laughs and looks up at Hardshell, waiting in anticipation for her next “order”.

“I’d like to lay against you today,”

His mandibles clack in delight and the two soldiers move aside for their strongest warrior to take his place, laying her back against his abdomen, embracing her body with his claws as he makes himself comfortable on the softness of her mattress.

“The Hive shall deliver whatever you desire,” he reminds her, his voice vibrating around her.

The other two come closer, changing back into their bug form, sloting neatly to the side and spreading their wings for her to run her fingers over. The metal is thin, yet strong and translucent, the green color reminding her of emeralds. It took some time to get used to the sensation and vibrations she could feel coming from them, feeling the way energon is pumped back and forth through thin fuel lines, warm as it passes under her fingers, and cool once it returns back to their bodies. It's fascinating. It's calming. She can hear the sounds of the whole hive easily from her chambers. The sound of their fields mixed with chatter and excitement at her mere presence makes the stress melt away from her body. It makes her feel safe enough to let the tears fall and loved enough to rage and spit out curses over the entitled shitheads, lazy coworkers full of half-assed excuses and all the other things that have been piling up and up until she just couldn't hold it in anymore.

“Whatever injustices have been done to you shall be punished,” Hardshell vows and the swarm chitters in agreement, the sound reverberating through the corridors, aggressive and firm with their united determination. There’s a treat presented to her lips and she huffs, nuzzling against Hardshells metal while she chews. All of them always make her feel like a real queen, even if she has to keep reminding them that they can’t go around destroying whole towns for her sake.

Even if the idea does seem incredibly tempting on some of her worst days.

“Cuddles sound good enough right now. I'd like to rest.”

The swarm quiets down, the energy returning to the calming hum that begins lulling her to sleep.

[cybertronian-cupid]

I'm feeling really uneasy having to spend the holiday season with my family, so, if that's not a problem, could I request some fluff with TFP decepticons? Like,, comforting their s/o, making sure they feel safe and happy?

You didn't specify which ones you'd like best, so *rubs back of neck* what happened was a bit of a fluff surprise story. Hopefully it makes you smile Anon, and makes the holidays atleast a little more bearable.

*squints* though I think we should have the comfort styles of the Cons written somewhere... Keep an eye out, they'll be posted as soon as they get pieced together in some semblance of sense. ~Gregoria🏩

We hope you like it, Anon, and we hope this holiday season treats you well. You deserve nothing but happiness~Mila 💟

Holiday Surprise Fluff: Poly!Reader x TFP Decepticons (sfw)

(Yes. All of them. That includes the troops.)

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Being partners with Steve had its perks. Sure, there were some drawbacks as well, but considering how close all Vehicons were, that just meant the human suddenly had a whole lot of love and support, when one of these aliens decided to zoom into their life.

And well, when Breakdown met them and saw just how close the other guys are with them, and how nice they are treated by this fleshie, who's to blame the poor mech for falling for them too?

Knockout flirted with them once, and caught feelings when they laughed and flirted right back at him.

The rest of the ship caught feelings for the little organic faster than the cosmic rust, with the High Command being the most confused and vary over trying to express their feelings about it.

After all, their human isn't just a partner of one Steve.

They are a partner of all Steves, and soon of the Insecticon troops as well, with officers falling prey to their charms one after the other. In a sense, they have the whole ship wrapped around their tiny fingers, and soon they earn the affection of the Communications officer, Second in command and the Lord of Decepticons as well.

With ALOT of compromising and weekly reminders amongst the top three, that their human loves everyone aboard the Nemesis. The whole Nemesis.

How they manage that, remains a mystery to everyone aboard and yet, the morale has never been higher, so who is going to look a gift horse in the mouth? Noone, that's who.

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Steve drives them through the groundbridge straight into the command center.

Sondwave greets them with a merry tune, Lazerbeak chirping happily as they are swooped up into familiar well maintained servos.

"Here you are, " Knockout kisses their face all over, before glaring at Steve. "If I remember correctly, today was MY turn to pick OUR lovely fleshie up"

"But you just did sir," Steve answers prompting a groan out of Knockout, before rushing off towards the barracks laughing.

"So, what ARE you guys planning?"

"We can't tell you just yet," Dreadwing smiles at them. Skyquake is leaning against his twin, nodding.

"It would ruin the surprise."

They pout and look at the ceiling.

"Not even an itsy-bitsy clue? Come onnnn, you guys have been driving me crazy for long enough."

Airachnid giggles, skittering off her perch and extending a welcoming servo for them to step on. She holds them close to her spark, heels clicking as she walks.

"Not even that. Orders from the Second in Command."

"I thought you were ALSO Second in command."

"Who isn't at this point," Shockwave points out when the femme places them in his servo, pressing a quick kiss before dragging the two warriors with her, off to who-knows-where. Being carried and placed from servo to servo was a thing that took some time to get used to, and yet, they are always handled with such care and love they can't really stay mad at their partners for too long.

They gaze up into the red optic staring at them.

"Shockyyyyy,"

"No,"

"Shockerrrrs,"

"The answer is still no," his voice is firm and unyielding, but his finials are wiggling in amusement.

Whatever the others are preparing is clearly going to be good.

"Come on, can't you just tell me? " they try again, genuine laughter from the Warlord snapping their attention to the entrance. Disappointment setting in when he is not actually standing there.

>>Patience, little one,<< the recording echoes from Soundwave, who steps through the groundbridge a moment later, with parting words of

"And enjoy the show."

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And what a show it was. Almost an hour of all fliers, spinning and looping around each other, acrobatics of transforming mid-flight to blow them a kiss, before transforming again and resuming what has clearly been practiced time and time again with how perfect their forms were.

They couldn't look away even if they tried, each segment of them all dancing in the air grander than the last, topped off by Predaking creating rings of fire for them all to fly through.

It was a spectacle of the kind they have never seen.

Their excitement has them almost jumping in place when all commanders return to the bridge, optics twinkling with glee at their s/o and their clear enjoyment and pride.

"That was just the start," Starscream smirks knowingly, with Breakdown presenting them with a thick coat.

"Just wait till you see what our Liege has in store for you,".

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They honestly expected a gladiator match. Hardshell, Dreadwing and Skyquake against Megatron and Soundwave. Or perhaps some sort of a firing range, or anything that would indicate a show of strength, or precision and cunning. They wouldn't be surprised if the Warlord somehow decided to do it all inside of an ice cave just for the extra challenge.

They didn't expect to be taken to one of the empty mines.

They did not expect there to be decorations put up, a mix of what they know to be Cybertronian designs with different Earth influences mixing into them all and still looking stunning in their own way.

And they did not expect every grounder of the Nemesis to be present.

"What is all this?" they ask, their eyes roaming over everyone. Their frames polished, their engines humming in sync, as they all break into a song.

A song about them.

They caught a glimpse of the title one night, when Megatron forgot to put that particular datapad away.

"Oh it's nothing," he waved their question off, settling them down in their bed above his berth.

"Megs, what are you planning?"

His grin and a tilt of his helm had them laughing, the expression on their face earning them a chuckle of his own, and yet no answer beyond the teasing "You'll see".

Any questions directed at others about what they think could be in the works, were met with the same grin and chuckles of "You'll see, it's a surprise."

Arms wrap around them from behind.

"Happy holidays," Steve says, nuzzling his helm against their head.

"Care for a dance?"

Dating Steve had many perks. Dating the whole Nemesis, has around a million more. And they have all night to count them all, as they dance and laugh with their wretched, evil, horrible, no good Decepticons.

At a house somewhere on the planet, there stands a very, very irked Makeshift, currently tangled in strings of lights, reminding himself that he is a vital part of the operation "Our Human Will Have The Best Holiday Celebration". He's been bossed around this way and that, without much rhyme or reason for a week now, and at this point, he would much prefer to listen to a certain Seeker screaming his voicebox raw, than to be listening to yet another round of 'All I want for Christmas'.

He will have someones spark if he isn't the one that gets to cuddle with The Spark of Nemesis for at least a week after his mission is complete. He knows those will be well deserved after the madness he's being put through.