#transformers earthspark x reader

[ghoulishconey]

Christmas cuddles 🐝❤️

I know bee is a bit off but in my defense, never drew him from earth spark before.

Based on a fanfic called “all I want for Christmas is you” by @techhiz

[jweekgoji]

You can do Transformers Earthspark Megatron x Female reader where both were conjux but are divorced, the reader is only with the autobots so as not to be in the cells also that both had a sparkling but who is with the weckers, let's say that the relationship between Megatron and the reader was nice at first but everything changed in the war, Megatron treated the reader and her Sparkling badly, let's say that now the reader doesn't like to be around Megatron especially when she sees how he treats Twich like a daughter, but Megatron still wants to have something with Reader

Megatron/Femme!Reader [TFES]

tw: brief mentions of past trauma, past toxic relationships, guilt. additional tags: Cybertronian!Reader, Femme!Reader word count: ~1,9k a/n: I liked how they handled Starscream and Megatron's dialogue in s1, too bad it was wasted.

You had no right to be angry with the terrans. Born in this strange world, far from the home planet, they had no idea who they were or what their fate would be. To most humans, they were nothing but a threat. To your race, they were the only ray of hope for the future.

So why can't you still look away from them without a twinge of anger deep within your spark? Why is it that every time a small, scarlet terran tries to learn more about you, you throw that sharp, irritated look in her direction?

Another, yet another, long, languid day at the former G.H.O.S.T base, which has received a small rebranding, now completely at the disposal of the Autobots. You are completely focused on the monitor screen in front of your optics, your fingertips gently pressing each key.

You have no desire whatsoever to spend your entire attention on this useless waste of time. You would gladly leave this Primus-damned planet if you could.

And yet, you're happy to forget about everything around you for a second. That constant, loud laughter under your pedes when one of the Malto family runs past you, chasing after one of their siblings. Arcee tried to crack a joke or two whenever you two passed each other. Prime, for some reason, has decided that you need his painfully pathetic speeches about how if you need any help, you can always go to him.

It would seem that only Elita, of all the veterans, could understand you in any way.

You would gladly spend cycles alone with any of them on an island far from civilisation, only if it meant you would never have to see him again.

“Will you teach me some new moves in the air?” Twitch sits on Megatron's shoulder, looking at the older mech with her those big, yellow optics. “That moves with your arm cannon really inspired me!”

The little Terran blatantly thrusts her arm forward, automatically, activating her own weapon. A quiet scoff escaped from Megatron as he watches over the drone, noting her usual excited and very determined expression. Out of all the group, she seems to be taking the leader's role the most.

“If you promise not to shoot anyone here,” he gently reaches for Twitch, using his pointing finger to lower her arm cannon down, a soft smile plastered on his face.

The crimson terran's optics are focusing on Megatron's own, before she quickly glances towards you, the miniature pair of rotor wings bristling in admiration.

“And— we can take (...) with us too! I heard you two were an amazing pair back on Cybertron!” Twitch carefully stands up before starting to circle around in the air.

It's hard not to notice how much the young terran seeks to hold her deep respect for you, despite the clear ignorance you show her every single time she tries to speak with you. That naive childish adoration is cute, in some way, reminding you of the time when your own sparkling was once as bold and trusting as her.

You really shouldn't hold the grudge against her just because you feel that twisted sense of jealousy because of what you dreamed of so much, but never had the chance to get it.

Megatron's red optics track the terran across the room, only to lock onto your frame, once you were mentioned. He felt a pang of regret every single time he saw you. The memories of your shared past never left the impact on his mind, even though he tried so hard to get over it. For both yours and his sake too.

‘It's been countless solar cycles, Megatron. Don't make it harder for her,’ Optimus' words ringing in his mind. If only it was that easy.

He should have just focused on his own job, dealing with what is left of his past troops, the leftover of G.H.O.S.T's impact, but would it actually help him? To dig his own sick guilt and remorse somewhere deep down, in some naive hopes that everything can just magically go back to how it was? To pretend that it's fine to forget and run away from your past mistakes?

No, it wouldn't be fair to himself. Not to mention, everything he did against you was never fair to you in the first place. Shaking his helm, Megatron tries to reach for the terran, tell her that it's not the time now, and later, he will give her all his time and attention to guide the young one in her path.

That was, until Twitch wrapped her tiny servos around your own, looking up at you with those same optics she gave to Megatron, as if hoping she could somehow warm up your cold spark to her, to make you forget of whatever held you down from accepting her.

Poor thing. Thinking she is somehow the core source of your problems, even though she has no idea what exactly she has done, except for just being born in the wrong place and time.

“Please? I promise to listen, ma'am!” Twitch slightly, tightens her hold on your servo, the smile still as innocent as ever.

The tension is palpable. For just a moment, the three of you don't let out a single word. Everyone was focused on you, and only you stood in the center of their attention.

You sigh, looking towards the young terran right next to you. It will pain you to deny her, you think, but it is for the best as you try to reassure yourself once again.

“Twitch, you shouldn't—” Megatron tries to step out towards you and get the terran back away from you, only to be interrupted by your own voice.

“I'm afraid I can't help you with that for now, Twitch,” you say, using this calm, soft motherly voice of yours. “But be aware. Not everyone here deserves your trust.”

That smile slowly drops from Twitch's face as soon as she sees you pulling away from her, her little servos grasping the air, once where you were standing. That look you gave her somehow reminded her of her own mother.

Dot would come back after a long day of work, welcomed by the whole family, and despite how tired and overworked she was, she never dared to let them know about it. Muscles tense, aching and begging for rest, and constant headache from dealing with some people seem to never leave her alone. And yet, she still kept her smile. Still has the strength to use that sweet voice of hers every time she speaks to the young Maltos.

Even then...why did you look with nothing but hatred and disgust towards Megatron?

The quiet shut of the door left only Megatron and Twitch standing in the room. The little one slowly stepped down on the ground, blinking a few times in confusion. She still couldn't take her gaze away from the door, as if hoping that you might come back and join them after all.

“What...what did I do wrong?” she asks quietly, the question hanging in the air.

Megatron clenched his teeth, trying to suppress his own anger— no, he had no right to be angry. That was the truth after all, isn't it? None of the terrans knew what actually happened before, when he was the leader of the Decepticons, the infamous warlord responsible for the deaths of thousands, if not much more, innocent lives.

He deserves to feel that pain; the cold truth will always hurt, no matter how much he tries to numb the harsh, stabbing feeling inside his spark. Hearing it from you, for some reason, always felt the worst.

Slowly, he lowers himself to one knee, looking down at Twitch, as if silently trying to apologize, for what had happened. No one was supposed to be involved in this conflict.

“Don't trouble your mind with these thoughts, little bird,” Megatron gently lifts her chin with a single digit, making the young terran look up at him. “I promise to come back to you as soon as I can.”

If only he had told you the same before and reassured you with the same care he held deep for his mentee.

It was so confusing. Watching every single day, how soft and attentive the ex-warlord can be for a sparkling that were not even his, and yet, abandoning his family for his own cruel ambitions.

Standing outside the autobots' base, you at least had some bits of privacy that was left up to you. No one to judge, no one to stare with these sorry optics, with nothing but pity in them.

Primus seems to be especially disappointed with you today, taking away the only peace and quiet you had for today.

“You can hate and despise me however you want, I would never have held it against you,” the familiar, deep voice is quick to disturb your thoughts, but this time, somehow softer.

Megatron takes a few slow steps, stopping right behind you, but not daring to come any closer. He would be grateful if you even stayed to listen to him without running out the first second you spot him in your proximity.

There is a brief pause between the two of you, followed by nothing but your sinister silence. Not even a single drop of respect for him, as you didn't even look back at your ex-conjunx.

“But please,” the word sounds so foreign coming from him; for a moment, you even amuse yourself thinking he really changed. “Don't take it out on them.”

You feel your right optic twitch at that.

“Is that the only thing you wanted to talk with me about?” you finally speak, turning to face the silver mech who stood tall next to you. “And you have the audacity of asking something from me?”

Such hypocrisy. It doesn't help you feel any better at all once you notice those guilty red optics staring at you, as if reminding you of how small you will look to others, no matter how hard you try to hide behind a mask.

Like you ever needed their pity for you.

The silver mech studies your face. Tired, war-worn, so exhausted, just like his own. You're barely holding back from collapsing from all the responsibilities on your shoulders, both as the ‘autobot’ and the carrier first. He should have never left you alone, but that would be pointless to think about now.

“I won't...try to defend my past mistakes, and I know that there is nothing I can do to erase all the pain I caused to you and to our sparkling,” optics lowered to the ground, expression hardening, trying to gather his own thoughts, before meeting your gaze once again.

“All I want is to let you see how I have changed,” Megatron steps closed, hesitantly, he continues. “Would you give me a chance to make things right for you, my dear?”

A silence.

Megatron feels a flicker of hope in his spark. Lips curled into a small frown, trying to hide his own uncertainty. Cycles before, back in the past, when the war between the Autobots and the Decepticons hadn't struck the Earth, he would have snapped back. He reminded you of your own place underneath him, so you would never even have a single thought of defying him.

But he would never hurt you again, never raise his voice at you— just let him keep you safe from the remnants of the war he once caused; he promises you that. If only you let him show you that.

But then you step back.

“Starscream was right about you,” your voice now, filled with nothing but coldness. “You will always be the same tyrant who once betrayed those who trusted you with their own spark.”

[loo-looland]

*𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐩'𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞*

Me: dad?

Optimus: yeah ✌︎( ᐛ )✌︎

Prowl: No

[random-fandom1984]

MASTER LIST

Request are open!

ALLOWED:

●Fluff ●Yandere ●Angst ●Crossovers ●Character x Reader ●Character x Character ●References to other fandoms ●Comfort ●Headcanons ●Reader/Character from one dimension/universe getting sent to a different one (tfp x tfa, trollhunters x zak storm, etc)

●others to be added

NOT ALLOWED:

●NSFW ●Pedophilia ●Incest ●Certain sensitive topics (rape, abuse, etc) ●Other's OC's (I don't have the confidence to do that)

I also have a master list of poems I'm making

Poems Master List

FANDOMS

Transformers

Tfa:

General: - Predacon! Reader in TFA

Optimus Prime - Wattpad Story: Deadly Voice - Yandere! TFP! & TFA! Optimus x Chubby! Gn Reader Ratchet Prowl Bumblebee Bulkhead Jazz Jettwins Ultra Magnus Megatron Starscream (+clones) Lugnut Blitzwing Blackarachnia/Elita-1 Grimlock Wreck-Gar Soundwave Longarm Prime/Shockwave - All It Takes Is A Potion to Show How Much I'm Obsessed With You Wasp/Waspinator

Tfp:

Optimus Prime - Yandere TFP! & TFA! Optimus x Chubby! Gn Reader Ratchet Arcee Cliffjumper Smokescreen Bumblebee - Bumblebee x SG! Cybertronian Reader Bulkhead Wheeljack Ultra Magnus Megatron - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Starscream - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Soundwave - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Shockwave - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Predaking - Decepticons Meets Sparklings 5t3v3(Steve) - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Knockout - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Breakdown - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Dreadwing - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Arachnid Unicron

Tfe

Optimus - Sparklings Megatron - Sparklings Bumblebee - Sparklings Elita-1 - Sparklings Soundwave - Sparklings Shockwave - Sparklings Tarantulas - Sparklings Terrans(PLATONIC ONLY) Swindle Starscream

Tfg1

Optimus Prime - Calling Optimus Prime Dad Prowl Jazz Bumblebee Ratchet Megatron Starscream Skywarp Thundercracker Reflector Soundwave - Soundwave x Cybertronian Reader Part 1 -Clinging to Sanity or Embrace the Fantasy (Yandere! Platonic! Soundwave + teenager! Reader) Shockwave Grimlock Unicron Other Autobots and Decepticons

Tfbw

Optimus Primal Rattrap Rhinox Cheetor -His Sea Goddess (Cheetor x Cybertronian Reader with an Octopus alt-mode) Dinobot Megatron Tarantulas Waspinator

Tfrid2015

Bumblebee Sideswipe Strongarm Fix-it Grimlock Drift Steeljaw Thunderhoof Fracture Underbite Saberhorn

TF1

Orion Pax/Optimus Prime D-16/Megatron B-127/Bumblebee Elita-1 Starscream Soundwave Shockwave Sentinel Prime

LEGO MONKIE KID

Mk Mei Red Son Jin & Yin Spider Queen Azure Lion Macaque Sun Wukong Nezha Syntax Huntsman Goliath (Strong Spider) Peng Lady Bone Demon Not Mayor

ZAK STORM

Zak Storm (PLATONIC ONLY) Cece Crogar Clovis (PLATONIC ONLY) Caramba (PLATONIC ONLY) Calabrass (PLATONIC ONLY) Golden Bones

Trollhunters/3Below/Wizards

Angor Rot Gunmar Bular Aaarrrgghh Blinky (Blinkous) Nomura Draal Krel Tarron & Aja Tarron (PLATONIC ONLY) Varvatos Tronos Madu Zadra Zeron Alpha Nari Skrael Bellroc

Cookie Run Kingdom

Gingerbrave (PLATONIC ONLY) Wizard Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY) Strawberry Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY) Custard Cookie Ⅲ (PLATONIC ONLY) Chili Pepper Cookie Licorice Cookie Poison Mushroom Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY) Dark Choco Cookie Red Velvet Cookie Pomegranate Cookie Dark Enchantress Cookie Pure Vanilla Cookie White Lily Cookie Hollyberry Cookie Golden Cheese Cookie Dark Cacao Cookie Princess Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY) Knight Cookie (PLANTONIC ONLY) Caramel Arrow Cookie Crunchy Chip Cookie Affogato Cookie Captain Caviar Cookie Black Pearl Cookie/White Pearl Cookie Shadow Milk Cookie Mystic Flour Cookie

Others to be added

Adventure Time: Fionna & Cake

Fionna Cake (PLATONIC ONLY) Gary Marshall Lee Scarab Prismo Simon (PLATONIC ONLY) Marceline (Vampireworld version) Bonnibell Bubblegum (Vampireworld version)

WHEN REQUESTING (More rules will be added later):

●Include the fact whether or not your request is platonic or romantic; If romantic, is Y/n or character in a relationship, and if not, who is the romantic interest(s)?

●Give me some of the plot of what you're thinking for your request. If you don't, and I don't know what you want it to be about, or I can't think of what to make up- Example:

Optimus x Reader. Angst. Reader is male.

I don't know what the plot should be, or what it should involve. Like, if it's good enough that I can think of what it could be, then yeah, sure, but that will be a rare chance with me. But if it's like this- Example:

Aaarrrgghh x Reader. Comfort. Basically, the reader has had a bad day at work/school, and the two of them just cuddle and enjoy the silence in each other's arms, slowly falling asleep.

Then I will be able to think of how it can go because you gave me what you want to include in your request, but now how, I will be able to get behind that.

● I can make the reader be based off of another character, like- Examples:

-Vox! Reader in Trollhunters

-Reader as Ratchet's little sister in Transformers: Generation 1

Anything! Whatever you want as long as it's allowed.

●If your request involves something that isn't allowed, then it will be ignored.

That's everything for now! Request away!

[cosmic-cogs]

I have ideas yet no motivation to write but hear me out

Bot/con of your choise x reader

There is a bot/con stranded on Earth, alone and injured, they barely have the strength to pull themselves the safety of a cave not too far from where they crashed, animals evacuating the are as quickly as they could. They loose consiousness, thinking this'd be the last thing they see but one day, after the years have taken their toll on the bot/con, their optics finally flicker back on, light so dim the creature infront of them could barely tell the difference, and the same as them, the large alien couldn't tell what was infront of them.

The human did what they could, using whatever they had to connect or seal the cut wiring, mend the torn metal, doing what they could to stop the bleeding, cleaning away the rust, caring for this stranger the best they knew how to. It wouldn't heal the bot/con, but it'd keep them alive, that was enough for both of them

Till one day, they are found. The bot/con carried away to safety by allies who wonder how they could still live, what has been caring for their injured friend, and the human has to come back to an empty cave with no sign of their injured friend.

They couldn't move on their own, not far anyway.

So, had another human found them?

Judging by the size of the foot steps on the ground, no.

They were alone, their friend taken away to who knows where, who knows if they'd ever see one another again, who knows if they were even on the same planet.

All they had was the hope that whoever had found them could heal what the couldn't

[loo-looland]

I just I just I SEE RACHET ACTUALLY DOING THIS

dont worry it`s just new anesthesia method

[magicalbunbun]

New au

In this au, y/n is megatron twin, so after megatron betrayal all decepticons are looking at him to be the new leader no matter what.

So in short way, forced responsibility on y/n who didn't want to be the leader.

Y/n is a big gentle mech but can be brutal if need to. Usually y/n is in control room doing everything mostly fixing up everything what megatron left, if y/n is not in control room is mostly he is flying around with the seekers to take a break but most of it he is either way with soundwave or thundercracker, he dose like the planet earth and is deciding if the deceptions should stay on earth or go back to cybertron (most want to stay)

This au is mix of tfp x earthspark x idw, so the characters can look different.

Au name: true leader

[runicarbiter02]

I’m sure this is a very common take, but I haven’t had any motivation to write fandom stuff lately, so I wanted to get this little bit down while I had the inspiration

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Being the human partner of a Cybertronian, any Cybertronian really, and turning this huge, hulking, intimidating bot into a giant mechanical cat with some gentle touches, some kisses, and sweet words. Standing on your bot’s shoulder, gently stroking a hand over their cheekplate, and listening to that earthshaking rumble of their engine as they purr. Your bot gently nudging you with their cheek or nose when you stop, silently insisting the continued touch and affectionate words. Your bot mass displacing and crawling into your bed, arranging pillows on your lap before laying their head down and promptly falling into a well deserved recharge. (Let’s pretend that they wouldn’t shatter the bed frame just by putting a little weight on it, lmao-) Your bot trying to teach you chirolinguistics, not realizing that you don’t have the same kinds of sensors in your palm as they do, leaving you incredibly confused. Your bot relishing in the tiny flickers of unabashed emotion they get from your very weak organic EM field. Singing softly to your bot, only for them to croon one of their favorite Cybertronian tunes right back, and the both of you giggling over just how vastly different your music is from each other’s. Your bot trying to teach you the Cybertronian language, and you trying to teach them about human art/literature/philosophy/etc. You and your bot being soft and cute and fluffy. Send tweet 🏃‍♀️💨

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I hope you don’t mind me tagging you, but you’re the one who motivated me to get back into writing!!! This lil drabble certainly isn’t my best work, but it’s the most I’ve done in awhile, haha @revelboo

[rotting-decepticon]

MERFORMERS MATING BEHAVIOR

(i may add to this/change things in the future! the au belongs to my friend @muletia ! some merformers don’t have special mating rituals, so if you see one without a courtship ritual, this is why, and they simply court like regular merformers.)

OPTIMUS PRIME (BLUE WHALE/SPERM WHALE)

as a blue whale…

in real life, male blue whales produce complex songs to attract females and establish dominance! this carries onto Optimus himself, making a unique song for his fated mate! as a human, while you may not understand his language nor his intentions, it’s flattering he’d want to sing for you! if you hum/whistle back, expect to be dragged into the water, since you accepted the whales courting song <3

as a sperm whale…

in real life, sperm whale mating involves males competing for females through "jousting" or "sperm whale fencing," where they clash heads to establish dominance, and females may choose the strongest male. Males migrate to warmer waters to breed, but Optimus doesn’t participate in this because he has you <3 he will also fight off any Decepticons or Autobots (he always apologizes to his comrades after) trying to court you until you accept his mating attempts.

RATCHET (SEA LION/WALRUS/CLOWNFISH)

as a sea lion…

in real life, female sea lions initiate courtship and copulation by displaying submissive postures in front of the male, and males are polygamous, mating with more than one female, and maintain territories during the breeding season of May to August, with territorial behavior. merformers however only have one mate, so theirs is a little different. males often fight for territory and protect it, waiting for their mates. usually in their territories are their dens, where they will protect their pups once their mates gives birth, and will protect that den with their lives, especially if they have a mate and pups to protect! if you so happen to be in a submissive posture in front if Ratchet, he may take it as a mating invitation and mount you.

as a walrus…

In real life, adult males make taps, knocks, pulses, and bell sounds underwater to attract females and show superiority. Fighting occur/ between males who “joust” with their tusks, with mating takes place in the water. So for Ratchet, he’ll fight off any other ‘potential mates’ until you accept his mating attempts, where he’ll take you under the water to mate, before taking you to his den.

as a clownfish…

Males attract females through courting behavior characterized by extended fins, biting, and chasing. During spawning, the males become increasingly aggressive. When spawning begins, the male will chase the female to the nest at which time the female will make several passes over the nest until she releases her eggs. In merformers, the female usually passes out after spawning due to exhaustion, where their mate will care for them and the eggs or young (if they give live birth) until they wake up, watching over the eggs/young is shared between parents, one protecting them while the other hunts. For Ratchet, expect him to be following or chasing you around the island and in water, gently nipping and biting at you until you accept his mating attempts!

ARCEE (SEA OTTER)

In real life, Mating is aquatic and often involves violent and prolonged copulations during which the male approaches the female from behind and grasps her face and nose with his teeth, sometimes pulling her head underwater while attempting to subdue her, and will mate with her near taking and on a haulout rock of the female's choosing. So once its mating season, beware of entering the water with Arcee, as she may approach you from behind and begin her mating behavior, even dragging you towards a rock to mate. She’ll make it up to you after, however <3

SMOKESCREEN & BUMBLEBEE (SEALS)

In real life, males initiate true mating behavior by chasing, neck- and flipper-biting, and embracing. When approached, females respond by growling, head-thrusting, and flipper-waving. Copulation usually takes place in the water. For Smokescreen, he may be more or less aggressive, constantly biting, chasing, and embracing you until you accept his advances, with Bumblebee being a bit more gentle since he’s afraid of actually hurting you.

BULKHEAD (MANATEE/SEA TURTLE)

as a manatee…

Mating takes place in the water in a variety of postures. Breeding herds consist of one cow in estrus accompanied by several bulls. An estrus female can be pursued for weeks by several males. The cow often twists and turns violently, apparently to escape her suitors. While Bulkhead isn’t in a breeding herd since almost everyone left the island, during mating season, expect Bulkhead to mate with you as soon as you enter the water, he will apologize after though.

as a sea turtle…

In real life, The male sea turtle climbs onto the female turtle’s back and holds on to her carapace with the long, sharp claws of his front flippers. The way he hooks on to the edge of the female’s shell often results in a scratched shell and bleeding wounds in the soft parts of her body. Copulation can take place on the surface or under water. Because of this, you aren’t safe on land, so be careful! While Bulkhead will try to be gentle with you, it’s hard with his claws.. after mating, he will tend to any wounds he may have left behind.

WHEELJACK (SWORDS-FISH)

In real life, males use their gonopodium to fertilize females, who can store sperm for later use, enabling multiple births from a single mating session. However, since merformers only have one mate for their entire lives, swordsfish merformers will fight for their mates to ward off any potential mates but also as a show of strength, so expect Wheeljack to fight with the others often, to showing off his strength as a potential mate. Please just accept his courtship advances, the poor Autobots already have to fight off the Decepticons they don’t need to deal with a horny and aggressive swordsfish merformer </3

MEGATRON (LEOPARD SEAL/ORCA)

as a leopard seal…

In real life, during mating season, the females and males make long-distance mating calls to each other, and during mating, growl at each other continuously, sometimes the male even bites the other. So be careful humming or whistling too close to Megatron during mating season, as he may think of it as a mating call and you’ll end up being bred by the horny seal.

as a orca/killer whale…

In real life, mating behavior involves both males and females having multiple partners, with mating occurring within stable social groups (pods) and often appearing similar to general play behavior, including chasing, physical contact, and fluke slaps! Since Megatron considers the Decepticons his ‘pod’, expect them to be around most of the mating process, and with Megatron chasing or touching you until you accept his advances!

STARSCREAM (SAILFISH)

In real life, unlike other billfish, sailfish have a unique mating ritual where females attract males by waving their sails above the surface. Spawning occurs with males and females swimming in pairs or with two or three males chasing a single female, male-female pairs form and reproduce through external fertilization, where the female releases her eggs into the water column while the male releases his sperm, which some sailfish may do if they don’t feel like carrying the eggs to term. At first, after ‘courting’ you (aka you just showing off something to Starscream and him mistaking it for courting), Starscream may at first attempt said external fertilization, only to be confused when you don’t produce eggs. Eventually he mates with you regularly after recovering from his embarrassment.

SOUNDWAVE (OCTOPUS/STRINGRAY)

as an octopus…

In real life, when it’s mating time, the male will stand in an arched posture and use a pumping action to maneuver their spermatophore (a along the length of the arm which holds rows of sperm called a spermatophore) down their arm till it lands safely in their hectocotylus (basically the ‘sex arm’, since octopi have no genitals) Their sperm packets travel down their arm about every 15 minutes during an hour-long mating period. Then, a male will mount a female’s mantle in the hopes of making a quick getaway in case she changes her mind while he’s making his sperm deposit. Males must proceed with caution and be tactical in their approach because some female octopuses have cannibalistic tendencies. Because of such, expect Soundwave to be very cautious during mating you, as he also would not want to be eaten, so he will pin you down and restrain you during mating, but will be very gentle as to not cause you harm. After mating however, expect him to be very attentive, at times forcing you to eat if he must. This is because female octopuses usually die after the eggs hatch (in real life female octopuses protect the eggs she lay, but for merformers carey eggs most of the time until they hatch or lay them a week or two before) because she doesn’t eat, and Soundwave doesn’t want you to die! You’re his mate, after all…

as a stingray…

in real life, stingray mating behavior involves males pursuing females, often biting their fins and body, with some bites preceding copulation to maintain contact, and females may flee from persistent males. So if you’re in water, beware of Soundwave, as he will bite and pursue you until you agree to mate.

SHOCKWAVE (JELLYFISH/ANGLERFISH)

as a jellyfish…

In real life, while most jellyfish reproduce by releasing sperm and eggs into the water, some species, like Copula sivickisi, have a more elaborate mating ritual involving a "courtship dance" where the male uses his tentacles to grab a female, drag her around, and then transfer a sperm packet to her, which she then stores in her stomach. When Shockwave realizes you can’t just release eggs like his species can, he’s fine with doing it the ‘regular way’, being careful not to sting you. He’s not embarrassed like Starscream, since he realized more quickly than the other did.

as an anglerfish…

In the bizarre mating ritual of some deep-sea anglerfish species, tiny males latch onto much larger females, often permanently fusing with them, becoming a sexual parasite and relying on the female for nutrients, while providing sperm for fertilization. While Shockwave is.. aware of his species “un logical” way of reproducing, he may have some small, unique traits even if he won’t.. “fuse” with you. For example, if you were to eventually carry the creatures (affectionate) eggs, expect him to latch onto you and be a bit more clingy (in his own ‘cold’ way), and barely leaving your side, only leaving to hunt for food for the both of you.

KNOCKOUT (LIONFISH/"BLUE DRAGON" or Glaucus atlanticus)

as a lionfish…

in real life, lionfish mating involves males initiating courtship by searching for females, resting beside them, and then circling before ascending to the surface with the female, where they release two mucus-coated egg clusters that are then fertilized by the male. Knockout, since he’s more familiar with humans than the other Decepticons, knows this won’t work, so he settles for simply doing it the other way. He will, however, still circle around you anytime you’re in water, both because he’s happy to see you but also to show you’re his mate, not anyone else’s!

as a blue dragon…

Blue dragons, being hermaphroditic sea slugs, require mating with another individual to produce viable eggs, and their mating behavior involves careful navigation to avoid stinging each other, resulting in strings of eggs laid on floating objects. Knockout is very careful not to accidentally poison or sting you while mating, and if you are hurt when mating, he will be quick to tend to you.

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"It’s almost a game now, watching you and pretending to let down his guard. Waiting to see when you’ll seize an opportunity that he’s given you, because he almost enjoys the challenge of catching you again and again." ... so tarantulas is into pred/prey play is what im hearing /hj

Honestly, I’d think any Cybertronian with an animalistic alt like him, Waspinator, or Grimlock would love pred/prey play or hunting a partner. And the behavior might get accidentally triggered without meaning to

18+ scenario content 🌶️

Waspinator x Reader

• Finally back? Antenna perking up as the door opens, he knocks over an end table to greet you. Hearing your startled inhale as he picks you up, mandibles grazing your cheek and neck. And hissing softly at the new scent on you. A stranger’s scent instead of his. Venting against you, he ignores your attempts to push his head away as he chases that unwanted smell.

• He’s always clingy, but this is different. Is he smelling you? And it clicks, one of your coworkers had given you a hug. “Personal space,” you tell him, pushing at him more firmly and he catches your fingers in his mandibles, his servos dragging you flush to him and then pushing you both back until your back hits the wall. Shocking you since he’s always fidgety and submissive, but not now. He’s agitated.

• “Waspinator’s friend. Waspinator’s hive,” he hisses letting you tug your fingers from his mandibles so he can run them and his inner mouth against your throat. Feels you shudder against him as he rubs himself against you, replacing that scent with his. Wings buzzing in agitation as his glossa slides against your warm throat and you make a new noise that thrums through him. Hands catching you and lifting you to pin more firmly against him.

• Mortified as he moves against you, you know it’s been a while for you, but you can’t believe your blood is heating at the feel of him touching you. That you want more. And you could smack him and he’d drop you and go back to his normal oddly sweet awkwardness like this never happened, you’re sure of it. “Waspinator’s,” he insists, buzzing voice deepening as his servos fight with your clothes. Growling at you when you try to help him figure out how to strip you, aware of his claws tearing your clothes. Of him pushing you back against the wall and his spike branding your inner thigh as he shifts against you.

• Can’t stop, doesn’t want to. Feeling your hands on him, not pushing him away or yelling. Allowing this as he shifts his grip until he finds you. Your scent shifting into something new, something he needs as he pulls you down onto his spike. Hearing your gasping cry, stirring predatory instincts as he moves against you. Claiming what’s his, making sure you understand that he has you and that you’re his in return.

Tarantulas x Reader

• “I’m sorry. What now?” Looming over you, he twists his clawed servos together as his extra legs twitch. Obviously almost as embarrassed about the request as you are. Because he’s asking you to strip naked and let him chase you through the woods. Know he has some odd impulses sometimes, like when you’d accidentally found out that he’s like a cat about pouncing on you when he’s triggered by sudden movement. If he startles you badly enough you duck or move away, he lunges after you, snaring you in his legs. And then gets embarrassed about it and it’s kind of sweet.

• Mandibles flexing, his shoulders hunch at your tone. “We don’t have to,” he says. Freezing when you begin stripping for him. Honestly, shocked you’re willing to go along with this for him. “You can have a head start.” Extra legs reaching forward to slide against your skin, growling a protest when you back out of reach. Smiling uncertainly up at him before you take off. And he knows what he just said, but he’s immediately lunging after you, excitement spinning him tight.

• Glancing back over your shoulder and not finding him, an odd thrill spins through you. Where is he? He’d said you were getting a head start, but apparently not. For being so big, you should be able to hear him, but you can’t and it’s an expected shiver of uncertainty. Yelping when a web snags your ankle and he’s on you before you can hit the ground, catching you in his legs. Servos gripping your hips as his extra limbs catch your wrists and ankles to spread you helpless, guiding his spike to you and driving deep as you whimper his name. Those mandibles grazing your throat.

Grimlock x Reader

• “It’s not like I was flirting with him, so stop growling at me.” As much as you love the big moron, it’s impossible to have an actual conversation with him. Know it’s not his fault, what happened to him at Shockwave’s hands and it makes your heart ache for him when he tries so hard to understand something and just gets angry about it. But sometimes he’s just so exhausting. And you know better than to turn your back on him when you’re arguing, but you just can’t deal with his temper right now. “I can talk to whoever I want.”

• Growling as you storm off, he stalks after you. Hating that he can’t say the things he wants to, that he can’t always remember things correctly. But you? You’re a constant in the chaos, soft hands touching his face and calm voice easing his tension. And he can’t understand or stand you ignoring him now. Eyes angry when you look back at him, he hooks an arm around you, hearing your gasp go straight through him when your feet leave the ground. “Don’t you dare, Grimlock,” you snarl at him as he dumps you on your soft bedding and pins you with a hand between your shoulder blades. “I’m mad at you.”

• And he’s not listening at all, tugging your pants down and kneeling behind you. Kicking against his chassis as his mask retracts and he vents against the inside of your thigh. “Grimlock fix,” he growls against you, your protest that he can’t start an argument and fix it with sex faltering when his glossa slides against you. Fingers fisting in your bedding as his glossa drives inside you, stroking deep. Apologizing in his own way as your thighs tremble.

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

Earthspark Bumblebee x Reader: Garage Service

Bumblebee x reader, gender neutral AFAB, racially ambiguous, blow jobs, eating Bumblebee out, cock worship, edging, Bumblebee has had enough and fucks reader

“Shit! It’s yours! No one is gonna take it from you!” Bumblebee whined. He sat in your garage with his legs spread. You worked up his valve with your hand firmly around his spike. Your lips wandered over his exterior node up past his puffy lips and to the base of his spike.

You had been working Bee up for what felt like hours. His chubby spike leaking into your hand as you edged him. You shoved his spike as far as it could go into your mouth making Bumblebee hiss and grab the back of your head trying to pull you off. “Don’t hurt yourself on it!” He pulled you off his spike with a wet pop. Bee panted seeing your dazed lovestruck look as a string of your spit still connected you to his spike. “I don’t want to have to explain to Dorothy or Optimus why I had to take you to the hospital for a ripped up throat.”

You only smiled back at Bumblebee making his yellow faceplate flush blue as he tried not to smile back. “Don’t look at me like that,” he scolded pressing his dermas into a thin line. You only laughed at how hard he was holding a smile back which ended up breaking him. He couldn’t help the snort and smile that popped out of him.

“Dumbass,” he chided playfully. “You act like I’ve never spiked you down.” He released his grip on you but still kept his servo on the back of your head to stroke at your hair. “It’s your fault,” you teased rubbing your hand up his chubby spike. You couldn’t wrap your fingers fully around his girth even if you tried.

“Oh? How is it my fault?” Bee tried to keep his cool with your soft hand teasing up his cock.

You smeared his transfluid around his tip with your thumb. “You go around looking like this. Big broad chasis and cute face,” you purred giving Bee’s spike a kiss. “I’m insatiable around you. Maybe if you weren’t so handsome I wouldn’t be so horny.”

Bee swore under his breath at your praise. He bucked his hips into your hand as you licked down the length of his massive girth. “You’re so big too,” you moaned leaving wet open mouth kisses along his length. “I wish I could just live on your spike. I feel so empty when you’re not inside me.”

Bumblebee couldn’t help the way he whined your name. If he was being honest he’d go through the whole war once again just to have his spike buried in your warm pussy. “Then-“ Bee swore when you started sucking at his tip. “Then why don’t you hop on already?”

You released his spike slowly letting him feel your lips slide off of his spike. “Because you taste so good,” you teased giving Bee a dramatic lick up his valve. He gasped feeling his hole pulse around nothing. “You taste so sweet,” you moaned into his valve as you wrapped your lips around his exterior node. “Just let me love on you, okay?” Your words were muffled by his puffy and pulsating valve. His juices leaked around your face as you suckled on his node. His vents were working overtime trying to keep his frame cool.

How was he supposed to stay calm while you worked both his spike and valve like this? “Mmm,” you moaned placing open mouth kisses over his cunt. Bumblebee could feel his overload nearing. Your talented lips worked him so well he could hardly contain the slew of praise that dripped from his mouth.

He was so close then you pulled away.

From your nose to your chin was covered in his slick. You licked around your lips with your eyes trained on his pulsating valve.

“Fuck!” Bee ran his servos up his faceplate. “Fuck! I was so close!”

You smiled giving a lick to his node making his hips twitch in response. “I know.”

“You know what,” Bee huffed as he dragged his servos down his faceplate. His optic ridge was furrowed in a scowl. He grabbed you by your sides lifting you up so you were on his lap. You let out a startled noise at being handled so aggressively. “I’m sick of you being a brat right now.”

His servos grabbed the fabric of your jeans around your rear and tore them like they were tissue paper. You gasped and were about to scold Bumblebee but the way he angled his spike up against your cunt through your underwear made you lurch into his chasis.

“I’ll get you new ones,” Bumblebee grumbled as he ripped through your underwear as well. He pushed the head of his spike against your leaking hole. “I’m going to take what I want and I don’t want any lip service from you, okay?”

You nodded eagerly excited to have Bumblebee be so rough with you. He jammed you down onto his spike in a harsh thrust. His servos remained steady on your hips to keep you from moving. You winced and cried out feeling your cunt be forced to stretch around something so wide. “You feel so good,” Bumblebee moaned guiding your hips up then pushing them back down onto his spike. You panted as you held onto to Bee’s chasis for dear life as he punished your sopping hole with his cock.

“Babe,” he moaned grabbing your attention. You looked up only to have your lips pulled into a sweltering kiss by Bumblebee. His much larger dermas moved against your soft lips. He moaned into your mouth as he bounced you up and down on his chubby spike. His glossa pushed past your lips moving into your mouth. His much larger robotic tongue swirled around your panting mouth taking in the taste of your spit.

Your body was at his mercy and he showed little with how he thrusted into you. Your rear started to sting from making sharp and fast contact with his metal plating. The wet clapping of your bodies joining together was the only thing that could be heard echoing off the garage walls.

Bee pulled away from your mouth only to move down to your neck leaving open mouthed kisses and sucking on the skin there. You squeezed your eyes shut feeling overwhelmed by the sensations Bumblebee gave you. You yelped when you felt him bite at your neck hard enough to leave a mark.

“Bee!” You cried grabbing onto his horns. He only chuckled into your neck kissing around where he bit you. You moaned feeling his glossa lick up your neck and to your cheek. “Hey, gotta mark what’s mine right?” Bee teased breathlessly. You rubbed at his horns making Bee’s thrusts sputter. “Wanna overload in you,” he moaned into the side of your face. “Wanna see you leaking my transfluid.”

You nodded eagerly bouncing in his grip as he brought your hips up and down to meet his thrusts. “Gonna fucking paint that valve,” Bumblebee groaned feeling his orgasm spreading through his abdomen. “You’re gonna be leaking for days!” He winced shoving you to the base of his spike as he released deep inside of you. You felt his hot flow of transfluid empty into your vagina and womb. Driblets leaked around where he plugged your hole with his spike staining your ripped jeans with his overload.

“Fuck,” Bee huffed giving you one last thrust. You furrowed your brows hearing your body squelch from his movement. “That was so good.” Be grabbed your hips to lift you off his spike but your loud whine stopped him. “No! Let me stay on you longer,” you begged rubbing your clit between your fingers. Bumblee swore under his breath seeing how your slick mixed with his overload. “Yeah? You want to keep me warm?”

You nodded using the mixture of cum to toy with your swollen clit. “I wanna cum with you in me,” you begged bouncing your hips slightly. Bumblebee swore feeling his spike moving inside your greedy cunt once again. “Fuck, take whatever you need, babe,” Bumblebee hissed.

He kept a servo on your lower back as he leaned backwards on his other hand. You rubbed at your pussy desperately as you bounced on Bumblebee’s lap. “You stretch me out so good!” You moaned. Your bodies made a wet clapping sound with every movement of your hips. Bumblebee gripped your rear in his servo. “Yeah? Biggest you’ve ever had?” Bumblebee couldn’t help the pride that swelled in his chest.

“Huge!” You cried humping your hand. “Be careful,” Bumblebee teased feeling the energon swell to his spike once again. “I might tear that little hole apart if you keep talking like that.” You whined flipping your head back. “Please! Tear me apart with your cock!”

Bumblebee was dumbfounded by your desperation. His shocked expression turned to one of smug pleasure. “Nah,” he teased. “I think I like how you look bouncing on my spike. If you can overload like this I might consider fucking you again.”

You huffed wanting to wipe that smug grin off his face. He knew how desperate he made you and you hated when he used that against you. You gasped when he bucked up into your cunt. “Come on then,” he smirked. “I don’t have all day.”

You looked up at Bumblebee with your eyebrows furrowed as you bounced on his lap. Your fingers worked your clit quickly and frantically like you’d die without the stimulation. “There’s my sweet spark,” Bee teased while fondling your ass. “Keep going just like that.” You gripped onto his chasis with your other hand for support as you picked up your hips to slam back down onto his lap. Bee panted feeling your sloppy cunt slap back down onto his pelvis with a wet sticky noise. Your movement became sporadic as your orgasm neared. His spike pulsed eagerly inside you as your walls hugged every inch of him. You chanted his name under your breath as that knot in your abdomen snapped.

Your fingers frantically rubbed your clit as you came around his spike. Your walls fluttering and squeezing him until he groaned your name. “Good,” he praised breathlessly. “So good for me.” You nodded riding out your orgasm until your hips twitched trying to move away from the torturous electric pleasure your fingers brought upon your clit. “I love you,” you panted pulling your wet fingers out of your cunt.

Bumblebee was sure to support your tired body as his other servo guided your hand to his intake. “I love you too,” he said placing kisses along your wet fingers before licking your orgasm off of them with his glossa. “I love you so much.”

[vhaos-chaotic-writing]

yandere Hc/scenario In every soundwave you know please!!!! Everyday I'm craving for his content... although I'm more into human but I guess I could open to all kind like cybertronian s/o too

I'll be doing Prime, One and Earthspark since those are the versions I know best! (´▽｀Uu) I would do Animated too - but I know little of the series and only more about Optimus, Bee and Starscream.

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Yandere!Soundwave (Headcanons) (TFP, TFO & TFE)

WARNINGS: Yandere behaviour. Mentions of stalking, kidnapping, obsessive ideas/thoughts. Reader is human (TFp & TFE) and Cybertronian (TFO) and gender neutral.

TRANSFORMERS PRIME: SOUNDWAVE

A possessive yandere that stalks and recollects everything about his beloved S/O.

Soundwaves was sure he would come to hate humans - they were like... parasites, too primitive. Inferior.

And yet - you were not like the other humans. You were... more.

Perfect, ethereal, unique - Soundwave was sure he caught a glitch or something, but his spark would beat at the rythm of your own heartbeat (Soundwave was sure his spark and your heart were bonded, connected - synchronized) whenever he got to see you.

Sadly, the Autobots got you before you and him got to meet like true sparkmates, as you accidentally saw one fight between the vehicons and that yellow autobot.

Soundwave got to see you when he connected with one of the vehicons and saw through their optics... oh, precious you.

To this day, Soundwave is not sure what made him fall overpedes for you - and that frustrastes him as it is the only knowledge he doesn't possess.

Definitely stalks you if you have any type of presence on the internet, no matter if you are a private user or an influencer.

Everything about you - any photo, any username, any post, e-mail, ubication, everything about you rests now deep inside of his system as data, and he keeps collecting more and more.

Soundwave would manage to kidnap you after sending you a false message under the impression it was from any of the autobots that tasked you to meet somewhere so they could take you to the base.

Before you could yell for help, you were already snatched.

Every little reaction, sound, mannerism, body language - anything is getting recorded and Soundwave is just so fascinated.

Treats you like the most fragile thing in the whole universe.

Allows himself to be selfish and keep you in his arms, working and from time to time, look down at you and place a kiss emoji in his mask.

Escaping is a far away dream of yours now - Soundwave knows everything and hears everything, and he made sure to not let you see anything about the Nemesis when he brought you to his quarters.

You are trapped - like a precious butterfly inside of a glass case.

"Soundwave: loves dearly S/O. Soundwave: knows everything about S/O. S/O: Soundwave's sparkmate."

TRANSFORMERS EARTHSPARK: SOUNDWAVE

Earthspark Soundwave gives me the vibes of a yandere that starts obsessing with you out of hate.

He wants to hate you - you were a human! A human like G.H.O.S.T (even when you were not related to that organization) that locked him and his fellow teammates after that traitor of Megatron betrayed all of them!

Changing a little bit the Earthspark's story - you and Soundwave crossed paths when Soundwave managed to escape from G.H.O.S.T's HQ - it was at night, and he was trying to find somewhere to hide.

Like the Maltos, many people in Witwicky had their homes in the forest. And it just happened that you had a home like that, too. Soundwave managed to hide behind it - and by Primus' choice, you were still wide awake right at 3 AM.

You would have screamed in fear at the sight of a giant robot - but you quickly catched on at how he just seemed to be trying to hide, not attacking you or anything. And when you heard many cars pulling right outside of your home.

Soundwave was just about to start running again, but when he heard the front door open and you come out, already screaming your lungs out to the agents to leave your property and such, managing to even scare them off as you didn't allow them to speak or anything.

"Threaten me all you want - it is 3 freaking AM and you are all suddenly just arriving to my property! I will call my lawyers and the town's mayor!" You yell as the agents finally leave. And you turn to the tall robot who peaks his helm from the back of your house. "Uh... you can stay - just, do not get those weirdos back or something. Good night."

Ugh! How Soundwave loaths you! With your boring life and your sympathy and your will to keep him hidden and stay at your territory! Your human behaviour, always telling him he could count with you, that you could be a shoulder to cry on and how you always give him that kind smile and those reassuring words, and...

In a few days and night, Soundwave becomes a protective, obsessive yandere who is not afraid of destroying others if it means to keep you safe.

Is not afraid of snatching you from your home and life the moment Optimus, Megatron and the others find out about his whereabouts and about you.

Vows silently to protect you with his own life - he was gonna shed the energon of others and his own to keep you safe and sound.

Cry and beg all you want to Soundwave about letting you go - he is not going to do so, dear. He is keeping you safe, he is keeping you far away from the same bots who ruined his life.

He is not gonna let them take you away from him - his new light of hope, his new reason to live and fight.

TRANSFORMERS ONE: SOUNDWAVE

You and Soundwave have known each other from a long time ago.

You two worked together, and you two followed the High guard after defecting from the False Prime's orders after witnessing all the horrible things he did and the murder of the Primes.

Many times you grieved after watching the fall of the Primes, knowing all of you were now in danger if Sentinel Prime and his followers found you all, no longer able to go home and knowing so many innocents were suffering at the hands of that monster.

Soundwave held you closer as you cried against his chesplate, trying to whisper you hopeful words... but he was slowly spiraling in a sea of despair and that sensation of everything seeming lost.

A delusional, overprotective yandere - with the pass of time, he starts to actually believe you two are the conjux of the other.

Doesn't leave you alone - he is always by your side or keeping you with him.

If he was already too protective before, with the arrival of those four bots from Iacon and the sight of how one of them nearly ended Starscream, Soundwave became ten times more protective - and add another 100 times when they were attacked by Sentinel Prime's people.

Imagine the despair and down righ madness if Soundwave witnessed you being one of the bots that got taken back to Iacon.

He might have actually... killed a few bots when he got into Iacon to fight back against Sentinel Prime's defenses.

When he found you, he hugged you so tightly and promised to protect you - he promised to kill anyone who ever tried to take away his beloved conjux.

You become a precious gem - when he leaves to follow Megatron after he is vanished from Iacon, he takes you with him, and you comply.

It was the mech you've known for so many years!

... But you can't help but be afraid at the fact that... the Soundwave you knew has changed.

And you decided to kept silence whenever he would whisper to you sweet, protective and delusional promises - you are his conjux, after all. He has to protect you, and he is not afraid of beheading anybot who stands in his way.

Can you believe I couldn't find a good TFO Soundwave gif here on tumblr? Tumblr, help me out, man. (╬▔皿▔)╯Vhaos out!

[jeepersbxch]

the titan’s victory, 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍

summary. Megatron finally succumbs to your relentless teasing, but you’ve bit off far more than you can chew.

warnings. earthspark megatron, human female reader, mass displacement, reader is kind of a whiny brat (on purpose), a bit of a voice kink (maybe? but that might just be in my head), outdoors sex, intercourse, manhandling, cussing (cybertronian and english lol)

authors note. old man megs is the air that i breathe. maybe a part two???

He’s done it all: from cutting conversations short, to giving you the cold shoulder, and even outright distancing himself whenever you’re close by, but you just don’t give up. He never imagined that something so small could seize his senses and spin his circuits into a whirlwind, yet your constant teasing and unabashed gazes had finally pushed him to the brink.

At a safe distance from Ghosts headquarters (a precaution he took seriously), he had you completely undone. With his mass displacement revealed, he had you perched on his lap, entirely exposed to his gaze and touch, relishing the raw mews and pleas that escaped your lips as he indulged you.

With a steady grip on your hips to hold you in place, he buried his face in the curve of your neck, inhaling deeply to ensure your scent lingered with him for days to come.

“Meg’s, please—” you attempt to plead once more, but his mouth is swift to respond, his lips and tongue pressing against your skin with fervor, transforming your words into nothing more than soft, breathy moans.

"You've had your fun, lass," he grunted, his other hand cradling the back of your head as he placed a few more kisses along your neck. "Now it’s time for me to have mine."

As he drew back from your neck, his attention shifted to your chest. Your soft breasts rose and fell with each breath, your nipples hardened from both desire and the gentle night breeze that caressed your skin. With both hands, he eagerly cradled each mound, his mouth hungrily searching for one of your nipples to draw into his warm mouth.

“Megatron!” you cried out, writhing as his hands explored your chest. But when a low growl rumbled from his throat and he delivered a stiff bite to your nipple, you instantly froze in place.

Glancing down, you catch the warning in his glare, and even though a retort is poised on the tip of your tongue, you suppress it by biting your lip, hoping the look of desperation reflected in your gaze is enough to appease him.

To your dismay, he presses on, seemingly unfazed, as if he had anticipated your compliance all along. While you take his warning seriously, you can’t help but give his hips a playful nudge with yours as a subtle way to push back and have the final word. He chuckles at your defiance but doesn’t relent, moving from one breast to the other to ensure each receives equal attention.

You feel a surge of annoyance, but another bite and the gentle roll of your nipple between his teeth sends your eyes rolling back in pleasure. Your hands instinctively reach out to grip his shoulders, pulling him closer as desire takes over once again.

A certain amount of time has slipped away unnoticed, and after ensuring that each breast is swollen and flushed from his attentions, he finally stops to rest his hands on your hips, holding you close.

A wave of anticipation washes over you, and just when you expect him to finally make that move you’ve been yearning for, he redirects his attention back to your neck, eliciting a frustrated whine from you.

"You're just being mean now, Meg's," you huff, and this time, your words succeed in making the mech actually laugh.

“Oh, believe me, lass,” he begins, his voice laced with a hint of malice that sends a shiver through you, making your thighs tremble. “You don’t want to see what I’m like when I’m mean. Now, lift those hips of yours and quit your whinin’ before you change my mind.”

You don’t need to be told twice; and within seconds, your body is pressed against his once more, and this time, you can finally feel all of him.

You steal a quick glance down at his spike nestled between your stomachs, hard and rigid.

“Oh, yes,” You whisper before he lifts your hips himself this time, “Yes!” You hiss again under your breath as you feel his tip align with your entrance.

“Brace yourself, little one,” he commands softly in your ear as he begins to guide himself inside you. However, just as the tip barely breaches your entrance, you tense up as you loose your breathe, stopping him from entering you any further as you squeeze his tip so tightly, he nearly fumbles his hold on you.

“Breathe, human,” he growls, his grip on your hips firm as his digits press into your skin. His body tenses in response to the way your opening clings to his tip, the intensity of the moment palpable between you.

He holds his position until your breathing finally steadies, but the way your body instinctively shifts, pleading for him to move, pushes him over the edge.

“Fragging femme,” he snaps, his voice low and intense. “I’m already fighting the urge to tear you apart. Now do as I say and breathe!”

You take a deep, rigid breath, struggling to follow his instruction, but you try to rest your forehead against his shoulder, closing your eyes to concentrate on your breathing.

Oh god, oh god. This is just the tip, how is he gonna the rest of himself inside?

You expect no response to your silent worries, but a minute goes by and suddenly you’re taken aback when you feel cool lips gently brush against your forehead.

“Doin’ so good for me, lass. I just need you to breathe for me. Can you do that?” His complete three-sixty catches you off guard for half a second before you’re melting into him and nodding your head against his shoulder.

Breathe in. Breath out.

You continue this rhythm until your breath begins to steady, and just as your body feels like it might relax completely, you sense his hands reassert their hold on your hips, and he resumes his movements.

"That's right, such a good little thing for me," Megatron hisses, feeling you gradually envelop him until he is fully inside you, your body fitting perfectly against him.

A brief pause envelops you both, filled with a sense of relief and satisfaction as you exhale softly together… until Meg’s ruins it.

“Look at that, who knew a spike stuffed in her tight cunt, was all she needed to behave.”

Motherfucker.

You squeeze. You clench as hard as you can for as long as you can, savoring the sensation of Megatron being the one now gasping for breath.

After gripping tightly until your muscles ache, you finally relax, a sense of pride and achievement washing over you. Until that moment of satisfaction is abruptly interrupted by a sudden sharp slap against your backside, causing you to gasp in surprise.

“You’re gonna regret that, lass.”

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𝓑𝓲𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓽𝓸 @in1-nutshell 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂

𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖. 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛, 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚢, 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎

The concept of Honor and Power

Chapter 0: Isekai'd

*𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝙴𝚊𝚜𝚝 (𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔) 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜*

𝙵𝚒𝚐: 𝚘𝚑 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙰 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 of 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚊'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚎̀𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎̀𝚎

𝙴𝚙𝚙'𝚜: 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝙶𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚊'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐. 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎

𝙵𝚒𝚐: 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚢, 𝚋𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚢 '𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝

𝙴𝚙𝚙𝚜: 𝙸 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍

𝙵𝚒𝚐:*𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑*

𝙴𝚙𝚙𝚜: *𝚖𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖* 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑

𝙻𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚡: 𝚏𝚒𝚐 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚎... 𝚆𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑. 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝

𝙵𝚒𝚐: 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗? 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 *𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗*

𝙵𝚒𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖

𝙻𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚡: 𝙶𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛

𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛: 𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚑? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚡 𝚊𝚝 𝙵𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚛

𝙵𝚒𝚐: 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗? 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢?

𝙻𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚡 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚡 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝.

𝙴𝚙𝚙'𝚜: 𝚑𝚎𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗

𝙴𝚙𝚙'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝙴𝚙𝚙'𝚜: 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙹𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎

𝙻𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚡 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖

𝙱𝚘𝚢: 𝙻𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚡!

𝙻𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚡: 𝚑𝚎𝚢, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐?

𝙱𝚘𝚢: 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛?

𝙻𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚡: 𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚛?

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𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛: 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙, 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝟷𝟶 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙: 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚄𝚂 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎.

ₖₐᵧₗₐ...

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙: 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚠𝚔 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊

ₖₐᵧₗₐ...

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚘, 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚠𝚘-𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎-𝚣𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝

Kayla....

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙: 𝙱𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙺𝙰𝚈𝙻𝙰!!!!

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙��𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔

𝙺𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚊: 𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊!

𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛: 𝙺𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚊!

𝙺𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚊: 𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢!!

𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛: 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 please!

Kayla had let out an annoyed sigh as she paused the video and left her room to go to her mother. 'What does she need for now I'm tryna enjoy a movie here!!' she taught to her self passing through the kitchen and making her way too the living room she found her mother and now standing before her mother she answered

Kayla: yeah ma?

Kayla's mother: I need to go to the shop for me

Kayla had nodded her head and listened to her mother's instructions on the necessary things she needed to buy her mother had also instructed her to buy the items quickly since it was getting late and school was starting the after tomorrow. Kayla entire happy mood got destroyed literally one moment she came out of her room all jolly and happy, ready to go buy some stuff for her mom and then boom 'sChOOl iS a dAy afTeR toMoRrOw' if Kayla could break down in tears in front of her mother she would have done it long time.

1:30pm

Children hurriedly leave their classroom as the bell just rang signaling the end of the day. Kayla scrunches her face out of disgust as she leaves the EDPN lab, the heat from outside hits her like a damn roller coaster and she hated it, sometimes she wished she lived in the EDPN lab with its lovely air conditioning but life was unfair, expensive and it fucking sucks. Worst of all Kayla lives on an island called Antigua that happens to be close to the equator she the loves the place truly with its lovely sanding beaches, nice cuisine and lovely carnival she is not from the island but she loves the place but why it gotta be close to the equator just why!? She sighs tomorrow she won't be returning to school cause she is going on study leave why? you ask cause she got CXC a big big Exam in the Caribbean that determines every secondary schooler/high schooler life.

Kayla has already failed twice she can't fail now truthfully with those horrendous grades she got a few years ago she doesn't even know how she hadn't repeated a grade guess the teachers favor her. She quickly made her way down the stairs to the quadrangle, catching up to her friends chrisstte and lillyanne and the others. As Kayla and her friends walked through some one had had called out to her .

Stranger: Hey kid!

Kayla: huh? *looking for the person*

Stranger: yeah you over there

Kayla: ?

Truck-kun: 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐈'𝐃

Kayla: ha?

P.S

I think I did pretty well for the first chapter maybe a little bit too much dialogue but I will do better in the next chapter 😁

And I know I'm kinda a lil late cause I was suppose to post this how long but here it is🥲

[tinydefector]

I was just interested if you were a suckered for the clothing and fabric and perfume trope as I am. In the sense where fabrics and a abundance of organic flora was considered more common for higher class cybertronains but that even then it was pretty scarce. Imagine a bot or con after getting over their fears or mild disgust of the squishness of humans so to speak the next few things they notice is how many types of hair there are. How many styles and how many different ways to dye said hair. It drives them nuts the feel such softer fibers all together to make a more denser form. Curled,staight,wavy it all catches their optics. Painted nails almost similar to paint for their frames. Tattoos so intriguing. A human willingly damaging their surface that is more fragile than their metallic frames. It's a living scar. And they can't help but slowly come to love it to when they see how much their human complain does. But fabric? God they almost get drunk off of it. When they get a hug they shiver at the smooth article that brushes on their frame. The variety. So many styles and colors. So many meaning behind patterns and techniques. They can't help but almost grow jealous hearing how far back a simple stich can come from in human history. Humanity dressing itself in plush silks and flimsy polyester but it's all gold compared to what the cybertronains have come to crave. Imagine them having made themselves smaller so they could be inside your living space and they can't help but notice all the fabrics. All the plush surfaces. Their in heaven fully convinced they're going to meet the great primes. And if you had a scented burning candle? Sweet or citrus they can't help but want to inhale deeply to capture the scent. Perfumes? God their drunk whenever a human walks into a enclosed space because all mechs and femmes are fighting themselves to not snatch you up and keep you. If you use scented body wash or scented lotion then can practically taste it on your skin if you are near or hug them. They crave it when it's late at night and they've got you sobbing and thighs shaking as they kiss and lap at your scented thighs. And if theirs multiple humans in a space? That almost has a bot slurring their words as iff they just had the best energon. Just some thoughts haha I'm very sorry it's so long. I'm just a suckered for all these headcanons and just how while they may be disgusted and have hatred for humanity some fo them can't help but swoon for so many qualitys of their human companions that are nothing like their skin. So soft and complaint and so very warm at heart.

So I do have some fics on this stuff one is

Ratchet x reader. Involving perfumes effecting cybertronians like a sex potion or sex pollen.

Then I have

Starscream x reader. Involving the infamous dress and him testing out different outfits on his partner.

This small collection of bots reacting to nipple piercings (was like my first fic I ever wrote here)

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I am quite a sucker for the clothing and fabric and perfume trope. I really enjoy writing cybertronians who adore seeing their partner drapped in shimmering fabrics. Becuase to the human its could just be a satin sheet, but to the cybertronian it is luxury, it showcases so much about you and every chance they get they love getting to just feel or touch the fabrics.

Imagine: your cybertronian is sat on theirs berth which is a mix of almost foam matting(yoga mat/ expanding foam) They don't lay on just metal but it's not particularly comfortable for their human. So one day, they introduced them to memory foam, and its like the bots world has opened up. It becomes a soft, comfortable recharge. But as you start bringing sheets, blankets, and your pillows, it makes the bots feel as if they are falling in love. They love it when you drape the soft fabric over them and make yourself almost a next on their chassis with the soft bedding. To they it feels like a luxury that you are pampering them even if it's just to make yourself more comfortable. It's the fact you leave them in their suite on their berth take makes their spark clench in delight knowing you'll be coming back.

I also tend to write cybertronains have alot more nasal sensors and detectors to the point they can break down the partials to annalise them. The smell of fresh lining is something that effects them almost like catnip with a cat. They will roll around in the fabric optics wide. Engines roaring in delight. As their joints squeak and clank against the walls.

I also love writing that Fabric was something that only the Highest of society had on cybertron, but mainly due to have small the fibers are it is extremely hard for cybertronains to replicate the material, so it fetched for high prices when Imported from organic planets. If you were of the lower classes, you would be lucky if you had a tarp or some sort of soft plastic as it was also still very sort after. So you can imagine how the cybertronains reacted once on earth, even while undercover. Fabric is such a huge part of human culture that cybertronians, when they find even just a pretty scrap of Fabric, keep it as a token. As if to say "frag you" to the universe.

But I can also see a human finding the stash of Fabric cut off's and offering to sew them all together in an almost patchwork like blanket for their bot and you can bet your ass you will have that cybertronian on thier knees worshipping you for it.

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"Hey, we have hail forecasted," their voice calls out to the vehicle parked in the driveway. The cybertronian is rather quiet as they register what was said to them. "It isn't acid rain, so it won't be anything too bad." they try to argue only to have a large old blanket thrown over them. "Hey, what are you doing?" It sends shock throught their system having something so soft drapped over their frame.

"I'm covering you up so you don't get hail damage, I sadly can't get you into the garage at the moment so the next best thing I can do is cover you up with some blankets and a tarp so you don't get damaged by ice falling out of the sky" they explain as they throw another over the vehicle. Making sure to fully cover the bot before throwing a waterproof tarp over them, too. "Sorry, I don't have anything better than this, but it will keep you dry and our of harm's way." Those words hit their spark in a way they never would have thought it would. They are left almost speechless, cosy, and somewhat warm as the hailstorm rolls in.

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When it comes to hair colour, skin colour, and tattoos. It fascinates them so much to see such diversity and colour on a species they originally believed to be quite dull. It gets to the point when making their holoform avatars they love exploring and expressing themselves as if making a sims character. Even going as far as some get custom paint jobs of the tattoos, they get on their avatars because, for them, it's the closest thing they can have to tattoos. But think about you getting a tattoo in a shop right across from where your cybertronian partner is getting their paint job because it was a cute couples day out.

And don't get me started on how much cybertronians love human's hair. The fibers are so different to them and they love the feeling of it, they just have to be very careful when running a digit theought thier lovers hair as to not get it jammed in the joints causing you pain.

Another thing that cybertronians are fascinated by is humans' willingness to injure themselves in the name of beauty. From tattoos, piercings, injections, and surgery. In honesty, it's not that different from frame ulteration, but they don't know how a human can do it. The bots can turn their pain sensors off while humans are just soldier on through it.

I love the idea that the bots also horde car freshners that their humans get them. It becomes a full-on pokemon card situation of them trading double ups, begging their partner to get them others so they can rub it in their friends' faces. But air freshners weren't a thing until Earth, and the bots love how it makes their frame smell different from the oil, grease, and car smell.

But perfumes gods I love the idea that perfumes have a certain chemical reaction to Cybertronian systems to the point to turns them into a raging horny bot who can't get enough of how your skin taste and how desperately they try to literally lick the perfume off your skin as if it were the riches and most expensive high grade energex on the market. It also leads to a lot of personal working with the bots not being allowed to wear perfume/cologne. Deodorants don't affect them the same way, but they also enjoy how they smell quite a bit.

But yes I love the idea of perfumes pretty much working like a pheromone spray and don't get me started on actual pheromones spray, your not leaving that bots berth for atleast 3 days, they will bring you food, water and anything you want but it literally overrides their system protocol and makes them desperate to breed you.

In conclusion, DO NOT wear perfume or Pheromone spray near the bots unless you don't intend to be leaving the berth for at least 3 days if not more becyase they can and will keep you their.

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On Transformers and Human soulmate tropes...

(i do personally attack starscream at the end, i'm sorry starscream lovers, i love him too, but he's just a sad, devious little guy.)

Just a little thought here, so, I love soulmate tropes. Depending on the plot, they can be really fun and take so many interesting paths as a medium used within storytelling, whether romantic or platonic.

But what i want to talk about specifically is Transformer x Human soulmate tropes. Like, you have this super sweet side to it where the bot can be like 'I have waited my entire life to find you, finally, I can hold you in my arms and we never have to part again'. Depending on the character/story/type of SM (soulmate, shortening it because I'm not gonna keep writing it out) trope of course.

Can I just say how...instrumentally fucked this is though? So you have this race of robots who live for, what is essentially millennia out in the wild unless they catch the smoke. Their soulmate ends up being this little creature that lives for 80, maybe 100 years tops before dying. -Unless we're going for some kind of mind switch body type thing, but we all know how that went with spike in g1.

Our beloved robo blorbos will eventually have to cope with the fact that their soulmate, the person or creature they're MEANT to be with via laws of the universe, will die a LOT sooner than they will.

This especially hits hard with the decepticons who, depending on continuity -- hate humanity already. Bots who've gone through so much, losing their home, friends, and their dignities; have to learn to put up with and accept this creature as their fated mate/spouse/conjux endura, whatever you want to call it- SOULMATE.

Then the decepticons just have to deal with the fact that they're going to lose this person too, just like they've already lost everything else and oh GOD. Maybe they choose to forget about them and move on, stay alone and mourn what could have been if the universe hadn't had such a fucked sense of humor. Maybe they choose to accept it, but never let their SM too close because they know they'll just be hurt so much more hurt when the inevitable comes.

Then you have to think about decepticons having to possibly protect their SM from other cons! From being taken and 'saved' by the autobots.

Imagine some bots or cons just flying off the handle, going crazy just to try and keep their human alive in any way they possibly can, afraid of running out of time.

(Starscream lovers forgive me for the angst)

And Starscream especially, Maybe he'd try. He'd have a great time, take a chance, and give it a go. But what if he's actually terrified? Maybe he'd also self sabotage a little, knowing the relationship will never last too long anyways; not in the short blink of time it would be next to his life. Maybe, he doesn't actually know what to do with himself in a positive relationship after being, i dunno, consistently dogged on by megatron and he freezes.

There's something actually good for him, and since he isn't sure how to receive or accept that fact, he's gone. And maybe he'll come back, but the cycle could repeat.

(Im sorry, unless you put a tracker on him and call his ass and really give him some therapy. get him some god damn therapy.)

But yeah. All around, the angst potential is immense for this stuff and it makes me sad to think about so I thought i would share it instead of just write about it in an actual fic because my character analysis and ability to comprehend my own thoughts is so shit.

Okay, CIAOOOOOO~