#would kissing Megatron bring him back to the Decepticons?

[eloquent-music]

🌿.

Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.

Now many would believe that Tarn would be thinking every cycle about something like this. However those rumors would be wrong. Loyalty came in many different forms but perhaps others took his definition of loyalty wrong. What he had for Megatron could never be faltered by anything. Dedication. Allegiance. Devotion. All of it was held within Tarn and to him, it was that unbreakable bond. It was what he held with the uptmost care after being gifted everything he'd once lost. Not many would understand that kind of loyalty.

This cycle though, he wasn't the one to plant the little branch around for them to accidentally went into. Tarn was much too busy to dabble in such things, not when Megatron needed his work more than anything else. So it had to be some cruel ploy that someone around had planted.

No. He didn't want to test Megatron's patience. Nor did he desire to have Megatron question this even though it was likely he would. At least he wasn't Starscream here. His punishment would likely be far different.

A sigh left Tarn as he unlatched his mask from his face, setting it aside on top of his datapad. He couldn't remember the last time Megatron had likely seen him without his mask on. "Don't take this as any of those rumors you might hear of me. Their definition of loyalty is far different than mine."

Tarn leaned up, not showing the bit of hesitancy, even though he might feel it within him. Lord if the others knew what he'd done. But Megatron-- if only briefly got to experience the slight bit of what another form of what loyalty could offer perhaps. However one might describe this. Before it could be interpretted into anything, Tarn pulled away so that he could go grab his mask once more and put it back on.

That data pad that he'd set aside earlier, he left there for Megatron's viewing. "You'll find every bit of information you asked for on that data pad. Let me know if you need anything else on the contents."

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Adulation ❙ ES Megatron x Human OC!Rosie ❙ Secret Santa Gift ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 1900+

Warnings: Smut ( oral, size difference, interfacing, spark play and robot on human ). NSFW 18+.

Notes: This is a secret santa gift for @spectralquartzafterdark through a discord event. This was a fun experiance. I don't own the OC. Merry Christmas everyone. 💚

Story inspired by At Last by Etta James. 🥰

☕ Coffee

"Megatron?"

Rosie calls out to him after entering what used to be the home base for G.H.O.S.T. and now given to the remaining autobots and decepticons for them to work on the space bridge. The area was quiet, as if no one was around, and this confuses Rosie. Usually there were a few others out and about.

Hearing the soft pleasant music down the hall gains her attention, and follows towards the music, hearing it grow louder before entering Megatron's personal room, only to be confronted by the blue jazz music playing and dim lights that give a soft warm atmosphere. She can't help but smile softly, looking around as she comes into the room and is approached by Megatron, holding his mass displacement.

"What is this?" Rosie loves the romance blooming around her, making her heart flutter with warmth and joy. "Are we celebrating something?"

"Do we need a reason? I only wished for us to spend this evening together. I asked for everyone to keep themselves busy, away from us, so we won't have any disruptions." Megatron answers through a tender purr as he smiles at her.

Rosie's smile turns into a smirk. "Oh really? And what didn't you want anyone to hear?"

Megatron closes the distance between them, caressing her chin before whispering into her ear. "Your howls of pleasure."

A pleasant moan bubbles from Rosie, feeling goosebumps exploding through her body as she feels her legs grow weak simply by his words and touches. That's all it takes.

"That sounds incredible." Stepping closer, Rosie slides her hands over his broad shoulders and rests them behind his helm, bringing him closer and sharing a tender kiss.

Megatron lets out a low purr from his chassis, delighted by her tenderness, something he hasn't really received over his long period of time throughout the war.

"I want to thank you." He says as he breaks the kiss, looking fondly into her eyes, and sadness. "I feared I would lose you, and I don't know how I would manage without you. I'll admit, for a time I thought you were interested in Optimus, you two seemed so close."

"That's because you're the jealous type." Rosie teases him.

"It's my nature, that won't change." Megatron then grows soft again. "Thank you for giving this old fool a chance. Very few have ever shown me kindness, not that I deserve it, but you gave me a chance to be happy again. I'll forever cherish you, my beautiful flower."

His words hit hard, causing Rosie to tear up as she tries to hold them back, not wanting to look like a sobbing mess. "Oh Megs..."

"Tonight, I want you to be happy, whatever you want." His smile turns into mischief. "Any of your desires you would like to undertake?"

Rosie's smile turns wicked, biting her lower lip as she hums in thought. "Yeah, there is. I want you to be creative, to take control and fill me, breed me, that's what I desire from you." She slides her hand up along his chassis earning a low purr from his chassis of approval.

“Let’s get you out of those clothes.”

Megatron is gentle as he removes the clothes from her, purposely going slow and touching her warm skin under the pads of his digits, optics roaming over her body, admiring every inch of her beauty. He likes what he sees, an exotic beauty he's never seen before that has become his obsession.

Rosie relishes just how he maps out her body with both his servos and optics, it makes her feel very special, attractive. She stands still for him while letting him take control over her, waiting for anything he might have to say, or even order her.

"I have an idea." Megatron says while in thought. Once naked he leads her over to the bed, laying down first and pulling her down with him. "Turn around, straddle me, and let us both orally pleasure one another."

That sounded like a good idea to Rosie, and she's more than happy to comply. "Sounds delicious."

Rosie finds herself on top of Megatron, face first at his throbbing spike with her bottom half facing the other way, soaking pussy directly in Megatron's view. Licking her lips early she takes hold of his prized member, giving him a firm stroke before wrapping her lips across his twitching tip.

Megatron lets out a lengthy moan feeling her warm lips wrap around him, hips slightly jerking up against her mouth, before he tugs her legs and opens her pussy lips for him. "A beautiful and eager opening, darling. I want you to always be ready for me like this, soaking wet and dripping. Your smell is intoxicating, almost making me feel dizzy."

She responds by moaning around him, sucking more of his length and pumping his base, hips wiggling with need for him to do something else with this broad glossa of his. Megatron seems to understand and tugs her closer towards his mouth by her upper thighs, and he drags his glossa across her pussy and sensitive clit, earning a muffled mewl as Rosie slowly bobs her head over him.

Smirking he does it again, tasting her sweet nectar that makes him drunk, before he plunges his glossa into her depths and swirls it around her inner channel, vibrations come through his hungry moans against her as he gently moves his waist up against her mouth, drinking up everything she gives with greed.

Rosie responds by gently humping back against him, taking more of his spike and deep throating him with skill. She loves it, his greed for her, lust, whatever she can give he'll take all for himself. Megatron's digits grip into the soft flesh of her ass, massaging each cheek and giving one side an elastic slap, causing Rosie to let out a muffled yelp before moaning more eagerly around him.

"Such a beautiful melody." Megatron moves away from her pussy, licking his lips as he speaks, a broad smile stretched upon his face. "I want you to sing like that for me always, and so many more."

Rosie removes her mouth from his spike letting out a wet pop before glancing behind at him lustfully. "Your tongue is truly extraordinary against my pussy. I feel so empty, please, I want you in me."

Megatron doesn't need to be told twice. He suddenly moves himself, keeping her on her hands and knees as he kneels behind, lifting her waist up to line himself perfectly against her dripping core. Moving his hips, he slides his spike between her pussy lips and across her clit, gently humping her while letting out deep moans that erupt from his chassis.

Rosie keeps herself balanced on her hands and knees, constant soft mewls sounding from her as she humps in sync with Megatron's movements against her. He's being gentle right now, but not for long, and she is ever so eager to be drilled by her lover.

As if reading her thoughts he presses his thick spike against her pussy and thrusts in, stretching her channel as the ridges along his spike stimulate against her inner walls before finding himself pressed fully against her ass, both his and her own uprooted moans filling the room.

"Oh fuck!" Rosie curses out as her hands grip into the sheets, feeling her body quiver through her heated arousal blooming through her. "Megs, you feel so big in me!" His spike creates a swollen bump at her belly and feeling it twitching wildly within her depths.

Megatron lets out a soft chuckle before leaning across her back, tilts her head to the side and shares a kiss with her. "I always enjoy burying my fat spike in you, darling. I want to breed you, fill you deeply, and let us see if we can create a sparkling tonight."

The very thought of having his children causes her to hump back against him eagerly. "Do it, breed me, fill my belly!"

That's all Megatron needs to hear before all self control vanishes. He moves his waist, thrusting back and forth into his human lover, grunting firmly with each thrust given with the sounds of her skin slapping against his metal thighs, digits gripping into her waist as he tugs her back against his movements and watches his thick spike entering her over again. She's a beautiful addiction, and he needed more.

Grabbing a fist full of her hair he tugs her back making her grunt out but moans in delight between clenched teeth as he picks up his movements again, tugging her back repeatedly onto him by her hair, followed by his rugged moans.

"Such a beautiful tight human you are, Rosie." He says between firm thrusts, grunting as he drives right back into her over again. "You're mine, all mine. I'm the only one who can ever fuck you, understood?"

"Fuck. Yes. You...yours!" Rosie squeals out with her head tugged back by her hair and feeling her ass cheeks rippling with each sturdy thrust delivered. She can feel his spike descend down repeatedly against her belly, causing her to let out a heated gurgled moan as she can feel her juices seeping down her inner thighs from her pussy. "Please...I want...to touch your spark!"

It's Megatron's favourite thing, feeling her soft fingers and warm tongue against his pulsing spark, and the very thought makes his spike jerk. Without answering he pulls out and flips her over, tugs her into his broad lap and helps her sink down onto his length again before opening his chassis and revealing his pulsing spark to her.

Rosie doesn't hesitate to lean closer as she grins herself down against Megatron, rocking her waist eagerly, before she gently cups Megatron's luminous spark and drags her tongue across the pulsing orb.

"Primus..." Megatron isn't one to curse out the name often, but when he does, it means something deep rooted has been dug up, and right in the moment it was his Rosie who was making him feel more alive than ever before.

His hips move up against her rocking motions, servos wrapped tightly against her back as she suckles at his glowing spark like a hungry sparkling, sending new pulses of arousal through his frame that swells within his spike throbbing in her clenching depths.

Rosie craves more, greed consuming her as she rubs at her clit, feeling her orgasim approching rapidly and the need to cum screams throughout her mind. The sound of Megatron's heated grunts fills her ears and lets out a delightful hum against his spark, feeling his spike twitch more that says he's close himself.

"Rosie, my rose, my flower!" He can't hold it back anymore and lets himself go, a heavy echoed moan crawling out from his vocals that shakes through the room, everything within him bursting with sparks of energy that also eject out from his spike.

Rosie mewls loudly as her orgasim erupts through her body, feeling her belly fill with his thick fluids and expand out against her, creating a bump that just about makes her look pregnant. What a beautiful thought she thinks to herself. Giving his spark one more kiss she moves away, panting heavily as she looks up at him through lusty eyes. "Fuck, that was intense. Look, I look like I'm carrying your child."

Megatron smirks through his heated vents and touches her swollen stomach under his padded digit. "So beautiful. I wish I could see you like this always, swelled and full."

"Guess you'll have to always fuck me than, darling." Rosie kisses his lips tenderly, making him smile in return.

"No argument there."

[starliights-shining]

Hi! If it’s alright, can I request some NSFW with G1 Soundwave and a cybertronian femme reader? Maybe something along the lines of reader wanting alone time with Soundwave but work’s making it difficult so they have to make the best of what little free time they both get <33 I hope this was worded okay!!

Hii! Thank you for requesting, I had a lot of fun writing this one. I do hope I got soundwave as close to your liking as possible. Hoping I did him justice. Anyways do enjoy :) <3

Pairing: Soundwave x Femme!Cybertronian!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, uhhhh femme pronouns and useage for reader.

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With the war between Autobots and Decepticons being at its peak, you and Soundwave have had little time for just one on one. Either Soundwave is being called back to his post, or you’re busy doing primus knows what for someone, when of course you’d rather be doing Soundwave. 

“Soundwave.” 

You whispered, the whisper came out more like a moan. His blue servos placed on your waist plating.  You were straddling his lap, as he looked up at you. The light red hue of his red visor, slightly lights up your face as your own servos come up to meet his mouth plate. His grip tightens as you lower your hips into his, grinding your valve plating against his spike plating, he released what sounded to be a grunt. He leaned his head back a bit and pulled your hips into his again, but with a lil more force. You left out a moan and started to pull his face mask off when the sound of a radio transmission was heard. 

“Soundwave, do you copy? Lord Megatron is requesting your-” 

You cut it off with a sigh, getting up from your position, with a slight grumpy look in your optics. Moving out of the way for soundwave and crossing your arms over your chassis. He stood up and placed both his servos on the side of your arms. 

“Request: Continue this later,” 

You sighed, rolling your optics and nodding. You leaned in to kiss his face mask before he turned and left the room. That was the first time you two would be interrupted, but you figured there would be other opportunities to have alone time longer than two minutes. 

-_-_-_-_-_-_

The control room had emptied, the only cons left were you and soundwave. Your servos were busy typing away on a data track, when you noticed it was in fact just you and Soundwave. You got up from your spot and moved closer to him. You dragged your servo from the table he was working on to his servo and then up his arm. 

“Soundwave,” 

You called the mech. He turns his helm to you, the familiar visor looking at you with its glow.

“How about we finish what we started last time?”

You asked, you thought there would be enough time between the next time a mech walks in and now, that you could finish what you started with your sparkmate. 

“Confirmation: Right now?” 

You nodded, you have been too starved of him since the last time you two tried, along with the last time you two enjoyed each other's company. He turned away from the table he was working at, trying to close the gap between you and him when the door opened. 

“Soundwave, You are needed for.”

The con started, soundwave looked towards the con waiting for them to finish and leave before looking back at you. 

“Declaration: Will finish this next time, as requested before.” 

He leans in, placing both his servos on the sides of your helm and bringing it towards him, he placed his facemask on your forehead. Staying for only a nano-kilick before letting go and leaving. You watched as the mech left you standing in the room, your arms crossed over your chassis just like before. You can now mark this as the second time you two have been interrupted during your alone time. 

-_-_-_-_-_-_

You sighed, looking down at the datapad in front of you. It had been a few solar-cycles since you’ve seen Soundwave last. Figuring when he wasn’t busy keeping the Decepticons in the war he’d call for you. Right as you were getting ready to put the datapad down for recharge, the sound of your room door opening was heard and in came Soundwave, he looked in a hurry, the quiet whirring of his vents could be heard.

“Examination: Getting ready for recharge.”

“Yeah, Figured I’d need it for the next solar-cycle. Can’t ever tell when someones going to need me.” 

You spoke, pausing as you looked at the con, he looked like he had something he wanted to ask. 

“Inquiry: Finish what we started?” 

He moved closer to the bed you already sat on, but stopped halfway there, almost like he was unsure. You smiled at him, holding your arms out for him to join you on the bed. 

“Of course, how much time do we have?” 

You asked as he moved closer to you, removing his face mask in the process. 

“10 kilicks.” 

His response was short, since after he spoke his mouth was already on yours. His servos grab your hips, picking you up he moves you to sit in his lap as he sat where you were when we walked in. Your servos moved to his helm, you needed some sort of control or grip on him. You wanted to relish in the moment, but knowing that by the time you two would get to the spark bonding, his kilicks would already be up and someone would come looking for him. You pull back from him, letting out a little moan as he pulls your hips into his. 

“Come on, let's get to it. Please.” 

You didn’t want this to end up like the last 4 times you tried. His hands move from your hips down to his spike panel, opening it allowing the spike to be set free. His servos then move to your valve panel, but he stops. Looking up at you for confirmation that you’re okay with it, You smiled and nodded. He continues, gently reaching for the panel and moving it, you’ll never get over the feeling of moving your panel. Soundwave was always careful, never too harsh or too soft, he knew your frame like the back of his servos. You were so caught up in the thought of how much soundwave cared for you, that when his digits came to rub circles around your clitnub it caught you off guard. A desperate mona left your mouth. He rubbed a few circles around your clitnub before pulling you closer to him. One of his servos went to rest on your aft, while the other stayed on your waist, he leaned back as he picked you up and sat you on his spike with a rocking motion. A loud moan left your vocalizer, Soundwave looked up at you, he watched in awe as your face plate moved and contorted in different ways. 

“Assessment: (Y/N), likes what is happening. Might enjoy it more if-” 

He cut himself off as he moved his servos from your waist to rub your clitnub, and was he right. You sounded like a whore from how much and loud you were vocalizing your enjoyment. You servos gripping his helm as tight as you could, Soundwave hadn’t even started to move his spike, he had you sitting on it while rubbing your clitnub. You moved your servos to his shoulder pads, as you put your forehead against his. 

“Soundwave,” 

You paused, you were struggling to get your words out, a moan or sigh in between your words. 

“Please, please start moving.” 

Your plea did not go unheard as he moved the servos playing with you clitnub to your aft, lifting you up and bringing you back down on his spike, a simple movement that will soon be detrimental to your release. This position went on for a bit until he decided to switch, he now had you face first on the bed as he stood behind you, drilling his spike into you. Both his servos on your hips, pulling you back to meet his. Your servos in fist as you got closer and closer, the tightening feeling in your tank was about to explode. 

“Soundwave, pleasee I'm so close let me finish.” 

You're pleading once again, Soundwave was about to say something when all you heard was a grunt coming from him, and that’s all it took. You release, and then soon after Soundwave does as well. He pulls out of your valve, putting you plating and his back. He then moves to pick you up, placing you on the bed. Kissing your forehead, but you pulled him down for more kisses. After a few more kisses you let him go, he grabs his face mask, smiling down at you before putting his face mask back on, smiling back as you spoke, 

“Thank you Soundwave. I’m glad I finally got to spend time with you.” 

Yeah, you spending time was just sparkbonding, but when was the last time you two got to have moments like these. 

“Statement: Anything for you Sweetspark.” 

He said before leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. His time was coming to an end, with exactly a kilick left. He stood up. Walked to the door and looked back at you. 

“Declaration: Recharge well, (Y/N), See you next solar-cycle.” 

[riskyraiker]

helloooo!! My request is kinda small, but can I request TFP decepticons reactions to a fem reader with a tiger alt mode?? (Colors are just white and black) she’s aggressive, but also gentle to ones she trusts and loves. Hope you don’t mind adding slight romance in it😓 Ty!<33

Reader with a tiger alt mode + the decepticons

Oh my god i love this😭🫶 btw there will not be anything about starscream except him hatin' predaking and reader :D since they're both like animals. Hope you enjoy!!

CW: there's a few dirty jokes so beware!! XD

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Megatron

Finds you a good weapon in the battlefields ofc, but he does want you to be in best shape after every battle. Admires your strength to even defeat the last prime and almost eliminating him.

He rarely needs saving, but when you turned up, ripped optimus away from megatron, something lit up in him. The need of having you.

Talked to you after the whole battle and gave you best treatment he could with ordering knockout!!

The way you're actually gentle and caring didn't interest him before, but now he actually finds you slightly cute if he dares to admit it to himself.

Does like your choice of colour and style. Tigers do represent strength, courage and commanding respect! Like himself.

If he ever got the chance he would tell you he likes you and he will have you in his arms the rest of the day/night

Is really dominant in a relationship of course, but he knows how to be caring atleast.

If you insist of becoming his personal bodyguard he'd let you. Not because he's "weak", but so everyone knows not to challenge him even clearer.

Starscream yelling anything bad about you BANG He'll be getting treated by knockout soon enough. It was either you or Megatron but who cares, you both kick ass.

Any Autobot scum dare to hurt you? He WILL have their helm in under a week.

He actually loves you even if he doesn't say it :) You're on his good side with soundwave!

Soundwave

Does he care at first when he meets you? uhhh, no :) but when you start to check up on him while he works does make his spark a bit warm.

Stalks where you are going once he starts to take interest in you, but not in a creepy way ofc! He wants to know if you're safe or fragging somebot

Finds you pretty when he has time to look at you. Black and white is pretty old style, but fancied after all this time.

If you get injured in a battle he will make the autobots chase laserbeak and he'll comes and gets you back to the nemesis.

If you stay a lot in tiger form he gives you pets if you ask. He ain't that mean and can't say no to that face. (He can :))

He serves Megatron with huge loyalty so he's a busy bot, hope you can live with that. (just stay in the room with him and cuddle his pedes in tiger form)

If he he's busy any other way laserbeak will stay with you. Your little baby bird :)

He doesn't speak so he will just display hearts on his or any other monitor close to you <3

He's just a sweet quiet bot with speaking issues xD

Dreadwing

Treats you decently at first which is so cute. Since you're caring, sweet and follow rules well he thinks you're not that bad.

Once he sees you beat half of the autobot team, he wanted to stay on your good side ALL THE TIME.

Once he catches interest ohhoh, you will be smitten!

I imagine he's more of a gentleman so he would let you go through doors first and help you when needed.

Patrols together? Do you even have to ask :)

Admires your style and the way the black and white bring the best parts of your frame out.

If you're big as a tiger jus give him a ride to battle and just chuckle at autobots' faces.

Spends time with you much as possible, but serving Megatron is most likely higher priority to him than you.

HAND KISSES TO SHOW AFFECTION!!!!!!!!

Injured and need help? It's already taken care of since Dreadwing is in the battlefield with you.

Does say that he loves you multiple times in the week. (Maybe even in a day)

Doesn't like starscream, never did and doesn't now either since he's always trash talking you down.

"Stupid pest! You trashed the whole control room! Can you do anything good in this primus forsaken ship!?!? I might aswell rip you spa-"

"Whose the second in command, starscream? You better shut your intake and not speak a WORD of my love like that again!"

That would turn me on WHO SAID THAT?! NOT ME :)))

Loves you unconditionally and shows it much as he can <3

You kept his knife/sword after he got killed :((

Knockout

"IS THAT A BEAUTIFUL PAINTJOB I SEE?!" his first reaction of you be like :D But like actually he loves it.

That's what he liked in you at first only, but once he gets to see your sweet and caring personality...oh he's probably passing out.

"Since you're the only medic here, I thought you'd like some help :)" You went to help Knockout with something and he didn't even ask? He must be in heaven/one with the all spark?? idfk

Imagine if you save his aft and his fabulous paintjob? He would give you big grin "So you do admire my paintjob, doll? I knew it ;)" Such a fragging dork he is

Go racing with him please!!! Your and Knockout's quality time is racing 100%

Oh and the drive-in theaters he mentioned in season 3! He takes you there for a "date" but doesn't say it is.

Just confessed a random day when you came to check up on him

"Helloooo Knockout, do you need any hel-" "I love you..." "I love you too dummy" *Smooch* Cute

Poor breakdown, now he's the third wheel :,) UNLESS POLYAMORY IS FINE WITH YOU ALL IS FINE ALL IS PERFECT <3<3<3<3

But when he dies you'll help Knockout with buffing :,( and support aswell.

The corniest couple of decepticons or any living cybertronian couples. Just cuteness everywhere nonethless!!!

Breakdown

He was intimated by you at first like he found Arachnid intimidating.

But once you show your sweet and caring side he lowers his walls. He also loves your style (And you already <3)

Talks about you to knockout and asks for advise since he's so clueless.

Seeing your strength in battle made his optics shaped like stars and he admired you for like a week after. He wants to challenge you, but holds his request back.

If your alternate form is a automobile...PLEASE GO FOR A DRIVE TOGETHER

He ain't got the balls to confess so ofc you made the first move

The big bot team in battles!! Go on and beat bulkheads aft and laugh together when you recall those fights back at nemesis (or when he's gone :(

POLYAMOROUS WOOOOOOO GET KNOCKOUT OVER HERE!!

Shows his love for you when there is not many bots around. (Professionalism!!) You're at work so behave!

Hugs, hugs, hugs and HUGS! He's a bigbuly bot so he gives good bear hugs <3

The only thing you have left of him is a pretty crystal he brought you before he died :((

Predaking

Another beast on nemesis? He makes sure you know who's stronger, mightier and loyal. But you managed to surprise him by actually being sweet once you get to know him.

Wants to protect you and if you both are in beast mode you WILL play fight

He might offer you a flight if you are nice enough to him

Fell in love with you when you bit Starscreams wing after he hit Predaking.

Most likely the deadliest duo on the ship unless Megatron joines too >:)

Autobots can go panic into a corner when you two show up on the battlefield :D It feels like a morning stretch to you two xD

You join Predaking if Shockwave decides to "borrow" him for a little bit and it makes his whole frame warm up.

Actually loves you show much and shows it even. SNUGGLES AND CUDDLING DURIN RECHARGE PLS

Wants to spend the future with you. And after the whole Megatron posessed by Unicron thing you both go and live on your own <3 Just him and you, no one else.

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AN: TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY WTF?!?!?! But here you go! Don't mind if the writing is a little scoodaddle, I wrote during the middle of the night and the next morning so it's what it is :)) Hope you like it and don't be afraid to request more!!!!<3333

[bots-and-cons]

What if Megatron were to learn about Dreadwing’s human S/O?

I’m unfortunately not very good at writing Dreadwing. It’s been years since I last saw all of TFP, so I feel like I don’t have a very good grasp on his character, because I don't write for him often. That being said, I did try to write you a scenario anyway since you asked for that in a separate ask, I hope it ended up okay. I started rambling at some point and this ended up a bit longer than I planned but oh well

“Are you sure you want to tell him? From what you’ve told me, Megatron would probably crush both of us if he found out you were involved with a human” you stated.

“It would be worse if he found out from someone else. I must tell him myself”

“I don’t want you to get hurt because of me, and I’m not really keen on the idea that I might get stepped on either” you noted.

You really didn’t understand why Dreadwing thought it so important to tell his master about what was going on between the two of you. You’d of course never met this Megatron, but from what Dreadwing had spoken of him, he did not seem very pleasant, especially towards humans.

“You need not worry about me, and I will never allow anything bad to happen to you” Dreadwing assured, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I must go now, Lord Megatron awaits my return”

“Just, please reconsider this? I couldn’t bear it if you got hurt, especially because of me” you pleaded for one last time. 

“I must tell him” Dreadwing said.

You were left in a cloud of dust as he took a few running steps, transformed and took off. You looked up at the sky as he flew away.

Dreadwing knew it would be better for Megatron to hear it directly from him, rather than from someone else. Of course none of the decepticons knew, but if any of them were to find out, they would surely report it to their leader. He had kept this a secret too long already, he should have informed Megatron the second he got involved with you.

“Lord Megatron, I have returned” Dreadwig said as he marched into the command center.

“May I request an audience with you, Lord Megatron?” Dreadwing inquired with a serious tone.

“What is this about, Dreadwing?” Megatron asked, sounding bored of the conversation already.

“Lord Megatron, I would like to bring to your attention a recent turn of events regarding… me”

“Go on”

“For the past nine months, I have been keeping company with a… human”

“I trust this has been for the benefit of our cause?” Megatron asked, but Dreadwing could hear the irritation in his voice.

“I wish that was the case, but no. I have been with them for my own reasons”

“Why would you keep company with such a lowly creature? What could you possibly get out of them if not information?” Megatron snapped, approaching Dreadwing quickly.

“My liege, I-”

“Do not argue against me, Dreadwing!” Megatron roared. “I command you to dispose of this human pet of yours, immediately”

“With respect my lord, I cannot do that, I refuse to” Dreadwing said.

“You dare to defy me?!”

“In this, I must. I promised that I would never let anything bad happen to them, and if that includes going against your orders, so be it” Dreadwing said, taking a step back in order to defend himself better if need be.

“I will not stand for such insubordination!” Megatron roared, raising his blaster in Dreadwing’s face.

Dreadwing didn’t get much time to think, if he were to die here, Megatron would no doubt make Soundwave track you down, and he would dispose of you in the most cruel way possible. So Dreadwing had a choice to make. Either lie to Megatron or cut ties with you. He knew his decision would put you in danger, no matter what he decided, because Megatron wanted to get rid of you anyway, so he chose to lie. To act like he complied with Megatron’s request, in order to get away and keep you safe.

“I apologize, my lord. I’ve been foolish to keep company with a human. I will carry out your orders right away”

Megatron looked at Dreadwing, suspicion clearly evident in his expression, but he decided to let him go anyway. He could just have Soundwave track Dreadwing’s location and get rid of his treacherous second-in-command and whatever human pet Dreadwing had gotten for himself.

Dreadwing was well aware that Megatron would see through his lies eventually, if he already hadn’t, but he had a chance to get away for now. He would call you, explain the situation and tell you he couldn’t return to you. He would not mead Megatron back to you.

As he flew away from the Nemesis, he could feel the dread settling in his chassis. Why had he thought it would be a good idea to tell Megatron? He should’ve just kept his mouth shut and just kept you a secret, if he had he wouldn’t have to say goodbye to you now. By Primus how could he have been so stupid? There was only one thing to do, and that was to call you and tell you what was happening.

Your phone rang, and you answered it nervously: “Hello?”

“My love”

You could hear in his voice that something was wrong. He didn’t sound hurt, but he sounded upset.

“What is it? What happened?” you asked, getting more worried by the second.

“I am sorry my love. I can never return to you again. You were right, I should never have gone to speak with Megatron about this. I should have foreseen how he would react”

“I kind of want to tell you “I told you so”, but I’m way too upset to do that” you said blankly.

“I am so sorry my love. I hope you’ll always remember my love for you and that you never forget how much you mean to me”

“What’s gonna happen to you? You’re not in danger are you?” you asked.

Dreadwing knew he had to lie, for your sake. He knew you couldn’t bear it if he got hurt because of you, so he was going to tell you it was fine. That he convinced Megatron to spare you both, as long as he cut his ties with you. He hated lying to you, even when it was about something like this, even when it was to save your life.

“I’m going to be just fine. You needn’t worry about me, but I must say goodbye to you now”

“I love you” you sniffled.

“I love you as well” Dreadwing said somberly, before hanging up the call.

It broke his spark that he had to do this, but he would do anything to keep you safe, and even if it meant dying, he would keep you safe.

[petitelepus]

YANDERE COMMISSION

I was commissioned by sweetheart called @biggesttfsimp to write about her Yandere matches!

Idea was that the Reader was taken from their Yandere and they retrieve what is rightfully theirs.

There are some different states of Yandere/Victim relationships in here so they aren’t all completely same.

Enjoy everyone and thank you for commissioning me!

Small warning, Robo violence and blood!

CUT THEM DOWN

You bit your lower lip anxiously as you looked at the Decepticons around you, who were holding you as a prisoner. You had been careless and had gotten caught while enjoying the scenery of the sun setting down the horizon.

An especially beautiful scene this time of the year, but you had been recognized by some Vehicons that were expecting to be praised for capturing one of the Autobots' pet humans.

You have no idea how much time passed, but you were sure your disappearance had been noticed. Especially once Megatron showcased the image of you to the Autobot's frequency, demanding that the heroes would switch the precious Iacon Relics that they had for you.

Now you held no love for Decepticons and they held even less for you, but you weren't a monster. You looked at Megatron who was speaking with Soundwave and Starscream.

"If Autobots want their precious human back, they have to do as I say and bring us the relics they have!" Megatron growled under his breath and Starscream being the sneaky snake he was, kissed ass like a pro. "Yes, and then we shall take over what's-!"

"You guys are making a terrible decision here..." You muttered under your breath, but Starscream had heard you.

The sleek Decepticon turned to look at you and gave you one of his famous glares, "What did you say?"

You swallowed nervously, but held your ground, "You guys are in way bigger danger than I am." You said and silence fell into the room before the whole room full of Decepticons and Vehicons burst out laughing. You bit the inside of your cheek as you were laughed at and finally, they stopped laughing.

"Look after the human," Megatron ordered as he, Soundwave, and Starscream left the room. You looked around nervously at the Vehicons guarding you, and that is when you felt the air in the room shift.

You could feel it, his presence and it made you look around in fear, but you couldn't see him.

"Close your eyes..." Came his whisper and you knew from experience not to disobey him. You closed your eyes and just as you did that, you heard the Vehicons in the room scream in agony. You could only imagine with he was doing there before you to these poor Cons you had tried to warn.

"You can open your eyes." He said and you opened your eyes and saw Ratchet standing there, but your attention was stolen by the bodies of the Vehicons who just a second ago were alive and laughing at you. That, and how Ratchet was covered in the said Vehicon's energon.

What you imagined didn't come even near reality. It appeared that Ratchet had come into the room with a relic called Phase Shifter. The said relic allowed its master to go through objects as they pleased, a truly magnificent piece of Cybertronian technology.

Well, it looked like he had used the relic to pull the sparks straight out of some Vehicon's chests while he had used his knife to cut some apart from inside out. The smell in the room was foreign to you, but you had no doubt that if you were a Cybertronian you would be sick because of all the energon spilled on the floor.

An alarm went off and you could hear a commotion coming outside the interrogation room. Ratchet was standing there by the door and with one punch, he destroyed the code reader that opened and closed the door when the right code was inserted. Now no one would get in and no one could get out.

"My love, how-!" He was saying as he cut you loose from your bindings and saw you properly.

"Your face...!" Ratchet gasped quietly and you blinked in confusion as you raised your hand and touched your cheek. You winced. It must have been bruised at some point of time during your stay with Decepticons.

"Your beautiful face..." Ratchet muttered quietly as he gently touched your cheek with the tip of his servo. You could feel something wet and sticky touch your skin and you shivered at the idea that you had just been touched with hands tainted by robot blood.

"You came..." You said quietly and Ratchet scowled.

"Of course I did." He said as he picked you up and gently held you against his chassis as he opened a commlink to Autobot base, requesting a GroundBridge to your coordinates. You had to hurry because you could hear Decepticons banging on the door, trying to bring it down by brute force.

The portal to Autobot base opened and Ratchet carried you to safety. Once you were at the base, the bridge shut down behind you and Autobots rushed to meet you.

"Ratchet, where did you go, we couldn't contact you and-! Is that energon!?" Optimus asked, but Ratchet ignored him so he could place you on the pedestal where the kids were. The kids surrounded you and while they meant good, you weren't in that good shape to talk with them.

While Rafael tried to leave and get you a glass of water, Jack had to tell Miko to calm down and leave you be for a while. You had just been through something traumatic and you needed space to recover.

"I'll perform a physical on her," Ratchet said, but before he could grab you Arcee stepped between you two. "Ratchet, with all due respect, I think you are too far in this. What exactly went down there on Nemesis, you're covered in energon?"

"Arcee..." Ratchet sighed, but the Autobot femme frowned, but before she could say anything else you butted in.

"It's okay Arcee." You said with a smile as you stepped forward so Ratchet could pick you up. "I don't mind Ratchet checking me. They did get me pretty good, after all?" You chuckled as you pointed at your bruised cheek.

The blue femme frowned, but nodded, accepting your explanation and you smiled as Ratchet carefully picked you up and took you to his quarters to check you. Once the door closed behind you two you looked at him, "Can you put me down?"

Ratchet did as you asked and placed you on his bed. You would barely look at him so he had to ask, "Are you mad at me?"

"...Yes." You nodded and the medic frowned, "Why?"

"Because...!" You scowled, "Because...!"

"I don't understand. Are you mad at me for saving you?" Ratchet asked and you scowled harder, "Maybe..."

Hearing this, the medic got mad, "You needed me! I needed you...!"

"You didn't need to kill them...!" You replied and he frowned, "They hurt you!"

"You noticed that after you had killed them!"

"I only did what I did because I love you, can't you see that?!" Ratchet snapped and you flinched. Seeing this, he sighed and gently touched your shoulder with his servo. "I'm sorry... I only did it because I love you... You have to understand that?"

You did, but was it worth killing someone, even if those someones were simple Vehicons...? You were taught right from wrong at a very young age and now you couldn't tell what this all was. You sighed, your shoulders relaxing considerably as you accepted his words.

"Okay... But no more killing anyone! Alright?" You asked as you turned to look at Ratchet. The medic smiled as he leaned in and gently kissed the top of your head.

"I won't..." He promised...

...But sometimes people took justice into their own hands.

~~~~~~

SNACKS DENIED

"You are in huge trouble." You said from your seated position on a chair you were tied on. The petty villain of Detroit, Angry Archer had captured you in hopes of blackmailing some money out of your companions. While you admit, you had been careless, you hadn't expected to be captured by someone like him.

"Alas, thou are a friend of the Bots, are thou not?" The weirdo in green costume asked and you rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt, "Wrong side, genius."

"That does not matter! I will make my demands and release thou for 6-digit numbers!"

That was a lot of money for little old you. Did he really expect Autobots to carry such riches with them? Even your lover, or what he preferred to be called as wasn't that loaded and he worked for the most sinister Cybertronian you knew.

"You really should let me go. For your own good." You said and you meant it. No matter where you were or where you went, your lover always knew exactly where to find you. You couldn't understand how, maybe was there a tracking chip in you or something, but you couldn't tell.

"And what if I won't? What are thou going to do?"

"It's not what I'm going to do." You said as you heard the sound of a fighter jet approaching the abandoned warehouse you were held in at. "It's what he is going to do when he finds us."

The Archer laughed and was about to reply, no doubt going to brush off your warning, but then something hit earth so hard that the whole warehouse shook. For a second you were afraid that the whole place would collapse on top of you, but your fears went away when you heard a familiar voice.

"WHERE IS SHE!?" Came furious German-accented shouting that you knew belonged to Blitzwing, your kinda lover's, Hotheaded personality.

Next thing you knew, the warehouse's ceiling was ripped off and your partner's red face came into your view. You looked at the Archer who was looking at the scene before him with his eyes wide in shock and you grinned, "I told you."

The Archer gasped and tried to use his magnetic grappling lines to make a quick escape, but Hothead grabbed the line as Archer was about to take off, leaving the human hanging on the line like a fish in a hook.

"YOU LITTLE-! YOU DARE TO STEAL FROM-!" Hothead was saying when his face shifted and the Random personality took over.

"Ooh, snack time!" Random cackled as he raised the villain into the air, but just as he was about to drop the man into his maw, you interrupted him.

"Blitzwing, no!" You shouted and Random stopped, but only for enough time to look at you, "What iz it my little Liebling?"

"Don't eat him!"

"Yes, don't eat me!" The Angry Archer cried out desperately, only amusing Blitzwing's maniac personality even further.

"Und why not?" Random shrugged as he laughed, "He took jou from me!"

"But I'm alright, aren't I? No reason to hurt him!"

"But I-!"

"I think he learned his lesson!" You cried out more seriously and Blitzwing pouted, but then his face changed and Icy took control.

"Very well, if that is what jou want." He said and you sighed in relief. Icy was usually the one who would listen to the voice of reason. You watched him twirl the line Angry Archer had tried to use to escape around the said man, trapping him now instead.

"Wanna cut me loose?" You asked and Blitzwing nodded, and he set the criminal aside but that was when you heard the sirens in the distance. Someone must have called the police when they saw a giant evil alien robot tear a warehouse into pieces.

"I hear Autobot reinforcement approaching." Blitzwing muttered mainly to himself and then Hothead took control, "LET THEM COME! I'LL SQUASH THEM LIKE TIN CANS!"

"No!" You shouted, not wanting any innocent policemen to get hurt because your lover was... Well, partly lunatic Decepticon?

"Can't we just leave?" You asked and Hothead shot a glare in your direction. "JOU WANT ME TO ADMIT DEFEAT!?"

"Please...?" You asked with your eyes big and wide, a puppy look you had mastered when it came to wanting something from Blitzwing. The red-faced mech scowled as he looked at the cute look you were giving him and Icy took control of the body.

"Very well then." Icy nodded with a defeated sigh and cut you loose before picking you up. Just as the police made it to the scene of the crime, Blitzwing transformed into a jet and took off with you inside him.

Back at the Decepticon base, Blitzwing was having an internal fight with himself. He was angry that you had been taken, and then he was mad for letting you loose enough to be captured like that and then he was furious that you had been set in danger.

He kept talking about what if Autobots would have gotten you from Angry Archer before Blitzwing had made it there. They would have no doubt taken you from him and if that had happened who knows if you would have been able to see each other ever again?

You couldn't bare to watch him fight with himself like that. You sighed as you whistled and that caught your lover's attention.

"It's okay Blitzwing." You said as you put on your biggest and most genuine-looking smile, "I'm here now, aren't I?"

"But-!"

"I love you."

At first, those three words were something to say when you wanted something or tried to make your point go through. You hadn't meant them at first, but now that you had been with Blitzwing for so long, you didn't know anymore if you actually did mean them.

You had grown accustomed to his company, his mood swings, and three different personalities who clashed here and there. You couldn't imagine life without him. There was a word for this, Stockholm's Syndrome, but you liked to believe that you were still in control of your feelings if only somewhat.

"Ooh, little Liebling is so cute!" Random, when did he take control, laughed as he leaned down so he was on your level and the situation briefly reminded you of those books and shows where they taught how to talk to children and animals without causing them fear.

"I could just eat you up!" He cackled and knowing him, he might just try that if you chose your words poorly.

"You wouldn't eat me," You smiled, "You love me too much."

"That I do!"

~~~~~~

CAGED BIRD

“You should just leave me.” You had said to these nice Cybertronians who had picked you up about a month ago from this alien market while you were out there waiting... Waiting for who? Well, an opportunity really.

“What are you saying?” This blue mech asked as he smiled, “After we so kindly picked you up when you were lost and hurt?”

“Things change.” You replied and a purple mech laughed, “C’mon, don’t be so formal with us! You’re one of us now, our friend!

Friend? Did friends really talk behind each other’s backs about selling each other to the highest bidder as a pet or as a living stress toy?

Yes, you had heard them speaking about you behind your back, but you didn’t mind.

You weren’t one in danger and you had honestly given these guys a fair warning. Rest was up to them if they would take it or leave it. Either way, time was running out.

Just on cue, the sound of an explosion going off somewhere in the building startled everybody and your companions jumped up from their seats around the table you were all seated at.

“What was that!?” The blue mech shouted and you sighed, “The reckoning is coming.”

“What does that mean!?�� Purple mech shouted and there was another explosion, followed by a blood-curdling scream. The mechs looked at each other in horror and then they heard footsteps...

And Tarn walked into the room.

“Wh- Wha-!” They both stuttered and Tarn looked around the room until his crimson optics landed on you.

“Finally, I found you.” He said and the mechs yelped, thinking he was talking to them, but you could tell that he meant the words to you.

“Who are you!?” The mechs asked.

“My, where are my manners!” Tarn bowed curtly, “I’m here on behalf of our gracious lord Megatron, doing his holy work and eliminating all the traitors of the Decepticon cause.”

“Traitors-!” Blue mech gasped, “But we aren’t Cons!”

“Those against Decepticons shall share their fate with the rest of the traitors,” Tarn replied and both mechs looked like they could piss themselves if they could. You never really looked into Cybertronians’ biology, so you didn’t know.

“The war is over, there is no reason for us to fight anymore!” They shouted, but they might have as well been saying their prayers.

“Ah, I see you have a fair maiden with you,” Tarn said, his focus moving on you and the mechs holding you saw it and their final chance to save their afts.

“It’s the human you want, right?!” The purple mech shouted and he moved quickly as he grabbed you with a little too much strength, making you flinch, and offered you to the leader of the DJD.

“Here! Take her and let us live!”

Tarn looked at you and opened his hand towards you. The mech holding you quickly handed you over and Tarn immediately moved you to a much more comfortable position in his arms.

“How have you been, my fair maiden?” He asked and you smiled, “They have been decent towards me.”

“You heard her! We have been nice to her!” The purple mech shouted and his blue partner nodded while looking desperate, “So, you let us go now, right?”

“You seem to have misunderstood.” Tarn shook his helm as he snapped his servos and stepped aside. “I never said I would spare you, you just assumed so.”

Two Cons stepped into the room, Helex, and Kaon, both smiling sadistically at the sight of two more victims.

As the mechs holding you started to beg for their lives, Tarn turned and left the room so you wouldn’t see the bloodshedding. In his own way, he wanted to keep you pure so he never let you see the violence.

You sighed as you closed your eyes for a moment, feeling exhaustion taking over you, and the next thing you knew, you were back at Peaceful Tyranny.

Tarn gently placed you on your own seat and you looked downwards. Your skirt was a little bit out of its place, showing your purple bruised leg.

Truth was, that you had long ago stopped feeling anything on your legs. They just were there.

While Nickel didn’t like you, she had made sure you were alright, or as alright as you could be. You wouldn’t lose your legs and with the right treatment, you could maybe even gain back control of them.

Until then you would be bound to your wheelchair. Just the way Tarn liked you. Totally dependent on him.

“While I understand your need to be useful, this stunt you pulled was way too risky,” Tarn said and you looked at him.

“I’m sorry Tarn.” You weren’t really sorry, but Tarn worshipped you too much to notice a false apology.

“You do know that I have you locked away for your own safety, don’t you?”

“Yes, Tarn.” You nodded and your lover continued, “The world is a scary place for someone like you. You need me to survive in here.”

“Yes, Tarn.” You nodded again as your eyes landed on your purple leg again.

In a way, you were like a little bird, unable to use its wings. Tarn had made sure of that.

He seemed to notice how you looked at your useless legs and he carefully moved your long skirt so it covered your legs completely. He was quiet and you could tell he was feeling bad in his own way.

"It's alright Tarn...” You said as you smiled bravely. "I wouldn't leave you even if I could."

Again, you could tell he listened to you, latching onto every word that slipped past your lips. He was happy, you could tell.

There was a small moment of silence between the two of you and he was first to break it, clearing his intake and he stood up.

“Now it’s almost dinner time.” Tarn noted as he checked the time and you could tell he was smiling at you, “Won’t you sing for me?”

And you smiled, “Yes, Tarn.”

[skylarkking]

"One In The Same"

A TFA Blitzwing x Mech!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Chapter 6: Enigma

"Kid, you don't want to know who Enigma was." Ratchet said as we settled down in the main area of the base, the other Autobots and myself giving him a curious look.

"This is the first time I've heard of a bot named Enigma." Optimus said.

"And it's better if it remained that way." Ratchet huffed defensively. "Enigma was a Decepticon that rivaled the rest. Designed to kill any soldier that stood in his way. He was a monster."

"If there was a Decepticon that horrible," Bumblebee said. "We would have known about him, wouldn't we?"

"The reason you young bots don't know about Enigma was because he disappeared during the war." Ratchet said.

"So who was he?" I asked.

"Kid-"

"Who. Was. Enigma?" Ratchet and the others were surprised by how stern I was, their expressions almost appearing as if they were afraid of me.

"Enigma was... a bot without a conscience." Ratchet said. "A brutal soldier who has taken more lives than anyone else. A lot of battles that were won by the Decepticons were because of Enigma, but the credit was always taken by Megatron. A cold forged, cold fueled, cold sparked killer."

"Why would Starscream call Y/D Enigma then?" Bumblebee asked. "Hes norhing like that bot!" Ratchet stiffened at the question, and I knew then and there that he knew the answer.

"The cadaver that was used to make me," I said quietly as I looked up at Ratchet. "Was Enigma, wasn't it?"

"It... it was." Ratchet said barely above a whisper. "But none of us knew it at the time of your creation."

"I... I should be destroyed." I whispered as I scrunched up into a ball. "I should have been destroyed right when I was created! I should be destroyed right now!"

"Y/D," Ratchet said as he sat next to me on the makeshift sofa and pulled me into a hug. "Don't say stuff like that."

"But I'm a monster, Ratchet!" I sobbed. "I-i-I."

"Shhh, shhh." He hushed as he held me tighter. "You are not Enigma, you never were. Your spark is kind, and you mean well." He gently held the back of my helm and kissed the top of it like a sire would to comfort a sparkling. I ended up sobbing myself into recharge against the medic, and Ratchet gently moved me so I was lying on my side.

"Ratchet," Optimus said quietly. "If what you say is true, does that mean he can remember what Enigma did?"

"Unlikely." Ratchet said. "His memory core was purged before the cadaver that makes up his base form was found. Unless somehow a backup memory was created and remotely fed back into his processor, he shouldn't remember any of that old life."

-with the head of Megatron-

"So, the memory transfers are successful." Megatron muttered to himself as he accessed my recharging form. "But it seems I can only do this when his main consciousness is powered down. Poor little thing. Although... it would be useful to have another triple changer for the Decepticons. Especially one that is far more stable than that bumbling fool Blitzwing. But it seems I'll have some more work to do before any of my Decepticons finally bring him to me. Starting with reminding him of who he really is."

-with Y/D-

As I lay there in recharge, I had another dream, this one far more horrific and terrifying than any other.

I was in the middle of a battlefield all alone with swarms of Autobots desperately trying to take me down with a barrage of blaster fire only for me to dodge almost every shot as I attacked. My claws ripped bots nearly twice my size to absolute shreds, energon and oil flying in the air followed by the screams of snuffing sparks.

"WE CAN'T BRING HIM DOWN!" One of the Autobot commanders yelled only to get silenced by my claws.

"Leave no survivors." I muttered. "All Autobots shall be erased."

"CAPTAIN!" Another Autobot shouted just to get slaughtered by me. There was no stopping the carnage. There was no stopping the monster that I was.

When the last autobot on the battlefield fell to my claws, I stood alone drenched in energon and oil with an emotionless expression.

"Excellent work, Enigma." I heard Megatron say as he, Lugnut, and Starscream landed bot far from me.

"Enihalation of Autobot soldiers: 98.3%." I reported.

"You let some escape?!" Starscream snapped.

"1.7% predicted surviving Autobot forces. Current whereabouts: unknown." I said.

"It does not matter." Megatron said. "With the perfect war bot under my command, norhing will stand in my way from taking Cybertron for the Decepticons."

"Bah, if this Enigma project is so deadly, then why hasn't it destroyed the old senate yet?" Starscream huffed. Megatron grabbed Starscream and hoisted him up by the neck with a scowl.

"Because I didn't command it." He snarled. "Enigma is a weapon, not an assassin." Megatron tossed Starscream aside and focused his gaze on me. "But it may be time to use that weapon for a more... high valued target."

"And what target would that be, oh great Megatron?" Lugnut asked.

"Crystal City." He said. "The Autobots have the Allspark hidden there."

"Why bother with it?" Starscream rasped as he finally managed to get his voice box working again.

"Enigma wasn't just built to be an unstoppable force of pure, cold terror. He is capable of doing so much more."

"I... don't follow."

"With the Allspark, Enigma will become the ultimate weapon where not even Unicron himself could stop him."

"And what's to prevent him from betraying us?" Starscream hissed.

"He is programmed to have no remorse, you fool." Megatron growled. "He feels nothing. There are no thoughts, no emotions, no individuality. His will is mine and mine alone."

With those words, I awoke with a gasp, my frame jolting upright with coolant dripping down my forehelm like morning dew. My vents were strained, and my frame shook slightly, the sound alerting Ratchet from a nearby work station.

"Kid? You alright?" He asked.

"Just... just a bad dream." I said. "I'll be fine."

Little did I realize that, with the coming days, I was not going to be fine.

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[valve3nthusiast]

Hey have I ever mentioned that I'm a teeny tiny bit insane about Crystal City arc. My brain is chewing on wrift sexy kidnapping aus constantly... and then I get frustrated when I have no solid ideas because a barbarian au just doesn't have Crystal City vibes but I'm stuck on a pre-spacetravel setting

I've sort of settled on an ancient greece-esque warring city-states au??? And some wifeposting themes snuck in there too (this ended up more plot-y than smutty honestly) (I didn't realize how long this got so editing a cut here)

Deadlock's backstory is mostly the same with only setting tweaks: he's a Rodion mercenary who rises up and then falls out of Megatron's favor, got assigned to Turmoil and eventually skedaddled, etc

The Decepticon Empire he fought for is a coalition of city-states and conquered territories, led by Megatron, with the goal of uniting all of Cybertron under one banner. Autobots is an alliance of city-states that oppose them, yadda yadda you get the idea

IDK what plot setup needs to happen yet but Wing and "Drift" meet and get to know each other outside of Crystal City and bond a bit. I like the idea of Wing getting to know Deadlock before Wing's very presence and worldview radically changes his personality, with Wing first realizing he's intensely drawn and attracted to Deadlock

Then Wing rescues Deadlock from *handwaves* a situation and brings him back to Crystal City... but in this au, Crystal City has avoided being conquered by having *handwaves again* some kind of myserious, unknown, and impenetratable defense

A defense that get a lot less mysterious when Deadlock sees it from the inside, which now makes him a threat to Crystal City. Wing, of course, protests killing his friend? someone who hasn't yet done anything wrong, but they still cant let him leave...

To avoid alarming the populace by admitting an enemy soldier could threaten the secrets of the City, and to Wing's hesitance and Deadlock's outrage, "Drift" is to be integrated into life in the City as Wing's warbride

It's not uncommon for a mech in an invaded or conquered territory to catch a warrior's eye, and be brought back home as a "kept conjunx". Crystal City holds no outside territories, but venturing Knights still participate in this custom. If Deadlock doesn't want to spend the rest of his life in a cell, it's his best option for keeping some of his freedom in Crystal City

Wing, obviously, feels horribly guilty about this, not helped by his unspoken attraction to Drift. He swears to find a way for Drift to escape while still protecting the residents of the city. Drift was stripped of his guns, so he even secretly begins teaching Drift swordfighting, something that's banned for anyone other than the Knights of the Circle of Light. He doesn't want Drift to feel helpless, but if they get caught he's in trouble

But what they do in secret doesn't change the facts: terrifying deception Deadlock now has to act like a submissive conquest. He's expecing the next years to be torture, upholding appearances by being paraded about like a fancy pleasure drone as Wing yanks him around by a metaphorical (or maybe even literal) leash

That... isn't what happens

When the Circle said "integrated" they meant it. The other Knights have warbrides (I figure ocs) who accept Deadlock into the group with open arms. There's probably a little subplot I could do here with them being autobots and decepticons working together. It would be the first time Deadlock had ever actually felt a strong sense of community, Dead End and the Empire wouldn't have that, and it would start the path to shaking up his worldview on the war

And the way Wing treats him... Wing is... gentle. They go on dates, like a pair of ridiculous, smitten newbuilds. He sees the normal civilians of Crystal City, living a normal life unaffected by war. His instinctive reaction of disgust slowly changes over time, to something else that he can't quantify...

(A guiding hand around his hip, kisses pressed to his cheek. The most amorous thing they do in public is him cuddling into Wing's chest as Wing strokes his finials)

(They should be doing more than that. Crystal City isn't some utopia, plenty of Knights see fit to enjoy their warbrides in public in the "traditional" manner. Warbrides can and do take issue with their situation, hence why they've formed a community to support each other. But even under pressure from the Circle, Wing cannot bring himself to do that to Drift)

(Deadlock doesn't know how to feel when the other warbrides tell him that his relationship is like a fairy tale romance. They're right, after all: he is lucky to have a conjunx who cares)

The juicy part of this au for me is Deadlock realizing he likes the play-pretend. He likes how Wing treats him like something beautiful and delicate... struggling with the realization he's slowly grown to enjoy pretending to be "Drift", Wing's tamed former-deception wife, to the point where he isn't pretending anymore

Maybe some sort of plot thing happens that finally shakes the last of his loyalty to the Decepticon Empire and gets him more freedom, and after so many years of a loving relationship with Wing, he embraces being a resident of Crystal City. The City is far from perfect, but... it has Wing. It's painful, to finally choose to sacrifice being a warrior

He gets a rebuild that at first glance seems more civilian... but he would never be satisfied with being defenseless, so the new frame is covertly armored and insanely flexible (honestly I just want to give him his mtmte childbearing hips again)

The first time they have sex would be so emotionally crunchy, Wing trying so hard to apologize for the poor circumstances through action, tenderly making love to Deadlock like his nervous warbride is a virgin on his bonding night, the way Wing wanted to from the very beginning...

Constantly praising how beautiful he is, how indomitable in soul, how privileged Wing is to be able to call him wife... Deadlock is completely undone by the way Wing makes sure he feels special, valued, being so slow and careful with his pleasure, like he's a blushing noble waif instead of a hardened gun-for-hire

(Like he's worth the effort)

Either wrift lives happily ever after (for a given value of such, Drift is still kidnapped) or more bullshit happens and I write it up in a second post. Honestly will probably make a second post because I can't resist writing about pregnant Drift and I didn't even mention that in all this nonsense

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

You know who we do not have enough of? Blackout. We need some of the big boy. I propose this challenge: mayhaps some headcannons of what it’s like being Blackout’s S/O? Cybertronian preferably but if you want to do human too that’s fine. Like does he let them in the cargo bay if his alt. Mode if they fit? Is he a gentle giant? Is he a big teddy bear? Does he hid it or is he open and proud like “this one is mine. All the rest of you can scram!” If it’s too hard feel free to just say “yeah too much of a challenge, sorry” (I’m not trying to be taunting, I just want to let you know your safe to verbally say you can’t do that)

Challenge accepted and extended (I did both)

Cybertronian S/O:

Blackout was not looking for love. He was not opposed to the idea; it just wasn’t a priority. He had heard of bots getting together despite the war. He just had no time for it, he was far too busy following Megatron’s orders.

Meeting his S/O was pure luck. And Blackout is pretty sure Primus had something to do with it. His S/O appeared, and suddenly he found he had time for love. It was not quick. It took him a while to grow feelings, but when he did, he fell hard.

Blackout is incredibly loyal to Megatron, so much so that it strained the relationship for a while. Blackout would drop everything and abandon his S/O if Megatron asked him to do something. He didn’t want to. He wanted to spend all of his time with his S/O and he missed them greatly when he left. If he could he would have taken his S/O with him, but Megatron wanted him to fly solo missions. His S/O spoke to him about it, saying if they continue to not spend time with them, they may as well not be together. Blackout did not want that to happen. As much as he was devoted to Megatron, he adored his S/O and wanted them in his life. After the war, he wanted to enjoy their new lives together. He drew back slightly from his duties. He would still do a lot of work for Megatron. But Blackout also made sure to take enough time to be with his S/O.

If he is away, he will make regular comm calls to his S/O. He won’t if he has to be stealthy, and he usually focuses on getting the mission done to get home to them quicker. But he also likes to check-in and keep them in contact, letting them know he is thinking of them and trying to get back to them.

In regards to letting people know. He’ll tell others of his relationship status, so they are aware. Then not really bring it up again. He doesn’t think everyone needs to know about his life or dating habits. He likes to keep it private. He also likes to keep his S/O and all information about them to himself. He doesn’t want others to get to know his S/O or really have much to do with them. He trusts his S/O, but not the other Decepticons.

He is fine with expressing and giving a small amount of affection in public. If he needs to disappear on a mission, he will kiss his S/O and tell them he loves them before leaving. Even if there is someone watching. They are grown mechs, then can understand that bots love each other. Although he does not go overboard, he feels like more attention and affection should be left to their alone time.

He is not a big gift giver. His way of showing love is spending quality time with his S/O. Since he spends so much time away busy with missions, for him to make time for his S/O shows he really cares. He also shows love through affection.

He’s not sappy. He doesn’t delve into his emotions and say long speeches of love. And he doesn’t do much cutesy touches. He isn’t into hand holding. But he likes hugs, and he likes having his S/O lay on him, while he wraps his arms around them. He likes being tight and close together.

Human S/O:

Out of all the creatures of the universe, he was not expecting to fall in love with a human. Yet it happened. For a long time, he was in denial. He took them in, under the pretenses they would be a useful source of information. But he kept them hidden away from the other Decepticons for fear they would get hurt.

It took a long time for him to come to terms with his feelings. But eventually he admitted it and took it in stride. If someone asked about it, he would say. “Yes, do you have a problem with it?” With his record, no one stepped up with a problem. The others just left him to it.

Since they are so small, he is able to carry them around wherever he goes. Which means they can go on every mission with him and he can spend all his time with them. He doesn’t give them much of a choice, just states they are going to stay with him and he will protect them.

When he flies, they sit in his cockpit. When he transforms, he switches from carrying them in his servo and carrying them on his shoulder.

He likes closeness, so he rarely lets them go or sets them down. He wants them with him at all times and the best way to do that is to keep carrying them.

He won’t let any harm come to them. Even if a Decepticon says something jokingly about them getting hurt, Blackout takes it seriously and will beat on the con. Teaching them a lesson to never threaten his S/O even if joking.

Most of the time, when his S/O has to sleep, he will transform and let them rest inside of him so they are protected from the elements. Occasionally if he feels in the mood for a closer connection, he will hold them to his chest while the sleep.

He likes to pet his S/O, they are soft and pleasant to touch. And he knows humans like touch as a means for affection, so he will oblige to keep his S/O happy. Pets include, rubbing their back, gently squishing them between his digits as a makeshift hug. Brushing their hair. He will allow them to kiss his face, he likes the sensation of their soft warm lips on him.

[eldritchships]

Reunited in Witwicky

The stand-off brings two long lost lovers back together. (Spoilers for Episode 24 of Transformers Earth.spark)

"Clever, using the old Decepticon emergency line." Megatron commended, raising his cannon to the right and firing again.

"I think you mean, ingenious." Shockwave corrected. He brandished the Immobilizer towards the GHOST-mechs, and in doing so, he missed a deep crease ease from Megatron's brow.

Across the yard, amid the carnage, Flatline gripped a mech by the jetpack, and thrust his harpoon through its stomach. Sparks flew as the harpoon pierced clean through, and Flatline wrenched the deactivated mech off onto the ground. He turned to find the next enemy. Then he stopped, and his ventilation fans ground to a halt. He saw Megatron, wielding his energy mace with righteous fury.

Standing beside him was Shockwave.

Online, intact, exactly the same as the last time Flatline had seen him.

Flatline's optics grew wide. His pedes were moving before his processor could catch up, first at a stumble, then a sprint. Blaster fire whizzed past his helm and barked orders dully registered in his audials. His optics never left Shockwave. He swerved and darted between people - bot and GHOST alike - crossing the expanse of the yard in what felt like mere seconds.

As he came close, diving underneath a swooping mech soldier, Shockwave's helm snapped around. His cannon arm fired, the head launching like a grappling hook towards the blur of movement that had flashed by his peripheral. The head hooked its claws around Flatline's chest plate, and Flatline grunted in discomfort before the cable winched, reeling him in with it. He didn't make any attempt to stop it, and he was soon being held aloft at arm's length, his servos clutching into a purple forearm. A burning yellow optic, bright as the sun, bore into Flatline's faceplates. Then it flashed.

"Flatline..." Shockwave's arm dipped, but quickly straightened again, keeping Flatline from falling. Flatline's vocaliser caught and fizzled with static, staring back at him. It reset with a soft click, and then Flatline laughed, the sound shaky and thick as he surged forward to claim Shockwave's helm in his servos. Shockwave pulled him close, stepping backwards and using his other servo to take another shot with the Immobiliser, freezing approaching mechs. Wheeljack slid in front of Shockwave, planting himself as a barrier between the Decepticon and GHOST's forces.

"You're alive." Flatline breathed. The tail rotors on his ankles spun, and his brow creased upwards. He couldn't have cared if the invading army were attacking here or on the moon. It was as if the remains of Cybertron itself had resurrected itself in his servos, brushing his digits firmly along beautiful grey finials. He dived to wrap his arms around Shockwave's neck cabling, squeezing hard enough to choke. His optics closed just as tight, but he felt Shockwave's cannon press against the dip of his back, keeping him flush against the other bot's form.

"Flatline." Shockwave repeated, firmer and more certain. Another laugh bubbled from Flatline's mouth and he kissed the closest patch of purple plating.

Shockwave suddenly lurched back, a laser beam skidding by his knee coupling. Flatline's optics opened and he remembered his surroundings, the fight against GHOST, the Autobots and the vulnerable Terrans. He unlocked his arms and dropped back onto his own two pedes, servo still lingering on the side of Shockwave's helm, where his cheek would be.

"Do your air filters still work?" Flatline smiled. Shockwave's optic brightened and his helm tilted, leaning into Flatline's servo.

"Of course."

Flatline's own blue optics shone for the first time in decades, and his breathing mask slid over his faceplates with a metallic snap. His spark wrenched when he pulled his digits from Shockwave's helm, but he turned around to face the fight with his helm high, rotor blades flared. His right servo clenched, the harpoon hissing as it readied to deploy. Feeling Shockwave's presence at his side, Flatline let out a shuddering, overwhelmed sigh against the mask, and he shot his harpoon towards the nearest GHOST-mech.

Not far off, Elita-1 and Hashtag charged forward in vehicle mode, with Nightshade flying close behind.

[autobots-and-their-crazy-kids]

A Happy Smile

A Short TFA Optimus Story 

...

This was supposed to be a happy day for him...

Optimus looked himself in the mirror, trying his best to smile. 

He was polished to perfection and repainted with more blue then red on his armor. 

He was wearing the finest of clothes, with a necklace that had dangling beautiful jewels of every color. 

He even has the Autobot Elite Guard symbol on his shoulder (even though he’ll never truly be one).

Most people would be happy and grateful in his situation. 

But he just can’t bring himself to smile today. 

But he knows that he has to. 

This day must be perfect. 

It’s the only way to save Sentinel. 

Optimus has already lost one friend and he refuses to lose another... even if he hates Optimus. 

... 

Sentinel silently glared at the smiling face of Optimus, as the Prime in-title-only walked into the church and towards a happy Ultra Magnus. 

By the end of the day, they’ll be married and Optimus will have the most powerful Autobot in Cybertron as his husband... 

This is all fragging slag! 

Optimus lets Elita die to spiders and an energon explosion, yet all the blame gets placed on Sentinel over what happened on that stupid planet! 

However, for some reason Ultra Magnus suspended him, instead of expelling him from the academy... the Autobots probably remember how powerful Sentinel is, which is why they lessened his punishment.  

Then instead of Optimus getting punished as well, he gets rewarded with marrying Ultra Magnus! 

Sentinel always knew that Optimus wasn’t as perfect as he pretended to be, but even he didn’t know that Optimus could be so horrible, selfish and greedy... 

Optimus doesn’t look like he cares about Elita’s death at all. 

He’s acting like it never happened.

As well as ignoring Sentinel on purpose.

All Optimus cares about is Ultra Magnus and his power... 

Well, Optimus better enjoy that power while he still can, because the moment that Sentinel becomes Magnus, he’s gonna banish Optimus from Cybertron and every colony world! 

Sentinel ignored the flickers of jealousy in his spark, when Optimus had the biggest grin on his face as Ultra Magnus leaned down to kiss his lips. 

The grin stayed, as Ultra Magnus lifted Optimus into his arms and gave the smaller Autobot a deeper kiss. 

If Sentinel didn’t know any better, he’d say that smile almost looked painful. 

... 

Blackarachnia honestly doesn’t what to feel about the wedding, when she heard of it and saw the video with Megatron, Starscream and the other Decepticons... 

At first, she was angry and felt betrayed again... but then she saw Optimus’ smile during the wedding... 

It wasn’t a happy smile. 

It was a ‘I’m going to pretend everything is okay’ smile. 

Optimus has done that smile a lot back at the academy, but it was never that big before. 

She can even see his eye twitching a bit, after Ultra Magnus began to carry him. 

The small part of Blackarachnia wasn’t corrupted, the part of her that’s still Elita, honestly felt sorry for Optimus. 

And the rest of Blackarachnia felt some pity as well. 

She could tell that Optimus doesn’t want to marry Ultra Magnus and is somehow being forced to. 

She might be a half-organic spider beast, but at least she’s allowed to stay single, free and not be forced to marry someone she doesn’t love. 

The spider bot thinks that the kindest thing that she can currently do for Optimus is to not get revenge, if they ever saw each other again. 

He’s already been punished enough... and he’s gonna suffer even more if Megatron ever finds him. 

... 

Optimus took deep, silent breathes and he got closer to Ultra Magnus. 

When he got in front of his taller leader, he kept smiling and offered his smaller hands. 

He pretends that the warmth from the bigger hands was comforting. 

He ignores the words that Alpha Trion was saying and focused on his hands that were joined with his... husband. 

When the rings were finally given and Ultra Magnus kissed him, Optimus kept pretending to be in love. 

When Ultra Magnus had carried him away to the ship, Optimus pretended that he was happy. 

And when before the kiss, Ultra Magnus had whispered to him “Always being by my side... this is your true programming...you don’t need to be a hero...” Optimus shed a single tear of joy. 

That’s what Optimus keeps telling himself and others... it was a tear of pure joy.

(https://autobots-and-their-crazy-kids.tumblr.com/post/688525640222294016/tfa-unhappily-betrothed-prime-au-what-if-optimus) 

(If you want to make a story about this TFA World, be my guest! <3) 

[mr-miss-anonymous]

A Bit(e) of Assurance

(Part 3 of the Texaid Chubby series)

Word Count: 1,383

Pairing: First Aid/Vortex

Rating and warnings: T; belly kink, belly stuffing, safe words

It’s a sight Vortex enjoys, but isn’t sure he’ll ever get used to.

The Combaticon had lost count of the endless possible kinks and intimate positions he and the Autobot medic had tried over the past six months, but this one in particular had stuck out like a sore thumb. He wasn’t sure what about it got his engines so revved, but seeing First Aid stretched out across the couch, helm resting against a pile of cushions as he whimpered and groaned above the audible gurgles of his overly stuffed tanks was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He’d never admit it, but the sight alone was nearly enough to bring him to climax.

“No more,” First Aid said, barely lifting his helm up off the cushions to stare up at Vortex with a pained, desperate look. “Please, ‘tex. No more, I’m—“ he was promptly cut off by a gurgling belch that dissolved into a painful, gut-jerking hiccup, and Vortex would’ve been lying if he said the very sight didn’t have him desperate to smother First Aid in kisses. “Ugh, I’m gonna burst.”

“You’re not,” Vortex said as he leaned in, one servo braced against First Aid’s thigh as the other delivered heaping spoonful of creamy, decadent energon sherbet. “We went over the specifics, remember? It would take, like… twice as much as I’ve fed you for you to actually burst.”

The blunt assurance didn’t seem to do much to convince First Aid, who merely let his helm fall back against the cushions with another moan. When Vortex lifted the spoonful to his mouth, though, he didn’t hesitate to take it all in one bite. Vortex gave the poor, rumbling belly a comforting pat, cooing soft words of praise as he leaned back to scoop up another spoonful of thick, creamy sherbet.

He’d saved it for last, mostly due to its filling nature. Well, that, and he liked to see First Aid squirm a little. The poor medic was practically writhing beneath him, his legs thrown over Vortex’s hips and the bloated mesh of his belly pushing outward into his lap. If it hadn’t been for slick lubricant building up behind his panels or the way his cooling fans whirred to life every time Vortex went on about how much he adored stuffing First Aid to the brim, the Combaticon would’ve worried that his partner didn’t actually enjoy the feeding session.

It was definitely a bit of a grey area for Vortex, given his past experiences with the medic. Relationship or no, he was still the Decepticon’s number one interrogator, and Vortex often found himself hesitant to involve tactics so similar to his interrogation style to their bedroom play. He wasn’t against it, of course—after all, he wouldn’t be here in this situation if that were the case—but it was most certainly an area of insecurity for him when it came to First Aid’s comfort and safety.

Primus, Vortex thought, shaking his helm as he buried the spoon into the sherbet. It was a miracle nobody had found out the extent of their relationship yet. He knew for a fact that should Megatron ever find out he was… urgh, starting to catch feelings, things between him and First Aid would have to end immediately.

“Hey,” came the soft voice, and Vortex glanced back to find First Aid staring at him with that sickeningly sweet expression. “You still doing okay?”

Uh-oh. First Aid was worried now.

“I’m fine,” he said, maybe a little too gruffly, and shoveled another spoonful into First Aid’s mouth. “But the sherbet’s melting. You wouldn’t want me to force you to drink it straight from the carton, would you?”

That got a response out of First Aid, albeit a startled one. As if the mere thought of having anything but slow, measured spoonfuls at a time was too much, his bloated belly gave a low, rumbling gurgle. First Aid grimaced at the sound and got to rubbing, his face contorted into a pained expression as he swallowed down the large mouthful of sherbet Vortex had fed him.

As much as he loved stuffing his medic silly, Vortex still struggled to determine what was consensual and what veered into the territory of uncomfortable. At any other time, the pained expression on First Aid’s face would’ve told him that the poor medic had had enough, and that he needed to back off a bit, but extensive planning and drilling the use of a safe-word into their processors removed the need for such worries.

It was still a learning process, of course, and Vortex found that he still paused every so often, spoon in the air as he awaited First Aid’s use of their safe word. Was this a “Pharma” situation, or was he reading too far in between the lines? Just like he’d done so many times before, Vortex paused, his optics locked on First Aid’s lips as the other worked through the large bite of sherbet.

He waited, and waited… and waited, but it never came. No Pharma. This was still enjoyable, still consensual. In the back of his mind, Vortex made a small mental note of it.

Vortex continued feeding First Aid bite after bite of the sherbet until he’d reached the very bottom of the container. As he’d expected, there was some melted sherbet leftover, but one look at First Aid’s overly large middle and pained, sick expression told him that he should probably pass on forcing his partner to finish it off. Instead, Vortex set all of the empty food containers aside and got comfortable alongside First Aid, shifting them both until their legs were intertwined and First Aid was resting his helm comfortably against Vortex’s chest.

It wasn’t a huge couch by any standards, but the lack of extra room made for better cuddling circumstances—at least, that’s what the shop sellers had said. Typically, Vortex found that he agreed.

“How’s the belly?” Vortex asked softly, his digits drifting over the swell of First Aid’s middle in gentle, soothing patterns. He kept his helm propped up with the other servo, giving himself plenty of space to study First Aid’s lax expression.

“Mmm,” First Aid hummed in response, his optics falling shut as Vortex’s fingers dug a little deeper. “Feels better when you rub it.”

“Oh yeah?” Vortex said, a small, smug smile stretching across his faceplates. “What if I… do this?”

Slowly, so as to avoid jostling First Aid’s already sensitive middle, Vortex sat up and scooted over until he was straddling First Aid’s lap, his frame propped up with both servos on either side of the ample belly he was faced with. First Aid peeked up from over the swell, somehow managing to look both adorable and curious at the same time, and Vortex couldn’t help but smile even wider.

“You did so well,” he said, leaning down to place gentle kisses in between the seams of First Aid’s strained plating. “You and your belly. Didn’t think you’d manage to keep it all in, to be honest with you.”

“I’m not a newbie, ‘tex,” First Aid scoffed. “You act like this is our first ever stuffing session.”

“Yeah, well—“ Vortex’s cheeks flushed with heat, and he fought the urge to shy away from First Aid, who’d sat up to join him. “I’m just—I’m just worried, is all.”

“About what?” First Aid asked. He pulled Vortex in until the Combaticon’s own frame was pressed flush against his own, his servos already trailing over tender plating and open seams. “Worried I’ll change my mind halfway through? We’ve been over this, Vortex. I trust you, alright?”

“I know,” Vortex huffed. He wanted to stay broody for a bit, if only to emphasize his concern, but he could do little against the gentle kisses First Aid placed against his cheeks, his neck, his nose. “I know, Aid.”

“Take it from me,” First Aid said. “You make a very good feeder. The best, even.”

Well… when he put it like that. Having no other choice in the matter, Vortex would just have to accept the praise and take First Aid’s word for it. Of course, that wasn’t hard to do at all. Not when it was kinks they were talking about, and not when it was First Aid.

[liaswritesrobots]

hi!!!! could i get a cyberverse starscream x reader fluff scenario please? like theyre just cuddling together and talking abt their separate days!! [the reader is human btw]

The front door swings open, making you jump in spot on the couch. You look over to see a mass-displaced Starscream standing in your doorway, soaked and looking annoyed.

"UGH! You would not believe the day I'm having!" He whines as he lets himself in from the rain and slams the door behind him.

"Star, babe!" You jump up from your seat, "You're soaking wet… hold on I'll grab a towel for you!" You say running to your bathroom and quickly coming back with a big, soft towel for him to dry off on, "Here. While you dry off I'm gonna grab something from my room." You say handing him the towel before going to your room and grabbing your biggest blanket.

You make your way back to your living room where you see Starscream sitting on the couch and drying off his legs. You sit beside him as he pats himself with the towel then you drape the blanket over him, "Here, this should warm you up."

He lets out a content, but dramatic sigh, "Much better."

"What happened, Starscream?"

His mood instantly sours again, he frowns and furrows his brow, "That Scrapheap Megatron managed to not only step out of the way of my blaster but then TOSSED ME out into the rain by my wings!" He crosses his arms.

"Awww, hon, you'll get him next time." You say, patting his arm, "Maybe." You say under your breath.

"I know but it was still EMBARRASSING AND FRUSTRATING!"

"It's alright Star," You say, leaning your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around him, "You'll get him one day. He'll have to take you seriously then."

"He should be taking me seriously NOW!"

"I know." You bring his servo up to your face and give him a kiss on the back of it, "You'll have your day. I know it." You try to reassure him.

He melts to your embrace and relaxes a bit, leaning his helm on your head, "How was your day, beloved? Surely better than mine." He asks, wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer.

"Uneventful mostly. After breakfast I did a little house cleaning, then read a book, then checked in with my boss for the next work schedule. I just got done with dinner and was about to see if any good movies were on when you came in and almost gave me a heart attack." You say the last part in a joking tone.

"Ah. Sorry for that…"

"It's alright Star." You say leaning onto his chassis.

He pats your hair and smiles, "So what's on then?"

"Not sure yet, let's find out." You say breaking out of his grip to grab the remote from the coffee table in front of you. You lean back towards him, laying your head on his chassis as he wraps his arm around you again. You turn on the tv and begin flipping through channels for something good to watch.

"You know… once I become Decepticon leader, you can have access to your own private theater if you want."

You give a soft smile as you lay an arm around his hips, "That sounds good. Maybe a library too?"

"And a library too!" He chuckles.

"And moments like this."

"What do you mean?"

"Moments with you where we can relax and cuddle each other after a long day."

His cheeks glow a soft energon blue, as he rolls his optics and scoffs to hide his embarrassment, "We can already do that anyway." He says averting his gaze to the wall.

"Yeah, but we'll be able to do it more." You say holding onto him tighter.

He looks down at you and gives a small smile as he lays his servo on your back, "Yeah." He whispers, "I suppose we could."

[kyrinthewarrior]

Soooo, how did Spider!Op climb from prisioner to Supreme Leader's Consort/Lover (I suppose that he also holds military rank too)? Because I don't think that one day megs woke up and went "the little autobot is hissing at me, so brave and yet so stupid... although, he is kind of cute, and I do want to pet those little fins of his, and those plump dermas, so kissable..wait, what....FRAG NO! PRIMUS NO!"

Also, you said that some cons don't like Op, its because of his techno-organic status, or its because he used to be an autobot and fear he may be a spy? Who doesn't like him? And who kisses the floor he walks on??

For the most feared reunion between Op and UM, Sentinel and Elita (whatever they met on earth or not), do you think the first and last would think that the cons brainwashed him and attempts to bring him back to the autobots? By now, do they know how Op ended up as a techno-organic, or will they blame the cons on that?

As for Megatron, the process went from 'this mech has fighting potential, but primus is he an annoying little piece of slag (because his autobot views) let's throw him in the gladiatorial arena for training' to, 'the autobot has good charisma and showing great leadership skills, but he's still a little bit annoying,' to 'he is the one of the only mechs I can hold a decent conversation with' and finally to 'uh no, I like him.' This process did take a few hundred years though. Megs and OP fought a lot early on due to different world views.

This AU is basically a slow burn when it comes to OP and Megs romantic relationship. There's a lot the two have to sort through and change about themselves before they're ready to get together. Even when they do get together they still strive to improve themselves for the sake of each other.

OP and Meg's basically split responsibilities. Meg's takes care of everything that has to with the army and OP takes care of the things that have to do with the civilians of the Empire, to try and take stress off of each other work to create a more balance power system in the government.

Most of the 'cons that don't like him is because he used to be an autobot and grudges and prejudiced can hold for a long time. They don't hate him for anything he's done, they hate him for what he was a part of. Other's hate him because they see him as a political rival who making a lot changes in the Empire. And such 'cons include the likes of Staxus, Turmoil, Gigatron, Starscream, and others.

OP and UM's reunion happens at a political party and by then OP has enough friends and allies, both 'cons and others, that he's not really scared of UM and the autobot council, just really disappointed in what they did both during and after the war. (This also goes for the 'cons btw, they aren't innocent either.) By the time OP manages to UM and some of the council members aside to speak to them UM is having to deal with the fact that the mech in front of him isn't the same cadet that was lost but a political figure that is genuinely loved by the residents of New Kaon and some of the decepticon colonies. There is no chance of bringing OP back to the autobots.

Sentinel is in denial all the way down and refuses to even get close to OP for a long ass time.

And everyone is still left in the dark as to how OP became a techno-organic, so yes, there was a time the autobots believed that the 'cons turned him into a techno-organic. The characters don't figure that out until late in the AU. Elita is horrified to find she was basically responsible once they do figure it out.

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(I am resending this one) I was scrolling through your page and encountered the posts of the autobots (+Knockout and Megatron) finding their (s/o)'s body, and I got curious to see how would the other decepticons react? (let's say for example Breakdown, Dreadwing and Soudwave)

The mentioned posts can be found here and here. Also I saw a post saying Soundwave is telepathic, so I used that in this since I liked the idea. I didn’t write Dreadwing, because I couldn’t come up with anything I was happy with.

~Soundwave~

You hadn’t called, you hadn’t texted and you hadn’t come to the Nemesis in days. Soundwave was starting to get worried, since you weren’t answering his messages either. He decided to ping your phone in an attempt to get your location. You were probably just at home, and he was worrying over nothing but he wanted to be sure. Maybe he had accidentally made you mad and that’s why you weren’t answering, even though that didn’t really sound like something you would do.

He didn’t get your location by pinging your phone, which had him really worried, because that would mean your phone had been turned off, and you never did that.

Had he known what was going on with you at that time, and where you were, he would’ve come to your rescue, but now it was too late. Soundwave was standing in the middle of a wrecked M.E.C.H base they had just raided, and looking at your body on one of the rather crudely put together examination tables.

Soundwave hadn’t known you were there, if he had he obviously wouldn’t have had the vehicons destroy the whole place. He was standing over you and he felt like he couldn’t move, because if he did, his legs would give out from under him. So he just stood there, quietly, watching, waiting for some miracle to happen that would bring you back to him.

Nothing like that came, no matter how long he stood there, still as a statue.

“Sir, we should return to the Nemesis, Lord Megatron will want a report on-”

Soundwave didn’t even blink, he just extended his arm and dug the poor vehicon’s spark out of his chest with one swift movement.

“Anyone else want to disturb me?” his voice rang through all the remaining vehicons’ minds.

The vehicons returned to the Nemesis and Soundwave was left alone in the wreckage. Now that he was alone, he allowed himself to collapse, he dropped to his knee plates and took off his visor.

“This is my fault, if you had never come in contact with us, with me, you wouldn't have met such a cruel fate. I am truly sorry and I want you to know, I will cherish your memory forever” he said out loud.

He wanted you to hear that, he really did, but it was too late now, you wouldn’t be answering, you couldn’t hear him anymore, you were gone and he would never hear your voice again.

~Breakdown~

“What-what is this?” Breakdown asked with his voice breaking.

“I’m sorry, I found them like this outside the medbay, there-there was nothing I could do” Knockout said.

Your battered body was laying on the medbay’s table. You were wrapped in the blanket you had brought to the Nemesis with you. If he didn’t take into account all the blood, it almost looked like you were sleeping. There were also some burn mark looking things on your face.

“Airachnid” Breakdown whispered with a low voice.

That had to be it, who else would do this? She must have somehow gotten to the Nemesis and taken her revenge by killing you. Those burn marks looked like the acid from her claws too.

“I’m going to kill that spider bitch” Breakdown growled and hit the examination table.

Breakdown marched out of the medbay, but on his way to the ground bridge, he stopped. He leaned against the hallway wall and just sighed. What the hell was he going to do? He wasn’t even able to protect you when you were alive, how was he supposed to protect you now? How was he supposed to avenge you? You were somewhere far away, somewhere out of his reach and he would never hear your voice again. He would never feel the warmth of your hands on his cheeks when you kissed him, or hear you whisper sweet reassurances in his audial while you were sitting on his shoulder. You were gone and nothing he would do to Airachnid would bring you back, but that wasn’t going to stop him from killing her. Even if he couldn’t get you back, he would avenge you.

[iliterallydecepticanteven]

Hello! I am alive! I have not been writing as much lately because life has been kicking my ass but here’s a little TFA Megop post-war peace time drabble I wrote a while back featuring Halcyon! Please enjoy! 

Something is poking his face. 

Or rather someone is poking his face.

Megatron onlines his optics to find Halcyon standing at the edge of his berth and whispering, “Carrier, carrier, wake up.”

“What is it, little one?” he asked, rubbing his optics. He checked his internal chronometer. It was early in the morning. He had another four megacycles before he had to get up. The berth beside him was empty as Optimus had been sent out on yet another diplomatic mission. While Megatron had argued that he should be entitled to go as well, the planet in question did not like Cybertronians to begin with, let alone former Decepticons, so he had been told to remain at home. Halcyon had sobbed watching her sire leave and not even Megatron had been able to calm her. She had ended up passing out on his lap mere cycles later.

“I had a bad dream. Can I recharge with you?” Before he could even answer she was edging her way onto the berth, her beloved stuffed turbofox held tight in her servos.

“Of course, sweetspark,” he sighed, allowing her to climb onto his chest. He smiled at her and said, “But I do not recall Swiftfox asking if they could join as well.”

“Swiftfox is not sentient and does have auto-autonom-can’t think for themself so they can’t ask,” she replied, already curling up on the protoform there. He had begun recharging without certain pieces of his armor, a feat he would have never done before or during the war. But now, with peace on Cybertron and its colonies, he had slowly begun to allow himself to slip into recharge with exposed protoform.

“Ah, I see. And the word you are trying to pronounce is ‘autonomy’,” he replied, bringing a servo up to rest it across her back. She was growing larger every solar cycle. Before, he could cover her entirely with one servo. Now a servo covered only her back with her limbs and helm springing out from under it.

“Autonomy,” she muttered against his chest. She had firmly planted her helm over his spark, likely seeking out the heat and pulses from it like she did when she was a sparkling.

He was beginning to drift back into recharge when he felt her digits ghosting across the scar on his protoform. He was about to tell her to stop when he heard her quietly ask, “What’s this from?”

“It’s from when I got stabbed,” he said, “and your sire had to save my life using the Allspark.”

“Who stabbed you? Did it hit your spark?”

“An enemy named Galvatron. He sought to destroy all of us—Autobots, Decepticons, neutrals, everyone. He wanted to take control of Cybertron and feed the planet to the Chaos Maker, Unicron,” he said. He was skipping a couple of details but she would learn them eventually. “Your sire offlined him but not before he was able to stab me all the way down to my spark. It hit my spark, not entirely, but about halfway, and I began to go offline. But then your sire retrieved the Allspark and used it to revive me.”

“And that was when you two got bonded?” she asked. Her optics were wide and sparkled as she gazed up at him.

He chuckled. “Not quite. We had been in the middle of the Conjux Ritus and when I awoke in the medbay your sire was ready to complete his part and ask me to bond with him. I still had to complete my part but I said yes to him then and there.” He moved his servo resting on her back up to her helm to gently pat it and try and get her to go to recharge. “As soon as I could walk again I began completing my rituals and we had a bonding ceremony once most of Cybertron had been rebuilt from the battle. Well, we had two ceremonies.”

She yawned before asking, “Why two?” Her optics were growing dim and she had gone slack against him.

“We had a private one for our close friends and then we had a public one for the people of Cybertron. Our bonding was meant to show that the war had truly ended and a new era had emerged on Cybertron.” Her optics had offlined and her venting had become stable. He was sure she had gone into recharge. “And then, just twenty decacycles after becoming bonded, we found out that you were joining us.”

He saw a smile flash across her face before going slack again. He moved his servo onto her back again and let himself fall into recharge.

He woke some megacycles later to the feeling of Halycon stirring on his chest, wiggling her way off of him. He onlined his optics in time to watch Halcyon land onto the floor and excitedly whisper, “I heard the door—sire is home!”

She raced out of the room with a speed and energy he wished he still had. He slowly stretched and rose up to his pedes and wandered into the main room. Optimus was back and holding Halcyon, who clung tightly to his chest. “Welcome back,” he purred leaning in for a kiss.

Their daughter wiggled from between them, dropping to the floor and announcing, “Oh! Oh! Sire, watch what I learned!”

Optimus looked over to watch as she rushed towards the balcony, throwing the doors open and running towards the railing. He gasped in horror as Halcyon jumped off the balcony.

“Holy frag!” he screamed, breaking away from Megatron to run after her. Megatron simply sighed heavily, following after him. Halcyon had engaged her thrusters and was hovering by the balcony’s railing, smiling broadly at Optimus’s shocked expression. Megatron reached out, grabbing Halcyon and pulling her in.

“Sweet spark, I have told you multiple times to not do that without having someone to spot you,” he said, pulling her close to his chest. “Your thruster engagement time is still so slow.”

“You’re both trying to offline me,” Optimus sighed, taking Halcyon into his arms. “You are getting very good at flying but you have to give me more warning before you do something so daring.”

“Okay,” she said. “Here’s a warning.”

She jerked herself backwards, diving over the edge of the balcony and taking her sire with her. Optimus shrieked as they began to fall but was stopped at the last minute by Megatron grabbing him around the waist and hauling them all onto the floor of the balcony.

“Halcyon, do not drag grounders out into open air,” he scolded her. “Especially not your sire.”