retrogreeenâs (formerly âmtncldâ) writing blog
hi there and welcome. iâm cloudy! iâm 26 years old and my pronouns are she/her. pisces.
my major hobbies revolve around heavy daydreaming, watching movies, reading books and comics, listening to oldies music, and playing video games from time to time.
fandom: transformers
behind my username: mtncld is simply âmountain cloudâ but iâve removed some letters. changed to current one: 12/28/25 (why? just wanted something different than what i had before)
warning: some of the content i post will be intended for mature audiences only! of course i will label said content accordingly, but i will say it loud and clear here too: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! and any blogs (example: ageless ones) that give no clear indication that you are an adult, you will be BLOCKED!
requests: i apologize, but i donât take them. i donât want to make promises i canât keep and my posting schedule is irregular anyways.
content: reader inserts only! and mostly gender neutral and female readers. the majority of my works are drabbles and one-shots. do NOT share or repost them on other sites!
note: do not reblog this post please. i might edit it again soon.
Description: You're in love with your enemy, and he feels the same way about you. Tonight, driven by passion and lust at its peak, you're never going back.
Notes: 18+ content! (sexual themes), dom star + sub reader, written with g1/idw screamer in mind, enemies to lovers
He plunges himself deeply inside you, over and over, staggeringly fast and passionately merciless. He wears a cocky smirk and his red optics blaze at your submissive gestures, his sharp digits clutched tightly around your hips as they writhe against his ravenous energy.
You, an Autobot spy, had been sneaking around within their ship on a mission to gather intel on their future plans. It wasnât the first time youâd snuck in, but tonight was the first when you purposely allowed yourself to "get caught" by him. In the confines of his quarters, greetings and talks regarding where you both currently stood were brief, just enough to bring you two to this⊠particular culmination.
Though you wear the insignia, your secret attraction to the Decepticonsâ air commander threatened your stance in this war. That and the clear sign that for a really long time, the Autobots were getting nowhere; their battle losses a majority in comparison to the Cons, and honestly, you've been beginning to think that maybe their means of obtaining peace is the way, that your methods of securing certain objectives align more fittingly with your adversaries than the faction youâve been with since the start. Youâve been harboring this strong feeling becoming in your spark that perhaps your true place is with the Decepticons. You were being drawn to them and especially to him. As startling as it was to realize your feelings for him, your initial denial lasted very shortly. There are qualities about him that charm you â you also considered him very handsome â and you were genuinely not abashed in thinking of him the way that you do. Every thought and feeling that you felt⊠it all just felt right.
Your moan crescendos until he cuts you off promptly with an enrapturing kiss, feeling his avid smile mesh against your dermas as he careers his spike continually into your pulsating valve. His servos slide downward to squeeze your thighs and hold them wide, glossa entangling deliciously with yours.
Long prior to this time, you found out that he too felt mutual about you, given the number of times you both caught each otherâs gaze across the battleground to some swift one-on-one interactions with each other. A nice balance of the verbal and physical engagements, as well as passing smiles to each other from afar whenever possible. Fortunately, somehow, no one from either side had noticed anything between you two, and it was going to stay that way for just a little longer.
He refrains from the temptation to whisk out a highly charged moan from you, slowing down momentarily to purr into your audial instead. âMy dear, youâll make a model Decepticon here, and imagine what we will accomplishâŠâ He suddenly thrusts hard to make you yelp, influencing him to press a few quick kisses to your cheek before he leans seductively close once more. "At long last, we are together."
Your optics roll back as one corner of your dermas curl upward, slightly baring your dentas as another lovely sound yields from your intake, just before you are taken by his hungry lips again. Even before this point, just preceding your latest infiltration, you've already cemented your decision that you no longer care to return to the Autobots. Not tonight. Not ever.
The overload was near, and seconds before it would occur, you pleaded for him to make you his, followed by a flurry of desirous cries, grunts, and repetitions of âyes!â
That night was the last time your comrades would ever see you, at least on their side. And from this point forward, your loyalty lies with the Cons, but above all, with Starscream.
Description: You meet him in his habsuite to finally act on both of your guys' pent-up frustrations.
Notes: 18+ content here! (sexual themes), dom prowl and sub reader (you two are conjunxes), idw prowl
The second you walked into his habsuite, the change in atmosphere was plainly felt. No longer did you two have to travel from one place to another, attend meetings and solve cases. No longer were your processors occupied with nothing but duties to fulfill. Oh yes⊠now that the work day was over, the moment you saw him leaning slightly over his desk, its surface clear of data pads and other objects, he was ready for you, just as you were for him.
He quickened his pace, servos clenched on the edge of his desk to hold his position above you. Below your bottom, you too held a tight grip on the edge, his thighs bumping repeatedly against your digits. A particular sound grabbed your attention, a crackling-like noise emitting from the desk, produced from the tight strain in his fists. A determined growl rode out of him before he crashed his mouth against the side of your neck, pressing kisses and running his glossa along your sensitive areas.
A wave of pleasure surges through you, shrills of moans making a break for it out your throat as your legs adjust around his hips almost automatically. This prompts his body back upward so he could relish in the view of you at his mercy, spike throbbing harder from your erotic wails and expressions.
He tilted his helm up a little higher, optics closing while steadily increasing speed, the desk grinding more noisily now. His dentas press upon his lower derma as he lets out a growl of pleasure this time, a sound so mesmeric your audials ache to hear it again. You feel your processor reeling and your valve burns hotter with anticipation, mouth agape as mellisonant moans continue to flood out with your optics shut tight. The prolonged tension in your digits grew numb at this point, so you spread your arms out and angled your helm backward. Your legs were beginning to fall, but he sensed and grasped them before he broke into a thrilling pace, optics gleaming at you. âCum for me, sweetspark.â The gruff tone in his voice there so easily snapped your body into an arch, your cries of praise and desire for him overflowing. Soon enough, as one servo takes hold of your hip, the other immediately clasps the edge of the desk again, pulling himself forward to deliver a rich, guttural shout of your name into your audial.
You unleash an intense cry of his name once you both overloaded, the madness fading away into feelings of tenderness.
Notes: Drabble! Decepticon seeker reader. Angst is short-lived, story ends a bit fluffy. Soft-ish starscream. Relationship is not established, but the reader and screamer hold a mutual attraction toward each other.
Description: You'd undergone heavy injuries against a group of Autobots that leaves your air commander enraged.
Extra note: No warnings!
He cradled you so close to his chest, there was not a chance he was going to allow you to return to your habsuite, whenever you were going to regain your consciousness. A nasty blow to your left wing and a stretched tear in your right one, his spark churned so angrily at the state that they put you in.
It was a particularly brutal dogfight. When it was over, while every combatant from both sides hadnât left unscathed, you were the one who underwent grievous physical trauma. Your physique could have sustained much worse had you taken a helpless tumble down the mountain, had you not been saved by your commander. Fortunately you were tended to very quickly, bandaged up and all, but once you were left to rest, he snuck into the medibay and carefully snatched you up to take care of you inside his quarters. Quaking sensations were felt in his dermas, servos, optics⊠he felt so dizzy yet so still. You lay unconscious in his arms after you fought valiantly against those Aerialbots. That group of fliers have certainly grown far more fierce compared to the previous battles, and although that was probably expected, if they wanted to be barbarous, well, Starscream and his crew would deliver next time, but better.
Suddenly your helm shifted, snapping him out of his heavy brooding. âStarscream?âŠâ You choke out in a low voice before attempting to raise it. âI-Iâm sorry, I w-wasnât strong enoughââ
âNo. Donât you dare put yourself down like that.â The hurt in your optics as well as the weakness in your voice pained him, influencing him to gently tighten his clasp on your servo, his carmine optics glowing solemnly. âThose Aerialbot scum will pay beyond the extent of the pain theyâve inflicted on you. I will make certain of it.â A lovely smile formed on your faceplate, which helped to calm him down, but it also resulted in his spark to pulsate.
In a whisper, you reply, "Thank you, Star." before allowing yourself to fall into a deep sleep.
During your period of recharge, he placed a comforting kiss upon your forehelm.
Notes: This is my first ever TF fanfic (aaaa!), wrote this with idw prowl in mind (apologies if he's ooc to any extent), story's a bit angsty that eventually ends in comfort, secret romantic relationship, no details on the artifact mentioned in the story, setting takes place sometime during the early stages of the war, emotional reader
Description: You race to seize a dangerous artifact to prevent it from getting into Decepticon hands, almost resulting in your death, which infuriates (and terrifies) your superior (and lover).
Extra note: No warnings, and I appreciate any criticism if you have any. Enjoy!
You were biding in your habsuite recovering from the injuries of your latest mission, a grave heaviness weighing on your mind regarding the incident that had transpired about an hour ago, as well as the anticipation of a call from your superior. It wasn't long until Prowl had sent you a message marked with the tag 'urgent'. The pupils in your optics trembled, already well aware of how vehement his reprimand on you was going to be.
Prior to turning around the corner, just before you would step inside his office, you sensed he could hear you, feel your approach somehow. Disconcerting as it was â as he can be rather scary when provoked â at the same time, you know he cares about you, how deep in love he is with you, how hard he can be on you sometimes because of what you mean to him.
Youâve not been a soldier for very long, but youâve demonstrated promise, proving yourself a very strong, bright, and valiant fighter for the Autobots. Soon enough, youâre assigned to Prowlâs squad, and over the course of a multitude of battles, as well as spending plenty of time together outside of it, well, you two happened.
No one else knows about it â or so you both thought. Some bots were quite observant enough to suspect your guysâ subtly peculiar interactions with each other, and as secretive as you both try to be, they chose not to comment anything, and for good reason.
You took a moment to compose yourself before stepping inside, preparing to face the ire within his blue optics. Once you closed the door and sat down on the chair in front of his desk, he spoke. âWhat the frag were you thinking?â You muster everything in yourself to not break eye contact, showing him you were listening. âNot only are you fortunate you werenât swept up by those Cons, but youâre lucky you didnât die. I gave an order to retreat and you ignored me. Why?â
You tighten your dermas, optical ridges furrowing in an attempt to match his expression. âYou know why.â He immediately stood up from his chair, startling you slightly as he made his way to you, planting his pedes just inches from yours. His towering over you scrambled your nerves to an extent, but you remained the same as you were prior to this proximity. âYouâre aware youâd made a reckless choice to attempt such a feat, and one that was incredibly stupid of you, an act that shocked even our enemiesâŠâ Ouch... he had a way with words that made sure it stung. âYou scared me, (y/n), and I am beyond disappointed over how willing you were to go against orders and chase after it the way that you did, just to ensure a victory for us.â
Your servos clenched up, your processor whirling. âI knew what I was doing, Prowl! I just- I couldnât stop myself. I saw the opportunity and I took it. Stupidly reckless? Yes, but I managed it.â
His fists tightened. Frown deepened. The flaring in his optics now elevated a level higher.
âYou require greater control of yourself next time, but I warn you: if we confront a similar situation next mission AND if you disobey me again, you will be sitting out until I deem youâre ready to return. Actually, I should sit you out now, given the grazes along parts of your body.â
âProwl,â you exclaimed, âIâm sorry I scared you. Really, I am. And once again, I know what I did was the absolute worst kind of risk to get myself into, but in the moment, I was confident I could pull it off⊠mostly.â You could no longer look him in the optics, faceplate pained and full of contrite. He had to be fuming now after that fess up.
âOh, you werenât 100% certain? You truly were willing to risk your life so needlessly? (y/n), I ordered a tactical retreat and YOU IGNORED ME. I gave us the option to course correct and you chose the last one we needed." The immense tension surrounding you both had soon faded away, replacing it with a somewhat calmer atmosphere, although still retaining its uneasiness. He quietly clears his intake, then pinches the bridge of his enstril. "Look, I too was growing frustrated over pursuing that artifact, but to retrieve it safely as possible and without the heightened risk of casualties, the better plan was strategy, not force. You may have managed the latter miraculously, but that should not have been the way. It never was the way. How could you have been so fragging reckless?â Finishing that last sentence so sharply ends up breaking you, your spark welled up enough to make you hunch into yourself.
You try and look up at him again but couldnât, thin streams traveling down your cheeks. â⊠Iâm sorry, ProwlâŠ" You whimpered out while focusing on your pedes, vision blurring and dermas quivering. It was at that moment when he realized the extent of his harshness. You were already undergoing tremendous guilt and regret, and now he just made you feel them more acutely. While you understood the seriousness of the situation and acknowledged where you went wrong, you also knew where he was coming from, but it still hurt, especially when all you crave now is comfort.
Part of him wishes he had toned himself down, but his intent was for you to recognize the scope of just how close to death you really were. Had you messed up even a little, you very likely wouldâve been gone, and that terrified him. To continue on without you, itâs a life he never wants manifested, and you were damn near close to bringing that to reality. It wasnât easy to digest, of course, but it was true.
âStand up, (y/n)⊠please?â You sniffle again before shyly rising from your chair, arms hanging tensely on both sides, shame covering your faceplate as you mustered everything once more to look at him.
Instantaneously, he pulls you into a tight, almost crushing but careful embrace, a contrasting mixture of anguish and relief stirring in his mind and spark. âIâm extremely grateful you made it out of there, and thankfully with only a small number of moderate abrasions, but those can be mended.â He said softly, holding you a little tighter. âAnd I apologize for my trying tone as well as some of my words. Clearly I was upset and I justâŠâ He paused a moment, listening to your mewling as his own regret for inducing your weeping grew steadily. â⊠just please, please donât do anything like that ever again, I canât lose you.â
You felt him shiver a second after that plea, stirring your own mind and spark in turn. âI wonât.â You reply just above a whisper before you cup the back of his helm and caress it tenderly. âI canât lose you either.â
He carefully retracts his body to face you, servos firmly grasping yours. âI stand by my decision: youâre not going on the next mission. You need to rest and Iâd rather have you back in better shape.â You gave a nod of understanding before resuming back to enfold each other again.
You continue to weep into his shoulder, ruminating over just how close to death you really were. The depth of your gratitude for still being here, alive and safe and with your conjunx, would never reach its bounds. You never want to frighten him so terribly like that ever again.
âI admire your bravery, (y/n). Just, make certain from this point forward that youâll be more careful. I want you beside me when the war reaches its end, when weâve won.â
With another nod and a solemn smile, you reply âI want that too.â
heyyy you can refer to me as cloudy. at the time i post this, iâm someone whoâs recently been making her return to fanfic writing â sâbeen like, 3 or so years since the last fandom i wrote for â and since the release of TFO and thus becoming a newcomer to the TF franchise, let me briefly share the extent of the media iâve consumed up until this point:
iâve read through the first 2 phases of IDW and am currently reading phase 3 (last reading: lost light #7)
completed the entirety of these two shows: G1 and Earthspark
besides completing TFO, iâve also watched every Bayverse movie plus the Bumblebee spinoff and ROTB, and finally the 1986 film
currently watching: Cyberverse
regarding my favorite characters and ones that i feel i have a pretty good grasp on writing for, i absolutely love Prowl, Starscream, Rodimus, and Soundwave (but mostly prowl, hehe). still have much to learn about them (and among many others), so forgive me if write them a little (or very, hopefully not) OOC. iâll do my best to make sure i do them justice while also giving my own spin on them, of course. criticism is welcome and appreciated!
anyways, thatâs my mini introduction. iâll make another post thatâll cover my writing plans and rules soon. thanks for reading if you did!
