You guys ever think...Earth might be the universe culinary masterpiece?...like you got Yautja's coming in secret to eat some mcdonals or...some pozole from the restaurant?...like cybertronians or mcb always seeing these aliens coming to earth in discuises to partake in their favorite cuisine?...some even becoming ADDICTS to the simple pleasure of instant ramen...or a good old cup of coffee
So, one day, brainstorm or other scientists managed to upgrade their holoforms ENOUGH to be able to taste and digest human food...and i think it goes like how newborn babies try solid food for the first time-
Case and point...poor tailgate trying icecream for the FIRST time went like
Y/n*Smiles holding a simple vanilla icecream for him*Dont eat too much too fast~
Tailgate*Tries a small bite, surprised by the temperature, then savours it, and eyes bulged out and grabs your hand holding the dessert and mushes it on to his mouth*!?!?!
Other Liason*Holding his back and cackles*T-TAILGATE LET GO!
Y/n*Seeing him try to eat more even if he gets dirty*T-TAILGATE!BREATH CYCLONUS HELP-...
Other liaison*Sees her own dessert is now gone and sees Cyclonus is avoiding looking at her*...
Cyclonus*Blushing as his whole mouth is covered in whipped cream and ice cream as his Sunday bowl is so clean there was not even a spot*...
-Meanwhile on the table next to them-
Mcb!Yn*Blinks seeing your humanoid cardbots in pain from brainfreeze*...
Shadow X*Holding his head and whines*AAAAAH, DEATH IS UPON US! I CAN'T FEEL MY MOUTH!?
Heavy Iron*Just finished his ice cream cake, smashes the plate on the floor*I like this! Another!?-...oh
Yuri*Who came in with 10 burgers for each and every one of the bots but glares at heavy iron*Clean.that.up.youngman...
Buffalo*Gasps in awe seeing his burger is in the shape of a heart with flags, smiles as Yuri puts him a bib along kiss on the forehead*Thank you, Mrs Yuri!
Phoenix fire*Holding his head and whines*I-I Been betrayed by the opposite of f-fire...
Y/n*Coming downstairs from your old home, yawning, you head to the kitchen and get ready to start the day with the usual coffee only...to see it's empty along with your morning sweet bread*What the f-...are you fucking
Ratchet passed out on the sofa with crumbs all over his face and shirt, your favorite coffee mug in his hand, and a chicken leg on the other with a big chunk bitten off
Y/n: Not even Judas was this much of a hypocrite...
Y/n*Patting your cons backs and then seeing Tarn's own holoavatar crying*Hon what's wrong-
Tarn*Eating Pizza as his first food for the first time, tears running down his face*L-life ish bea-ifuh...
Rest of the Djd Nodding as they eat and their fill with a bit of cola...which took you awhile to tell them "No, it's not mud water with bubbles"...
----------------------------------At a Maid Cafe------------------------------
Maid!Waitress*Serving you and probably the most rugged, retired commando-looking old man, along with the most man? Wearing a mask, he looks like some cyberpunk fanatic, a strawberry parfait and a big beer, and a kid's jumbo burger and fries with onion rings, Commando guy, him the bear and you kid jumbo burger and the cyberpunk guy the parfait *Enjoy masters~
Y/n & Megatron & Sounwave:...
You both switch the items to the correct person, you take a drink of the big, Soundwave the jumbo burger meal, and Megatron the cutesy parfait, all three of you enjoying your items
Maid!Waitress*Saw that and thinks of that one meme*"Moe gap..."
We had Tarn for the soft au could we maybe have helex the giant toaster oven?
Toaster oven it is
Soft AU- After
Helex x Reader
• “Babe, can I get a Unicron’s Puckered Afthole, please?” You call out with a smile as you ring up the customer and hand over a receipt. Pushing back from the counter, you lean against the window to the back kitchen, watching your mass displaced husband’s four sets of hands working to ladle garlic butter sauce, then your speciality pizza sauce on the dough while chopping peppers, onion, and garlic.
• Feeling your eyes on him, his head lifts. Smirking as he adds bacon and sausage to the pizza, he picks up the pizza and its baking stone, opening his chassis to slide it inside and firing up his heating elements. “If anyone’s staring at that aft of yours, I’m going to cook them alive, chop them up, and serve them as a speciality topping,” he growls loudly and you wrinkle your nose at him, leaning in the order window and he knows your butt is in the air. And that’s his.
• “We need repeat customers. If you threaten to maim them all, we’re not going to make it,” you remind him and he just keeps smirking. ‘That wasn’t a threat. That was a promise,’ he growls, optics narrowing and his stare shifting past you. And he rumbles a warning to make you wrinkle your nose, pushing off the ledge and turning to smile at the next customer. “Hi, there!”
• Clearing his vents as he listens to your friendly chatter, he pops his chassis to slide the cooked pizza out and into a box. Before prepping the next one when you call it out. Doesn’t really understand your strange human food or weirdly specific ingredients, but you’re happy. And since the human officials had vetoed his application to work as an executioner, he’d had to find something else. And you like feeding other humans for some reason. Doesn’t really understand that either, but likes when you’re happy.
• Taking the pizza when he slides it through the window for you, you call out the number and pass it over to the customer. “You’re going to want some milk with that. Or ice cream,” you say as you rock back and you’re drifting back to the window to check on Helex. Hopping up on tiptoe to lean into the back, you startle because he’s right there waiting on you. Grabbing and dragging you halfway into the back with him as his mouth crashes against yours. ‘We’re closing after this order,’ he growls against your lips and you heat. “Sure. Hey, sir, your order is to go, right?” You call out as Helex chuckles.
OH OH CAN WE HAVE THE HELEX VERSION OF LATEST TARN FIC?? I bet he'd fill up the reader like a Twinkie..
18+ drabble, minors dni — under the cut
sorry this isn’t a full fic, writer’s block is starting to get me LOL. based on this fic
“Boss says it’s fine,” Helex says as he bends over your body, pressing his hot chassis against your back. He grinds his hips, dragging his spike between your legs against your clit. You mewl, wanting to deny him, but knowing you need it.
Tarn is your conjunx, and you want to be with him right now. You want him to be the one to rid you of the lustful urges that the aphrodisiac has left you with. But he won’t be back for a few more days, and you’re not sure you can hold out for that much longer. Besides, beggars can’t be choosers.
Helex is humping against you, the spike in your EM field has caused him to experience a kind of intoxication all on his own. Who knew humans and their pheromones could have such an effect on these mechs?
“How generous of Tarn to offer me up like that,” you whimper, on the brink of relenting. If Helex fucks you, how many will that be now? Tarn, Megatron, and Overlord have all had their turns with you. But you’re meant to be Tarn’s only.
“Won’t do it if you really don’t want me to,” Helex says hastily, eros clouding his processor and clogging up his files.
You drop your head in defeat, making an annoyed sound as you realise this is your only option. Masturbation has provided very little relief for you, and you think you’re about to go insane if you don’t get fucked senseless.
“Do it,” you say quietly, almost frustrated that you’ve have to relent to your base urges.
“Thank Primus,” Helex rejoices, pulling his hips back to align the head of his spike with your hole. Your eyes flutter shut as the heat of him radiates over your lower half, and you swear to fuck if he doesn’t just fuck you alre—
You scream out as Helex bullies past your entrance, acquainting himself with your needy sex. He spreads you out to an obscene degree, his spike is the thickest you’ve ever taken. He even puts the Mighty Megatron to shame, if anyone could believe that.
He adopts a maddening pace right off the bat, hammering his powerful hips against your sore, worked up body. The string of moans that leaves you is impressive, finally having a modicum of relief after two solid days of fruitlessly toying with yourself. All you needed was to be stuffed with a fat spike.
Your mouth drops open, drool already starting to pool over your bottom lip. You pant desperately, your thirst never being quenched. You’re experiencing hot flushes, your skin is boiling to the touch, and Helex’s smelting chamber isn’t doing much to mitigate that.
Your hair sticks to your sweaty skin, and the juices leaking from your core are the only cooling element on your entire body. Your aching core hungers for him, swallowing him like a ravenous beast who hasn’t eaten for weeks. Helex grunts and groans in your ear, elated to finally be one with you. The energy that’s been radiating out of this room has been sending Helex mad, practically salivating and growling as he had to resist the powerful temptation to rip the bedroom door open and fuck you until you pass out.
When Tarn informed them that he wouldn’t be able to come back early, and that Helex was allowed on this one occasion to indulge himself in Tarn’s precious lover, he thanked his lucky stars. He’d never cross that line, and he was always going to make sure every party consented, but he truly wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
“Helex!” You whine as tears well up over your waterline. He’s destroying your poor cunt, and you’re glad that Tarn will still be gone for another few days. You’ll definitely need that time to recover, and knowing Tarn, he’ll come in and rip your clothes off within minutes of being back.
“I see why the boss loves you so much,” Helex utters through a vent, “You feel sensational.”
Hot tears pour down your flushed cheeks, your fingers tighten around the pillow as you take everything he gives you. You cannot believe how big he is, it’s genuinely absurd.
scenario: a group of psychopaths unwittingly become parents to an abandoned newly built found in mysterious circumstance
warnings: this started off as a crackfic series i took too seriously. found family, may get more gory in the future, reader is a child. remember, the DJD is their own warning.
note: this may be slightly OOC, forgive me! also, Vos' dialogue is in a different font to convey the use of Primal Vernacular. this will start off as a coherent story and then diverge into headcanons and 'what-if' scenarios with multiple possible endings.
next: part 2
DISCOVERING A LITTLE FELLA
summary: how they found you
The air is thick on the surface of Clemency. Before Tarn is a vast battlefield abandoned, rusting frames of thousands of Decepticons lie scattered across the horizon, remaining in their position almost like immortalized statues of the destruction this war has caused. Poetically ironic given it's the moment where they approached the end of their mortal lives that have been mostly preserved, the rust only beginning to gnaw into their internal systems. Tarn is filled with a sense of melancholy, almost. How far the war has gone. He will admit though, the view is pretty wonderful despite the dark, dusk atmosphere.
Had their soldiers been stronger, maybe this wouldn't have gone for as long as it had. It's almost an apathetic view but Tarn believes that's the truth. The air feels almost heavy with the weight of this 'necessary' cost of war as he takes in the sombre sight.
“And that's another one.” Kaon mutters, another name crossed off The List. Some cowardly deserter really thought he could hide in the ruins of the battle he ran from. How shameless. Kaon sighs out as he goes through The List, datapad in servo; Helex and Tesarus are chatting off and Vos seems to be interested in the desecrated corpses of their own. Probably for his dissection table, no doubt. Tarn doesn't care, he continues to stare into the horizon. Pondering the future of the Decepticon Cause when a loud scream erupts from where Vos was digging around for organs, the sharpness of which startled them all, Tarn included.
He’s slightly annoyed and all of them immediately walk over to Vos who looks terrified.
“What are you screaming for?” Tarn scowls, the last thing he wanted was one of his own unit members to scream like cowards. Vos points at the pile of bodies uncharacteristically terrified, his crimson optics widened as he rambles out in Primal Vernacular. Despite the faceguard, the distress was apparent from his optics alone.
Offline frames are supposed to stay immobile. This was not a normal reaction from Vos. A small purple glow emanates from Tarn’s fusion cannon as it loads just in case, better safe than sorry. Though, he seriously doubts it's worth their concern.
“It could be just a scraplet.” Helex frowns, Vos’ reaction seems out of proportion and Tesarus nods in agreement. They always warn Vos that there's going to be scraplets… Vos stiffens a little, slightly offended as he turns to face Helex because he's more than well aware that it's a jab at him. Last time, Vos had one stuck inside his systems. It was not very pleasant for him and the team to say the least. Tarn shoots a nasty glare at Vos through the slits of his mask at the memory. He swears, sometimes his team was just reckless and silly despite being infamous mass murderers.
Kaon scans for any signals that indicate spark signatures other than the five of theirs and… there's a spark signature, faint but present. Originating from the pile of bodies Vos yelped from.
“Actually, there's a spark signature.” Kaon wastes no time in informing Tarn who's somewhat surprised beneath the mask. How does one manage to get themselves stuck beneath a literal stack of dead bodies?
Soon enough, Helex and Tesarus are working on moving partially rusted frames from the heap of bodies like they weighed nothing, with heavy distaste as their servos come in contact with dried up energon, they preferred it fresh and warm; much better to feel. Tarn scans thoroughly, perhaps, there could've been another cowardly traitor that had joined alongside the now offline Runamuck.
But what Tarn sees shocks him and the others. There it is, a small little frame. The poor thing looks crushed. A tiny Decepticon insignia on its erratically heaving chassis. Helex and Tesarus stop hauling away offline, partially rusted frames. They would feel relieved at the prospect of not having to get anymore rust flakes on their frames but they too are very stunned, not expecting to see a newly-built of all things stuck under the rubble of offline frames in an abandoned Decepticon graveyard.
All of them exchange glances while the little one lets out shallow vents, as if the poor thing was compressed. Tarn looks at the tiny purple insignia once again and is reminded that this little one is a Decepticon. Not a deserter or a traitor. A tiny little thing that's somehow just surviving… likely, all by itself… out here… in a desolate battlefield scattered with offline frames… His faceplates soften a little, for the first time in forever, beneath his mask as he stares deep in thought at the little Decepticon.
For the first time, the DJD has no clue on what to do. Kindness was not something they professed. But they had a sense of duty, being Decepticons; to ensure the future of their Cause. They all look at Tarn for any idea on what to do, but even he, deep down, is unsure. But the strength of the Decepticons lies in its internal administration and what good is the internal administration if it ignores the cries of those who would carry its future?
This was not merely an issue of pragmatism. It would reflect the Decepticons as a whole, or so Tarn feels.
“...we need Nickel.”
Immediately, all five of them move towards their ship, The Peacefully Tyranny. Helex holds the newly-built, trying to be as careful as he can but that proves to be a challenge for the far from gentle giant as he walks, the other four DJD members crowded alongside him. Looking at the heaving sparkling with uncertainty, curiosity and even a bit of worry. These psychopaths never have really been in a situation like this, let alone been near a sparkling. Kaon faintly remembers speaking to a few in idle playful chatter before the war, Tesarus can count the number of newly-builts he's seen on one servo and Vos has never seen one, period. Their optics are fixated on the little thing in Helex’s servos, his lower, smaller pair of servos holding onto the little one as well; Helex fears he might crush the thing. They look fascinated; curious optics in awe at how frail new life was. All but Tarn, who is not accustomed to the uncertain conflict that rages on in his processor.
“How did it even get itself in there…?” Kaon mumbles to himself, musing about how such a frail little thing could've possibly ever ended up under a pile of bodies.
Vos thinks that the newly-built may have felt their presence and so, could have taken refuge that ended up being inconvenient for the little thing.
“Who cares about that? We need to make sure this little thing isn't going to offline on us.” Tesarus mutters, looking at the sparkling. Their plates rattling as it tries to vent properly. Helex can feel how warm its little frame is, frowning a bit and speeds up his pace, the others having no issue catching up.
Meanwhile, Tarn is lost in his own thoughts. The sparkling is Decepticon manufactured. He can see the serial number painted on its tiny frame and the little purple badge on its chassis. He might’ve found it oddly cute in a different circumstance, perhaps. But the questions swirl in his helm.
How in the name of all things Decepticon did a newly built find themselves on Clemency? An abandoned battlefield. There's nothing more than death here. How did it survive for so long? What did it even fuel on? How old was it? More importantly, how did it live with such a tiny little frame…? It's so fragile! Tarn barely remembers back when he was fresh off the manufacturing unit. Was he once this pathetic too? The thought is almost alien to the leader of the DJD.
The thoughts continue to whirl in all of their processors as they finally make it to the entrance rampway of The Peaceful Tyranny, moving towards the medbay in haste. Vos and Kaon continue to theorize about what could've possibly happened. Tesarus looks a bit worried, this isn't the usual routine after all. The three of them stand outside the medbay for now. They peep in and watch, listening closely. Helex meanwhile, stands in the medbay with Tarn as they watch Nickel examine the clearly injured newly built.
Now that neither of them were carrying it, they've come to realize that the sparkling is actually… a tad bit taller than Nickel. Vos probably would've said something snarky about it and Helex definitely would’ve chuckled but neither chooses to comment from where they stood, the air filled with tension.
“You know, you guys bringing back a newly built is the last slagging thing I could've ever expected…” The foul mouthed medic mutters out as she expertly works on the little one's small frame. The little one lays on one of the medical berths as Nickel moves with calculated precision, having to use a stool to really see past the berth in order to work. Helex and Tarn look at each other momentarily. All of them are very well aware of the irony of the situation, they were the last mechs that should be allowed near a sparkling.
“Yes but that… thing is one of us.” Tarn isn't sure what to call it as he points at the tiny purple insignia, Helex merely nods in agreement, lacking anything to add on. Nickel stifles an amused laugh at the way Tarn calls a sparkling as a ‘thing’, still focused on the soldering. A master of multitasking. She wonders how she got along with just out-of-touch and downright insane mechs sometimes.
“Yeah, they've got all the trade marks from a standard Decepticon manufacture unit.” Nickel replies, optical ridges furrowing slightly as she words to untangle wires and fix a clogged ventilation system. Such high unnatural frame temperatures were a standard sign of it and considering the poor thing was beneath literal corpses, Nickel is damn sure the kid probably is infected with a virus after all, they don't exactly give firewall updates on Clemency. “...including the bugs.” She mutters out to herself, making sure neither of them heard that but Tarn raises an optical ridge beneath his mask; however, before he could question her by what she meant, a thought strikes Nickel.
“...what are you guys going to do after they wake up?” She asks, looking at the two of them and… Tarn freezes for a moment, what he was about to ask hitting a screeching halt and Helex stiffens. This truly was something he had no idea on what to do. It would appear neither of the DJD had any foresight on what to do next. Helex looks at Tarn, understandable since he is their leader but Tarn does not dare to look back at all. Infact, he wishes Helex wouldn't look at him for this.
“That… will be decided shortly.” Tarn leaves the medbay, signalling Helex to follow. Nickel shrugs and goes back to repairs, the sparkling letting out a sound almost akin to a glitchy cough. Poor thing, Nickel feels. Sighing out words of comfort, she can see the terror in their optics.
“We need to make a decision about the sparkling, now.” Tarn would've unanimously taken a choice himself but… he honestly has no clue what to do here. The urgency is present in his tone as all the other three perk their helms up to Tarn, Helex standing nearby him.
“I say we drop them off at the nearest training facility.” Tesarus says, it is a rather logical choice but…
“The nearest MTO facility is lightyears away and if we go that far, we'll lose our trail on Overlord.” Kaon frowns as he speaks. Flickers of annoyance are hidden beneath Tarn's mask at the mention of that wretched designation.
Vos adds onto Kaon's point. Overlord was a high priority target, they were all aware of that.
“Agreed. But it's not like the DJD can keep a sparkling on board.” Helex huffs, optics narrowing slightly at Kaon. Keeping a kid onboard the The Peaceful Tyranny was a stupid idea. Newly-builts are curious and none of the rooms on their ship are exactly suitable for the little one. Not only that but it's not typical of their reputations to keep a sparkling onboard.
“Are you saying we should risk the possibility of finally getting Overlord for the wellbeing of a sparkling?” Kaon raises an optical ridge, questioning Helex who now has second thoughts on what he had said.
“...fair point.” Helex mutters out. Vos who went silent voices his opinion, his red optics brightening a bit as he finally gets an idea on what to do with their new problem.
Vos says, feeling rather proud of himself for racking his processor up for that idea. Helex, Kaon and Tesarus look down at Vos; faceplates in disapproval. But at the same time… something stops them. They can't really put a digit on it either.
“Normally, if it were any other mech…” Kaon mutters out. The others clearly didn't expect a response like that but it wasn't exactly unwelcome. Though, they were disappointed that neither of them thought of such an easy solution.
“In the usual case, yes…” Helex replies, this was not the usual case after all.
“Maybe if it were an Autobot sparkling…” Tesarus mumbles, in thought.
“We could just reprogram it into a Decepticon then.” Kaon sighs, why waste an opportunity to get a new addition like that? Tesarus looks over at Kaon, murmuring out that usual saying; "Once an Autobot, always an Autobot.".
Vos, despite the faceguard, is very clearly frowning, rather agitated by the fruitlessness of this discussion with his peers and even more so, unable to understand why they feel obligated towards a random sparkling they found in the middle of nowhere on Clemency. Crimson optics narrowing a little. They're the DJD! They commit atrocities! It's literally their job too! Why must they tolerate something which gets in the way of completing their sworn, near divine duties?
“Because that sparkling is a Decepticon. It isn't a traitor. It's probably too young to even know what counts as treachery. We are the Justice Division. What Justice is there in killing one of our own simply because of their presence being a mild inconvenience?” Tesarus retorts. Vos looks down for a moment, not wanting to admit that Tesarus had a very good point there. They were cruel, they were the DJD but that cruelty was supposed to be reserved to those who truly deserved it. They all go silent for a moment, they've discussed enough amongst themselves now. They turn to Tarn as their final beacon of… not hope, Tarn never gave hope but their beacon of ‘knowing what the frag to do right now’.
Tarn thinks hard about all the points they have presented. All of their helms glued on him. As their leader, he's the one that gets the finalizing vote. The sparkling should probably go with more… sane bots but then, they'd risk losing track of Overlord. They can't kill a sparkling. Megatron did give strict orders not to involve themselves with those not on The List and as far as Tarn was concerned, newly-builts never showed up on The List. But… if they kept the sparkling, they could perhaps raise a strong Decepticon… After all, it survived on the wastelands of Clemency all by its lonesome without hardly any weapons other than the tiny handgun blaster that's out of charge that they found clenched so tightly in its little servos. Anticipation floods the air as he continues to think.
The idea of moulding a Decepticon… an eternally loyal Decepticon…
There is a lot of appeal to that prospect.
“The sparkling is to stay.” Tarn sighs out, making a decision everyone seems to have mixed opinions on. Kaon seems slightly pleased, Vos let's out a frustrated groan, Tesarus looks as unsure as ever and Helex is... well, he's rather indifferent to it.
But the real issue was informing their wonderful medic about this...
the fanon term is ‘sparkling’ but in the comics, they mainly use ‘newly-built’ for freshly made Cybertronians so i’ll be switching between the two but i’ll mainly use the canon comic term. also, reader is not a baby. i think it makes more sense for newly builts to be smaller but able to walk immediately when they are made since they are Cybertronians. though, i feel like other functions like transforming are slowly learnt.
also, most transformers start off with mentor figures which i believe are similar to parents for humans.
Notes: I don't care HOW popular he is or isn't I just want to BANG him !!
Content/warnings: The DJD, overstimulation, pussy eating, human x Cybertronian(s), spitroasting w/ Tesarus mentioned, dubcon? , Helex is kinda mean.
Word count: 285
You're not entirely sure how many orgasms you're at now- Brain turned an incohesive mush that slips out of your fingers with every flick and stroke of Helex's glossa. It started as prep for his spike- Trying to use the heat that radiated from his frame to help relax your muscles- Turned into him deciding he'd rather just have you writhe as he slowly pulls you apart with his intake.
Servos keep you still; two on your thighs to keep them cracked open for his head, another capturing your wrists and the last cradling the back of your skull and neck, forcing you to look him in the optics when you try to shy away.
Helex purrs when you buck against his faceplate, glossa retreating from your achy, lubricant-slick cunt with a final teasing drag of it against your clit that has you sobbing out a fucked out slur of gibberish. His derma mash into your lips, and you're flooded with the taste of yourself that's almost enough to distract you from the sound of retracting panels, followed by his spike slotting itself between your thighs and resting against your sex.
You're taken worse, and a lot more, thanks to Helex's habit of sharing with Tesarus and the two of them spitroasting you, but doesn't change the fact your legs won't stop shaking, or that you can tell you're definitely going to be sore later, and as big of a sadist as Helex is, he knows you have a limit you're nearing. So, he pauses there. Digits drumming against your thigh and allowing you to go limp as he releases your wrists without much word, spike twitching and biolights cycling between various shades of purple.
What someone is doesn't really bother him; organic or not, if you can't be killed, then he may as well enjoy your properties
You're not worth even trying to kill, not his usual way, because human fluids get really caked on, and he doesn't want to clean up stuck-on flesh
Kaon will never get over how infuriating it is that you can just...live through his strongest shocks
They don't even incapacitate you for that long; a week, and you'll be up and at it again
Instead, he's focusing on what he can do to make your life a living hell: restraints, isolation, treating you like shit
Oh well, he'll get over it eventually
Nickel hates organics a lot, so she doesn't mind watching your torture even if it does little to you mentally
But, eventually, enough is enough for her
If it's really not doing anything, and they won't get rid of you, she will put up with you
She is interested in monitoring your mental state and determining whether it can revert to its initial emotional state
Tarn just doesn't have time for these sorts of things
His voice can't control non-mechanical forms, so it's not as if he can do anything but shoot you or get creative
He's fine with keeping you around for research purposes, and of anyone, he's the least concerned with your existence so long as you don't get in the way of anything
Once his team gets bored, like they always do, he'll throw you away again
Tesarus is bothered, only because you're easy to step on, and it's extremely difficult for him to clean all the nooks and crannies of his peds
You're not that interesting, you're easy to kill and shred and take forever to put yourself back together
If you want to hang around him, fine, he'll talk if you ask the right questions, too
Vos finds you most intriguing, though that is of his scientific nature to want to study
You're also not as small compared to him, so he can really get a good look at how your flesh pulls itself back together after being torn and ripped
It's fascinating, and you've become a frequenter of his lab so he can forcefully collect samples and try to recreate the technology with Cybertronian metals
Author's Note - These guys r a little mean and evil but thats cool...thank you for requesting!
Warnings: Cnc, Smut, ( oral, rough interfacing and semi-public ) and size difference. NSFW 18+.
Notes: Order up! So, this took a completely different turn. Unsure if it got weird along the way, but here it is, and I have no regrets. Wanted to move into darker themes with my writing so hope this turned out. Added cnc into the warnings just to be safe. Another thing, know the request states for them to almost get caught but I had to let them get caught. Hope you all enjoy.🥰
Cnc - Consensual non consent
☕ Coffee
Helex saved you, at least this is what you keep telling yourself over again, and you felt you owed him for this. Your escape pod from a ship had crashed onto an unknown planet, and it was by chance that he found you, injured from the crash but alive. You're brought back with him and when you are online again you find yourself in an unknown place and your wounds are patched.
When you first meet Helex he terrifies you. His enormous form is at least three times bigger than your smaller figure, multiple arms latched on his frame, and a cavernous torso where you can feel his internal heating elements boiling even from a distance, his own personal smelting pool.
You knew who he was but only from horrifying stories. A member of the Decepticon Justice Division, a group of torturers employed by Megatron to hunt down and deal with traitors.
You're an autobot though, they were only interested in decepticon traitors, right? You don't want to find out the answer you decided. All you can do is thank him politely and ask for a safe return back home. His answer is what seals your fate.
"You're home."
Helex wouldn't let you leave and the one time you did try to escape you don't get far, and it's his enormous figure, intense gaze, and the threatening glow from his torso that reminds you to not anger him, otherwise things won't end well for you at all. So for now, you stay put, much to your misery.
Now, here you are, trapped in a place you wanted to be far away from. You weren't threatened, you weren't hurt, in fact you were provided with average care, Helex never let you starve and made sure you were comfortable, at least as best as you can be in such a place.
As the days went by they continue to drag out, and you lost track of how long you've been there. A lot of the time you get bored and try to keep yourself busy however you can, but it's a struggle, mentally.
Often you would hear the echoed screams, and that's when you needed to truly escape. You didn't want to hear them, and the only place the screams can be blocked out is in the medic bay. Nickel allows you to clean the bay often, showing some pity you think, and it also keeps you distracted from everything else.
Now, in the medic bay again, you do your best to find even the smallest of things to tidy or clean up. You honestly don't know how long you've been at it, but you feel the thundering quacks slowly increase, and glancing up towards the door you see Helex entering. Nickel must've told him where you are.
He's silent, as you are too, no greetings offered from either of you. You never know what to say to him, and you've unsure what he is thinking either. He moves towards you, causing you to grow nervous as he gets closer before stopping beside you, your optics focused on the bench in front of you where you had just cleaned.
"Are you afraid of me?" His sudden voice cuts through the air.
"Sometimes." You answer through a shaken whisper before meeting his fierce gaze. "Do you want me to be afraid of you?"
"I'm not sure." He sounds confused, and his answer doesn't really help calm you. "You're intriguing."
You're unsure what to say to that, and so you turn your gaze back to the bench just to avoid his piercing gaze. Yeah, you're scared of him, but he hasn't hurt you, not yet at least, and you're fully aware what he was capable of which is why you don't push him.
Helex continues to stare before he moves again, this time moving his large servo towards your face and using the back of his broad digit to caress against your cheek plating. The contact causes your venting to hitch, followed by a soft whimper out of fear. The affection is new and you're unsure how to react.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"What do you want?" You can't help the tremble in your vocals.
"I want you."
You turn your helm at him and he's suddenly on you, firm broad lips latching onto your own fiercely causing you to let out a startled whimper, muffled by his lips as he lifts you up onto the bench and pins you down onto the surface. Your hands push up against his chassis, giving weak attempts to get him off you, but it's pointless. His size and strength prove that, and you feel vulnerable and helpless as he forcefully kisses you.
His second pair of arms suddenly tug your legs apart, giving him the opportunity to press against you more and deepen the kiss. You feel his glossa push between your lips and coil around your own. His glossa isn't like others, much longer and hotter, a magna bitterness lingering as he fills your mouth and explores, causing you to let out a choked wince. Is that energon you taste? Did he just consume energon? Something told you that you don't want to know the answer. He shows no intention of stopping, and in fact he seems to be liking it as he lets out a low moan against your lips, his strong servos pinning you still as his second pair roam across your thighs and waist areas.
Your fighting attempts cease and you're left with no option but to let him, and much to your confusion your entire frame starts warming up from his intense actions. This shouldn't be happening, you shouldn't be enjoying this, yet you find yourself moaning lowly, your mouth full of his extended glossa.
Helex removes himself from the kiss, followed by his glossa that descends out from your mouth covered in saliva. You let out a forced vent and stare at him with wide optics, a bit stunned by his action, and he is only getting started.
He lifts your bottom half up making you gasp out loudly, leaving you to hang upside down just about from the berth you sat upon and you grip your servos across the edges. You feel his hot vents against your legs and panel, servos holding you tightly, right before feeling his snake glossa sliding against your covered valve.
"W-what are you doing?!" You're scared, feeling the hot texture against your closed panel and inner thighs, and much to your shock you're slowly growing more warm, whimpering in pleasure as he holds you hanging there, right before you automatically feel your panel retract on its own due to your growing desire.
He likes that, and takes his chance to latch onto your valve and devour you, thick glossa already sliding in deeply as he lets out a lingering moan tasting your fluid sweetness.
Another startled mewl erupts from you as you feel his glossa reach far deep through your channel, further than any spike before you've had. This shouldn't be real, yet it's happening, and reality sinks in as he starts to frag you with his glossa, sliding back and forth through your depths.
Your body responds through shivers of growing arousal, your valve building with fluids as you can't help but clench around his sliding glossa, letting out lingering soft moans as you crumble under him. Helex enjoys your taste and your reactions, letting out a vibrating satisfied groan against your valve that rocks through your frame.
The angle is strange, being lifted half off the berth leaving your shoulders and helm to barely rest against it while he holds you up by your spread legs and waist to hold you against him.
Constant weak mewls erupt from you over again as his glossa plunges through your channel, thighs spasming violently while you servos grab hold onto the edges as you feel yourself start to roll your hips against his glossa. You can't help yourself, it feels amazing!
This leaves though when you feel him pull away, glossa leaving your valve causing you to whimper in protest lightly. His hold is still tight as he lowers you back down, only for you to realise than that his panel had retracted, revealing his ridiculously large pulsing spike, tapping directly onto your valve, and this is when your fear quickly boils up again.
"W-wait, wait, you're too big-!" You're bluntly cut off when he ignores you and presses his spike against your valve firmly, the fat tip slowly breaching and invading your channel, thickness stretching you widely while he continues to press forward.
Your servos grip at his broad ones firmly latched against your hips while his second pair hold your legs apart, holding you in place, leaving you with nothing but to accept his spike that slowly fills. Letting out a choked sob you feel the burning pleasure build at your valve, every pulsing ridge rubbing forward and creating a bulge that slowly expands against your valve and lower soft armour.
Taking so much of him surprises you, you didn’t think your smaller frame could take so much.
His heated vents hit you, almost a burning sensation, as he firmly presses himself against your valve fully, able to stretch you fully while letting out a deep groan release from his chassis. Your optics shutter close while letting out soft winces followed by moans of desire rushing through you. You feel his entire length pulsing rapidly through your channel, expanding through the bulge created before you manage to online your optics to look at him.
He's staring right back, scorching gaze piercing through your small figure. He's so powerful, dangerous. There's no love or care in his face, only hunger and the growing arousal through him. This is only for pleasure, whether he intended for you to enjoy it you don't know, but you still enjoy it.
Helex gives a blunt thrust, shaking you against the berth as another choked sob leaves you, surprised by his sudden action as you grip your servos into his own even more, digits digging into his soft armour that will leave dents. He does it again, and again, slowly, feeling that broad spike moving through your channel thoroughly, before you feel his movements pick up as he tugs you by your waist against his movements, shaking the berth and yourself while you let out repeated gasps and moans.
Your sensitive node is stimulated against his rough armour while you continue to let out outbursts of desire rocking through your frame, clenching around his thrusting spike and feeling him buried deep within you. Despite your position, who it was, you don't care. You love the pleasure boiling through every inch of you and the tight hold he possessed, claiming and using you for his pleasure which you find oddly arousing.
His movements increase, forcing out stuttered vents from you over again, legs spread wide by his secondary arms and the heat radiating from him clouding your trembling frame. You feel his spike pump into you fully over again, twitching violently, vocal sounds growing louder, and you know he's about to overload, and it's no surprise to you that you feel yourself growing close to crashing through your own.
Moving your servo you rub at your node as you're unsure if he would care if you overload or not. Doing this causes your back to arch and accept every rough thrust against you, mewling loudly as you feel your overload coming crashing through you while clenching around his thickness. Helex lets out a deep groan that erupts from his chassis, feeling you clenching hard, giving a couple more jerky thrusts before spilling his thick trans fluids deep in you.
You feel the warm sticky fluids filling you to the brim, filling your chambers, channel and expanding up with his spike against your lower half. Some leak out with nowhere else to go while you hear it drip onto the floor, only low whimpers as the afterburst of pleasure continues to linger.
Helex keeps himself within as he admires and savours every moment, rubbing his primary servos across the bulge against you. He drew out a lot of your energy, and you silently admit it was a pretty good frag, your overload was quite marvellous. You're both lost the moment you don't hear someone entering the room.
Nickel clears her vocals to get their attention, making you both snap your gazes on her as she tads her peda against the flood with crossed arms, not impressed by the scene.
"Seriously? You two have your own private room to fool around in. I don't understand why you insisted on letting it happen in my medic bay."
All you can do is gasp and look away, feeling horribly embarrassed that you've been caught in such a way. You wince a little as you shift, still feeling him buried deep in you.
"Sorry, Nickel." Helex says softly. Despite her size, she somehow put the other members of DJD in their place, and learned to respect her.
"Well, chop chop, get cleaning. I don't want to be stepping in either of your fluids. Place better be spotless when I return." She turns on her pedas and heads out.
Letting out a low groan you feel his spike start to leave you, and flop out leaving your valve gaping and leaking your mixed fluids. Your optics are fuzzy but you feel his hot frame leaning across and sharing a surprisingly tender kiss with you. He tucks himself away, sharing one more glance with you, before turning and leaving the room.
You're left alone, sitting up against the berth as you give yourself a moment to gather your thoughts. It seems you're left to clean up, of course. Venting out deeply you do your best to clean yourself, close your panels, and start to wipe down the berth and floor.
Helex confused you, but you shouldn't expect too much from the large mech. You don't know what to expect anymore, or if you were ever going to escape. A part of you doesn't want to though, just so you can keep Helex's spike all to yourself.
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It's a bit short, but I did my best.
- The Peaceful tyranny was always so fucking cold. You had so many drawers just full of jackets and sweaters. You had a heater in your human sized room, but whenever you were outside, which you often were, it was useless.
- That was one of the reasons you had taken a liking to the giant oven, Helex. When you had first arrived, none of the members really liked you, just tolerated you. As Tarn had told that you would be a good bargaining chip.
- But after Helex found you on his shoulders, sleeping and soaking in his warmth, did he like you more and more. And you slowly became more of a companion than a bargaining chip.
- And the bot you mostly spent most time with now, was Helex. He didn't mind whenever you would be venting your problems to him, keeping him entertained.
- You had even gotten him into knitting, which he would use his small arms to do. He used oversized yarn, making blankets and bedding for you.
- And slowly, over some time, you realized you had developed feelings for him. You had kept it a secret for some time, as you weren't sure if he would even like you back. Yeah, he tolerated you, but you thought he might just do so, to please Tarn.
- But then Tarn found out, as he wasn't stupid, and could see your obvious attraction to one of his members. He also knew that Helex like you back, as he had a conversation, if it was even okay if the big guy got together with you.
- So, thanks to Tarn, you two got together.
- And most of your nights were now filled with cuddles, in your now shared habsuite. Movie nights were a must of course. Whenever you were with the DJD on the bridge, you would be on his shoulder, keeping warm.
- It was rare for you to even wear a jacket, as his warmth was more than enough. On especially cold planet, he would fill his oven belly with blankets and pillows, so you could sleep inside.
- Though sometimes you would have to share with Vos, which after a while wasn't too bad as he would mostly leave you alone.
- He refused, however, to take you on missions in the start, afraid something might happen to you. But after many nights alone on the Tyranny, Tarn said that it might have been smart to take you with them. Just to be in the background.
- When Nickel joined them, Helex and Tarn was quite adamant that she learned a bit of how to heal a human, just in case something would happen to you. Which she reluctantly agreed to do. And you two became friends as well.
- "My little flame" and "Warmth" was Helexs most used nicknames for you. He would always pet your hair or back, whenever you two were cuddling together.
"I love you." You spoke, tracing your fingers over his chest, his warmth soaking into your hands, pushing away the cold. "The warmth of my life." It was a little joke between the two of you.
"I love you too, my little flame." He replied to you, before you both returned to the film. Some would say, that being this sappy under a horror gore movie was kinda weird, but it was your favourite thing to with him, having your happy time, with your big, warm, mechanical teddy bear.
