ever planning on continuing that Autobot!Reader x Megatron fic cause GOOOOODDDDDDDDDD it was GOOD
Aww, thank you, you're so sweet! I am pleased to do more~
TFP Megatron x TF! Reader x TFP Optimus Prime
Transformer! Reader. GN! Reader.
Captivity, sex in front of another person, voyeurism, bondage, stimulation denial, porn with a PLOT and dialogues!
English is not my native language! 18+ Valveplug
The chains and handcuffs are so tight that it becomes difficult to ventilate, the mechanisms creak from the shackles as your body sways back and forth. Only one ped touches the floor, while the other is fixed in a bent position, pressed against the abdominal plates. But the worst part was not that, but Optimus, unconscious after Starscream attacked him with full force, also chained to the wall, frighteningly silent.
Before you call out to your leader, the doors slide open with a distinctive sound, disappearing into the walls and letting in a figure walking toward you with slow, heavy steps. Megatron examines you without a broad smile, only with a barely noticeable curved line at the bottom of his faceplate. He slowly and silently look at your body, held on the tip of one pedal, looks into your optics from top to bottom with a piercing gaze, drills, penetrates the spark itself, where he has already been, seeing everything without any secrets.
His touch is as slow and languid as if you were long-time lovers, not former friends or enemies. Even if you keep your composure, even if you look away from him as if you are not interested in what is happening, he knows. He knows what thoughts are hidden behind your stoic expression, how Sparks will react, your erogenous zones. The days when he was hatching an escape plan in your head were interspersed with sweet touches.
He slides his claws along your thigh, rising, pressing the backs of his fingers against the spot where the spark pulses wildly.
“How many problems would have been solved if you had chosen the right side,” he finally breaks the silence.
“I…” your voice sounds rough, you clear your throat, “I've already chosen the right side.”
The claws, which a second ago were gently pressed against the center of your chest, suddenly clench and dig hard into the metal, leaving deep scratches right across the bright red Autobot emblem. His palm rises higher, grasping your chin and jerking your helmet up sharply, while his claws dig roughly into the soft metal of the faceplate.
“You miss me,” each word hissed through his dentures. “You could have had anything you wanted, you could have had something no one else has…”
“I made my choice based not on material gain.” You dared to interrupt him.
In response, Megatron stared at you silently and smiled.
"The rewards would not only be material, don't you understand? Which of your dreams would you have fulfilled with him?" Megatron's palm traced the unconscious body of Optimus, your Optimus. The one who knows about your feelings, who definitely feels the same way, but hasn't taken a single step towards the two of you together. Although he could have…
No, he didn't do it because he's Prime, because he's a wonderful leader. Because, unlike Megatron, it's not in his nature to take what he wants here and now, just because he feels like it, and you're ready to accept that glances and warm words of support are the limit of what you can offer.
But Spark whined, begging for something real, and your lips tightened into a line from your own insolence
That's enough to make Megatron's scarlet optics flash brighter with satisfaction. The thumb of the hand still holding your chin slowly slides across your lips, teasingly.
“Stubborn…”
You would be a magnificent Decepticon, the best of the best, standing beside him as his right hand. Oh, how many things would change for the better if it were you, if you would subdue your pride and bow your lovely head in reverence.
A thick claw slides through your lips, prying them apart. Megatron leans closer, aligning his faceplate with yours. Blue and red optics clash, trying to fight for dominance, but when he gets too close to your lips, the blue glow recedes. You eagerly cover the optics, and the cooling fans turn on at medium speed, causing the warlord to smirk mockingly.
Megatron does not kiss you. Instead, he slowly bites the soft metal of the faceplate, lingering on the sharp dents in the corner of mouth for an intimate length of time. When the silver mech is removed, he studies the mark. Warmth spreads through his body along with a dark, possessive joy. The marks suit you. His marks.
Another bite followed. And another. And then another. Your cheek, lip, and chin are marked with uneven circles of dots from his teeth, and the desire to give you more envelops the Decepticon like a dark fog.
Megatron slowly circles you, running his claws along your body. Mech glides almost imperceptibly over the protruding metal on your buttocks and squeezes right under the curve of your hip. The touches are caressing, the tips of his claws sneak under the joints of the plates, tickling the prototypes of your thighs, and they twitch reflexively, while your dentate plates clench into a grimace, trying to hold back the hissing from how correctly, how precisely he caresses the most sensitive areas. Your thighs lift themselves, openly and vulgarly, like an animal in heat.
A couple more strokes, firm presses on the hot metal, and your plate moves away on its own, without warning. The fans increase their speed, drowning out the timid hum of the Spark.
Around the wet entrance, a finger circles, gathering moisture. Instead of stretching your walls, the fingers pinch the sensitive bump, rolling and rubbing it. A quiet moan, more like a squeak, slips through your lips while the mech remains silent, as if teasingly making every sigh and groan louder in this silence. Megatron spreads the pliable valve with his index and ring fingers, while middle methodically rubs the sensitive metal in circular motions, accelerating.
Optic tries to find his gaze behind you, wanting to reward the captor with a look of disgust, allowing yourself the only control, but the pressure on the sensitive spot makes you roll your eyes and moan again. You're almost there... just a little more, please... FRAG!
Your thighs clenched together again as the pressure disappeared a second before the desired orgasm. The ped touching the ground broke away from the floor in an attempt to kick the silver mech, but missed. Your back vibrated, echoing Megatron's laughter.
“Say it.” His still wet servo reaches across your shoulder and presses against your cheek. “You have to say what you want.”
“Isn't it obvious?” Your body almost shakes, and let out a half-cry. “You've already seen all my dreams, heard all my desires while you were parasitizing in my head! What else do you need?!”
“Confession. Here. And loud.”
“Why so much eroticism with the prisoner?”
“You can become a privileged subordinate if you just behave yourself.” He didn't seem to think about these words. He answered too quickly. “You know, I'm happy to welcome old friends. Or, perhaps, someone more important.”
“A trophy, for example.” A bitter truth stung beneath your breastplates. Envy and jealousy drive him to act, to desire, to take.
“Trophy? I'll take you here anyway, simply because I want to, because I have the right to take what I like. But what about your noble prince? Isn't he keeping you close, untouched, as if you were a symbol of power rather than sincere love?”
Optimus really did become friendlier and gentler with you when their misunderstanding and quarrel with Megatron escalated to the limit. But he called you to himself and his ideology because you are the last piece of Orion, the thread that connects him and Megatronus. He would not have appropriated you for evil, he is not that kind of person.
“You follow him because he speaks beautifully about equality and the absence of the need to get your hands dirty? But how many people have died because of his patience and nobility? This is your big flaw, my little, you have always followed the appearance of order, not the truth.”
“I a-” a foreign EM field collides with yours, barely noticeable, very weak.
“You want me. I am capable of giving you what you desire, even though we were just enemies. He did not give you even a crumb of what you desired, even though there was always an opportunity.”
Longing burns your mind like a heavy burden. These are the doubts he saw in the dark corners of your consciousness. He is manipulating you.
But it is not lying.
“Look at me,” he whispers into your audio sensor just as you're about to look away toward Optimus. “Say it. Just ask, and your wishes will come true.” His hand strokes your cheek, drawing your gaze back to him.
Thoughts swarm, red optics illuminate your face as Lord admires the traces of his bites that have not yet faded, the valve clenching painfully around the emptiness. You won't forgive yourself if...
if you give up on your dreams once again.
“I want to. I really want to. I've always wanted to...” you two “you.”
With quick jerks, he unlocked all the chains except those that bound hands behind back. Megatron presses you against the cot with your chest. The cot in the torture chamber is clearly not for romantic evening assurances. How many have been dissected and tortured here during interrogations? Here, on this cot, have they ever examined a bot's insides this way?
The tip of the spike slid through your thighs to its full length, collecting moisture from the valve. Full of curiosity, you lift yourself up a little, as best you can, to really see for the first time... oh, Great Primus...
As soon as you let out a gasp of surprise, Megatron dug his claws into the metal of your thighs. Don't be afraid, he'll fit; you were made for him, with every part of your body.
Still not prepared you with fingers, he slips sharp head inside, gently and slowly stretching the valve. Obediently and pliably, your soft metal spreads apart, swallowing the huge spike, and a groan of stretching escapes from your mouth. Another small push, then another, and on the third, the optics rolled back and you moaned deeply. Megatron moves back, also slowly slipping out and pausing in this position, causing you to whimper. Your hips rose invitingly again, like a pussycat in spring, but now your cheeks weren't burning with shame. Sparkle rejoiced, singing with happiness. When the silver mech, appreciating the gesture, entered completely with one thrust, you sang too.
Not a single thought remains in your mind, you just accept and moan, accept and moan. Slowly, your helmet turned toward a strange bluish glow on the side. Along with your thoughts, the sound around you seemed to disappear when your gaze collided with the sky-blue optics.
Your pedals softened, you bounce on the surface with every jolt and collision of Megatron's thighs with yours, with a clang and a slosh, and all in front of Optimus. How long has he been conscious? Did he hear your entire conversation?
His gaze is so unbearable to your conscience that you have to look away, but the warlord behind you won't let you, grabbing your arms pinned behind your back and lifting you up in front of the wounded mech in chains, holding you in the air and thrusting into your womb right in front of Optimus.
He is watching. His usually noble optics, still clouded by trauma, are focused on the place where you and Lord are connected, and now you clearly feel that the wave of the weak EM field was belonged to him. Your optics are wet with guilt before you cum with another pornographic moan.
I'm nervous about posting this one. This is my fanfic about my transformers x reader, and not too proud of what I wrote. Also, I would appreciate some criticism so I can better my writing. And I'm not sure if I'll ever continue this one since I basically lose interest after a while. Anyways! Enjoy and have fun!
Completing the mission was prioritized, especially if it was recon and acquiring information within Decepticon databanks. And, honestly? You wished you went rogue and ignored basically everyone within Autobot or Decepticon ranks because why the frag not? Having been reincarnated into whatever frag this universe was, at first, exciting, thrilling adventures to come and more friends to acquire and to simp over. However, you missed one fact, and it was the fact that everyone, and you mean everyone is obsessed with you. You didn't know how, you wished you did, and you wished you could restart all over again because why did this happen to you and why you only!?!?.
Thinking back on it, the first bot in the franchise you met was actually Soundwave. During one of his most depressing, lowest point in his entire life cycle, you were there drinking some high grade and getting yourself drunk because why not? Stumbling upon him under one of the desolate space bridges was not on your bingo card, and honestly, you wished you acted just like how everyone else did, but you didn't. Because your spark couldn't ever do it, you were too empathetic and stupid for that.
You remember slowly approaching him despite being drunk as slag and stumbling like a sparkling and stammering. Sitting down beside him, and rambled about who knows what except Soundwave. You don't remember much, only that after that encounter, you met more ‘bots from the franchise until all you knew was that you were surrounded by them all. You didn't know when, or where, or why this all happened.
After that one Primus damned encounter, everything collided and fragging shattered and basically went into slag. You met even more decepticon members before they even became decepticons, becoming their friend and fragging around ‘till you found out, smiling the whole way as you did as much chaos as you did. You don't even know how you got out unscathed and free from the High Council’s aft-scathing attacks. Maybe you were lucky, or not, who knows.
Meeting Optimus- Orion. Frag, meeting Orion before he became a Prime was awesome. You vaguely remembered having to indulge him as he talked and yapped on and on about history and other things, and you talked too, venting slightly ‘bout the slag High Council does to those of middle and low castes, and how you wanted to help despite what you have in your disposal. You remembered seeing something in his optics after you said all that, and you left adruptly. You didn't know why you did, you just did. Something told you to.
And after that, you met more autobots. Smiling through the chaos you single handedly made, you remember meeting Rodimus when he was just Hot Rod, the mid caste very dangerously close to low castes. Having met him when you were running from the High Council Enforcer, Prowl, after teasing him while running away after you committed some crime you forgot about.
You forgot a lot of interactions you had with other ‘bots, mainly those from the franchise not mentioned a lotta times.
But anyways, back on your current situation, you were in a vent, stuck, and wishing you offlined yourself before any decepticons find you. You knew you had some sort of charm, but you didn't know what kind. And you don't want to figure it out through trouble. Not this time around. You didn't know what they'd do to you if you failed using your charm on them to escape their weirdly obsessive servos.
Nervously looking around, you wanted to log into comm and tell Jazz to help you out, but then that would risk having Soundwave enter in the comm link and find you. You knew Soundwave was strong, smart, and had mind reading capabilities you aren't sure if you had anything against it. Groaning lowly, quietly shuffling, you had to push through. You had to get this one information on them and bust the frag outta here. Not wanting to get stuck in one place any linger, you shuffled through, scraping against the vent walls was annoying, and would risk alerting any nearby decepticons.
Finally, after a grueling joor of shuffling through and ruining your paint, you found a vent and looked into it. Staying at the edge, you saw Megatron sitting on his chair, caressing a picture you recognize as yourself. You had to pause and silently gag at that, because what the frag, and why the frag did he have that one picture you destroyed stellar cycles back before you became an autobot???
Having to stay still and not alert this one fragging mech you don't wanna encounter at all and in all kinds of situations. You heard deep mumblings that would've been nice to sleep to, if only it wasn't directed at you and yapping on about how Megatron would one day make you his. You had to stay very still, because what if he knew I was here??? That slag can't be fragging possible….
Sometimes you wished you offlined during this escapade of yours because right now, right now, you don't want to know what slag they'll do to you. Having to suffer through Megatron's inner ramblings about you, you stayed still and ensured you wouldn't be found.
After what felt like stellar cycles, Megatron finally left his fragging office and, which gave you the opportunity to get down and trash his office as quickly and as quietly as you could before getting out. Destroying the picture in the process because frag it all if you'd let him get one of your pictures and do Unicron’s who knows what…
Quickly shuffling through the vents, trying to find the location of the information databanks where Soundwave is likely to be in, you crawled your way through. Scraping your paint and getting dust on you on the process. Which you didn't really mind. You'd rather this than to be stuck in one place for too long unlike last time. The thought made you shiver, and continued crawling.
Slowly, reaching some dustier and cleaner parts of the vents after joors of crawling, you finally made it to the information bank where important files are put in for later use and scrutiny. Carefully, you opened the ventilator and got out of there slowly. A small clank as you put your pede down as quietly as you could, and searched around.
Or more like messed around. You put the files in a wrong, disorganized way so you could make their lives utter pit and back, grinning as you did so. Finally, after searching for a bit too long for your liking, you found the correct information you needed. Settling it in your subspace, you carefully put everything back to where it was, except the files. You grinned maliciously as you went back up the vents. Putting back the ventilator and crawling back to where you got here.
Crawlung back, you had to stop yourself immediately when Soundwave, of all bots you wanted to encounter, looked up to ventilator just above him. You felt like he was scrutinizing you, the silence felt heavy, and you wanted to get out of here, and fast. You hear pedesteps raining down below you, and a booming voice cackled through. Anger clear in his voice.
“Who went into the databanks!?”
You grinned maliciously at hat, recognizing the voice as Megatron. He sounded like he was fuming. More so from his ruined office and the picture of you taken and shredded into piece with some gone. Curiously and warily, you peaked through the ventilator. But had to pull back before anyone could catch sight of you, because almost half of the decepticon ranks were in here, and you do not want to be captured.
Sadly for you, without your notice, your helm kibble was seen by none other than Thundercracker. His red optics staring into the ventilator slightly before focusing on Megatron first. Not wanting to get shot by his armed blaster this cycle.
Quietly as you could, you tried to go back to where you were before, not wanting to risk being seen by decepticon under you.
Hi, You can make Cyberverse Cheetor x Moth bot fem reader, which was also a creation of the supreme spark and also that Rayis is inspired by Mothra
Note: Sorry if you wanted a romantic one-shot, since both Cheetor, and reader was born almost at the same time, it makes me think of them as sibling, but don't worry, there will be a lot of fluff.
My school is hell to me, heck, i hardly have time to watch video now since i am having afternoon class, and it's hard being the oldest hoer.
Your My Light
Cyberverse Cheetor x Moth Fem Cybertronian Reader [Platonic]
Bownus: Mystery character x Reader
Warning: None, only Fluff
You were created a year after Cheetor.
Being a year younger than him, he took the responsibility of being your older brother.
And being created by the Allspark, you two became the Guardian of the Allspark, protecting it from evil.
At least, that's what you two are created for, but the planet you two was on, have little to no threat against the Allspark.
So you two just explore the planet, learning the humans in this world as they evolve, and grew their numbers.
You two never stray too far from each other, which leads to you two being curious about this giant robot that look like you and your brother, but minus the animal part.
And that leads to you two being spotted on the moon, and getting chase by three of them, but good thing you two manage to lost them.
Then your brother got the dumbest idea, by bringing two of the faction's leader, and no surprise, the Allspark was stolen by this meck called StarScream.
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During your time with the Autobot in getting the Allspark, you meet many bot's, the one you hang out the most was, Arcee, Chromia, Bumblebee, HotRod, and WindBlade.
They are the first friends you made during those time, hanging out, drinking energon, even just walking, you'll always have one or two of your friends with you.
Long story short, you all got the Allspark, the Autobot decided to fly to cybertron when the Space Bridge was destroyed.
And now, you and your brother are traveling to Cybertron, since you two was created on earth, you two are well excited to go to another planet.
Well, during those time, many things happened, the Autobot temporary got angry, and started fighting each other, your dumb brother decided to go space surfing with Bumblebee and HotRod, and came back looking like he have just came back from war
Then you suddenly felt weird to one of your friends, not a bad way, but on a way you didn't know how to explain, like you wanted that bot so badly, but also somehow scare, like they don't like you kind of sare.
So you ask Optimus about it, seeing that he was the leader.
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After having a long talk with Optimus, and telling this to your brother, he give you the green flag to pursue.
So you did....
And confess to WindBlade about your feeling to her, and she felt the same way.
And with that, you two became the first lesbian lover in the Ark.
Your brother was surprise that you'r confession was not for Bumblebee, nor HotRod, cuz he never would have thought that your gay for WildBlade.
But he also supported you two's relationship, always teasing you every chance he got.
Starscream x TF! Reader who had been seducing him for so long.
yesterday, while getting ready for bed, I saw a TikTok from orcakayang or pixiv, and basically, I couldn't sleep. I did it with one hand, too, girl.
18+, NSFW, Transformer reader, femme reader, slightly dubious consent, slurs.
English is not my native language.
When something resembling a squeak escapes your lips, Starscream smiles almost maliciously, continuing to press his fingers between your thighs and enjoying his power over this body. Alternating soft, sliding touches with firm, rubbing movements, making your knees buckle. Continuing to rub with his palm, the scarlet mech leans over your neck, blows hot air from the ventilation onto it, and presses against it with open lips, first sucking, then sinking his teeth into the cables, as if he wanted not to fuck you, but to drink your energon and leave you right there, in the empty cold corridor, which, as the seeker thought, was just perfect for seducing subordinates.
How did it come to this? Well, how explain it…
Yes, you were flirtatious, very flirtatious, there were hints with overtly suggestive undertones, there were poses while you were all sitting together in a meeting, so subtle, yet thought-provoking. But it's just a game, just jokes, isn't it? Who knew that a barely noticeable touch on the tip of his wing and a sweet whisper of “My lord” would provoke such a vivid reaction? You should have refused, left quickly, simply because you weren't even dating to allow something like that, and things like that… aren't right, are they? But the seeker savors your neck with such delight, like a hungry newborn clinging to its mother's breast, that your hand instinctively strokes the back of his helmet.
“I think we should get to know each other better. I'm not really who I seem to be.”
The front fangs dug into your neck again, this time more painfully, covering your mouth and silencing any objections. The mech moved away from your thin neck to get closer to your audiosensor, stretching and breaking a long thread of saliva.
“You want to deny yourself the pleasures that only I can give you? How delightfully futile,” he whispers, a little hoarsely, and you can't quite tell from his smell or intonation whether he's drunk. “No. It's so uncomfortable here.”
The red mech lifts you up as if you weigh nothing, and you gasp with surprise. Clasping your hips in a tight embrace, he strides decisively toward his quarters.
The Seeker almost throws you onto the bed, and his short, sharp claws run from your chest plates to your abdomen, leaving barely noticeable scratch marks. The Seeker smirks at something, his fleeting thoughts, but even this smirk seems extremely erotic and sinful to you, and it's as if a tap has been turned on in your lower stomach, because moisture runs from the valve, oozing through the joints of the armor.
Starscream knelt in front of his sleeping place and spread your lower limbs apart with one movement, exposing the wet streaks on the inside of your thighs under the light of the ceiling lamps. How charming, just now you were talking about yourself as if you were an innocent little lamb, as if you hadn't seduced him for long cycles on end, but in reality you are still a dirty slut. Liar, what a stupid, beautiful liar you are…
You haven't seen him from this angle before, and oh, what a pity that is, because Starscream looks gorgeous between your thighs, like a perfectly fitting piece of a puzzle. Your optics meet sharply and you feel a rush of heat from the way his gaze is full of confidence and irresistibility. You struggle, struggle with yourself, forcing not to show your embarrassment and smile, not to look away. Starscream stares between your peds again and with a quick movement, effortlessly, tears off the groin plate. Get it fixed at the medic, this isn't a date.
The hot valve collided with the coolness of the seeker's bedroom, and the soft metal around the entrance contracted from the temperature difference. Only two studying slits remain of Starscream's bright red optics. Without warning, his middle finger enters its full length, the base pressing against the ring of the small hole with a squelching sound, causing your knees to tremble.
“Actually, you need to take it step by step and-”
“Why?” he interrupted you. “You're already wet from a couple of touches, like a dependent whore.” You don't even need to be prepared, your valve would swallow my entire spike without effort." The seeker's words are accompanied by the slurping sound of his finger moving back and forth. You look into each other's optics as he caresses your soft walls, causing them to constrict.
“I don't sleep with anyone.''
“That's not necessary. Being a whore is a state of mind, not always a direct act."
“But I'm not-"
“We both know you're lying.”
Starscream now plunged two fingers inside you, bending them in just the right way and stroking the sensitive bump on the inside. You don't run away, you don't break free, you just press your fingers to your mouth to keep from moaning, and that only says more about you. Your legs are spread wide, invitingly, and who is Starscream to refuse such a kind invitation?
He slides deep inside and back out, his thumb finding the bump on the outside, caressing it from both sides at once. In your mind, there were doubts, indignation at his unceremonious behavior, but you were the one who started it all, weren't you? And isn't it pleasant? With each of his caressing movements, the walls contract, and warmth spreads in waves from the bottom to the spark itself. You want to lie on your back, just let him take over…
You are perfect for this role. Yes, this is definitely the right decision. As soon as you decided to play this game with him, Starscream was already thinking about future possibilities, and you are perfect for it. His personal assistant in maintaining his emotional state, his heating pad for his spike, his sex doll, his toy. You seem to have been created for this very purpose and never even suspected it for a single day of your life. You are powerless to refuse, you are powerless to resist him, and he, in turn, will give you a reboot, and not just one, in gratitude.
You cum when he's already stretched you with three fingers, sobbing and squeezing your thighs, clutching his hand. Starscream gets up, licking a couple of drops of your fluid off his claws. When the waves of rebooting subside, you try to get up, but, taking you by the chin, the seeker presses the tip of your nose against his own groin plates, so hot they could fry something.
“You'll be kind enough to repay me properly, won't you? After all, this mess is on your conscience.”
You want to refuse, but his optics are narrowed predatorily, burning through you with his gaze, now from top to bottom, through and through. When you hear the sound of the plates moving, your mouth is already open.
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Hey how are you doing, I was wondering if you could do a transformers prime knockout x yandere male decepticon reader, the reader having feelings for knockout for a long time, but being increasingly jealous of his close relationship with breakdown till, the reader would eventually “unintentionally” sending him to his dead by the hands of airachnid and now the reader being in a relationship with knockout without him knowing they were the reason breakdowns gone
Hey, everything's great, I passed my university exams and got an excellent score in all subjects! Now I'm ready to write again!
Knockout x Yandere! Con! Reader
Tags/CW: Yandere. Stalking. Jealousy. Murder. Character death. Obsession. Male! Reader.Transformer! Reader
English is not my native language. 18+
He's resembles a scarlet, fresh rose. Such a delightful variety should be kept somewhere with the ideal temperature, ideal humidity, and ideal soil, just so that not a single petal is harmed. But Knockout is a wild rose that has adapted to survive among dirty animals, retaining its freshness and beauty. It's hard to take your gaze away, impossibly hard. And the fact that his knows about his beauty is evident in every movement, in his gait, manner of speech, even in the movement of his eyes and mischievous half-smile, which makes your spark skip a pulsation. Grace and beauty exude from within this mech, luring you like a bee to sweet nectar. And this also attracted an annoying and dirty fly.
He is cumbersome, with sharp lines and angles on his frame, making the ground vibrate with every step, while Knockout glides through the corridors of Nemesis with swan grace. They are not suited to each other. There is someone better. Someone who looks on with absolute adoration. Someone who can hold any conversation with an interest that scarlet mech has never seen before. Someone who is better at running a polishing machine over this warm, smooth metal, rubbing a special wax into the surface. There is you, and Knockout doesn't need anyone but you.
“Hey, what’s up? My shift is over, so I wouldn’t mind keeping you company here in the medical room.” you said. Knockout turned halfway around, scanning your figure with his bright red optics, the ventilation malfunctioning from the glare of those manic lenses. The medic's lips parted to reward you with words, but Breakdown emerged from the utility room with an absurd grunt, towering over the two of you and holding a box of tools in his paws. Knockout, completely forgetting what he wanted to say, abruptly headed for Vibedown, with such enthusiasm that he had never shown you before.
It went on and on like this. You offer to help Knockout clean up at the end of the shift, and he leaves it to you and Breakdown, leaving to “tidy himself up” for a little while, but a little while meant he was gone until tomorrow. You suggest a movie, but oh, what a pity, they just watched it, watch it yourself, sweetie, then we'll discuss it! You track down meet Knockout in the hallways, wandering aimlessly, and seize any opportunity to talk, looking friendly and relaxed, as if this meeting were accidental, but he was heading all along to his partner to start a lively conversation with him, as if you weren't there. At moments like this, you feel like your true emotions are showing in your brow ridges and the movement of your lower jaw. Is Knockout doing this on purpose? He's trying to get you emotional, right? Beautiful ones often come with a bitchy personality. No no, he's wonderful that way, it suits him even better than his color, but he just doesn't understand what's best for him!
“You know, I have some immodest suspicions about this guy.” Breakdown polished the saw with methodical movements, speaking in a quiet voice to the scarlet medic while you're packing things in the back room
“Huh?” Knockout didn't even look up, turning around near the reflective surface. “I think that pie is just sweet!”
“Isn't that sweetness a little too cloying? And anyway, as soon as you finish talking to him, his gaze becomes scarier than Lord's.” At these words from the blue mech, the racer smiled into his fist and cleared his throat.
“Don't exaggerate, most guys here have a relaxed face that looks like a bitch's face. You don't always look like the nicest guy yourself.” Their laughter reached you, as did all the previous words.
So, it's all Breakdown? That bastard is turning your medic against you? Gradually hammering into his pretty head about your suspicious behavior or little incidents? Your fangs dug into index finger with such force that energon flowed, while dark thoughts overwhelmed your head. Trying to be friends is useless, common interests are useless. Any attempt to become one with Knockout, to be his only light, support, and protector, is only possible if you destroy the parasite that is poisoning your flower.
The gods smile at you, smiling with the same grin that your soul and mind smile with. You are alone with Breakdown, if you don't count Arachnid grumbling under his breath. It wasn't difficult to convince Megatron that you, rather than Dreadwing, should accompany Breakdown on a special mission. You have always been a brilliant fighter. If you can deal with your main rival, you and Knockout will be the most magnificent pair of all. The best racer and the best flyer of the Decepticons… doesn't the idea itself sound tempting?
Breakdown swings his hammer at the spider, but the faceplate is blocked by sticky web. In a futile attempt to pull this filth off, the mech collapses to his knees. Your feet sink softly into the cold soil, and with each step, the angular figure of one idiot gets closer and closer, but you don't help him. A pitiful sight. An insect in a spider's web, hoverfly. Nothing but an impostor, trying to deceive beautiful bud with its appearance, to taste the nectar that should belong to you. Arachnida's leg drops sharply, cutting the vital wires and causing the mech to collapse forever. Then, with a single shot, you pierced a hole in spider's chest plates, causing her to fall dead as well. When the hot air left the ventilation grilles, leaving small clouds behind, the silence was broken only by the rustling of the trees. A smile appeared on your face.
Megatron looks at the severed head of fem with satisfaction at a job well done, while you try to avoid making optic contact with Knockout, as if he might know, as if he might sense what you've done. And then, your gazes meet after all, and you see… definitely not grief.
“It's a shame that no one else can clean tools so effectively now. Since you missed your chance, you'll now help me polish my back.” At the medic's words, your groin plates heat up, and you modestly lower your helmet, hiding a slight smile.
Not immediately, but Knockout invited you to watch a movie with him. His figure radiates gentle warmth, the smell of polish and wax, and the movie itself is superficial, unlike the doctor's comments. His voice is sweet as honey, his relaxed posture with his ped on his ped is seductive, and his smooth and beautiful faceplate, illuminated in different colors as the screen changes, beckons you to kiss him. It's too early, much too early. But he's yours, only yours, and no bastard will take him away from you now. Was Breakdown that important? You won't ask. Because there's a topic you'll never bring up again and a little secret you'll never tell.
