haii! i'm iza/zana and i'm a huge transformers fan. mostly the decepticons, they have me in a chokehold.
this is my blog dedicated to mostly just tf x cybertronian reader. i do romantic, platonic and general character hcs. i don't take requests unless specified in my bio. i write SFW & NSFW, it will be specified in the case of NSFW. the content may be graphic and there are warnings, read at your own discretion! i will be making the characters as in-character as i can, i won't sugarcoat.
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!!! forgive me for any typos :")
i write mainly gender neutral as most of my work is in second person— i want everyone to feel included. i will try my best to make it as inclusive as i can but it may be biased as im AFAB so if there's any way in which i can make it feel more open for all, please suggest.
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♡ - romantic
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♤ - dark fic, dead dove: do not eat
◇ - crack (sometimes ends up being taken seriously)
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Arcane, Castlevania (Netflix), Devil May Cry (the games), NBC Hannibal, JJBA, CSM, JJK, Sonic (movies), Resident Evil (games), Tekken, Godzilla (Japanese + Monsterverse), FNAF, Undertale, Deltarune, Garten of BanBan, HxH, OPM, Metal Gear, DC, Invincible, BATIM, Obey Me!, Hellsing, Fallout: New Vagas,
cw(s): mdni ‼️— dubious consent, edging, frotting, spike in valve, reader riding tarn's spike, processor tampering (reader to tarn)
tags: @therobotsarestuckinmyhead
It's as if there's a sparkeater just beneath his plating, gnawing at everything all at once in a desperate attempt to seek satiation. He's always boasted about having no limits—both in the berthroom and on the battlefield—but you've managed to find his in mere moments. Thick spike rubbing the slit of his valve as it frots against his pressurized, weeping one. You've been doing only this for several hours according to his chronometer. It's been glitching since he stepped inside the impetrate chamber, but with the way his frame aches for relief, he wouldn't be surprised if it was accurate.
You're treating him as if he's nothing more than an innocent who has never interfaced before, hesitant to even slip inside him.
Another traitorous sound escapes his vocalizer as his servos dig into the archaic chamber's energon-rich flooring. Lubricant dribbles out of his intake as he attempts to form words on his glossa, but his processor is pure static. You could ask him who he belongs to, and he may mistakenly say you.
He's only vaguely aware of your words, biting questions that he's unable to answer, which only leads to more torturous edging. Your EM field is suffocating his systems, further sinking an unbridled heat into them that makes him as malleable as a protoform.
Another hour, he believes, passes before he feels the stretch of your spike entering his valve. Each of his calipers desperately clings onto you, needing to keep you entombed in him after such a harrowing wait. He hastily vents as steam curls out of them in thin wisps. He attempts to bring his optics back online as he feels your helm press against the top of his but he's unable to manage even that. Your cushy servos slide over his war mask, gingerly removing it. Panic grips his spark but is swiftly subdued by your allure.
He doesn't struggle when you enter his processor, stroking the mindspace as if it were another interface component. You spread his data banks out for your liking as your hips rock against his aft. An overwhelming amount of lubricant escaping his valve at your ministrations. When you meet the least amount of resistance from his subconscious, you merely go to languidly stroking his spike, promising to let him overload if he gives in to you.
You're a thing of beauty, a rarity among rarities. A being of worship as delineated by Lord Megatron. He would've struggled denying you even if he were in his right processor.
Your delving into a more recent memory in his data banks makes him overload. Static escapes his vocalizer at his release, something he's denied himself for far too long. It coats his thighs and drips onto the floor. He feels your other servo take some of his slick from his leaking slit as you settle your thrusts into him, continuing to toy with his spike.
"There have long been stories of the ancient concubus. My works fondly reference them numerous times," a mech clad in war armor with the same symbol that Tarn wears—Lord Megatron—says before turning away from him. You can feel the devotion so deeply laden in Tarn's spark for this mech. It's divine. You could feast on it for eons.
"The mighty beings that held their rightful place at the top of Cybertronian culture before the Senate had them subjugated and eliminated."
You slip your digits covered in his transfluid into his intake a little farther than necessary, causing him to gag. Your movements still for an astrosecond before resuming roughly. Your once patient touch becomes hasty and desperate.
"For millions of years I have diligently searched for any trace of one. The few we have managed to obtain are so far diluted from their original ancestry that they have lost their sanctity, and Optimus Prime is nowhere near becoming a fraction of the veneration they deserve. A pitiful excuse of a Concubus Prime who will be erased from existence for daring to imitate them and all they represent."
His spark pulses quicker as the amalgamation of emotions from you clings onto him, the most potent one being a sort of dread that all his victims emanate before he pops their spark. A reaction he craves is now becoming something unwanted when it's from you.
He pants, glossa still tied as he struggles between his data banks and your movements.
You remove yourself from him promptly, and it's agonizing. The memory fades as his systems betray him, beginning to sizzle until your contact returns to his frame. His backstrut is now pressed against your nest—when did he end up in here instead of on the floor? —and only then does he realize how much larger you are. It's spacious to him, but you are a snug fit in it.
His thoughts fizzle out as you settle onto his spike, valve feeling exactly like how Megatron described them to in his works: "a blessing from above that is as if you have been osculated by the Allspark." You begin to ride him. One servo settles on the expanse of his chassis as the other so adoringly smooths its digits over his facial plate scarring.
The recollection of that stirs but is quickly discarded in favor of the continuation of the interrupted one as you lean down and tentatively press your forehelm against his.
"Soundwave has reported the Autobots uncovering a concubus chamber within a mountain from a planet that has been previously unmarked in all our navigational systems. We do not have conclusive evidence of the type of concubus chamber it may be. There could be nothing in it, but I will not allow those wretched scum to possibly find and misuse someone so sacred." So much conviction in his voice, but you don't know whether it's true conviction or simply Tarn's interpretation of his words.
He groans into your intake as you kiss him. He returns it sloppily, servos settling over your waist but not daring to grip you past something light. Your intake separates from his, only for your glossa to lick his lip plates before slipping past them into his intake.
He feels you leave that part of his data banks and immediately latch onto another. His meeting with the DJD before being deployed on this mission. You don't linger on it long, quickly finding other things in his data banks that you wish to rifle through.
He tries to mentally push you out. It's like putting his servos through oil and trying not to let it stain his frame. The servo still stroking his faceplate digs into it, and he groans so loudly his vocalizer cracks.
Your presence in his mind rescinds, if only a little, as your hips stutter and you overload. It's the first moan he's heard from you and a sound he's immediately intent on hearing again. Your transfluid is like coolant to his systems. He feels it seeping into his spike and abdominal plating.
Your dentae nip at his faceplate, and he tenses as he feels them sink into him, as if he were made of clay instead of metal. His servos come up to your chassis in an effort to push you off, but you rebuff him by causing a spasm in his helm. You smooth it over when his servos fall back against the floor. You pepper kisses along his faceplate and down his neckstrut in apology.
He feels you re-enter his processor, just beginning to knead it when you're yanked off him by Helex. The mech is hardly able to keep hold for long, on his knees with his array parts also leaking.
Tarn has a moment of clarity as you latch onto Helex. The entire DJD has fallen for you; even Nickel is out cold in one of the many concubus-vacant nests.
You know... for idw dadatron, imagine if both dude had both his kids in one universe. The one he traumatized during the war and the one he got while in the functionist universe... the other kid would be jealousy without a doubt.
ooohhhhhhhhhhh spark numbing jealousy.
the sparkling from the OG universe would be SEETHING, lamenting the kind of father they could've had after seeing how Megatron treats the bitlet from the functionist universe. you don't hate that sparkling, they've got nothing to do with your grudge against Megatron but knowing that Megatron was capable of being a good father and you were just unfortunate enough to be his bitlet when he was an arrogant, violent tyrant would always make you feel so jealous because this kid is going to grow up never having to go through a fraction of what you had to deal with. that child will only ever know Megatron as the co-captain of the Lost Light, never as the leader of the Decepticons.
they might handle it maturely, if they were disillusioned and left the Decepticons long ago but if they were so indoctrinated by Megatron that they stayed with his set of beliefs even after he became an Autobot, then yeah, there's going to be some issues.
Hi I was the one who requested the Prowl and Barricade ask and omfg I LOVE IT TQSMMMM!!!! Captured Barricade’s cocky asshole attitude and Prowl’s end-justifies-means way. Love love love ❤️ many hearts for you
YAY GALD U LOVE IT! kinda worried if i went a bit OOC on prowl there but i think i managed to clutch it. love you too, anon! take care.
I loved your Barricade fic, he was my first transformer crush so really enjoyed a story about him!!!
GLAD YOU ENJOYED! because I LOVED writing that fic, it was fun. struggled a bit on writing the prowl parts though... hopefully it wasn't too OOC.
and speaking of barricade, there's barely anything on the guy. like i went through the tag and theres barely any crumbs. i'm familiar with the Bay & IDW1 versions. IDW1, he had quite the arc. semi-redemption even? felt like they were gunning for that.
Bay was lwk the first exposure i had so getting to write "WHERE IS LadiesMan217???" was fun.
I LLLLOOOOVVVEEE YOUUUU (platonically) thank you so much for writing such cool and lovely stuff absolutely for free all for the people i love everything that you write you're such a very admirable hard worker and i strive to be like you in the future! and thank you for always taking care and writing very inclusive work that anyone can enjoy, as well! i hope everything goes well for you forever. the strongest transformers x reader soldier. i really do admire you very deeply and hope you have super ultra fun writing everything that you write! sending you all the love in the world!
I LOVE YOU TOO‼️ YOUR KIND WORDS HAVE MADE ME HAPPY‼️
you are too kind 🥹🥹🥹 this is my greatest hobby, writing fanfiction & i'm just happy to share it with the world. there's this joy i get from knowing that there are other's like me who love these characters as much as i do! it's a content feeling- a great way to express your emotions as well. i'm like the opposite of those 'non-sharing yumeshippers' ig XD i feel very happy to know that there are others who love a character as much as i do!
i want everyone from everywhere to be able to feel the sentiment so i try my hardest to feel included. more the merrier, in my opinion. everyone should get in on the fun!
it warms my heart to know that i got you inspired to get back into writing, anon. writing can be exhausting but having your ideas conveyed across the world for people to explore and contribute to feels great. i've met so many people from so many places i could never dream of seeing any time soon because of it, its a beautiful feeling.
while i am touched to see that you strive to be like me, you ought to aim higher than that, i am not a native english speaker nor have i learnt english that well. its all from TV, YouTube and videogames... you should strive to be better than i ever was :D & always remember that you've got people to support you all the way!!! ask for advice, opinions, & criticism. its how you grow as a writer, but there's no pressure on having to upscale your prose! after all, the most important thing to remember is that fanfiction is a hobby. you write because you like writing! you get better at it because you want to! you're never supposed to feel burn-out from writing bc its a hobby, you write for you entertainment, not just for that of others. its something i thing writers need to hear more often, especially before they get into writing.
the soldier comment made me laugh out loud because i'm in the trenches filtering out fics based on dates to get some new x-reader fics... i've read all the new ones that appealed to me the most...
you deserve all the love in world as well! take this heart
remember to take care of yourself, hydrate and stay well fed
hi! Love your writing so so much and was hoping you'd be willing to write one for Barricade or Prowl (or both)? sort of bad cop scenario where he has to interrogate the reader but they're not complying so he has to use a different method (frag them to submission) to get answers out of them hehe
omgomgomgomg this is so hot??? like AWOOOGA fuck the police taken a little to seriously.
scenario: a decepticon insurgent captured in an arms deal refuses to break, Barricade thinks of a more hands-on method
warnings: non-con. fingering, humiliation, voyeurism, abuse of power/authority, power dynamics, restraints, taunting, mild exhibitionism, Barricade is an asshole
note: pre-war. reader knows barricade already. there's more barricade than prowl... it was an accident i swear. reader is an arms smuggler.
"This isn't working out."
Prowl sighs, gritting his denta as he stands up, his servos clutching the table and Barricade, circling around you, can see just how badly Prowl wants to flip it. He can't blame Prowl... You were being stubborn, none of Prowl's bad cop routine gimmicks were working on you.
Barricade chuckles.
"The tables got nothing to do with their unwillingness to comply, Prowl." He purrs, leaning over your seated figure from behind. His red optics flickering. Barricade observes your tense frame, how you keep that poker face whenever Prowl asks you questions; his tone and EM field are intimidating but you don't budge, unfazed if anything. Prowl's bad cop act was always weak, he couldn't say it like he meant it and that's where Barricade comes in and the mech is determined to make you crack.
After all, the Senate's paying him extra if he manages to get sensitive information out of ya... Kroma already showed up with the advanced payment. He can't give up on you so easily. You're his new cash cow— You have to be some sort of real high ranking "revolutionary" or whatever those are called. Barricade could care less.
"Like I said, I didn't shoot the officer. Nor do I know where Megatron is hiding." You lean back into the chair, the stasis cuffs on your servos tying them together making it near impossible for you to move your servos. It's uncomfortable, Prowl can see it with the way you shift.
The fear of being interrogated by the Rodion Police is ever present in your optics. It's no surprise— They've had a bit of a... reputation until Officer Orion Pax came around Rodion, the Senior Officer made as many 'reforms' as he could but he has no authority to purge out the rotten eggs. But he was just about the best thing to have ever happened in the precinct.
"Liar." Prowl states, like it's a matter of fact. You can't hide the way your EM field fluctuates or the microexpressions on your faceplates from Prowl no matter how hard you try. His keen sensors can pick up on anything. But his insistence on the accusations only seems to strengthen your resolve.
"Again, I have no idea." Your optics peirce through Prowl's cold gaze, as if it’s a staring contest & you're winning. The policemech pinches the arch of his nasal ridge with an exasperated sigh. It's like he's talking to a tape recorder that repeats the same phrase over and over-
Until, a ping hits Prowl through his commlink. Alerting him that Roller & Pax needs him for planning out the next raid. He frowns, his optics looking at his 'partner' for a fraction of a second— Should he leave you here with Barricade? The mech is known to be... unsavoury with his methodologies. But he could have more success with you. Right now, they need the information on insurgent bases of operation for a sting operation. Its top priority.
"Barricade, I think it's time you take over. Roller needs me in the meeting room." Prowl says, taking his leave as he opens the door to the interrogation room. "And don't go too overboard." Prowl adds just before he leaves, standing by the door frame, icy blue optics gleaming as a warning towards the dirty cop who just huffs in response.
"Oh, don't worry about that, I'll handle 'em like they're glass." His voice drips in promise, going low as his optics flicker down to your seated figure. The sight gives Prowl a... bad feeling but, duty calls. He shuts the door behind him, leaving you with Barricade.
The cold air of the interrogation room feels more... suffocating now that it's just you and Barricade. You feel... even more uneasy knowing what kind of cop Barricade is. He's notorious— All 'allegations' and never proven, is what Barricade claims.
"Now..." Barricade walks from behind you to across the table, where Prowl was standing. His servos folded across his chassis as he peers down at you.
"You're going to have to confess, or you won't like where this will go." Barricade leans over to you, his voice low— There's a dangerous edge to it, one that makes your spark clutch onto itself. But you push through, maintaining your poker face act and you raise an optical ridge. He starts circling around you once more, like a predator to his prey.
"Listen, I didn't shoot the officer and I dunno where Megatro-" You're cut off by your grunts of surprise when Barricade slams you face first into the table, his servo moving quickly to pin your restrained servos over your helm as he uses his pede to kick away the chair you were sitting on. His frame is uncomfortably close to yours, leaning over your backstruts as he speaks directly into your audios.
"Let me make this very clear, criminal.” He mutters right into your audios, his tone aggression coating every word that leaves his vocalizer, his knee nudges your stabilizers apart. “I don't care about the rules. I'm not Prowl and I'm sure as hell not Pax so why don't you just be honest with me?" Your optics are blown wide when you feel his free servo slither down your aft to caress your modesty plating, a digit circling around it and as soon as your processor registers it, you start squirming. Your frame bucking up and down, trying to shake him off of you but you're no match for Barricade. He uses his full weight to keep your writhing frame trapped between him and the table.
"Tsk... You think you can escape from this?" He laughs, you can feel the amusement dripping in his tone and it makes your dermas twitch... Only if you had your servos online again and then you could knock a punch right into his-
"hAH!" A soft, surprised moan slips past you, his digits had dipped into the transformation seams by the edge of your modesty plating, heating up the metal as charge begins to slowly build, internal temperatures rising and Barricade snickers at that. He likes how you sound... But its not what he's here for.
"I'll be forced to use... harsher methods if you don't tell where Megatron is now." Barricade says sternly, his digits continue to warm up your modesty panels, the array beneath it starting to slowly come online. You bite back your noises, trying not to stammer when you speak. Your faceplates radiate heat off.
"I-I don't know! Alright! I'm not—" You whine feeling Barricade pinch a sensor by your inner thighs, the policemech is having the time of his life, his weight keeping you down and his intake right by your vocalizer.
"Mm.. Maybe you want me to get harsher, huh?" He chuckles at your persisting defiance, the unwillingness to leak any information. You bare your denta, the shame clouding your judgement as your optics focus on the surface of the cold metal table. Your rage shimmering and bubbling through; its very noticeable in your gaze.
"Go to-" Without warning, his servo coaxes open your array. The cold metal of his digits making contact with your damp mesh, tracing around the folds and it makes you panic even more. Your fans click on as you intensify your squirming beneath him, annoying Barricade even more. This is bad, just about the worst situation you could find yourself in. You're willing to make a dash for it out of the station if it means you'll leave with your pride intact. He scowls, his digits moving to pinch your anterior node, it makes your optics widen as a loud whine rips out of your vocalizer.
"Hey, keep it down... You don't want the whole station knowing that you've been a bad, bad bot." He taunts, his gruff voice right against your audials as his digits tease your valve, taking his sweet time as he separates your mesh folds, your slick glistening on his digits and you have to hold back an unholy whimper as the tips of his digits threaten to dip into your slit.
Barricade feels... powerful; knowing he's gotten you compromised like this. And the fact that your frame is rapidly heating up tells him all he wants to know, your needy valve starting to get all sloppy and wetting his probing digits. And seeing how his taunting his riling you up, it gets to him. He lazily kisses your audial fin because right now, without that suck up Prowl, you're his to get answers out of. Your vents pressed against the table sputter, unable to dispel heat from your frame effectively and leaving you to pant it out through your intake.
"Y-You are the most deplorable, disgusting-" The venom drips through your tone, your gaze as wrathful as ever when you attempt to turn your helm to catch a glimpse of the smug bastard behind you but right now, Barricade is in no mood for any back-talk. His digits move back to attacking your anterior node, leaving your plush valve empty. You can't bite back the whines in time and they all spill out for Barricade to hear.
"Heh, looks like someone enjoys being interrogated..." He coos out, taunting you once more. His servo keeps your restrained arms pinned above you giving your wrist-joints a light squeeze as his other servo continues relentlessly teasing you, your array completely online. He slaps your valve making your frame jolt up from the pain, but his weight keeps you down as a cry leaves your vocalizer. Barricade figures he should enjoy this to its fullest. A small grin on his face as his helm rests right by your audials. Your valve lips sting from the impact, his servos caresses over them in a deceptive gentleness.
“Now, I’m going to give you an offer.” Barricade hums, his voice low as he offers you a deal— One that could potentially give you some kind of reprieve from this situation. His digits circle around your wet valve, spreading leaking lubricants across your mesh lazily. His touch is… peculiar, there is the obvious cruelty of it all but then, right afterwards, he touches over your aching need like he’s your lover. But you know better, you a lot better. He’s trying to give you hope that he’s not going to be all cruel with you, make you think so only to rip it out of your servos at the last minute.
“You confess and I’ll prep you well to take officer’s spike, otherwise we’re doing it raw.” He says teasingly into your audios, but you can tell he’s being completely serious and you turn your helm to look at him, he’s seriously going to…? Your optics are all wide and he finds it cute, there’s a dangerous glimmer in his optics as they narrow onto your face. His warm, heated modesty panel pressed tightly against your aft. He’s gotten to feel how wet you are and now he wants more than just a bite.
“So, what’s it going to be, tough-” The door creaks open and Prowl enters the interrogation room with an exasperated sigh, shutting the door behind him as he walks in. The ‘meeting’ with Roller and Pax going as well as he thought it would.
“Don’t tell me you’ve beaten the–” Prowl almost fails to notice the two of you until his blue optics look down onto the table, making him freeze in his tracks as his supercomputer of a processor struggles to make sense of what’s going on here. Barricade looks… annoyed, gritting his denta. He just had to walk in when it was getting good! Meanwhile, your own shame just seemed to be getting worse knowing that now, there’s a witness to attest for your humiliation. Prowl on the other hand, has no idea what to say. He’s run millions of simulations in his helm about the possible scenarios that could entail if he left you alone with Barricade but this, this was not one of them. Prowl can tell from how your EM field is fluctuating so rapidly and how your frame is so heated, precipitate from your vents glistening on your and his so-called partner's frames. Prowl is no fool, he knows what’s going on here.
“You said it's my turn to try interrogating so I thought I’d try it my way.” Barricade huffs, breaking Prowl out of his momentary trance, the bot isn’t used to having his predictions being proven so… terribly wrong before. He clears his vocalizer, his blue optics narrowing at Barricade sharply, and Barricade can practically feel the disapproval emanating from Prowl’s frame. But it won’t stop him, Barricade’s servo by your array pinches your anterior node, wanting a reply to his previous offer.
“Please! This is no interrogation.” He says, his face scrunching up in disgust as he points out the blatantly obvious, you bite back a whimper as he presses on your node even harder. “This is a violation of every single code of conduct. This is no interrogation method! This is you being a filthy pervert–”
“I d-did it! I attacked Wheelarch! Okay? I-I shot him! He was about to shoot-” You feel Barricade’s digits bully their way into your valve, stretching the opening of your little slit, making you moan. Your face buried in the table, wanting to spare yourself from the gaze of the officer in front of you because right now, Prowl stares at you intensely with your confession at hand. You try your hardest to hold your moans back as his thick digits start spreading your valve open.
“See, Prowl? The Code of Conduct is just holding the law back. One count of assaulting an officer already confessed to.” Barricade says, the bot knows how Prowl is willing to… bend the rules. Not for his own selfish desires like Barricade does but purely because he believes in the ‘greater good’. Maybe, just maybe, he could perhaps… appeal to Prowl’s morally reprehensible side. You were the only lead they have right now. You’re valuable. Prowl almost fails to notice the two of you until his.
“This is a hardline Decepticon we’re dealing with! It's not possible to just expect ‘em to tell us the truth.” Barricade says as his gleaming red optics rake in your squirming frame, his digits going deeper. Two digits scissoring and stretching your valve open for his spike while his thumb rubs circles around your sensitive button right above your slit. Your optics going half lidded and dimming, the noises making Prowls on panel heat up.
Prowl weighs the options. This was wrong— There’s no argument about that. This was morally reprehensible in every level computable. However, you have important information they need. Information that could even save Cybertron from a terrorist organisation and save hundreds of lives. Prowl doesn’t need to think twice, he’ll turn a blind optic if it's for the greater good. But…
“Fine, we’ll do it your way.” Barricade has a triumphant smile plastered across his faceplates as you whimper beneath him, his digits having struck a node cluster on the sensitive lining of your valve.
“But,” Prowl adds on, making Barricade stop mid way, making you whine for more friction. It's so humiliating, how you’ve been reduced to a needy mess in an interrogation room with two officers present–- “I’m asking the questions and you’re not going to hurt them, understood?” Prowl says, making Barricade roll his optics and scowl. Where’s the fun without the pain? That’s half the fun gone! Barricade begrudgingly accepts with a huff and a nod, knowing that if he disagreed, Prowl wouldn’t hesitate to let good old Hero-Cop Orion know.
“Fine.” He grumbles, his digits resuming their actions, giving you some relief as a soft moan leaves your vocalizer. Barricade speeds up the pace, going a little quicker, making your squirm.
“Ask right ahead, Prowl.” Barricade taunts, taking note of how Prowl seems to be… turned on by the sight. Prowl takes a chair and sits across the two of you; your moans filling his helm and making his own internal temperatures rise- But he controls himself, taking deep vents as he focuses onto your frame.
“When we apprehended you at Roadstar 13th, behind the clinic, there was a stash of ammunition you were delivering. Who was it from and where were you taking it to?” Prowl asks, you click your glossa, raising your helm up to reply to Prowl.
“Y-you really think I’ll betray my comrades if you- HAH!” Barricades digits find another node cluster, a surprised moan cutting off your own words, dazed optics widening a bit. Your gaze fixated into Prowl’s optics, it… makes his spike twitch- But Prowl shakes his helm, trying to ignore the growing charge in his frame.
“Answer him, criminal.” Barricade huffs into your audios, once again trying to remind you who’s really in power. His digits go quicker and you wish that your servos were free— so you could at least grip onto the table or maybe even slap officer Barricade across his faceplates. A third digit worms its way into your slit, stretching calipers even wider and making your frame heat up all the more as Barricade ruthlessly attacks at your sweet spots, making your frame tremble as your capacitors fill up, close to tripping into an overload as he keeps at it, that painful knot in your tanks getting tighter by the second.
And stop so unceremoniously just when you felt yourself about to let go, a sharp whine leaving your vocalizer. Barricade laughs and Prowl… He honestly finds it obscene, heat rising to his faceplates but he can’t help but keep staring at the display before him. His spike hard behind his modesty panelling keeps watching intently, he can tell you were close to overloading hard around Barricade’s digits.
“He’ll give you an overload if you answer.” Prowl clears his vocalizer before speaking, your hazy optics focusing on him with desperation for relief etched across your features. You pants and whine beneath Barricade, his full weight keeping you trapped, your tight valve trapped around his three digits snugly and it makes the dirty cop wonder how good it’d feel around his spike instead. You’re driving him crazy.. And you, your pride thrown away long ago, seems to be enjoying this now. Bucking into Barricade’s servos in an attempt to fuck yourself around them but the bigger mech cackles, adding some more pressure to keep you trapped beneath him.
You really have no choice.
“...I-I got it from an anonymous contact, goes by the name Swindler. I p-picked up the package from H-Helex.” You pants out, Barricade’s digits thrusting into you at a painfully slow pace as you keep talking. Prowl looked pleased. Of course it was from Kaon. It explains how weary you were when they finally apprehended you in cuffs.
“Must’ve been a long journey.” Barricade mumbles out, his digits slowly picking up the pace after keeping you on edge. The squelching noise of your lubricants and charge filling the room once more, sharp moans and whines following as Barricade gets rougher. His thumb by your anterior node relentlessly teasing the swollen nub. Prowl watches, trying not to react so strongly but every noise is making his spike jump a little, pre-fluids probably staining the insides of his spike housing-
“You didn’t answer where you were taking it to.” Prowl frowns, his doorwings perking up a little, he’s very aroused despite his facade. Your torturous interrogation makes him more charged up than he wants to admit. He can see the desperation you harbor and it makes it all the more appealing. He can tell Barricade is so close to making you overload, you don’t want to ruin it once more!
“T-Tarn! I w-was taking it t-to Tarn!” You say loudly, sobbing as Barricade makes you overload. Your calipers keeping his digits in a deathgrip as your optics flicker brighter, foci rolling back as your transfluids sweep out of your plush, warm valve and coating Barricade’s digits, dripping down his servo onto the edge of the table and then onto the cold floor.
The two officers find themselves absolutely enticed— Barricade, who desperately wants to feel your valve overload around his spike the way you just let go around his digits and Prowl, who’s enamoured by your erotic noises and dazed lustful expressions. But they are far from being on the same page. You pant hard as you come down from your high, Barricade withdrawing his digits away and licking them clean.
“Mm. Tasty. Didn’t think you were shareware.” He mocks you as you try to gather yourself once again. Barricade wastes no time in sliding his panel open, his spike rubbing against your aft and sliding down between your transfluid soaked folds. You whine feeling its ridges, knowing exactly what he intends on doing. You thought that Prowl would at least tell him to stop but… you can see the need burning through those blue optics telling you otherwise. Barricade nudges your valve open, just the sensitive head of his spike shallowing rocking into your slit but never truly going any deeper.
“You were right, they’re certainly more cooperative like this.” Prowl states, leaning back into his chair and watching you keenly. His optics never once off your face as Barricade indulges himself.
“Mm. Yeah. I told ya. They’re just a filthy criminal, Prowl. They don’t have a pride.” He snickers, speaking right into your audios, crimson optics fixated on to the back of your helm as he nuzzles into you. Kissing the wires on your neck like a lover would while he pinches your anterior node, making you whine ever so needily.
“They just… need to be corrected sometimes, isn’t that right?” Barricade asks, his spike driving in a little deeper, stretching your valve wider, the ridges rubbing against the lining of your sensornet and making your moan. Your pride is now long gone, you just nod frantically and it… makes Prowl smile. His painfully pressurized spike begging to be let out but the officer finds himself oddly enjoying this challenge. But they had more pressing matters at hand.
“We’re getting sidetracked, Barricade. Let’s get on with the interrogation.”
This was going to be a long ‘interrogation’ and your benefactors may never take you back if they ever heard of this.
Thanks for posting and hope you have a good day/night.
You'll get through it because you're strong.
Bye.
thank u so much :,D it means a lot to me
i rlly needed to hear that! im planning on keeping my 9.7 CGPA consistently 9.7 cause ik it will tank down in the later sems... i dont play abt academics
Ya know I had a thought after reading the Transformers Animated Shockwave and secretary: After reading many of the fanfictions where the Decepticons win and what not, it would be rather pointless for Shockwave to hide his darling spike sleeve hidden from the rest of Cybertron. And much like those other fan fictions, the Decepticons have taken Autobots as their own personal pleasure bots, fragging them either in private or occasionally in public eye.
I’m envisioning Shockwave having his darling spike warmer just sat all snug and full on his lap while either in a meeting with other high ranking Decepticons, reading off reports of the Empire’s progress while his secretary has to stifle their pleas and whimpers in the presence of the others, especially Lord Megatron who totally is using Optimus for something similar
Honestly there are so many depriving ways such a world can go, Shockwave is such a domineering freak of nature
♤𐙚ּ ֶָ֢. ideas: tfa shockwave and his secretary (nsfw) 02
warnings: dub-con. shockwave is a freak. free use. toy usage. size-difference. dumbification. dark-fic. yandere. breeding. exhibitionism. body modifications. humiliation.
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hmm i don't rlly fw those typa fics but i see why ppl are into them.
He would be tempted to bring you to a meeting when he sees how they turn into full blown orgies but... Shockwave is possessive. A part of him doesn't want another mech to ever look at you the way he does. Your tight little valve is his and his alone to fill. He can't bare to bring you even if his panels are overheating at the sight of what unfolds! So he might instead, just keep you under the desk like he does at his workstation, your sloppy moans and whines at how he's got you sucking him off while he tries his hardest to not sputter and whine. You're needy and begging for his attention (just how he likes it) solely cause he's got a new toy torturing your array.
But I can't see Shockwave outright using you in a meeting like that. What I can see though, is him trying to fill his needy little secretary when the two of you are alone in his office, hoping no one comes in. And maybe, sometimes a few Cons might have the displeasure of walking into his workstation only to find their boss' spike bulging out of his Autobot's abdominal plating. And you're whimpering, whining, pleading for him to stop knowing there's an audience but your cries are so pathetic it just spurs Shockwave to fuck you even harder and give them on hell of a show as you're utterly humiliated, his praises being cooed out towards you. He lives for your humiliation.
Shockwave would keep you under his desk, your servos holding onto his heavy spike and sucking the tip, struggling to get most of it into your intake. The mech coos, encouraging you to take more and more, which you slowly do and his whole frame heats up because your practically worshipping his spike. Kissing it down its length, twirling your glossa over the small duct by the tip, suckling on the crown while your optics intensely look into his— Its drives him crazy. Especially when he overloads and it splatters across youe face and frame. But he has top preference for your valve, its his favorite part of your frame.
He's so desperate for you... He'll get install the best frame upgrades he can all so you can handle his spike better. So it means you're getting a little bigger but he doesn't mind it, he's still much bigger than you... Plus, the upgrades allow you to take all of his girthy spike as well as enough holding capacity to store all of his transfluids better. Its like he's modified your whole frame so that you can be his cute little fucktoy, the best parts of your frame he loves more accentuated.
He's very obsessive about you. Shockwave was never really 'lucky' with any of his fellow Decepticons. So the mech is all over you. You're his 'lover'. Shockwave loves dressing you up and then taking as many photos of you he can in suggestive poses so that he can keep them all in his memory banks. You're his poster bot. His 'dream' bot. He might even drape you in leather or ropes while completely exposed, array & spark open for him to see while he photographs and records. Other times, he'll ask you to touch yourself to the thought of him and he'd record it, watching keenly until his patience runs thin and he frags you hard in front of the camera.
His favourite thing to do is leave toys inside you so that when he gets home from his work at Cybertron (Decepticon) Intelligence, you'll be ready to take his spike. He also loves to ensure none of his transfluids leak out by plugging you up and forcing you to walk around so uncomfortably. The other Decepticons probably know why you look so heated and uncomfortable, they can see transfluid leaking out a little at the edges of your modesty panel. They'll mock you, or whistle at you. Sometimes, he will bring you to work though. Most days, he does. He'll have you close just to make sure you won't even dream of escaping. Shockwave doesn't want to risk losing you. He's very attached to you, his time on Cybertron had left him very... isolated.
By this point, I'm pretty sure he would've succeeded to break you mentally. You're all over him, throwing yourself at him and being the dumb little bot you are so that he can direct you into any position he wants you in. You're desperate for him and he loves how you worship his spike like its the only thing in the world you exist for. You're just his dumb little spike sleeve! You don't know any better, you exist to entice him. So you better act like it.
Shockwave isn't patient, spike-warming is hard for him! His spike is sensitive... He'll be the first to start moving. The fat tip of his spike penetrates through your tanks and it makes your optics roll back, your back struts against his desk as you helplessly moan. Shockwave's own vents sputtering... Dammit! He can't keep his servos off of you! He'll beg for your forgiveness while wrecking your valve, the full length of his spike snugly wrapped in your valve. That sexy bulge ever so prominent when he looks down at your smaller frame. Oh, it can make him go on forever... He'll empty his tanks into you and his workstation would reek of fhe transfluids dripping down the desk while your frame twitches beneath him, barely online.
You can see how obsessed he is, its in his red optic. It peers into your spark when you look into it. You're his. He'll do anything to keep it that way.
Its not outside of Shockwave's depravity to use aphrosodiacs on you. Keep you all needy for him. Make sure you're so torturously turned on that the lubricant drips down the edge of your modesty panels and you beg him to fill you once he gets back home. Maybe put a toy or two in there, tie you to his berth and then go to work... He wouldn't mind. He might do it as punishment so that you won't ever disobey your new Decepticon master, especially if you're caught touching yourself. But he's softer, you pout or cry or act like the dumb little doll he wants you to be then he'll immediately cave in for you.
Would he consider breeding you? Definitely. The idea makes his fans go turbo. While he wouldn't want to sire any sparklings, he would love the idea of breeding you. He would accidentally spark you up, I feel. With how often he finds his spike filling your tanks, it's inevitable. And it wouldn't be surprising if the two of you end up with a lot more than one. Carrying a Decepticon sparkling is probably tedious for your smaller frame though- But Shockwave probably enjoys watching the changes in your frame, knowing damn well he's the reason for it.
Also... Imagine Shockwave working with you on his lap, squirming as his one servo is busy playing with your valve and the other writing down reports for Megatron. You valve lips being stretched and scissored wide for his spike while you whine for more action as he hums in content, relishing every little noise. His digits circling your exterior node and you're begging him to just spike you down already. *mhmmhmhmhmmm*
At some point, he will make you his Conjux, binding the two of you together forever and he's successfully make sure that the only mech you can ever think of dear secretary, is him.
And once you two become Conjuxes, he's going to try even more things with you.
Like getting more spike mods for himself, trying out a knotted spike mod and he sees how your squirm and cry and whine when the base of his spike stretches your valve so obscenely. It has charge running through your array and might make you overload just once more around his knot. Your optics are dazed & clouded by lust... He loves it. Shockwave would appreciate knots a lot more cause all his transfluid is being stored into your holding tanks without spilling a drop. He can see the bulge by your abdomen and it gets him going every time, your optics bluescreened by then. Breeding you rough and proper is exhausting but its so worth it... He'll insert a plug just to make sure you stay all nice and full for him~♡ He'll nuzzle his helm into the protruding area, affectionately while you pant hard. His digits reverently circling your obscenely stretched valve, pressing onto the base of the plug, making you whine as he gives it a slow push, going a little deeper and your back arching from how overstimulated & sensitive you are. "...beautiful" He'll coo, "You're... haaah... m-made for me, aren't you? You love me, don't you?" He'll say as his free servo cups your face; your enthusiastic nods make his spark sing.
commenters gave me more ideas -> Shockwave would find a way to be able to breed you without sparking you up! Your frame being altered to meet that requirement. That way, he can watch how your frame changes whenever he breeds you without having to deal with you being swollen with his sparklings.
One thing that would really get him intrigued is how with each time he breeds you so rough and thorough, he notices how your frame starts making energon thinking you're expecting a sparkling— Energon pouches enlargening behind your chassis and it entices him— He'll want them bigger & bigger, until its not easy for you to tuck them behind your chassis and the weight makes your backstruts ache. Watching you struggle with it would make his spike instantly harden, espcially if they spilled out from your chassis on accident. Shockwave would seize the oppertunity to play with your pouches, slender digits attacking the little perky nozzles at the end of your pouches. It'd start with him asking if he could have a taste and you'd hesitantly agree... His helm in on your lap in his 'Long Arm' form and you freeze for a moment— But you quickly snap out of it and take off your chassis covering, exposing large round mounds for his view and making him groan. Shockwave would start off just sucking but soon, one of his servos move down to work up your warm modesty panel. He says he's trying to help you, but in all reality, he just wants to milk your pouches... In fact, it even motivated him to transform into Long Arm for once in a long time just so he could drink your sweet energon. You'll be whining and sniffling as 'Long Arm' eventually pins you down to the couch, keeps his spike as deep as possible inside your heat, his intake at one nozzle and a free servo toying, twist, pulling, pinching the other pouch until those sensitive little nozzles are sore. His spike twitches at every little whine & protest and you can feel it, your valve tightening in response. You have no idea what you do to him— His helm is between your pouches almost always, and his servo will slither down to cup your modesty plating.
You're his dumb little doll, sweet & submissive for him. You'll let your Decepticon master do anything, won't you? You're so far gone that you'll nod with a smile while he treats you like a spike sleeve. You're his good bot. And in this Decepticon world, he can flaunt you off. He can tell how jealous the others are that he's got such a handsome/pretty little Autobot wrapped around his digits and he loves knowing it.
In your opinion, who is the most traumatized character in Transformers?
OH... probably optimus? thats so hard to pick man, they are all traumatized... but i would have to go with oppy. he's been through so much, its unreal.
the weight of leadership, knowing that your choices/actions can lead to the death of your dearest friends. there's a lot of trauma that comes with leadership especially if you're as heroic as optimus.
megatron makes a note to never get attached and is borderline sociopathic. his soldiers are just assets to him in most continuities (hence why i loved WFC and their portrayal of megsy)
Hi, I'm slowly starting to get transformers so sorry if this doesn't make sense 😅. But do you think you could do headcanons on Prime papatron having a sparkling who's a lot like Cyn from murder drones?
In where she's extremely violent and sadistic, purely because she wants too (and is a bit insane). She's endlessly loyal to her father, but SUPER unserious. And likes hanging out with shockwave because she likes helping with his experiments.
[TFP] ☆ Megatron w/ his Sparkling similar to Cyn from Murder Drones
OUGHGHGHG MURDER DRONES! been a while since i've checked it out... i remember watching it when it first dropped on YT. man, need to rewatch cause i remember only bits and piece lol and uh this is kinda short
scenario: you're his little murder machine & he loves you all the much
warnings: mentions of violence, papatron parenting questionably.
more tfp papatron hcs here :3 (more wholesome ver.)
— He loves you, he really does. Megatron often wishes you weren't so... enthusiastic sometimes. You're a little hyperactive, especially when any chance at getting to hurt a bot is mentioned. He feels a little proud knowing you've probably gotten your sadism from him. And make no mistake, Megatron will never think of it as a 'flaw', no. To him, its an opportunity.
— Megatron probably lets you go after certain bots who he knows you can handle like you're his rabid attack dog. the warlord finds it oddly endearing when you return with a big smile on your face, and then he notices the mess you've made of yourself... Energon splattered everywhere and he sighs knowing he's going to struggling trying to convince you to clean up. Should've thought it through.
— But there are times when you two are at odds with each other. Megatron can tell that like picking fights a lot, and often times you try to bite off more than you can chew which... does worry him. Perhaps it your pride? He hasn't a clue but he has to stop you from engaging with his stern command not to. Which makes you pout and sit back down in the ship.
— One thing he does appreciate a lot is that you're very obedient even if you are very playful. In the end of the day, you'll listen to him and not do something utterly stupid when he warns you not to. Knowing that is a great comfort. You listen to him better than some of his soldiers do!
— You light up his life. You're one of the few bots who manages to make him smile. Whether its the drawings you make for him on your holopad or the way you ruthlessly prank Starscream. Your giggles make him feel like he's doing a wonderful job at being a parent which is something he honestly needs after a long day of having Autobots meddle in his plans.
— Megatron teaches you how to be... efficient. He doesn't want to put your violent tendencies to waste. You clearly have a talent and he will be there to help you hone it, kind of like a teacher. And you probably won't like it because he's a very serious teacher. You dread having to learn more fighting styles and battle techniques from your sire... You'll throw a fit about it but then Megatron gives you one, cold, hard glare and you'll immediately stand in line with a salute and everything. He's trying to 'discipline' you. There's probably a designated day where he commits entirely to just training you and there barely any Decepticon activity that day.
— He finds it cute how highly you think of him and his opinion on you. Constantly trying to impress him and he is, even if he isn't, he might try to pretend if he's in a good mood.
— You probably give him cuteness aggression. His servos are aggressively pulling your cheekplates when you smile sometimes and you need to break out of his grip to free yourself most of the time.
— Does Megatron find you unsettling? No! You're his precious, adorable little future warlord! But the Vehicons...? Oh, they are TERRIFIED. Poor bots try their hardest to not get in your bad side. Because even Megatron can be more rational than you!
— Megatron isn't surprised that you like being around Shockwave because Shockwave was the mech during the height of the war who looked after you when Megatron was out on the front lines. But sometimes, the warlord will have to drag you out of the scientists lab so that you don't bother him too much. He'll even scold you for disturbing Shockwave.
— On the contrary, Shockwave doesn't mind the company too much actually. He finds your enthusiasm to help him with his experiments, and your barrage of questions to be charming. Plus, explaining the experiment to you helps him keep track of his own knowledge because you do ask some interesting questions from angles he wouldn't have considered sometimes.
— But at first? The cyclops thought of you as nothing more than an added nuisance. Megatron does consider the prospect of you being more interested in science than learning combat but until you mention something about wanting to be a scientist, he's going to keep training you.
— Lets be for real, Megatron probably has the cringiest nicknames imaginable to call you by. "murder machine", "little warrior", "my stars", and last but not least, "mischievous little brat!". You have to try not to cringe at them and no matter how much you protest, Megatron will never drop the names. And he's a little bothered that you don't like them because he put some effort into making them!
— Megatron does wish you could take things a little more seriously when you start getting a little older... which leads to a few small disputes between you two where its him constantly telling you that you're taking things too lightly. "This is a war! Act like it!" There is a slight rift between you two on that front.
— Questionable dad but the shenanigans are totally worth it. He really does love you. And he's trying his hardest... in his own... Megatron-y way... he's very concerned about you. Very chaotic father-child duo. You're his itty bitty bitlet no matter the psychotic tendencies.
I AM SO SORRY IF I CHARACTER ASSASINATED CYN ITS BEEN FOREVER SINCE IVE WATCHED MURDER DRONES!!!
Honestly I couldn't keep this in the comments of the post of dad megatron. thinking about it I'm kind of curious how megatron would react to seeing his kid again If he had the kid while he was still in his crazy tyrant. And the kid managed to survive long enough to wear, he went from crazy tyrant to trying to make up for his sins. I fee like that would be an interesting scenario. Because vou have this traumatized iaded bot and there's no one to blame but himself. his ultimate sin, staring him down truly. I feel like the interaction could go like really horribly for the reunion. Especially if the kid became more self aware and realized what he made them. He could get either aviscerated by words or they try to fight him. If Rung isn't around things will, in my opinion in my mind. Would probably go horribly wrong very fast.
you guys just LOVE heartbreak... but so do i so lets get into it.
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it would be SPARK crushing. its the one sin he knows he can never make up for no matter how much he tries; just like you said in the comments, his 'ultimate sin' because he quite literally ruined your life.
this goes in two ways:
route A: you managed to unlearn what Megatron imposed onto you to try and be a better bot, you ran away from him somewhere during the war & was presumed dead. when you see him again on the Lost Light, Megatron's spark nearly drops into his tanks because he knows who you are the moment his optics caught you in his periphery. its very awkward, he can feel the resentment you hold toward him, and you never speak to him. he can't blame you either. all his efforts at trying to start conversations with you never work, you look uneasy and just pretend like you never heard him say anything and it kills a piece of his spark every single time. you want nothing to do with him, whether he's redeemed himself or not and you'll either give him the silent treatment or use your harsh words. he wants to make amends but he highly doubts that you'll ever let him.
route B: you stayed as a Decepticon to the end. and this is probably the most painful route. you tried so hard to be perfect, to be what he wanted you to be. endless vorns of effort you took into being his perfect little soldier, he moulded you for cruelty and its the only ting you've embraced with all your spark. so when he sees you again, he feels horrified at what he's created. you're the culmination of all his sins, personified. your ruthlessness, callousness, & calculated violence are all a product of his nurturing and he has to live with that. and he can see your anger, how the rage flashes in your optics when you found out that he defected. you think of it as him abandoning you, turning his back on you after everything you've done to be a good child. your rage is far from quiet. and Megatron is willing to face it, its the consequences of his actions. but he'll be damned before he leaves you in your lost & confused state, Megatron will try his hardest to convince you to come with him to the Lost Light, try to make you see the light as he did but you might be too far gone. it the least he can do after everything he's put you through. this is probably the scenario where it escalates into a full blown physical fight, probably ends as a tear fest if he does win cause your just crying your spark out in his servos.
route B; i can totally see them being something like Azula from ATLA. insanity and everything.
Rung would definitely be of help. but i don't think Megatron would ever bring up the touchy subject of his sparkling to Rung during one of their therapy sessions purely because its so painful for him to even think about. he's already drowning in guilt and the thought of what he did to you would flat out makes him regret every single life decision he's ever taken. even if Rung manages to dig it up and bring it to light, Megatron would hesitate and struggle to open up about it.
having Rung around would help tons. family counseling or something where Ultra Magnus manages to make you begrudgingly sit in the same room as Megatron, its so awkward and Megsy can see how you're just shuffling in your seat in discomfort. not keen on even being near your old sire. Rung is probably acting as a mediator and trying to stop any potential arguments from escalating into a fight. otherwise, it'll go unresolved until Megatron offlines because you're as stubborn as him sometimes.
yes, an armada fic from me. very rare. savour it. i do wanna write the decepticon version of the armada dating hcs but rn, i wanna focus an underrated megsy... kinda short btw!
scenario: he regrets giving you that minicon!
warning: threats, jealousy, possession. megatron is an asshole
note: reader thinks of their minicon not as a tool, chose the name 'twirl'
Megatron has... found himself yearning. Its unlike him, uncharacteristic to its far limits. Whenever he wants something, he swoops down to go take it for himself. He's never pretended otherwise. But... Of all things in the universe he seems to want, its your attention.
But you're busy giving it to that tiny little... thing. He doesn't get it! Megatron shouldn't feel jealous of something as lowly as a minicon!
Yet here he is, trying to ignore you dotting over your minicon as you sit on the floor in the moon base while he rests on his throne. His digit tapping as he drowns out the noises between you & your minicon, your giggling and the tiny bot's beeping are hushed, as if the two of you are sharing secrets. His frown deepens in his effort to remain ignoramus; you're treating it more like a pet than a tool! Cleaning it, making sure it isn't hurt, and even going as far as to give it matching paint jobs with you. It irks him beyond anything! His upper dermas twitch as he tries to keep himself in check.
Megatron has been tempted, many, many times, to just grab it away from you. Maybe squash it under his heels. Giving you that minicon has become another miscalculation on his part. He believed that if he'd been kind enough to finally gift you with your own minicon, you might find him more... approachable. That you'd be grateful and gravitate towards him, maybe try to talk to him more often.
You were grateful, he'd seen the twinkle in your optics when he declared that the newly captured minicon would be your own. Megatron had deemed you worthy enough, your efforts did play a major role in its capture too & you were the only one of his lackeys left to get your own minicon and so, Megatron felt generous. And seeing that look on your face initially had made him feel smug. Your endless words of gratitude only stroking his ego.
And then it started, his personal torture regiment. The one time he tries to do something good.
Because you, never having had your own minicon, had no idea how to handle or take care of one. You were trying your best; he'll give you that much but he watched as he you grew... attached. Even affectionate towards it. The soft pats you give it on the top of its little helm, the way you fret when it gets injured, the way you'd smile and laugh around it... It infuriates him! Its unacceptable— Your touch, affection and attention should be reserved for him! You'd seriously lower your standards to willingly give it to a minicon of all things!? Its preposterous!
"Maybe we should have some red painted on to you inst-" You say quietly to your minicon as you two continue conversing about some pointless topic when Megatron calls for you. Your helm snaps to Megatron's direction, your minicon following your lead as well, both of you sitting on the floor of the moon base.
"Get over here, now." He snarls as you pick up the pace, standing right next to his throne, your minicon following you and standing right behind you, hiding away from the tyrant behind your stabilizer.
"H-how may I be of service, my lord?" You ask sheepishly, your vocalizer slightly sputtering as you address him and it only serves to make his mood even worse. He wanted you to find him a little more approachable, yet here you are still so formal and scared. You're lucky he finds your fumbling charming... His blazing red optics flash down by your pedes for a second but its enough to intimidate the little minicon who clings onto your stabilizer and make a better effort at hiding itself. His optics dart back up into your face. He makes note of the matching paint jobs.
He wanted to yell, scream at you for being so stupidly soft. It was unbecoming of a Decepticon of your stature. But seeing you stand there next to him, all worried and tense just... It made him sigh. Megatron doesn't want to distance you away from him any further.
"I hope you know that we're capturing minicons to win the war, not to play dress up." He frowns as he looks at you. You smile sheepishly, looking ever so nervous.
"Ah, I just got a little bored so I thought I'd uh... entertain myself by painting Twirl." You say as you look down at the minicon, who looks up at you with blinking yellow optics. You flash a smile towards it before looking back at Megatron, who looks at you questioningly.
"Hmph. Very well. But do not indulge yourself in such trivial activities." Megatron supposes he should advise you, at least. His optics flash red as they peer into your own, a glint in them that worries you a little.
"A minicon is a tool, my dear. Not a pet for you to play around with. You're a capable warrior, one of the best if I had my say and that minicon can help you get stronger. You must use it accordingly." He says, his EM field domineering with an icy coldness that makes your spinal struts shudder a bit. A small pause follows as he shifts in his throne, his servo resting on the armrest now supporting his helm as he looks into your optics ever so intensely.
"Lest you wish for me to... confiscate your little friend." His optics flash down at the minicon with nothing but disdain, scaring the poor thing within an inch of its spark as your own frame stiffens a little. Oh, how he hates that little thing-
"No! That's... unnecessary." You reply quickly, almost a little too quickly. His gaze immediately move back up into your faceplating with a huff.
"I'll... I'll be more mindful about using my minicon, sir." You reply with a small bow. He can tell you're far from happy about the prospect of potentially losing your minicon but once again, your loyalty towards him shines through and it makes him smirk a bit.
"Good choice."
He chuckles, feeling your frame stiffen under his servo as he pats the top of your helm while you remain bowing. Megatron relaxes on his chair when he draws his servo off from you, feeling less agitated now that that's off his chassis. You stand up straight the moment his servo breaks contact.
"You have no idea how spoilt those little things can be when you pamper them too much." He huffs. And you want to say something back. Challenge him, he can see it. You want to protest. But you don't, he knows you never will. He'll have to teach you sometime that minicons are just tools, won't he? You've begun to see minicons as 'bots' instead of 'tools', its a slow transition. Your behaviour signals the alarms in Megatron's helm that you may be falling victim to that dangerous line of thinking.
"I'll bare that in mind, sir." You reply quietly.
Megatron hums. You look good when you bow for him, he thinks.
"You're dismissed. Run along." He waves you off and you're quick to leave, he can see the tension dissipate from your frame the moment you're out of his orbit, the little sigh that leaves you, relieved that you're not in his terrifying presence anymore. It amuses him, making him smile.
Oh, how he loves the power he holds over you. Your jittering has thankfully improved his mood, a smile now rests on his face as you walk away feeling as uncomfortable as ever.
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im a little burnt out after my second mid sem exam and finals are coming up... its so exhausting.. the internal examinations went on last week and they lwk had me waking up at 4:30 AM. BUT ITS FINALLY DONE!!! just my end sems and then im done with this shitty semester man, worst semester so far and i've only been in college for two sems.
i'll be getting fics out more often during my vacation.
i've been having a miserable week. like abysmal. i have like 6 practicals throughout this week and shitty assignments + notes to submit, i feel like i will loose my mind.
second sem is killing me. ever since i got sick, my academics have been lagging like crazy cause i missed a bunch of classes and i NEED to catch up. i dont think i'm gonna maintain my 9.5 CGPA this sem 💔🥀
they have so many fuckass practical subjects with so many shitty records
Love, dadatron, my man would try, but Lord would he be a shit father at certain points of time. Now... might I ask for idw/mtmte dadatron? Maybe when he comes back in issue 25 of Lost Light, he not only has a fleet, but he also has a small little bit with him... was tempted to make him suffer, but he be a semi good dad during/post LL/mtmte (not before... feel it would be similar to tfp Megatron if he was a father before mtmte)
EXACTLYYY he's not a very good dad... he's the best dad around (to you in your optics) when you're too young to really understand the world but when you get a little older, you see through the MASSIVE cracks.
now idw papatron... thats a bit more complicated
i'll be so fr with you, phase one idw megs is a tough parent. very no-nonsense. like tfp lets you goof off every now and then but this guy? he expects proper discipline and will scold you severely if you're not meeting his expectations. you're more than his sparkling, you're his heir. he expects more from you than tfp ever would. you'd try so hard to impress him, putting yourself in dangerous situations and i wouldn't be surprised if you died either. people tend to forget how emotionally detached from everything phase one idw megs really is. that mf turned bots into living landmines for shits and giggles while quite literally running the cybertronian equivalent of concentration camps. he was BRUTAL. also a lot more emotionally unavailable? he's so busy with the war that he barely has time for you- top 1 worst megadads ever.
but if we're talking about him having a bitlet in the functionist universe, ohhhh its so emotional for him. like he's hesitating but with all the chaos going on, he can't just leave you out there either! he's reluctant, but i think a few of the other bots from the functionist universe might encourage him but terminus kinda disapproves cause they're in the middle of a conflict and megatron can't just go about raising kids now when he's their only commander!
for him, it'll be the first time he's going to have to learn to be gentle. most of the time, even aboard the Lost Light, he's a stern and brooding old mech. he can't exactly keep that up if he's going to raise a healthy little sparkling. he hesitates to as advice at first but soon learns how to hold you gently, he's never held anything as gently until you came into the picture. your giggles and babbles makes something in his spark positively melt. and for once, he's smiling. he enjoys this feeling a lot more than he thought he would.
is he perfect? no, not really. miles better than his counterparts though. when doing something mischievous, he doesn't just scold you. he tells you why you're not supposed to do that and the consequences of your actions. megatron doesn't want you to turn out like him.
he would want you to be better than he ever was. he wants you to be kind, empathetic, and understanding. things that he still struggles trying to grasp.
this might culminate into overprotective behaviour. he wants you away from all bad influences. which is why when he's back on the Lost Light, he hesitates to let half of them carry you around even though they're all so eager. it took him weeks to allow Rodimus, who wouldn't stop begging, to let him babysit you.
Rodimus proceeded to take you in his alt mode and zoom in the hallways of the ship, making you squeal and laugh at some instances when he almost ran over bots. nevertheless, he's your self-proclaimed 'fun' uncle. Megatron thinks hes a terrible influence, the moment you start doing finger-guns at Megatron, he already regrets allowing Rodimus to take care of you.
as captain of the Lost Light, he's a busy mech (just like in the functionist universe). so it means that you're usually looked after by someone else and it ends up with you being the ray of sunshine aboard the ship.
sometime its Ultra Magnus, who lectures you on keeping clean. also you screamed out in terror first time you saw him as Minimus Ambus. you thought he was an imposter. its like those videos where kids see their dads without their beards for the first time.
Rewind and Chromedome often gets chances to take care of you, and despite your mischief, it kinda makes them want one of their own. they know how to calm you down so you're quick to recharge and Rewind has a huge collection of animated features for you to watch!
Drift and Rodimus gets cuteness aggression around you. until you bit Rodimus' digits when he was pulling too hard on your faceplates. Drifts still thinks you're adorable and Rodimus doesn't want to give up his only chance at annoying the scrap out of Megatron by being your fun uncle.
Ratchet is mostly neutral about you and is the one Megatron trusts the most with. he's quick to discipline you. Megatron kinda struggles getting the balance of gentle and stern right so sometimes, its up to Ratchet to give you a spark-piercing glare. you prefer going to Velocity when you're hurt because of it, she's so much more gentle with you.
Tailgate loves playing with you. He's too old for it but he likes keeping you company by indulging in your little games. He'll drag Cyclonus into it too who's just sitting there extremely displeased.
Skids would have been fun uncle Rodimus thinks he is. he would've probably shown you around the bar (Megatron has forbidden any of them from taking you there but Skids prolly dgaf). he would've given you a tour of the vents. his adventurous spirit would've rubbed off on you.
but one day, Nautica probably would take you into Swerve's and she'd teach you to dance in there, holding your smaller servos in hers as she leans down to make it easier for you, the two of you moving to the rhythm of the bar's radio.
when you do show up to the bar, Swerve makes sure to give you the least intoxicating, kiddie energon he can find. he will sometimes give you sweets for free when you show up. he likes you. at least until you give him the petname 'energon mech'. but you're just a kid! so he's inclined to forgive you... even if the nickname sticks.
if he had been alive, whenever you have something that Megatron isn't sure how to deal with, he would've consulted Rung because Rung is the one who checks up on you. you would've been kind enough to not forget his name and probably his favourite patient. would've 100% gifted you a model spaceship or given some treats like Swerve would.
you're not allowed ten feet around Whirl for obvious reasons but Tailgate tries to convince Megatron that it wouldn't be "that bad". you... you test Whirl's patience. he is not fond of sparklings, you repel him away every time you go close to him. he gets this weird feeling of endearment when you chew on his claws though.
you're not just being raised by Megatron here, you're being raised by a whole SHIP. it gives him hope because he knows you'll turn out alright... you have the support net he lacked when he spiralled, you've got people looking after you and Megatron is glad he was able to give you that. he thinks of it as the best possible gift he could ever give you because it was the one thing he lacked the most.
you're the most protected sparkling in the history of sparklings cause you've got like nearly 10 uncles, 2 aunts and an ex-warlord father ready to jump anyone who'd hurt you.
he's the happiest when you've got something to smile about
at least, until when his sentence finally arrives. you've given him the best moments of his old age.
