I am a HUGE Transformers nerd. I love nearly every continuity there is, but on here I am going to stick to MTMTE/LL, TFP, and TFA. I will rp and write just about anything. I do make art, but I am currently not open to requests for it. I am open to both sfw and nsfw. If you have a request feel free to let me know. I am open to critisism but not hate. Keep things friendly guys. This is a judgment free zone. If you see something you don't like, then leave.
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Transformers has a lot of quotable lines, especially from the animated movie, but “I’ve heard it said that we only gain wisdom through suffering, and tonight I intend to make you very wise” is so fucking raw and needs more appreciation
And I come bearing great news! I finally have a job and a place to live, so I'm bACK, BABY!!!
Now, I'd just like to take a moment to say thank you to all of the followers that stayed with me this entire time and to the newbies that decided to follow me even though I was basically MIA.
I plan to have the request up sometime within the next week, but I will be starting my seven day training on Monday, so if I can't that's why. However, know that I will do my absolute best to do post as much as I can.
Hey, guys. Sorry I haven't really posted anything for a few days. Prom is today so I've been constantly going from one thing to the next and I'm working on moving and getting a job. I've been booked irl to say the least. I hope you guys understand and I'll get back online as soon as I can.
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Okay, soooo~ I know I gave an update yesterday, but as it turns out I left one out plus I got another. Sorry about that. So this will be the new order of requests:
I’m like 69% sure that I’ve said each of these in response to my girlfriend at least once and the first two are usually followed by The Look and silence for the next 30 minutes.
I JUST hit 42 followers. Like... I legit did NOT think that anyone would even care about this blog. Like I started out as someone who knew no one on this platform less than two months ago and now I have 42 people that have taken the time at one point or another to follow me and many of you are actively looking at the things I post. Even if they’re small little insignificant things. And want to shout out to my first followers for staying with me the whole time and for putting up with my bullshit. Thank you. Everyone. I truly appreciate each and every one of you.
Some of you may remember a while back that I went from just MTMTE/LL to MTMTE/LL and TFP. Weeeeell... Guess who got back into Transformers Animated! That’s riiiight~. I did. I think we all know where this is going. Yeah, I’m adding TFA to my list of blog subjects. Now you can suffer through that too.
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First things first: Hello! Second: May I say your recent work on a request tugged my heartstrings so much that it inspired me to think of my own request of where the Lost Light's female human (giant sized thanks to Brainstorm's idea of sizing them up), Rung, Whirl are dealing with the Fort Max hostage situation, though this time the human is trying to calm Max down, but of course Whirl is trying to make sure Max doesn’t hurt Rung or her by making jabs at him so he could hurt him instead. (1/2)
A Hostage Situation:
“Wow! This is amazing, Brainstorm!” You examined yourself in the mirror with the teal and white scientist standing next to you. You were now able to stand up to his elbow joints and looked down at the device responsible for your new found size attached to your wrist. I reminded you of a digital watch except the time was replaced with height measurements and the side rim was a dial you could turn to adjust said measurements. However, it seemed like the current setting was the tallest.
“I really have outdone myself this time, haven’t I,” he stated smugly. “It was a bit difficult to figure out to expand your body since its made of flesh and not metal. Nothing I couldn’t handle though!”
“Well, thanks. I mean it. This will make living here with you guys a lot easier.” You then began to look over the bodysuit that Brainstorm had also made. It was able to change sizes with you. It was even in your three favorite colors! But the weapon specialist did say it could turn nearly invisible so you could wear other clothes over it.
“I have to go show everyone!” You then ran out of the lab to do just that. The entire crew was completely shocked since you had managed to keep this little project a secret. What could you, you wanted it to be a surprise. In total, it took about a few hours to find everyone. Well, almost everyone. You had yet to find Rung, Whirl, and, hell, even Fortress Maximus had managed to elude you. And he wasn’t exactly what you would call subtle.
You decided that you’d start with Rung, and made your way to the most obvious option. His office.
The walk was filled with the occasional exchange of pleasantries among those you passed, but mostly silence. You finally made it. His office was located near the end of the ship to it took a while.
You had just knocked on the door when a deep voice startled you.
“Y/n!? Is that you?” You whipped around to find one of the bots you were looking for, Fortress Maximus. You immediately placed your hand over your rapidly beating heart to calm it.
“Max! Oh, you scared me.” You gave a nervous grin as you looked up to meet his optics. But something was… off. He seemed nervous and kept glancing around as if someone was going to attack him. “Is everything all right, Max? You seem-”
“What are you doing here?” He said cutting you off, but you didn’t take it personally since he looked so shaken up.
“I came to see if Rung was here. I’ve been looking for him. You too, actually.”
“Listen, you need to leave now!” Fort Max bent down and whisper-yelled at you.
“What? Why?”
But the door behind you opened before Fort Max had the chance to respond, and you turned around the face whoever opened it. It was Rung. He looked at you and was utterly shocked that he could look straight ahead and lock gazes with you.
“Brainstorm,” you said absentmindedly.
“Oh, I see. That’s very extraordinary, but I’m actually in the middle of a session right now.” Rung said gesturing to the last bot you were looking for.
The helicopter gave a little wave with his claws. “Yo. Nice upgrade, Y/n. Now I don’t have to worry about stepping on you.”
You were about to laugh when Fort Max snarled in frustration behind you. Before you could turn around to see what was wrong the barrel of a very large gun was suddenly next to your head and pointing at Rung’s terrified face.
“M-Max! What are yo-” you tried to question, but he cut you off again. This time with a real yell.
“IN! NOW!” He shoved the barrel into Rung’s cheek to emphasize that he meant business.
Both you and Rung began to slowly back into the room and you heard Fort Max close the door behind him. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Whirl was crouched down and quietly making his way closer. And it seemed you weren’t the only one who noticed.
Fort Max jerked his gun to point it at the former Wrecker, who immediately threw stealth to the wind and charged at the armed bot with a battle cry. Fort Max fired a few shots at Whirl fully intent on blowing him away, but the blue chopper was nibble and dodged. “BRING IT, GLITCH!”
Whirl jumped over both you and Rung and tackled Fort Max into the door he had just closed. You two made a break for it to the furthest part of the room by the window. You wanted to help but knew you couldn’t.
You watched in horror as your two friends battled it out, and once Fort Max snapped out of his daze it was almost immediately over. What started as a fight turned into a beating for the smaller of the two, but he refused to fall even after his frame was wrecked to hell. Whirl was still struggling when the red-eyed Autobot ripped off his guns and wrapped his entire servo around his helm but went limp when the larger smashed the side of his helm into the wall.
“Whirl!” You cupped your mouth as you feared the worst. You were only slightly relieved when the ex-Wrecker groaned in pain, but Fort Max crushed that relief when he threw him to the middle of the room, beaten and broken and leaking energon. You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. You knew Cybertronians could survive a lot more than a human, but you didn’t know how much.
The huge grounder then stomped his way over to the two of you and you began to shiver in fear. You slammed your eyes shut when he started reaching out but instantly reopened them when you heard Rung cry out. He had him by the neck as the therapist tried to get away from his assailant.
“No!” You quickly grabbed the large black digits around Rung’s neck and tried to pry them off, but it didn’t deter him in the slightest. Fort Max pulled Rung closer and used his other hand to push you off. You could tell he didn’t put any real force behind his push but it was still able to knock you to the ground as he turned away.
“Max please!”
“Quiet, Y/n.” Max walked past Whirl and sat Rung down on the lounging chair. He then pulled a long reinforced cable from the subspace in his shoulder and began to tie down Rung.
“You don’t need to do this!”
“Yes. I do.”
“Why!?”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Then help me understand!… Please.” You made your way to Whirl to check on him. “Why are you doing this?”
“I said. Be. Quiet!” Fort Max then ripped a piece of pipe from the ceiling and speared it through Whirl’s abdomen as he attempted to get up. You couldn’t stop the shriek of terror as energon spattered across your face and body.
Whirl cried out in agony as Fort Max twisted the jagged metal through his delicate circuitry. You pounded your fists against the kibble around his shin while you pleaded and begged for him to quit harming the blue chopper.
Whirl groaned before he rebooted his vox, “Listen, Max. In the hope that this can still have a happy ending- and speaking as someone who appreciates the challenges of adjusting to postwar life- I just wanna say that there’s still time to do the decent thing and kill yourself.”
“W-Whirl, please stop. Don’t push him to hurt you mo-” You whispered to the injured Cybertronian, who only cut you off in return.
“Come on! Blow yourself away! Let’s see a spark-spasm up close!”
“Max! Please don’t listen to him! You can still fix thi-” Whirl interrupted you again.
“Fix this!? Don’t make me laugh! Unless he’s got some kind of time machine hidden under all that armor, I think the frag not! He can’t even fix himself, let alone this mess!” Whirl’s outburst made a growl escape Fort Max’s derma and he looked as though he were about to strike him before a look of realization spread across his faceplates.
“Clever. Trying to get me to lose my cool so you can get the chance to overpower me.”
Rung finally decided to speak up, “Actually, I think you might be crediting him with too much-”
“Seriously, all of this is a bit pathetic, isn’t it? Even for an epic, epic failure like you. I mean not only did you practically beg the Decepticons to take G9 off your hands, but you curled up into a ball the moment Overlor-” KUNCH
Fort Max smashed the barrel of his gun against Whirl’s face denting and crushing the metal around his optic.
“STOP!” You yelled, catching the grounder’s attention. However, it seemed that Fort Max shifting his attention away from Whirl only caused to the ex-Wrecker to vex his assailant more.
“Wow. If I’d known that was the best you’ve got, I would have said something genuinely offensive.” KUNCH “Ugh!”
“PLEASE, STOP IT!!!” You threw yourself at Fort Max’s stabilizer again and slammed your fists weakly against him while tears streamed down your face.
“Anything else?”
You thanked whatever self-preservation instincts Whirl had when he didn’t reply. You then glanced over to Rung to see him looking up. You followed his field of vision to see a small camera blinking in the corner. You slowly got up and stepped closer to Fort Max.
“Max. Please just listen to me. Whatever you’re doing this for, I’m sure there’s another way. You can stop this now and explain yourself and I’m sure everything will be okay.” You tried to sooth the metal giant by gently placing your hand over the servo that wasn’t holding a cannon at Whirl.
“You wanna know why I’m doing this, Y/n? YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY!?” You flinched away when he leaned down to shout in your face, which seemed to make him calm down enough to lower his voice. “Fine… I’ll tell you why…”
Fortress Maximus then proceeded to tell all of you about Garrus 9, about Overlord, and about what he and his crew went through. All the torture and death. You finally understood.
“Oh, Max. You said you didn’t remember. Why didn’t you tell anyone the truth?” You stroked his servo while you looked up at him.
“Because, Y/n, I’m Fortress Maximus. I couldn’t just-”
“No one, and I mean no one, would have held it against you. What you went through wasn’t your fault and would affect even the strongest of bots. It’s okay to be mad. It’s okay to be scared. You have a right to be. And you have a right to want answers. But not like this.” You gestured to the other two bots in the room. “Not by hurting others.” You put your hand on top of the cannon and Max allowed you to slowly push it to point at the ground and away from Whirl, while his guilty optics stared into your gentle eyes. “Like how you were.”
Just as Fort Max’s grip was loosening to drop the weapon he snapped out of his trance. “No. It’s too late to go back now.”
Both you and Rung saw the darkness that took over his optics. “No, dON’T!” Rung tried to reason with him, but he ignored his therapist and grabbed you by the arm and flung you across the room.
Your scream was cut off when your spine collided with the wall next to Rung, who screamed your name. Your ears were ringing, so you felt more than heard the pounding of pede steps getting closer to you. You did, however, manage to make out the sound of Whirl yelling curses at the Autobot who threw you.
“YOU FRAGGER!!! YOU KNOW WHAT!?! SHE’S SO WRONG!!! ANYONE that could be beaten into submission by OVERLORD is nothing but a WEAK, SAD EXCUSE FOR A PATHETIC WASTE OF SPACE!!!”
By Primus, if Fort Max wasn’t pissed off already he sure was now. Your vision came back just in time to see the enraged look on Fort Max’s faceplates and you knew that was the last straw. Max whipped around and stomped back up to Whirl. He pointed the cannon directly at Whirl’s face and the barrel began to light up as it prepared to be fired.
“That’s ENOUGH out of you!” Fort Max moved his digit over the trigger, and in a burst of adrenaline, you lept to your feet and tackled the gun.
When Fort Max saw you, his optics widened in horror and he tried to let go of the weapon, but when you pulled it down with you his digit caught the trigger.
And the gun fired.
Your grip immediately fell from the smoking cannon and you stumbled back a few steps. Every bot in the room stared at you with wide optics. They could only watch in horrible awe as you looked down to see a large hole through your shoulder that was bleeding profusely.
With all the adrenaline pumping through your veins you could barely register the pain you were in. You slowly glance over at Whirl and Rung and gave a weary smile as they trembled in shock and horror.
“It’s going to be okay.” You mouthed silently at the two before return your attention to Fort Max. He trembled as he gaped at your bleeding shoulder and he dropped his gun and fell to his knees.
“What have I done?” Max clutched at his head as he began degrading himself.
“It’s okay, Max.” You started taking shaky steps as you kept the best smile you possibly could.
“No, stop. Don’t come any closer, Y/n.” He shook his head as he tried to shy away from you.
“I won’t leave you, Max. I’ll never leave you to deal with your demon alone ever again.” When you finally got close enough you fell forward and wrapped your arms around his neck as best as you could.
“Please… I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” Fort Max kept his servos hovering around you as his plating rattled.
“I’m here for you. And I care for you too much to turn away from you. I love you, Max. We all do. We’re here for you. In our own ways.”
Once your slurred words sunk in, Fortress Maximus finally broke down and wrapped his servos around you as he began to sob.
You smiled gently while rubbing the back of his helm. Your mind and your body were quickly becoming more fatigued and your inner temperature was dropping from blood loss and you could feel yourself begin to lose consciousness. Using the last of your energy, you looked up at the camera, and even though you had no idea that Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, Drift, and the entire crew were watching, you whispered, “I love you guys.”
And then you drifted into a cold, dark, dreamless void.
Request: You're an absolute sweetheart you deserve all the love. If it's not a hella hassle would you do yandere Kaon x Reader (cybertronian or human whichever) NSFW maybe? If you can't it's totally fine if not, I am in your wonderfully artistic hands and on board for anything you make
I've decided that since this is the DJD we're talking about, Tarn wouldn't allow Kaon to keep an Autobot or an organic, and especially not a rogue Decepticon, so the reader will be a Decepticon that Kaon saw and had to have.
Enjoy~
My Pet:
Being a Decepticon has been a lot harder ever since the war ended. The war had been the only way many Decepticons stayed alive. Everything was paid for and fuel was always available. However, all of that was gone now and many Decepticons were left with nothing. You just happened to be one of those unlucky souls.
At first, things weren't so bad. You still had your unit. Your friends. But then a squad of Autobots found your scout while he was looking for spare parts. They had followed him back and attacked. You guys hadn't been able to find a sufficient supply of energon, so it was basically like fighting with one arm and leg tied behind your back. None of you had seen it coming. It was over almost as fast as it had started.
You only managed to survive because you had been careful about saving your shares of fuel and your seeker frame didn't need much. When the Autobots first began their massacre you wanted to stand, fight, and die with your team, but you were the youngest and smallest of the group, so your leader ordered you to fly away.
It ripped your spark into pieces and you regretted it every second you were without them. You had been born into war and were immediately stationed with your unit, so they were the only thing you've ever known. However, no matter how depressed you got or how painful it felt, you refused to end your life. You were all that was left of them. To kill yourself would be the equivalent of killing the last pieces of them. But that didn't stop it from hurting.
You were currently curled up in an old abandoned Decepticon war cruiser that you had found on a lifeless planet. You had tried to fix the damn thing, but it was practically falling apart. When you finally gave up you couldn't help the thought that your mechanic could have got this rig working, and it sent you into another round of sobbing and cursing.
You didn't have enough energon to make it to another planet and there was no way you'd be able to get this thing working again. And you were alone. And now you're crying even more. 'Why!? Why did the fucking Autobots have to find u-!' Clank.
You immediate went silent and darted your head around the room. 'What was that?' The small voice that likes to make your anxiety skyrocket spoke up from the corner of your mind. 'What if it's another Autobot? Or worse. What if the Autobots that killed everyone managed to track you down?'
'No! Anything but that!' You got to your hands and knees and quickly crawled to a small hole in the wall, which was kind of difficult considering your wings were down facing, but you made it work. You burrowed back as far as you could and turned to sit with your knees pulled up to your chest. You pulled your gun out of its holster and pointed it at the entrance to the hole. You were out of ammo, but whoever was here didn't know that. You prayed to Primus that they wouldn't find you. You knew the hole was deep enough to completely hide you, but the little voice wouldn't shut up.
Suddenly the door burst off the door frame and to the other side of the room. You let out a startled squeak and immediately covered your intake with the servo that wasn't holding your gun up.
"Easy, Helex. We don't the whole damn ship to crumble around us." A deep voice as you saw large violet legs walk into the room.
"I swear I barely touched it." The one that must be Helex tried to defend himself.
"I don't care. Now, search the room. The scanner says the Decepticon life signal is close by." Four more pairs of legs, all ranging in size and color, and even a set of four filed into the husk of an engine room.
Things began to get tossed and knocked down all over the room. You had to clench harder at your derma to stop any sounds from escaping them, but you couldn't stop your wings from shaking or the tears that flowed down your faceplates. You hoped that all the noise they were making masked your shivering armor.
They searched the room for about fifteen minutes and you didn't relax or lower your gun for even a nanosecond. It went quiet for a little while and you couldn't tell what they were doing other than the subtle sounds of shifting every so often. "Enough! There are other rooms nearby. We'll look in there." The same deep voice from earlier broke the silence.
One by one they all left the room until all four of them and the four-legger left. You finally let the tension leave your frame and lowered your gun. 'Wait. Four? I could have sworn there were fi-' An orange arm shot into the hole and grabbed your leg and began yanking you out.
"AH!" You shrieked in terror and started squeezing the trigger over and over again, but no matter how hard you tried nothing fired from your gun. The orange and white figure forced your entire frame out of the safety of the hole and pinned your servos above your head making the gun skid across the floor.
You were finally able to get a good look at your assailant's grinning face and he- HE HAD NO OPTICS! You let out another scream and continued struggling with a new found strength.
"Aren't you just an adorable little thing." The seemingly blind bot chuckled at your attempts to get away from him. The rods on his back light up with electricity that flowed down his arms and into your wrist making you yelp; it was only a slight jolt but you got the message and stopped fighting him. At some point during the struggle, the others had reentered the room and now surrounded you.
You looked at them with tear-filled optics and each one you looked at was scarier than the last. The four-legger, that you now recognized as a rabid turbofox, growled and snapped at your face from its spot next to the purple and black bot standing over your head.
"Easy, Pet." The opticless bot pinning you down called to the beast, making it back up a little. Now that you weren't distracted by fangs in your faceplates, you could properly take in the giant standing above your helm. Your optics went wide with utter spark piercing fear. You recognized him. How could you not? Every Decepticon knows who Tarn is. The leader of the DJD. 'I'm going to die! And horribly if the stories are even remotely true!'
"What have we here? We follow a stray life signal and find a rogue seeker. Interesting. If I recall correctly, and I always do, your name is Y/n. Isn't it?" Tarn leaned down with his servos on his hips and tilted his helm at you.
"Y-Yes. Yes, s-sir!" You quickly corrected yourself and focused all your attention to the figure looming over you despite the bot shifting between your thighs and occasionally against your pelvic plating.
"You're registered under a squad of eight, Y/n. Where are they?" Tarn asked staring directly into your optics with his burning crimson ones.
"I-I.." You took a second to collect yourself and push down any thoughts of crying again. "I a-am the last, sir. M-My team and I w-were ambushed b-by Autobots. Th-They are all... dead."
"Then how is it you're still alive? I sure hope you didn't abandon them." Tarn accused darkly in a voice that promised many horrible things.
"NEVER! I-I mean I would never, sir. They were everything to me. H-However, I'm an MTO soldier and I was programmed to follow the orders of my squad leader, and he... he ordered me to fly away." You answered and broke eye contact with Tarn for the first time when you felt the creepy one on top of you move again.
He seemed to be gazing directly into your optics as he shifted you around so that he was sitting up on his legs and between your own that were draped over his and bracketing his hips. He also pulled your bound hands down so they were next to your shoulders. He did all this while managing to maintain that sick smirk of his.
"I see," Tarn spoke up and snapped you out of the little sparing contest you were having with Opticless. "So you were just following orders..."
Tarn paused as if he was thinking deeply about whether what you were saying was true. You were so scared of what he would decide that you didn't realize you started shaking again.
The orange bot suddenly leaned down so that his dermas were uncomfortably brushing your audial and whispered into it. "Calm down, lovely. If what you're saying is true, then you have nothing to fear. However, if it isn't..." He sat back up and his grin became impossibly wider.
'He's insane!' You turned your assaulted audial away from the deranged creep with a grimace.
"Alright! I believe you." Tarn stood up with his hands still on his hips and turned around to walk out of the room. "Let's go. We've got names to cross off The List. Bring him with us."
The ones surrounding you groaned in disappointment and the one on top of you shot to his pedes and pulled you with him. He gripped your forearm and pulled you out of the room.
You didn't fight him since you had no other options for survival and waited until you caught up with Tarn to call out to him. "Um. Tarn, sir?" Those three words had come out a lot more skittish than intended, but at least you didn't stutter again.
"Yes, my dear, what is it?" Tarn turned his helm to look at you while you walked.
"I don't mean to be rude or anything like that, but I just thought I'd let you know that I identify as female, so it's 'her' not 'him'. Sir." You still kept optic contact with the giant of a mech, but shrunk down and turned your helm away a little. It was a little hard not to. You only managed to stand up to his hips and you were about three times smaller width wise.
"Female?" Tarn raised an optic ridge.
"Yes, sir. Is that... a problem?" You asked sheepishly.
"Not all, Y/n. Change and redefining yourself were the very principles that drove Megatron to create the Decepticon cause." Tarn leaned down a little and pointed a digit in an as-a-matter-of-fact sort of way.
"Yes, sir." You gave a nervous little smile.
"And it would certainly explain your slim and... curvy frame." Tarn hesitated for a second as he looked up and down your frame. His gaze made you nervous, to say the least, and you tried to wrap your arms around yourself, but the grip the orange bot only got tighter. It was then that you noticed how close he was to you. How could you not notice it before? He was practically pressed against your side.
You looked up from his servo around your forearm to his opticless faceplates. "I-I won't try to run. So... you can let go now."
"Nah, I'm good." He smirked down at you.
"Do forgive Kaon. He has a thing for small, terrified creatures." Tarn pitched in just as you all walked out of the downed vessel. Your attention was immediately caught by the huge spacecraft not too far away.
"Right." You responded a little unsure when the rabid turbofox from earlier suddenly pressed up against your unoccupied side and started purring its engine.
"Mm~. He likes you." Kaon leaned down so that he could hum and whisper in your audial. You flinched away, but between him and the turbofox, there wasn't really anywhere else you could go. "You can call him The Pet."
"Okay." You heard the two big ones in back snickering at your discomfort with Kaon.
After dealing with both Kaon and The Pet rubbing on you, and making you levels of uncomfortable you didn't even know could exist, you finally made it to the ship.
"Welcome! To the Peaceful Tyranny." Tarn gestured with his arms out like an announcer in a gladiator match and began walking up the boarding ramp. The ship itself was long and all sharp edges.
"Wow. It's a lot nicer than what I've heard." Tarn turned around at the top of the ramp to face you.
"Oh, really?" He tilted his helm. "Well, you haven't seen the inside yet. In fact, I think it best that you have someone with you to guide you and make sure you don't wander into one of the torture rooms and get locked in." You felt Kaon nuzzle his helm into the top of yours. You once again tried to get away, but you were once again left with no other options than to just stand there and take it.
"A-Actually, sir. I don't mean to be rude or take your hospitality for granted, but it's probably best that I just refuel on energon and be on my way." Kaon instantly pulled back a little, much to your relief. "You sounded like you have some important business to attend to and I don't want to be a hindrance."
"I see. Well, in that case, it was good to meet yo-"
"Tarn!" Kaon cut off his leader and finally let you go so that he could walk up to him. "Could I, maybe, talk to you real quick?"
"I suppose." Kaon gave his thanks and they both walked out of the hanger.
"Here he goes again." The biggest one, Helex you think, whispered to the second largest in the ground, though you still hadn't caught his name. Or the really thin one's for that matter.
"First, The Pet. Now, this one too. I swear, he always gets what he wants." The other big one added before the smallest of the group started speaking in old Cybertronian. You tried learning it a few times but could never get it down, so you had no clue what he said. He was a little less intimidating than the others if only because he was just barely taller than you.
You turned to ask what they meant, but The Pet suddenly stood on his back legs and pushed you over. You managed to move your wings out from their drawn in position before you landed on them. You haven't been so lucky a few times and it always hurts like Pit to land on them. All seeker wings are sensitive, and you were no exception to that rule.
Now that you were down to his level, The Pet stood over your legs and nuzzled his face into yours while occasionally giving a lick here and there. After trying and failing to push the mecha beastie off, you just let him do what he wanted while you pet him.
When the bay doors reopened a rather cheerful looking Kaon walked in behind Tarn.
"Called it," The tan goliath said quietly.
"Change of plans!" Tarn clasped his servos together to get everyone's attention and The Pet finally got off of you, allowing you to get up. "Y/n!" You perked up. "Congratulations! You'll be staying with us!"
"... Wha-"
"And Kaon has requested you stay with him so that you don't get into any trouble." Tarn didn't let you finish your question.
"I-I don't know if that's such a goo-"
"You'll technically be an unofficial member of the DJD. Like Nickel. Our medic." Tarn cut you off again and continued cheerfully as though you hadn't said anything at all.
"I d-don't want to be a-"
"You won't." Tarn refused to let you finish anything you said.
"I would j-just rather lea-"
"Are you defying a direct order from a superior officer, Y/n?" Tarn began to stalk toward you as though you were a target.
"WHAT!? I-I! No! I-I would n-never! Sir! It's just that-"
"It's just what, Y/n?" Tarn loomed over you and his shadow completely covered your frame. You could feel your wings begin to tremble and lower again.
"J-Just... N-Nothing... It's nothing, sir. I'm... proud to be here." You looked down in submission. You didn't want to find out what would happen to you if you refused an order from THE Tarn.
"That's a good little femme." Tarn pet your head with his servo and you clenched your servos into fists at your sides while keeping your gaze to the floor. Tarn turned and placed the same servo against the small of your spinal strut and lightly pushed you toward a joyous looking Kaon. "Now go get to know your new roommate. And. Play. Nice."
"Yes, sir." You couldn't help the feeling that every step you took toward Kaon was one step closer to your doom, but you couldn't disobey an order from your new squad leader. The Pet ran past you and up to his master, who gave him an affectionate pat.
"Hi. I haven't introduced myself properly yet. I'm Y/n." Your wings nervously twitched behind you.
"Kaon. It's a pleasure." He stepped over to your side and hooked his arm around your waist, pulling your sides flush together. "Shall we?" You knew it wasn't really a question because that would entail that you had a choice in the matter, but you responded to him anyway. It was polite. However, you couldn't bring yourself to look directly at him, so you kept your optics pointed at the floor.
"Y-Yeah."
~Later~
Kaon had shown you around almost the entire ship, he would have if you hadn't nicely asked him to stop showing you the energon soaked torture rooms. They were the things of nightmares. In that time, you did what you were told and exchanged personal details with him and he had been polite and kind if only a bit touchy-feely. You even learned that he could "see" through electromagnetic currents and external sensors. But he was still creeping you out.
He ended the tour on the command deck where everyone else was. You had made pleasant conversation with everyone and learned all of their names. And you even got to meet Nickel, who to your surprise was a minibot and also a femme. She was the easiest to get along with out of the whole group, and even gave you some pointers on how to be around each of them. Though she had joked around and said that you didn't seem to need any help with Kaon since he was practically glued to you. And it was true.
If he wasn't physically attaching himself to you then his somehow very existant gaze was. He didn't let you out of his sight for even a second. It was really starting to bother you, but since your programming had completely recalibrated to follow Tarn's orders you weren't able to tell Kaon off and make him leave you alone at the times you really wanted to. Like when he would pull you into his lap, or when he would get really cuddly, or when he would let his servos wander to places they shouldn't go.
Play. Nice.
Which is how you got in the position you were currently in.
Kaon opened the door to his room and stepped aside to let you through. You really didn't want your back to that creep, but you excepted his kind offer anyway.
Once you were in, the lights automatically turned on and you started looking around the mostly clean room. On the left, was a sitting area that was big enough for four and a viewing screen in the middle on the wall. A berth that was too low and too small of anything bigger than a minibot so it must belong to The Pet. Your suspicions were confirmed when The Pet santered in behind you and immediately went to lay on it. On the right, there was a long window that currently viewed the stars surrounding the ship. And lastly, a large berth next to the window. A SINGLE berth.
"Where will I be recharging?" You turned to face him before you asked.
"On the berth."
"And... where will you be recharging?" You were scared of the answer.
"The same place." There was an awkward pause where he stared at you with the weird fond smile he's been giving you all Primus damn day while you shifted from one pede to the other.
"That's... okay. I'll just... recharge on the couch." You turned to walk away from Kaon, but he grabbed your servo before you could take even a step.
"I insist."
"I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable." You refused to stand facing him while you tried to subtly get away.
"You won't."
"I'm don't really know you that well, so still a bit shy."
"There's no need to be."
Play. Nice.
You found yourself fighting against the submission programming for the second time in your life, but just like the first time with your former team, you couldn't win.
"Sure thing." You forced out of your vocalizer between clenched denta.
"It's late, so we should just go to recharge now. The Pet already has us beat." You spared a quick glance to the blue creature before going right back to Kaon.
"... Yeah. Sounds good." Kaon then pulled you toward the soft looking berth and gestured to the side the that was pressed against the window.
'He's trapping me.' You couldn't help but think while you slowly climbed onto the berth and made your way all other to the window and laid facing it. You were one small shift away from pressing up against the window and you had to fold your wing to its lowest setting so you could lay on your side. It was a tense, uncomfortable position.
You heard Kaon move and then a soft click before the lights went out making you jump. 'There must have been a switch that I didn't see.'
You were relieved that when Kaon laid down he didn't make contact with you in any way, although you could tell that you were within his reaching distance. You decided to take what you could get and tried forcing yourself to relax so you could recharge.
You, however, found that to be easier said than done. You could feel him "staring" at you from behind and it unnerved you to the point of where you physically couldn't recharge. It wasn't until hours later that fatigue from the long and stressful week finally hit you full force, and even though you could tell he was still watching you slowly drifted off.
~Later~
When you first felt something brush against your frame you dismissed it as a phantom touch from a dream you were having and tried to go back to recharge. However, you quickly realized the second time that it was real and not your processor playing tricks on you. Your optics fluttered open and you stirred as you became more aware of your surroundings.
You then felt another touch, but this time you could tell where it was: your hip. Whatever was touching you then moved to the front of your abdomen and traced the transformation seams. Your optics shot wide and you immediately tried to get up and away from the thing exploring you without permission only for the thing to wrap tightly around your waist and hold you down.
"What the frag!" You turned your helm to look over your shoulder plating and you were horrified to find Kaon faceplates. Directly. Behind. You. Smirking.
"Shhh~. Calm down, little seeker."
"GET OFF ME!" You demanded and thrashed around in his grasp. However, this only seemed to irritate him. He quickly got bored of your squirming and sat up, turned you to lay on your back, pin your shoulders, and push his knees betwixt your thighs. You immediately tried to close them but it was too late for that.
"That's enough!" You could see the electric rod on his shoulders light spark to life out of the corner of your optic and reluctantly went limp.
"Please, Kaon, let me g-"
"Hush now, my dear. It's alright. I won't hurt you. As long as you don't fight me. I love you, Y/n." He tried to soothe you and even lifted one of his servos off of your shoulder and ran his digits along a sensitive seam in your wing. You were surprised and let out a barely audible gasp, but refused to give him any more satisfaction than that.
"You don't love me, Kaon. You JUST met me."
"Love comes in many forms, Y/n. Just because it's not one you've heard of or experienced doesn't mean it isn't possible." He kept tracing your wing and with every upstroke, he got closer to the base of your wings. By far one of the most sensitive places on your frame.
"That doesn't change the fact that I DON'T LOVE YOU!" You received a little static for that.
"Perhaps. Not yet. You will. With time." He spread your thighs further apart with his knees and leaned down so that his interface array was on your aft while still managing to pin you.
"NO, Kaon! I will never love you! I will never even like you!"
"Never is not a word that is used in my line of work. I can do mean things, Y/n. I've learned so many tricks over the years. I know exactly how to make someone do whatever I want. Do you know what a Cybertronian processor will do if it's put under enough stress for a long period of time? It finds a way to protect itself. It conforms. It gives in. It submits." You were utterly terrified. You were trembling.
'This can't be happening. Why? Why am I losing everything? First my team, then my freedom, and now my dignity and seals! Primus, what more do you want from me!? Tears flowed freely from your optics once again. And as if a switch had been flipped, you were done. You were so FRAGGING done! You were about to activate the thrusters near the base of your wings and fry this carrierfragger when you felt a sharp ping in the back of your helm.
Play. Nice.
'No no NO NO NO! Not now! Please, not now!'
However, you couldn't stop your frame from going limp again.
"That's it. Just relax and let me have you." You didn't exactly have a choice in the matter and it made tears fall from your optics like a flood had been released as you silently sobbed.
You felt him lift off his other hand off of your shoulder and moved it to your waist while his other continued to play with your wing. He leaned down and began leaving kisses and licks and nips and bites all over your neck cabling making you desperately fight the urge to sigh or moan in pleasure.
The hand on your waist continued to move down and traced over your aft and stopped over your valve covered. His derma left your neck and pressed themselves to your audial. "Open up." He tapped your modesty plating. "Or I will."
You clenched your eyes shut and gave the command to open the plating lest he rip it off.
He gave you praises and kissed your audial before his derma found their place on your neck cabling again. He started slow and gentle. You jumped when his middle digit tentatively made contact with your anterior node while the servo on your wing continued to massage the sensitive armor.
You finally let out a moan after a particularly rub to your node making him purr in approval. You could feel your valve beginning to produce lubricant as he kept up his stimulation. Kaon then began to circle your leaking valve with the same digit and slowly pushed in. However, immediately stopped and flinched back in shock when he met a meek resistance just inside your leaking array.
He experimentally prodded at the seal and chuckled darkly when he realized that it was, in fact, what he thought it was.
'This is it. This is how I lose my seal. He's going to rip through it with no mercy.' You thought with dread.
"Well, this is most certainly a surprise~. I would have thought that an attractive bot such as yourself would have been taken by at least someone a long time ago." Kaon nuzzled the side of your helm with his as he revved his engines making electricity spark off of him in excitement. "No wonder you were being so defensive. But fear not my little one. I'll be gentle with you~. I'll make you feel good~."
He then continued to tease and stretch your valve adding a digit when he thought you were ready making you moan and sigh occasionally. During all of this, he was very careful not to go anywhere near your seal so that he would damage or tear it on accident. That would come next.
After he decided you were ready he pulled away from your neck cables and sat up. He grabbed your hips and carefully turned you over so you were facing him with him still between your stabilizers and gave you another quick but sincere warning. Kaon then leaned down and kissed you tenderly.
At this point, you knew you wouldn't get away and decided that since it was your first time you would try to enjoy it as best as you could. With this in mind, you closed your optics and attempted at kissing him back. You heard and felt him hum in approval at your sudden change of tune, which pushed him to kiss you deeper and introduce his glossa into the mix.
It soon turned into a full makeout session and you found yourself lost in it. So lost that you didn't hear his panels opening. You only noticed when you felt his spike quickly pressurize against the outer folds of your valve making you jump a little, but not break to heated kiss.
Kaon shifted a little so he could get onto his knees and brought your hips up with him. He lined up the tip of his spike with your valve and moaned into your intake as the contact. He withdrew his glossa from your intake but still continued to kiss you.
You couldn't help but wonder why but instantly got your answer when you clamped your denta shut as soon as he slowly pushed his spike into your virgin valve.
Kaon stopped once he had the head of his spike fully in and resting against your seal. The outlier then gently coaxed you into relaxing by finally breaking derma contact and whispering sweet praises and dirty comments into your audial while he rubbed comforting circles into your sides.
After about thirty seconds he sat up and reached one of his servos up to cup and stroke your cheek. The entire time you refused to open your optics even a little, afraid of what you might see.
The orange bot then snapped his hips forward just enough to completely break the seal and not go any further. You cried out, arching your spinal strut, and clenching down on him making him groan loudly and drape over you in return. Your faceplates heated with embarrassment when you felt a wave of lubricant that had built up behind the seal gush out of your entrance with a little bit of energon.
Kaon slowly pulled out before pushing back in over and over and over again. He was slowly, but surely, going faster and harder. When his thrusting began getting intense you clenched and unclenched your servos at your sides trying to find anything to grab. Kaon must have noticed because he leaned down and gave you a sweet kiss and let you wrap your arms around his neck cables.
What started out as sharp pain and turned into intense pressure became immense pleasure. You had never felt anything like this in your entire lifecycle and soon could no longer hold back your moans, gasps, and sighs.
This pleased Kaon to no end and feel him grin against your neck. But at least you weren't the only one beginning to have trouble controlling their sounds. Now every single time Kaon's spike struck your ceiling node and pushed against your gestation chamber he would groan lowly.
With every push and thrust, you felt a charge building all throughout your frame. You thought for sure it would dissipate, but began to panic once it got extremely intense. You couldn't help it, you had never felt this before, let alone interfaced with another bot. For all you knew, Kaon had ruptured something in your valve and the feedback was causing an electrical malfunction. It seemed unlikely, but interface or even self-service had never really interested you so you ever looked it up or asked anyone about it.
"Ka-KAON! WAIT! Something's wrong! A charge is building up and it's becoming too much! Please stop! I think something's damaged!" You threw away your last bits of pride to beg the outlier to cease. However, this seemed to have the exact opposite effect on the Con and he continued this pleasurous torture with a new vigor.
"Shhh~, Y/n. Calm down. Nothing's wrong~. Just let it happen. Don't fight it~." Kaon reassured you as the charge just kept building.
It eventually got so bad that your entire body was tightening up and your valve was spasming around his spike. His pace soon became erratic and faster with each thrust.
And then. The charge exploded. But not in the way you were expecting. In fact, this was by far the best feeling you'd ever experienced in your lifecycle, and you couldn't help the loud moan that left your intake.
You barely register that Kaon had pushed into your valve one final time, but you did, however, feel the warm fluid that filled your valve and pooled into your gestation chamber. You couldn't help but wince at the unfamiliar sensation but didn't bother putting any energy into getting away from it as Kaon collapsed on top of you.
After what felt like hours, Kaon finally spoke up and said, "That was wonderful."
You refused to respond and turned your head away. You half expected him to be mad and lash out, but you completely didn't expect him to chuckle at your actions.
"That's alright. There will be plenty of time to train you to be more receptive to me... My Pet."
Oh, Primus. I've been so busy lately that I completely forgot posting is generally something you do when you finish something, so I'm just gonna... *starts sidestepping away nervously* go proof read those one more time... I'll be back. *Sprints away*
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