Astrotrain waits for you to board his shuttle mode completely before taking off into the sky. The coneheads got ordered to split off, so it was just you two after you'd all gotten drenched in some mud. Astrotrains glad for it because he wouldn't have allowed those idiots inside of him like that. He was already screwing his olfactory at the thought of you In him like this, so he's sparkdamn well not letting them even think of stepping inside him that dirty. They'd have to find a body of water and get any of that slag off before. But Astrotrain did keep cleaning cloths inside himself for stupid slag like this, so he's telling you where they are. Soon enough you're basically clean and sitting in his cock pit. Wiping the last bit of muck off your own frame with yet another cleaning cloth.

There's a shift inside him, and Astrotrain can feel something heavy suddenly resting atop one of his seat rests, and- Astrotrain almost snaps at you to get your pede off his gauntlet rest. And his voice catches on itself when he watches you slowly drag the cleaning cloth on the under of your thigh. Your modesty panel is on full display for him with one of your pedes up on his gauntlet rest. Your digits dragging and making sure to get everything you can out of the inner seams of your armor. Including the sensitive inner thigh seam you were now delicately touching. Astrotrain watches silently and he ends up wondering if your thigh can go up any higher than it is right now- And Astrotrain snaps back to how he's flying when he almost stupidly flies straight into an asteroid belt. You jerk when he pulls sharply and almost fall out of his chair.

Astrotrains in his habsuite and cleaning himself out like he did after every transport. Astrotrain had made you take the dirty cloths you'd used when you first entered him when you got back to the nemesis. But Astrotrain can feel something that's not supposed to be inside him, still very much sitting inside him. It's in his cockpit- it takes a few tries to snag, but he does manage it finally, and he pulls out that last cleaning cloth you'd had. Astrotrains stuck staring down at the almost completely clean cloth. He remembers how you looked in his cockpit- Pede up on his seats gauntlet rest, thigh up, and modesty panel on clear display for him to just gawk at. Astrotrain curses under his vents when heat quickly settles back in his frame.

Astrotrain... Astrotrain knew he wanted you. he wanted you bad.

And that frustrated the frag out of him! He shouldn't even want you- but he also didn't exactly fragging plan on falling for you. You weren't even allies- sure, you were both cons, yes! But you didn't have any sort of alliance or agreement to watch each others backs. Astrotrain didn't know what it was about you that made his spark hum loud and his wings wanting to flutter when you'd so much as expressed any sort of genuine emotion with him. And that wasn't often since again you weren't allies. But there was almost always some kind of fragging ache in his chassis whenever he'd get something with you (There was something seriously wrong with him-!). Maybe Astrotrain should offer a mutual agreement. Astrotrain could take you anywhere you wanted to go, and you could-

Astrotrain thinks about you splayed out inside him. And the dips of your thigh armor...

You wouldn't agree to that-! He knows it's delusional, but Astrotrain looks down at the cleaning cloth you'd been using. Frag it- Frag it-! Astrotrain needed to get this charge out of him before he walked into a sparkdamn wall too busy thinking about the back of your aft. He presses your cleaning cloth against his faceplate and inhales experimentally. His wings jerk, and his bothered plating slacks to lax. Slag. It must just be the fact he hasn't gotten anything in a while, but Astrotrain has to lean his back up against the wall from the rush that just gave him. His array was already active at just the thought of you- the smell of you has his valve dripping on his inner panel. Astrotrain's servo wraps around his spike as soon as his panel pulls out of the way, and it pressurizes. His servos pace slow but steady in his rhythm, trying to imagine what he'd do to you if he had the chance.

Astrotrain could train you for his spike- but-

Astrotrain was not a patient mech. So he'd have to make up what he could with patience for praise. He thinks about hoisting your thigh up himself and your modesty panel pulling back- your soft gasps and muffled noises when he preps you as quickly as he can manage. Move to start stretching your valve with his spike head instead. Tell you, you could take more of him-! Astrotrain knew you could do it-! He's trying to stay focused on how he's pumping his spike in his fist to keep his pace steady- imagining it's your valve squeezing down on him instead. Astrotrain was big enough- strong enough. He could bounce you up and down his spike without you being able to do much else but take him- Astrotrain pauses and almost laughs at the fantasy, because he didn't even know if you'd even be able to take him inside you properly! Astrotrain was anything but small! Array and all. He didn't want to break you, but Astrotrain needed you and wanted you right!

Astrotrain speeds up till he's properly fragging his own fist in quick bucks. He thinks about the slow drag of your own digits against your inner thigh- and he wonders what sound you'd make if it was his digits there instead of your own. Could he make you loud-? Make you beg? Make you overload so hard you can't do anything but hold onto him- Astrotrain ends up overloading to the thought of the bulge his spike would probably end up making in your chassis. Astrotrain grits his denta hard enough that his jaw aches only to finally lax when he has to huff in a vent. Astrotrains left panting in quick vents, while the steam his train components are pumping out almost makes his optics fog. His own digits holding your cleaning cloth almost dented his own servo from how hard he'd squeezed it in his overload.

Astrotrain wasn't gonna be able to keep his em field to himself the next time he needs to transport you anywhere... He'll be too caught up imagining what would happen after the trip if he did actually purpose that dumb agreement.

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The cassettes have a mission- well, a long-term assignment from Soundwave. And the assignment was well- you. At first, all of them were kinda amazed how quickly and hard Soundwave fell for you. The bond fluctuating every time Soundwave would see you- harsh enough they'd feel the after effects as if it were their own. So they're not really surprised they ended up catching Soundwaves' feelings in the end. And there wasn't much else to do but make sure you liked them and also Soundwave. You were attractive, and you just had- something about you that made Soundwave, and likewise, the rest of them want your attention- and to also just want you.

Lazerbeak or Buzzsaw, when not busy, will usually tail you when you're out - it doesn't matter if it's a mission or you're just out by yourself. Or if Soundwave even orders them to do it or not. They like keeping an optic on you when anything can happen to you. You could get jumped or captured by Autobots anytime. So they make sure to keep you in their processors and in their sights. Buzzsaw will try to give you plating he's ripped off of whatever Autobot he's managed to clip last battle. You should be honored- Buzzsaw would usually make something good with this. But winning some favor with you had a more appealing ring to it.

While Lazerbeak usually creeps in the high corners in rooms or on anything high that has a ledge when you're around. And yeah, sure, if he's watching you and some dumbaft tries starting something, he's firing first and screeching second. Lazerbeak also tries to play up the fact that his root mode is a falcon. He's just a little flyer who happened to be in the same room as you. He's just preening his wings. See, Lazerbeak can be non-threatening when he wants to be. Maybe you didn't trust it, but you'd stopped drawing your weapon when you saw the mini-Cassette in the corner of your optics.

Rumble and Frenzy have the worst job because they have to make sure Soundwave doesn't scare you off- and try and get you to like them too. Sure, Boss was cool and capable and all- but man, he can get real stupid when you're in the picture! No, boss- ya can't just stare at 'em from across the room and not say nothing! No Boss, you can't just tail 'em in the nemesis hallway! Especially not when you're so sparkdamn big! It's like an extra job trying to get you to like them on top of trying to make sure Soundwave doesn't screw it up for all of them. Yeah, they got it! They know how bad he wants ya- how bad they want you! but Soundwave can't just ruin all the progress they're making to get in good with you!

Rumble usually tries to stick with you on missions when you're on the same one together. If Soundwaves making the teams, he usually pairs you together anyway. Rumbles getting in between you and those auto chumps. (And sometimes between you and the other cons. When things get in fight dicey.) While Frenzy usually takes up Lazerbeak or Buzzsaws job if you're not on whatever mission Soundwave is gonna be on. Well, he tries to be friendly anyway (trying to talk, trying to share some music with ya), But you're still not trusting 'em all that much. Frenzy also takes up the mantle on the chance you end up injured enough to be stuck on base. They're both in your business more than the bird cassettes and less shy about it, too.

Ravage stalks as well, but unlike the others, he does not get caught. Ravage will tail you either through the hallway manually, or through the nemesis ventilation system. The vent in your habsuite is particularly one he finds himself making common trips to. Recording anything he can bring back to Soundwave and be of use to their shared goal. He's also recording anything at all of you to be frank. On your data pad- in recharge, or even polishing. It's all something Soundwave can potentially enjoy later (or even any of them). Ravage also tries to play his bestial frame type to his advantage. Though rather unfortunately, it doesn't seem to work as well as Lazerbeak. Ravage mostly assumes its because he needs to be closer to you to play non-threatening, while Lazerbeak can do it across the room from you.

It's during one of Ravages hallway stalkings as he's watching you wipe something off your gauntlet as you walk. When you turn a corner in the nemesis and a thunk sounded. Verbal argument and what's obviously a physical argument follows after it. Ravage rushes forward to see what's happened only to pop his head around the corner and see you getting into it with Motormaster. Ravage didn't hesitate to charge and pounce onto Motormaster. With it being two against one and Ravages ambush, the fight ends with all of you scrapped and scuffed. It only ends when Ravage gets in front of you and growls at Motormaster. Realization crosses the stunticons faceplate before he curses you and looks at Ravage one last time to tell Soundwave to shove off it. With that, he marched off down the hall.

Ravage turns towards you to access your damage, making note for Soundwave when you bluntly asked what Soundwave wanted. You said you didn't want to owe him anything long term. And it makes Ravage wanna bite and see if he can manage with dragging you down the hallway. Instead, Ravage settles on your cleaning cloth in your servo. Ravage points right at the cloth via muzzle and chuffed, hoping you got the message. You do and ask if you're even with Soundwave if you give up your cleaning cloth. Ravage nods, and you knell down and hold it out for Ravage to take. Ravages tail wags, realizing how close you are, but does take it via biting down on it. Ravage then gives you one last look before taking off down the hall to their habsuite.

Soundwave was going to be elated in Ravages' latest find.

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Your plating twitches looser, not loose enough to be fully relaxed, no, but enough to be calm. Soundwave notes as much internally as he continues to watch (and record) you read what you were on your datapad. Latest Intel from Lazerbeak said it was either the report Megatron was expecting from you or something personal from your own collection. The way you move to tap rather frequently suggests the former over the latter. Your gaze flicks up to the monitor, and Soundwave dismisses the impulse to get closer to your turned form. His cassettes have stressed that he cannot simply stare at you without saying a single word. And Soundwave is well aware they are very right. But rather, unfortunately, he is struggling to relieve you from your shift on monitor duty- especially when he has no clue of what to say.

You turn in your chair before he can decide what to do, and when your optics find his visor, your plating clamps down immediately. Soundwave uses the rather unfortunate turn of events to take the chance to relieve you of your shift. You end up staring in silence at one another before you get up and rather awkwardly pass him on your way out. He rather pointlessly attempts to not let himself be too upset by the treatment. Soundwave was well aware of how you'd felt about him. You thought he was... strange. Soundwave hadn't gone back to reading your thoughts after he'd caught that one. He couldn't... entirely blame you for having the opinion. Especially when Soundwave had zero expertise on how to deal with how you made him feel.

Later back at his habsuite, when Ravage runs in with pride and utter elation in his em field, Soundwave orders a dock. After rather gingerly placing the cleaning cloth in his maw onto Soundwaves berth, Ravage does just that. Ravages spools rewinding make it feel as if Soundwaves reliving the event through his own frame. From the routine stalking, the quick fight, the rage, the team up, to Ravage readily taking the chance of your cleaning cloth as a reward- To you leaning down to allow Ravage to take your cleaning cloth from your servo. Soundwave comes back to the present when Ravage stops replaying the memory. When Soundwaves gaze registers his own servos instead of paws, his helm snaps down to stare at the cleaning cloth Ravage had placed onto Soundwaves berth.

Soundwave gently picks up the cleaning cloth, and the memory of you walking in the hallway while rubbing it over your own frame absent-mindlessly plays back in his helm. Soundwaves vocalizor buzzes quiet and clipped when he gets the rather filthy thought of what to do with it. Frankly, it's so deprived he doesn't know if it steams from his own thoughts or from one of his cassettes. But the thought is present regardless. Much like how your cleaning cloth is still in his servos right now... Soudwave remembers your reaction back in the monitor room. Than Soundwave recalls how closely you'd gotten when you handed the item to Ravage. Leaning down, your expression not creased but rather neutral. Optics locked right onto Ravages (his) own, as you willingly got closer to-

Soundwave makes a choice, and after staring down at your cleaning cloth with one more long look, he tentatively raises it against his mask and inhales. The jump in excitement when his frame registers your own scent filling his olfactory senses makes him dizzy at the sudden rush of euphoria it brings. A noise catches in his chassis, and Soundwave has to force himself to try and calm down so the sound can escape his vocalizor properly when he inhales again. His array is ready for full usage so quickly, it feels like his helms spinning. He ends up so enthralled by the sensation that he doesn't realize he's lost control of his telepathy until he hears Mixmasters rumblings of a chemical composition of sorts- Soundwave pulls your cloth away to quickly ground himself again before smothering his faceplate back into it.

His free servo dips against his modesty panel, and he can feel himself throbbing against the cover. His spike and valve both begging for proper attention- Soundwave could afford to indulge further later. He needs to remember as much as he can while your cleaning cloth still mostly smells like you-! His thighs spread farther apart, and his servo rubs firm against his heated panel. He can feel himself already making an utter mess of the inside of his panel just from a few greedy inhales of you- Soundwave can only imagine what would happen if you actually allowed him to hold of your frame. Actually, got proper access to your array- to your spike or valve-! He groans against your cleaning cloth, his voice sputtering static as he rocks against his own servo. Imagining you spread out under him or on top of him-!

Soundwave glances down at his own servo and modesty panel and ends up imagining you on your knees between his thighs here, crouched at the edge of his berth-! He overloads with a deep groan that makes his speakers spit out the recording of you asking what Soundwave wanted-! The tone isn't right, but the sound coupled with his own filthy thoughts is more than enough to have him overloading harder than he has in vorns. Soundwave vents your scent in deeply, now accompanied by the smell of his own transfluid. He let's his modesty panel finally pull back with a shudder, feeling his own transfluid finally spill out of its confines onto his own berth. His spike still pressurizes and twitches in open air when he gets another huff of you.

Soundwave may be even with you now- but a part of him wishes he could find something else to have you owe him again. He wouldn't waste it on something as fleeting as the scent you left on your cleaning cloth next time...

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Movement makes Skywarp grin when he can spot you starting to head out of the wash racks. His faceplate twitches when he catches more than just the outline of your frame. He watches the solvents dripping off your frame and you swiping your cleaning cloth over the really wet spots. Skywarp claws at the wall of The Victory he's peeking over, so he doesn't give into the urge to warp over and ruin everything just like that. Who let you look that good just fragging trying to wash up-!? That's not fragging fair-! Gah, whatever! Skywarps gonna get you good right now! That's what matters!

Skywarp watches you step forward to fully exit the washracks, right where you'll trigger his prank-! Yes! C'mon! Just a little bit closer-! You trigger it, and the paint bomb- the exact opposite of your own frame color, splatters over your chasiss. The force of the paint bomb makes you grunt and stumble a touch at the sudden blow before you snap your gaze down at the optic catching paint. Skywarp can't help cackling when he sees your expression reacting to it. You say his designation and Skywarp knew you were fragging mad-! Real mad-! He'd know even if you weren't marching over towards him right now!

Skywarp smiles at the sight of you rushing over and warps further back down the hall before you get just close enough to actually do anything to him. "C'mon! Am I too slow for ya, loser!?" Skywarp laughs again when continue to march after him, speeding up just as mad. Skywarp could totally warp jump ya when you got close enough this time-! You usually weren't ready for him warping directly behind ya! So he waits as you approach, the anticipation nearly killing him till you get close enough, he does just that. He warps right behind you, servos ready to grab you and dent ya just a little-! And you swing around and immediately slam your fist right into his face.

Skywarp's grunts, not at all ready for you to get one over on him- and you just hit him again in the canopy hard enough his pede goes out under him. You reel your own leg back and kick him hard enough his canopy glass cracks and makes him crumple to curl around it- because frag! That's smarts! You just curse at him and call him all sorts of names. After that, you turn and marched off down the hall and out of his sight. Slag- Skywarp tastes his own energon from his derma, and his olfactory might be broken. Why'd you gotta act like that? It was funny... Skywarp drags his frame back up and glances at the paint left where his bomb went off, and he sees it. You'd dropped your cleaning cloth when the prank triggered and left it on the floor.

After resetting his own olfactory in his habsuite with a grunt and a sniff, Skywarp unsubspaces your cleaning cloth. He stares down at the thing in his servos. If it was sitting anywhere else, he wouldn't even think it was yours. Skywarp's faceplate scrunched up a bit just thinking about you. Your annoying aft always wandering around like you owned the joint. How you'd interact with the other cons! How you'd get through your tasks and missions-! How your optics looked, and the same with your sparkdamn faceplate- Skywarp was fragging sick of it! Always here and there, just taking up all his attention doing all that slag! So he started pranking ya more!

Makes you mad too-! Skywarp liked you mad at him. He liked your optics on him instead of any of those other sparkdamn geeks here. Cursing and glaring at him- staring at him. It makes his wings wanna fan and for his servos to grab you and not let go of you till his servo imprints were left on each portion of your frame. Skywarp wants to touch you more- but you get so mad you don't want him near you after his pranks! And it makes Skywarp's wings start tilting when he thinks about you starting to stay further and further away from him. Has Skywarp wanting to grab you and yank you back to him and- Skywarps optics snap back down to your cleaning cloth when he remembers one of the pranks he had planned for ya. One of the ones that he plans to go off without a hitch and it's real funny too.

Skywarp drops to sit on his berth and angrily pushes your cleaning cloth against his olfactory. He inhales deep which makes his wings jump hard enough he feels it in his spinal strut. Skywarp swallows thick and lets his plating shuffle down from where it also fluffed at his first huff. Frag, why do you even just smell good-!? That's not fragging fair-! Skywarp grumbles angry against your own cleaning cloth. The noise turning into something like a whine when he inhales again- Skywarp didn't fragging whine! It just- came out of his throat and gritted denta. That's fragging it! He does groan a bit when the next huff has his array jumping in interest to be used. Skywarp's digits dip against the sensitive seam and wires in his very inner thigh. His energon starts pumping even faster when he presses down firm on the seam with his next huff against your cleaning cloth.

Skywarp's muttering curses when he thinks about warping behind you. About pushing you up against the wall after he pranks you good. It's real easy to think about it when he can smell you right up against his faceplate like this. Skywarp's modesty panel snaps back when he thinks about using his strength to trap your frame against him and the wall. His spike pressurizes and he's grabbing himself to start stroking while he's thinking about his ideal prank for ya. His servos grasping around and running up the front of your plating, his own frame pressing up against you from behind. Skywarp groans against your cleaning cloth when his own pre lubricant makes a slick sound in his fist. Because now he's thinking about making you this wet with pre lubricant for him.

Your spike twitching where he's got you trapped against the wall, him half forcing you to grind against it while he's touching you. Your valve dripping and so fragging close to his own modesty panel. He wants to frag ya, but Skywarp also wants to tease you! Have you overloading with just his servos a few times! Maybe pop his panel and not put his spike in you! Skywarps thighs pitch inward when he thinks about you squirming against his chassis while he drags his spike over the mesh and entrance of your valve from behind. Frotting and dragging against your slick but not letting you have it- yeah, you'd be a lot cuter like that-! Skywarps next inhale of your cleaning cloth, had him overloading- his wings jumped along with his hips, and he's groaning hard. His spike throbbing and the fabric of your cleaning cloth wears thin from how hard Skywarp grips it. His transfluid makes a mess of his own fist when he doesn't stop pumping himself through his overload.

Maybe having you crying underneath him would fix him. Skywarp bets you'd look cute like that-! Or at least it might make Skywarp feel better than this.

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It was one of the earth days your leader had decided to put you all through battle drills. And Starscream keeps check of his own time commanding the seekers so he has ample time to meet you off as you try to head to your habsuite. After most the usual rabble have left too. How fortunate for him. And you. Starscream turns the corner, and you almost run into one another. You jerk and your plating, which had been looser, clamps back down on your frame at the sight of him. Starscream doesn't let the urge to grit his denta at your reaction show anywhere on his faceplate. Years of the academy and trying to  play the proper performance of an unbothered bot do him well because he doesn't so much as twitch In response.

And Starscream plays the part of the oh so generous commander who's gone out of his way to bring you one of his own very high-quality cleaning cloths. Just because he happened to notice how you'd gotten a touch disheveled during the full member battle drill. The amount of time it takes you to actually grab the cloth from his servo has his processor running through how he can use this interaction further as an opportunity to walk and talk with you- when Starscream almost runs right into Megatron who came around the same corner he just had. Which makes his wings automatically slant and his attention to be stolen. Which only makes his conversation (very restrained argument) with Megatron that much more infuriating.

By the time Megatron scoffs and finally turns pede to make his way down the hall, Starscream actually growls when a servo grabs his wrist. He freezes, and his wings correct themselves immediately when he makes optic contact with you-! Your plating had clamped back on itself when he initially swung his helm towards you with intent. And Strascream wordlessly watched you raise his own servo and slap his now used cleaning cloth back into his palm. A short quick grip of your servo over his own makes Starscream grip his own cleaning cloth. And just as quickly as the short contact occurred, you practically rushed your way down the hall the direction you had been going. Leaving Starscream, whose still mentally failing to come up with an excuse for snarling right in your faceplate. Starscream curses the air blue when he gets back to his lab.

Starscream knows he... may have bridges to rebuild after his initial reaction for his newfound affection for you- however! He'd only tried to kill you twice after all-! You must understand those few cycles when he'd first gotten intrigued by you had been rather harsh on him. Only after a battlefield injury you'd gotten did Starscream recognize that he didn't want to actually kill you. The sight of you genuinely injured made him feel like he was going to purge (and also made him want to rip the autobot who did its fuel tank out with his servos.) Rather unfortunately you'd taken offense to his (again only two) murder attempts and kept your distance for your own sake. Which Starscream unfortunately could not fault you entirely for... as much as an annoyance it was. Especially when he was putting the efforts to show you he was no longer any threat to you!

Starscream stares down at the slightly stained cleaning cloth he'd lent you with contempt. He also recalls the quick touch of your servo squeezing his.

Starscream knows he's well above this- however, he would be a fool to not use the opportunity considering the rather dire circumstances. And Starscream was no fool, so he raised his servo and huffed in a vent against your cleaning cloth. His plating loosens as his olfactory senses fill with the scent of you on his deep invent. Starscream bites back a noise and leans forward against the edge of his own work bench. A servo coming down to brace himself against it when his next greedy inhale has his thighs wanting to pitch inward. His arrays lubricating startlingly quickly considering the circumstances- But Starscream knows he needs this so he can sort his thoughts and make himself remember what he's striving for here-! His panel pulls back, and his spike pressurizes right as his servo trails down his own front.

On his next inhale, Starscream lets himself grab his spike when his spike twitches heavy in want. He let's himself imagine how he'd want you exactly when he got you- Starscream could have you wherever he wanted you once you compiled. Even right here on his work bench-! It's a pretty image. You are on your back staring up at Starscream as he leers over your frame and all. Your panel is open for his servos to touch as he wants. Your spike hard and twitching much like his own. His pre lubricant slicks his own fist the longer he bucks into his own grip. Imagining it was your spike pressing against his instead. He let's himself think about his servos touching and caressing you- You not pulling away but arching into Starscreams touch. His pace quickens, and his hips rock on his next muffled gasp against the cloth laced in your scent.

You gasping and panting and saying his designation-! No hiding from him- No little lies or polite fabrications! But you barred open to him in such a way that you wouldn't be able to hide anything from him-! Starscream remembers the feeling of your servo over his once again, and he's desperately wishing he was aware enough then to realize it was you. Because Starscream wouldn't have let you pull away from him after you'd touched him first if he had known-! If he'd of known-! Starscream wouldn't have let go of your servo even after he'd gotten you pinned against the wall and his spike throbbing against your own. Starscream groans as his spike throbs and shoots heavy globs of pink over his own work bench. The gasping vent he takes has his wings twitching, when he thinks he can taste you in the light condensation he's created against the cleaning cloth. Starscream can feel the slick from his valve, dripping down his own inner thighs.

Starscream was going to win your favor-! And he wasn't going to let any other misunderstandings or oversights come between him and you!

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The clank of pedes makes Blitzwing glance than snap his helm to attention when he realizes he's finally spotted you. You're glancing over your pauldron occasionally while walking down the hallway. Your servo rubbing a cleaning cloth over your own gauntlet. Blitzwing stalked closer at the sight. He needed to otherwise you'd run before he got close enough! Couldn't have that now, could he? Wasn't like you knew what was good for you. But Blitzwing didn't mind-! Well, he did, but he won't slag you for it. So you'd better be grateful! Better be sparkdamn grateful he's playing your games with you, because he's so agreeable for you! Only you. If anyone else evaded him as many times as you'd have, he'd have just broken both their legs. But he hasn't broken yours yet. Blitzwing wanted to break you a different way, after all!

A grin curls on his faceplate when he recognizes the route you're taking as a way towards your habsuite. Blitzwing turns and dashes down the hallway to an alternate route to cut you off before you manage to get away from him. He stalks his way to a crossing hallway where he knows you'll need to pass by in front of him to keep going to your habsuite. Blitzwing just needs to wait! And he waits, and he starts hearing your pede falls again, and Blitzwing wants to jump out already but knows you're not close enough yet-! C'mon, get closer! You know you just wanna get to your habsuite! Unaware you do keep walking your route at your own pace. C'mon-! Your steps get louder and louder! Closer and closer!

Blitzwings plating is almost shaking in anticipation by the time you do actually step out next to where he's pressed against the wall. And Blitzwing lunges- your helm snaps right towards him. He had half a nanoklick of your optics locked onto his before they widen in shock. You looked good like that-! Blitzwing liked you looking right at him and nothing else! You shout as Blitzwing scoops you up easily, and you're his-! His for the taking! Blitzwing cackles. His servos grasped around you tightly and lifted you up and pressed the front of your chassis against the front of his own. Metal scrapes on metal. All three of his engines rumble when Blitzwing swears he can already feel your energon pumping faster underneath his own digits-!

Then you cupped both your servos together above your helm and slammed your joined fists down right into Blitzwing's visor. Blitzwing shouts when scattering shots of dark red splitter across his vision alongside a crunch. His grip loosens, and you squirm your way out. Only breaking free because you'd started twisting his digits the wrong way-! Blitzwing curses and doesn't recover till you're already long gone. He grumbles and shakes the servo you'd had your fun with. He flexes his digits to make them bendable again, and something catches in between his joints there. Blitzwing holds his servo up and sees your cleaning cloth caught between his joints. A grin splits his faceplate yet again at the sight of his unexpected prize.

Blitzwing rushes back to his habsuite as soon as he realizes he'd gotten good spoils for his ambush. Now he needed to indulge-! Especially after losing you when he you had a hold of you! A good hold on you, too. What a waste! But you didn't know what was good for you. Didn't know any better! Didn't know you were squandering the opportunity- didn't know you were making Blitzwing pit slagging mad with how you were acting. Blitzwing thought he wanted to beat you a few times, or maybe he needed to kill you when he couldn't stop thinking about you. But before he did any of that, he saw you stretch and make the sensitive seams peak out between your armor gaps. The sight making his array active with want almost instantly- and Blitzwing realized, no duh! He wanted you! Not wanted- needed you. And he was going to have you. Didn't matter if you didn't realize that yet. You were already Blitzwing's, and that's all that mattered!

Blitzwing grins staring down at your cleaning cloth before throwing himself onto his berth. The sparkdamn thing creaks under the quick drop of his weight, but that didn't matter right now! Blitzwing smothers his olfactory into your crumpled cleaning cloth and inhales sharp and deep. And he smells whats absolutely- no denying- no faking you. All three of his engines rev loud enough his own chassis hums from the force of it. Yes-! yeah! That's what Blitzwing needs-! What was already his! His digits grip your cleaning cloth harder when he remembers you running from him. And his spike jumps to attention when he thinks about that shocked expression he'd managed to get out of you.

"Oh- yes! Yes! Yes-!" Blitzwing laughs against his prize while reaching down and palming between his thighs. He bucks against the flat of his modesty panel twice. Knowing it's gonna be your aft he's grinding against soon enough. Charge jumps in his array and Blitzwing's pulling his panel back and letting his spike form. He's twitching In his own grip as soon as he gets a hold of himself- frag you were good! So good for him-! At least you would be! Blitzwing's valve clenches down on nothing on his next inhale, thinking of you not managing to get away from him next time. You on his grip squirming and making all sorts of noise for him-! Those sensitive seams of yours being squeezed down on by his digits. His own plating clanks- he hates waiting for it- waiting or you to get a sparkdamn grip-!

But Blitzwing likes the thought of you begging for him-! Or begging him to stop-! Yeah! Blitzwing huffs, thinking of pressing his faceplate against your frame and bucks into his own servo. His berth rocks and starts hitting the wall on his own thrusts into his servo. Blitzwing laughs and bites down on your cleaning cloth while thinking about biting you instead! Pushing you down and mounting you! Forcing you to take every last bit of his spike you could! To ruin you- ruin you for anyone else other than Blitzwing! Triple changer spike would be the only thing that could satisfy you after Blitzwing was done with you! Blitzwing overloads fantasizing about your fragged open and gaped valve, basically drooling his transfluid. Bucking into his own servo and spilling transfluid onto his chasiss. Your cleaning cloth rips between where he's biting down on it and holding it in his digits.

Blitzwing laughs as the after effects of his own overload rack through his frame. He'd get you- he'd get you! And next time Blitzwing wouldn't lose you before he could make sparkdamn sure you knew exactly who you belonged to!

tfa blitzwing

likely bc one of the personalities became obsessed (probably random) and the other two got pulled into it

and eventually embraced it, but not without a fight

hothead was just pissed about it (of course), and icy was disgusted at first

like really?? he's already a freak and now he's into a HUMAN... primus help him

blitzwing as a whole is guarded and cold, even after its official between the two of you, he is standoffish and blunt

he can't afford to get hurt again, letting you get close was already dangerous enough. if he loses you, he might lose it for real this time

random is the easiest to get along with, he's more open (obnoxiously so) than the other 2

and again, probably the one who started all of this.

probably kidnapped you (a few times)

but you matched his freak and suddenly he's making googoo eyes at you

hothead is the next to let loose.

just scream with him, get angry with him, show him you care

he loves seeing you lose your shit, hothead thinks it's SO hot

this tiny little bug has the confidence of a mech much bigger than he, and he's drooling over it

icy is a tough egg to crack

he's methodical, he already sees every possible way this could go wrong

he knows he's cold and guarded, and he really doesn't try to (most of the time)

but letting the walls down feels so... vulnerable. it's unsafe.

but if you sit through the uncomfortable silences, the blunt observations, and the catty remarks, you'll break him down

he just wants to know you won't leave him too

mtmte swerve

probably has a human fetish but we'll address that later

and getting with a human does NOT help with the rumours on the lost light

but he couldn't give less of a fuck, he's thinking he's the luckiest mech in the whole damn universe

you have to fight him about paying for your drinks because he INSISTS it's on him. every time

swerve, you're going broke PLEASE take the money

he brings you up in every conversation. doesn't matter what it's about, he'll relate it to you somehow

he has the perfect movie for every occasion

movie nights are a very common thing with the two of you

his cooling fans will sound like a box fan because of how close you are to him

doesn't matter what point in the relationship you're in with him, you will always make him nervous

he overthinks everything, he's too emotionally aware for his own good

just tell him it's ok. make the first move, lead him through it

he'll get it eventually

you give him the motivation to go on

tfp ratchet

it's a miracle he's putting his energy into anything but getting off this primus forsaken planet so.. good job

most of your "dates" will just be either sitting in his habsuit, or on top of the bunker

basically anywhere without the children's (miko's) prying eyes

speaking of miko, she will take any and every chance to embarrass ratchet

he knows he spends a lot of time at that damn computer, and he's really trying to manage his time to fit you in his schedule

but sometimes the only way you can spend time with him is sitting on his shoulder while he works

you're his right hand, you help him oversee missions and act as a second set of eyes

two minds are better than one, he's started saying

of course, rafael has always been a great help with his computer magic, but you catch things his tired mind tends to gloss over

and he loves you for that

and as much as he say he hates it, he deeply appreciates your concern for his well being. making sure he refuels, recharges, even just take a break every now and then

optimus has told him he's glad to see his friend look so happy after so long

mtmte rung

he approached you when you first got on the ship, letting you know his services are available to you as well, considering being the only human on the ship may weigh on you

you kept the offer in mind, but didn't take him up on it

it started as a passing smile to each other in the halls, to chatting at the bar, and before long you were just kind of attached to him

he would never entertain getting involved with a patient, but seeing as you never saw him professionally,,,

he's a doting and attentive lover

he remembers dates, small details about you, passing comments

he stores everything subconsciously, and becomes a sort of personal calendar

"don't forget about that meeting today, dear!"

he calls you dear, love, and darling

dear is his favourite tho

rung is the shoulder you lean on

despite not seeing him in a professional setting, he will never tell you not to talk to him about things

if anything, he encourages it more now

"a shared burden is half a burden"

comparing him to most cybertronians, he's not much bigger than you

• You’re staring at him as he shudders, scrabbling for control. Can feel you staring. Judging. And he’s furious at you for seeing him like this. Wants to make it a joke. Ignore it. Lash out. “Were you always like this?” You ask softly and his jaw clenches, feeling himself spiral. Do you really think you mean anything to him? You were an experience. A reward. A pretty, little distraction. You’re his. Doesn’t want to talk to you. To understand you or for you to understand him. To know you any deeper than the feel of your body under his. “Blitzy?” Servos denting the metal of his berth, a growl rumbles through him at your audacity. That you think you can give him a nickname. The nearly hysterical giggle of delight at being called Blitzy that escapes him just annoys him even more.

• “Be silent or I’ll silence you,” he snarls, but the hostility is ruined when he cackles out “Blitzy.” Sitting crosslegged on his berth, you wad up the empty pretzel packet. Giving up on escape until you can figure out a way down that doesn’t involve broken bones and a possible concussion. One of his wings scrapes against the berth as he draws his legs up, curling slightly and the vulnerability of that pose prickles through you. Know you should stay silent. That he’s a feral dog that’s going to bite you.

• “Sometimes talking about stuff helps,” you say and he shoves upright, head turning to glare at you as his precarious control frays. Why won’t you stop? ‘Talking?’ He growls, personalities swapping. ‘Or we could sing a song!’ And he’s lunging for you as your eyes widen and you scramble to your feet. Angry, lonely, delighted by the fear in your eyes as he mass shifts and hauls himself up with you. Stalking you as you back away and the chaos grows. Anger and arousal twisting together. Confusing him on what he wants.

• Back hitting the wall as he snarls, big denta bared and expression furious, you reach without thinking. Aware that he’s dangerous. Out of control and violent. And maybe as frightened as you are. He’s still so much bigger than you are even in this smaller form. Huge really. Heart racing as he snarls, you hug him and you feel his plating lift slightly against you. Before a huge fist slams against the wall as you hide your face against him. Flinching when he smacks his head against the wall beside your shoulder, he’s trembling again. Snarling and wheezing out laughter. So broken and angry. Hands sliding against his sides as you tremble, he smacks his head against the wall again. But he’s not hurting you. Those big hands aren’t touching you at all. Taking out his fury on his room instead of you.

They've been following you around for a really long time! Ja. Call it love at first homicide attempt. The fire in your optics and the iciness in your demeanor really got them going. You left too soon, though, ordered by your superior.

Like a pretty, pretty ray of color, you were gone too soon. So unfair. Like really, did you have anything better to do? Maybe refuel or dance, but those don't come above Blitzwing! He should be your number ein priority.

You kept meeting him servo to servo on the battlefield. It's like someone was setting you up, tehehehehe. It wasn't easy, you know? Icy kept getting interrupted by Hothead and Random while planning all of it. It's a miracle he was able to succeed. After all, you aren't an easy bot to catch. They couldn't just com you and say, "Hallo, sexy Autobot, want to come and play a game of frag tag?"

Ooo, but that would be fun though! If they can learn to trust you, maybe then they can play with you. Or when you inevitably attempt to escape. There are more fitting punishments for escape than that. It's supposed to be pain, not pleasure, but why not both?

They do always say ze best things come in threes. Who says that? No one says that. Of course people say it!

Maybe their new designation should be indecisiveness. That's what led to you finding an opportunity to escape the first time. It's oh-so traurig that you did. Ja. Sie hatten such a great date planned before they'd turn you into Megatron for evaluation. They have to convince him to let them keep you after all! The date, the date though—they can't believe you were so selfish! Everything was going to go perfekt.

A night on the town torturing all those who got in your way. No, actually, they decided to have a candlelit dinner on top of a tall, secluded building with high-grade energon candies. Wait, wait, I remember now. You were going to make arts-and-crafts projects out of bones and scrap metal they had collected.

All three of them differ in their attempts to court you, if that wasn't evident enough already.

Hothead is equal parts possessive and aggressive. He doesn't believe any bot or con to be worth your time, other than them. His main love language is bloody acts of service. He defeats the bots that annoy you with ease; ja, he loves it. He'll stomp up to you if you're on patrol and force you into a fight so he can show his prowess. He'll prove to you that you should defect to the Decepticons because he is the best choice to be your sparkmate. He owns you, but he wants you to accept that. Something about your rebellious nature makes him want to punch you and kiss you at the same time.

Icy holds a quiet reverence with a need for control over you. He shows his devotion to you through increasingly complex deeds. It's truly a wonder he's able to pull some of them off, like kidnapping a bot you were close to in your unit and disassembling them.

He hid parts of them in places he knew you would find. The bastard was making you put back together your offlined comrade. He even left a short note that said, "Your absence leaves me in pieces."

His conjunx endura deserves to be courted only in the most romantic of ways, even if he finds romance to be a bit- futile.

Random is a mixed bag of limerence traits. He loves everything about you but also wants to have your backstrut in his servos so he can hear how satisfying it is to break it while fragging you into the nearest surface. You two have bonded through space and time. Ze silly bots you work for can't keep you away from him! He goes from PG to X-rated in a time that may just outpace any of Blurr's records. He'll offline your unit leader and then ask for headpats, pouting if you deny him such sweet solace.

Don't be so rude to them. Sie only want what's best for you, Elektrische Liebe.

𝚈𝚊𝚗. 𝙶1 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 (𝚠/ 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐)

He's no stranger to the destruction that Decepticons cause, but it never gets any easier, man. So much evil in a beautiful world. It's almost too much for his spark to bear. Thankfully he has you. You lighten the load with your existence. It permeates anywhere you step and leaves behind a certain lightness in the air. Your aura is absolutely rockin', even when you aren't in the best of moods.

You joined the Autobots after he accidentally stalked you, which he profusely apologized for. He was walking and talking to nature when he caught a glimpse of you. There was something so alluring about you, so beautiful and just real. His steps grew lighter as he approached you. He didn't dare to disrupt you in your natural state.

The Decepticons don't care for such things, though. It totally slipped his mind that he was following a strange energy source. Apparently the Decepticons had caught onto it as well. They totally harshed the vibe of it all, destroying the surrounding nature and shooting at the both of you.

He scooped you up as he transformed and totally exited out of there, heading back as fast as he could for the Ark. The rest is history, man, but you know what they say: those who forget history are doomed to repeat it. He wouldn't mind repeating his meeting with you, but he'd rather have the foresight of everything that came to fruition.

He became your guardian because the Decepticons were totally not gonna let it slide that a human knew something about their plans. He doesn't dig fighting, but he'll do anything if it means keeping humans safe, especially you, dude. You're the flame he can't help but go to when everything around him is dark.

He's so chill that it's easy to overlook his yandere tendencies. You can't even see the ways his optics narrow when something gets close to disturbing your peace. It takes a lot to get him to snap. Harsh his mellow enough, and suddenly he isn't Beachcomber anymore. He's the violent collection of all his trauma.

Could you ever harsh his mellow enough to make him violent? No, never. You could make him melancholy, but he'll never lay a servo on you that you don't want.

Someone harming you causes his chill to switch to heat. He doesn't even sound like the same bot. He leaves behind sparks that return to their rightful place and empty frames that will rust and be reclaimed by Mother Nature. He doesn't even remember it. His subconscious processors lock those memories away, hopefully for good. His frame is shaking after. He's so disgusted at himself for taking lives when he simply could've disarmed them, maybe.

"What did I do, man? I swear I'm not a monster, sweetspark. I just—"

There's no justification for what he did. It goes against everything he is. He betrayed himself. He betrayed your trust in him. He spirals.

If you see him snap, then he totally isolates himself. He doesn't believe himself to be good enough for you, but he wants you so bad. He prays to Primus that you'll forgive him. As wrong as it sounds, he wants to be comforted by you, even after you saw him in a totally uncool light. He'll do whatever he can to make it up to you.

He'll show you the hidden beauty of your world and how soft his spark truly is. He just loves you so much, man. He's whipped, weak in the joints―bleeding his spark out when he's around you.

𝚈𝚊𝚗. 𝙶1 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙾𝚏𝚏 (𝚠/ 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐)

He's far superior to the idiotic flesh creatures that populate the planet he's forced to orbit. He's the best of his gestalt. He's the best company for himself. That doesn't mean it doesn't get boring up so high, all alone. He likes to observe the organics and their suffering while he awaits a command.

Blast Off may have a specific human that besieges his internal processors. There's a human he hyperfocuses on to pass the time. It's a simple, meaningless distraction, that is all. You caught him in your sights when he was wounded and separated from the other Combaticons. You froze. He was ready to end you when he heard the pedes of Autobots. He hid. You didn't rat him out. You went as far as to misdirect the Autobots.

You are a traitor to your species. Good. None of you deserve to live, especially not compared to his greatness.

Blast Off didn't annihilate you because he did not want to compromise his position in case any other Autobots were still sneaking around. He did not feel any positive emotions about your unneeded kindness.

He knows your entire schedule and your goings-out, or whatever you call it. He even had his audials specially heightened by Shockwave so he could hone in on you. Blast Off mostly uses it for recon on the Autobots. That's what he details in his reports anyway.

Thankfully Soundwave hasn't said anything about his way to pass time. He's felt the comms officer poking around in his helm, extracting thought threads from his processor that he'd rather keep private. It's most likely going to be kept as blackmail. Foolish Soundwave. He is not ashamed because he has not done anything wrong!

He will admit that he's talked about you to the other Combaticons before. You're so much weaker than any Cybertronian, and he'd love to crush you in his servos. The others don't look entirely convinced, but what do they know about his convictions? He could easily disintegrate you from space, but you are not worth his time.

You are so not worth his time that he abducts you so you stop wasting it. He goes on and on about how stupid and worthless you are. He gets a rise out of threatening you. He enjoys stroking your fleshy body and you being unable to do anything. Your presence calms him, not that he needs to be calmed down or aided by the likes of you!

He does his best to ignore your irritating breakdown. Can't you humans just stop doing annoying slag like this? You can't bargain with him. He is keeping you as a reminder of how much better he is than lowly flesh creatures. You should feel honored to be in his presence.

Stupid humans are so hard to take care of! No, he cannot let you take care of yourself. You will do it wrong. So what if he doesn't know anything about humans? That is wrong in the first place! He knows everything about you. He has watched you do your routine for many months now. It is harder to replicate than he thought, but you have been doing it for many years. Blast Off has only started.

You go everywhere with him, even into space. He got the proper things for you. You should be grateful that he isn't letting you starve up in space. He is allowing you to sit in his alt mode and make a living space there.

8 months, which is about ~244 days orbiting the Earth with him. You will have plenty of time to get used to him and he to you. It isn't like your human life was worth anything. He is giving you purpose. You are helping the mighty Blast Off thwart gormless Autobot plans.

You are right where you belong—with him. No more waiting in space all alone. It makes him giddy. Not that he suffered from loneliness or anything! He just feels accomplished, is all.

𝚈𝚊𝚗. 𝙶1 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙴𝚗𝚍 (𝚠/ 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐)

One could say, albeit in a cheesy way, that you are his light in the darkness of existence. When he looks at you for a moment, the vacuousness of life has meaning. What is the point of it all? You.

He has every part of you memorized by now, even the hex codes for your paint job, so you never have to worry about being unable to find the correct hue. He'd know your vocalizer from anywhere in the galaxy, no matter how out of it he could be. His fellow Decepticons attempt to tease him on how keen he is on you. It irritates him, yes, but as long as they don't say anything disparaging to your designation, he's able to brush it off.

How could he not be absolutely entranced by your very existence? You aided in keeping him online after Superion defeated Menasor, quite brutally, if he might add. You took such care in the entire gestalt. He had never experienced such a thing.

He only follows Megatron because he must. There was little pride in his leader's voice after the Stunticons were defeated in battle. He can't help but have felt like a shiny, new toy that he discarded after it lost its luster so soon. He anticipated it, but it still hurt his freshly formed spark. He thought all of his dark thoughts might shatter it. But whenever you cast your gaze towards him, he feels like he's being given life by Vector Sigma again.

You are part of the reason he takes such pride in caring for his frame. He wants to court you, yes, but you also seem pleased when you see him in good condition. He craves your validation that he knows he will eventually fall short of. There are so many better Decepticons you could bond with. You'll probably forget about him eventually. So he's motivated to ensure that he ingrains himself into your data banks.

He shows off in general, but especially in battle. He isn't called a Stunticon for nothing. Megatron notices this and orders that you be present whenever the Stunticons are to perform because they produce better results. It's always good to have a medic ready on a servo's notice. The entire group of cons seems to have a knack for playing too hard and always ending up half-offline, limping to you sheepishly. Perhaps you should have a section of the medbay blocked off just for them.

Dead End always visits you. He doesn't offer any commentary. He just sits in the corner and watches you. You're so busy sometimes that you don't even notice. A few times he's frightened you because he doesn't announce himself. You may not be able to see through his visor, but his frame language seems almost dejected by your temporary apprehension.

He grows to prefer to recharge in the medbay. He says it's because if the Autobots attack their base, he doesn't want you or any of the other injured Decepticons vulnerable. It's more or less the truth. You don't need to know the real reason anyway. Scaring you off is about the last thing he wants to accomplish.

He's a bit perverted. Don't blame him. He wasn't taught anything about Cybertronian reproduction or interfacing. All he knows is that sometimes his spike and/or valve gets leaky if he watches you too long. He doesn't see anything wrong with it. He probably would've whipped his spike out and self-serviced in front of you already if he hadn't been told that the parts behind his interface panel were to stay hidden out of a societal norm.

The greatest thing about having a visor is other cons can't (usually they can) tell when he's opticing you up. Something about your aft makes his processor run wild. He's accidentally revved his engine before when he's watched you bend over. He wonders how it'll feel in his servos. He wonders how any of you would feel in his servos, or in him now that he thinks about it.

He wants to see what kinds of stunts the both of you can perform together. You wouldn't deny him that, would you?

He likes putting you in compromising positions. It's partially because he badly needs your attention, but he's also so horny for you.

Seeing you splayed out after you get knocked down in battle? He's primarily ready to rip the helm off of the bot that did that, but he's also secondarily distracted for a moment. He short-circuits and won't stop replaying that memory for the rest of the cycle.

He enjoys shielding you from something just to get a chance to touch you. He has an awful habit of conhandling you. It's with such reverence that it's easy to get flustered from it. It's a sign of possession to him, but he also wishes to aid you. If you need help handling something or you don't have the height to complete a task. If your energy has been exhausted, then he will carry you, even if it is to the ends of the Earth that he has to do so.

𝚈𝚊𝚗. 𝙶1 𝙷𝚘𝚝 𝚁𝚘𝚍 (𝚠/ 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐)

A reckless mech with an honest spark has fallen for you hard, in the middle of a war, no less. You've saved his aft more than once. That's enough to sweep any mech off their pedes, quite literally in some cases. He'd be spare parts if it weren't for you. And yes, he has to constantly remind himself of that as he gazes at you with hearts in his optics.

It isn't just your battle capabilities; it's also your personality! Being Kup's apprentice and all has shaped you into being something irresistible; you're also hard to catch off-guard, so he struggles to get time to flirt with you. Kup knows something is wrong with Rod's processor, so the old-timer constantly reiterates that spending time with Hot Rod is off-limits.

Come on! It's like both of you are allergic to having a little fun. With all that training you're doing, you look so depressed. It's like a Decepticon rummaged around in your chassis and blew your spark out. Sure, the war is, well, a war, but that doesn't mean there isn't beauty out there! I mean, look at yourself; you make his engines rev.

Daniel is always teasing him about what the humans call a crush. At first it sounded kind of violent, but after Danny boy explained, Hot Rod could do nothing but feel his faceplate turn blue. Yeah, he's got it for you bad. He's got a virus, and your designation is written all over it.

If only he could impress you. He craves your validation so badly that he puts himself in danger to show off. He needs to be the one saving you for once. He needs to prove to you that he's a reliable bot!

Yet he failed you big time when he let you leave for one of the Autobot moon bases. He almost attacked Kup, yelling at him about how it was irresponsible and dangerous to let you go without him. Kup knocked him on his aft and dragged him to the infirmary to get looked at. He doesn't care if his psych tests were a bit off. He was still told that he was fit for duty.

And he was fucking right! He should've never allowed you to go. When he heard you and a few others were coming back on a shuttle, he scooped Daniel up and drove so quickly to base that he almost drove off a cliff. He was so giddy to see you that his spark nearly shattered within his chassis w-when he saw the hole in the sid-d-e of the s-shuttle.

Decepticons. He would later learn, after catching you as you fell, half-offlined, that they ambushed you. Prowl, Ratchet, and Ironhide had their sparks so easily snuffed out. You survived because you hid, and hid well, but while escaping the shuttle, you got shot in the backstrut. Dead. Dead. Dead. So easily. And he clutched your frame as Daniel reluctantly rode in Kup to get inside the base.

He lost it, going on autopilot as he bashed some Insecticons to enter the base, nearly missing the leap from how distraught he was. He ignored any order that may have been given to him, running past dying comrades and through the line of fire of the enemy to get you to the medbay. Wheeljack was attempting to patch you up when a shot rang out of nowhere and seared him through the neck. He collapsed on top of you, and Primus forgive him because he shoved Wheejack's limp frame off and quickly pulled you behind a set of supplies as another laser just barely skimmed your right ped.

He sat in horror, frozen for a few moments until he noticed that your optics slowly came online. Your servo came up to cup his face, and no matter how weak the gesture was, it only solidified his infatuation with you. Every bot failed you except him. You'll never know how much in that moment he wanted to offline Kup for being so careless with your life. Sure, he couldn't have known, but something deep within Rod's processor, his spark—his very being―knew being separated from you would have deadly consequences.

He only left your side when he thought he could help Prime, but Optimus died, and he can't help but blame himself for not being enough. He's not enough to win anyone's affections or praise, but he promises one day he will be.

He refuses to leave your side throughout the trip. Kup has been somewhat calmed by his competence and allows him to cling to you. So many Autobots have already been lost. They don't need more, especially not you.

He's overbearing in an anxious way that is masked by his boyish confidence. He jokes with you in order to keep your spirits up, but his plating bristles whenever they encounter a new challenge. He's quick to put himself in between you and whatever threat may be ahead. Whether it be underwater monsters or the cruelty of the Quintessons.

He doesn't know how much more he has to learn before he can finally have you in his servos. It squeezes at his spark. If you only listen to him, then you'll be okay. He can protect you. Why can't you see that? Why do you insist on being independent? He can't risk you, damn it all!

And when facing Galvatron deep within Unicron, the only thing on his processor is you. Till all are one, but he needs to be one with you. Standing in front of him is the greatest threat to that future, and something slides in place inside of him. It's like the click of a lock. Suddenly he doesn't feel quite like himself anymore: older, stronger, more worthy—but for better or for worse, these feelings multiplied as soon as he touched the Matrix.

He obtained the Matrix and lit them in their darkest hour, but he wouldn't have survived this far if it wasn't for your aid. He can't help but question if you will accept him in this new form. He has won over Kup, saved Cybertron, and brought them into a new age—but still, will you love Rodimus Prime as he cared for you as Hot Rod?

𝚈𝚊𝚗. 𝙶1 𝙾𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 (𝚠/ 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐)

A mere squishy organic ruined his plans! You fooled Bruticus and caused the Decepticons to lose their fight against the Autobots. How were you able to defeat pure tactical brilliance with your tiny, idiotic mind!? Naturally he must kidnap you so he can learn your weaknesses and further account for the anomaly that is the humans of Earth.

The Combaticons will not be so easily vanquished again.

All you did was a simple bait and switch. When combined the Combaticons are dumber than a box of rocks. You've lasted longer trying to get through Dragon's Lair at the arcade than Bruticus has in battle. Kidnapping is scary and all, but you're more worried about the fact that you'll miss out on all of your favorite programs. The Autobots and Decepticons remind you of Voltron in a way. Maybe that's why you aren't as scared. The Autobots are the good guys, so they'll save you, right?

Not exactly. You aren't on the Autobot's roster of humans, and Onslaught is determined to keep you a secret from them. One missing human isn't exactly on their radar, considering they have the Decepticons trying to destroy Earth almost every day.

Megatron doesn't quite care as long as Onslaught doesn't let his pet do anything foolish. At first Megatron was strongly against the idea, but after seeing how appalled Starscream was at your presence, he let Onslaught keep you.

There's a learning curve because the other Combaticons want to play with you in ways that would certainly lead to you offlining. In human words, they'd accidentally kill you. This leads to him being exposed to you more than he'd like. He's forced to get used to organics because if he lets you out of his sight, one of the members of the gestalt could ruin his research. He's so fixated on you that it pisses him off. He despises what you are but is also strangely intrigued by you.

You're constantly bombarded with inquiries. The expectation is that you'll answer each one honestly and with a lengthy explanation if there is a lengthy explanation to give. He pokes and prods at your body, both eager and disgusted to learn what secrets lie within you.

He's private with this time. It isn't so much out of respect to you as it is that he needs a calm and silent work environment. He also comes to learn that the naked human body is considered an intimate thing. He isn't quite ready to share that or you in general with his fellow Combaticons, especially not the wet and lewd noises he manages to drag out of you when he fingers you. You seem much more vulnerable after certain activities, which leads him to perform them more often so he is able to get better results.

He gets more attached to you than he'd like. He asks for your input when he is planning. He expends resources on making sure you are somewhat comfortable. He defends you against some of the more unsavory Decepticons. He goes as far as planning hits on members if they step out of line and casually discussing it within the ranks of the Combaticons. It becomes commonplace to keep you safe and not play too rough.

He begins to see you as part of not only the Combaticons but also the gestalt as a whole. You're becoming too close to him. You're becoming too important to them. You are neither a Cybertronian nor a Decepticon. You are human, and that is an unforgivable thing.

He'll need outside help. The Insecticons. He has to exchange energon for their help, well, specifically Bombshell's. He knows how much that mech enjoys playing with minds. More importantly, Bombshell has been refining a cyberforming technique that Shockwave created. Bombshell has been practicing turning humans into Cybertronians so he can have more leverage against Megatron and the Autobots.

Onslaught will make sure Bombshell plays right into his servos. They work together closely, much more closely than either of them would like. Onslaught is incredibly paranoid that Bombshell will kill you during this process. It's long, requires skilled servos, and is incredibly painful. However, it does allow you to keep your human shape.

Onslaught has Bombshell cyberform you only some. He wants you to consider yourself so hideous that you won't want to leave. He wants you to know that the Combaticons are the only real, what's the word, family you'll ever have. You're his favorite creature to study with optics instead of those weak human eyes, a Cybertronian-made spark, a specially made spine, and reinforced plating around your more delicate parts.

Other things were exchanged from flesh to metal, but by far his favorite part was giving you the part you were missing. He doesn't exactly know the names of human genitalia, but you were missing either a valve or a spike, so he simply gave you both. Personally made by him. He even learned enough about the process to install these parts into you himself. They're perfectly made to fit with the Combaticons' interfacing gear. You may be tiny, but at least now you're adjustable. Breeding may also be possible. That's a possibility that he'll be able to think on when he has a moment. In fact, it is one of his favorite things to plan.

Is this the foolishness Megatron was describing? Perhaps. An irregularity turned mate―how fortuitous.

𝚈𝚊𝚗. 𝙶1 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 (𝚠/ 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐)

In saving you from the Decepticons, you became part of the Autobots' ranks alongside the other organics they've picked up over their time on Earth. You became somewhat of his assistant. You make his job a lot easier when it comes to handling small machinery and ordering human-based parts. You also go along with some of his half-cocked ideas. You aren't as judgmental as some of his comrades. When things don't work out, you encourage him to try again. You're at least three-quarters of the reason why Wheeljack is able to save the Autobots' aft at the last moment so many times.

At first he thinks his processor is just bugged. Elevated biostats and a warm feeling in his spark whenever he sees you must mean he's contracted something. Ratchet's results state otherwise. The medic cautions him to distance himself from you until they find the root cause and the solution for Wheeljack's anomalies. He blows up at Ratchet (metaphorically), nearly getting into a physical altercation with him. He didn't mean to, and he's mad at himself after. Why did he react so strongly to the thought of lacking your presence?

You aren't Cybertronian. It isn't like he can bond with you. Yet he grows curious about human courting rituals. The longer he thinks about it, the more he accepts that he may have fallen for a human.

Some of the others within their ranks have had fragging sessions with humans, so why can't he have a relationship with one? It isn't exactly allowed, but Prime doesn't kick out any bot that's caught having relations with one of your people. For Primus's sake, Seaspray fell in love with that alien humanoid creature. These feelings he has shouldn't be so taboo.

It's just the nature of the thoughts. They're darker than he'd like. He's a mad scientist, but he isn't a mad scientist. He isn't anything like Shockwave or any other of those Decepticons! Still, he can't help but feel like he's gone too far before he's even begun.

Before fully accepting his feelings for you, he tests out various gadgets on himself to try and make it stop. He just needs to tone down this consuming possessiveness that's been growing unchecked like a patch of Morphobots. If anything, shocking, poking, and proding himself only solidifies his infatuation with you.

It's a good thing he has his mask, or you'd surely see how blue his lower faceplate gets when around you. You can tell that Wheeljack is acting off but not too much. It must be stress. He's been more, for lack of a better word, clingy lately. He keeps making up excuses to get you to stay in his lab. He's made a place for you to rest and even offers his own berth to you if that's more comfortable. You think he's just being protective, not knowing that it's customary for bots to court by inviting their possible conjunx to recharge on their berth. Sleeping in another human's bed can be completely platonic. You have no reason—you actually do have reason—to assume otherwise.

He asks you to keep it on the down low. Apparently there are some regulations he's skirting around by being so gracious to you. You're honored that he's willing to bend the rules for you. You're apprehensive about the possibility that one day he could choose to break all of them.

He attempts to court you through the things he's learned through your television shows and magazines. They have their own Wheeljack twist to them and half the time backfire, like the time he attempted to gift you metal flowers he welded himself. He forgot that humans have a greater sensitivity to heat. The metal was still too hot for you; you burned yourself. You don't know how much he wanted to offline himself after that.

Wheeljack is too loyal to the Autobot cause to attack anyone in it, even if he feels a festering jealousy when you choose to spend time with other bots instead of him. However, he (mostly) has free rein on how he wants to treat the Decepticons. He has some "fun" tools in the works for the Autobots to use on those Deceptislaggers. Some of the others become concerned. His new inventions are a little bit off. They're far more cruel in nature. It's borderline excessive, especially after the Decepticons capture you as ransom.

None of them had ever seen Wheeljack so distraught. He was downright terrifying, muttering to himself about all the atrocities he would commit when he got his servos on the cons who planned this. Prime ordered him to get put into stasis until Ratchet could fix him. Wheeljack panicked. He wouldn't be able to see you again. He wouldn't know if you were safe. You could get a conjunx and have a human sparkling while he was in stasis. You could die while he was getting worked on.

No, no, no. He'll get out of this and then figure out how to extend your lifespan! You only live for a little while. He surely can find a solution to that! Some elixir or even transporting your consciousness into a cold constructed frame like he did with Spike that one time. As interesting as that thought is, he likes you, human. There has to be some way to keep you as you but make you have a lifespan that mirrors Cybertronians.

First, he has to deal with Ratchet. He pushed back on Prime's order a little but gave in pretty easily. Optimus almost found that suspicious. Wheeljack is a good bot down to his spark, though, so Optimus trusts that he just wants to get better.

Instead, he assaults Ratchet, ensuring that all his tests will return normally. He tweaks Ratchet's memory components so his medic friend will believe he is a-okay. He feels sorry about messing with his buddy like this, but he has to. It's for you.

"Ah! Frag—!" Blitzwing's face was whirlwind of black, blue and red, changing so fast. You could tell he was struggling from your glossa on his spike.

You hummed at the thought of of having this much power of the big scary 'con. After all, you were puny little Autobot, an insect even as Blitzwing had told you once. That apparently didn't stop him from doing this with an insect. You snickered at the thought.

Or tried.

Blitzwing's thick spike was currently sheathed all way down your intake, you could feel it throb in your throat even. It laid on your glossa as you slowly pulled your helm back till only his tip was inside your mouth. Even his tip was stretching your poor mouth, wouldn't be able to speak for a while.

Oh, what would bossbot think if he saw his precious teammate doing this?

"M-Mein Primus!" The con settled on the random persona as he moaned.

You began kissing his tip and all the way down his spike, it was an enormous thing, black with beige underside and beautiful purple biolights.

You looked up at the con. Normally, he'd be vocal and insulting but now he looked content with life.

"Cat got your glossa Blitzbrain?" You muttered, emphasising the nickname.

Quickly he turned red

"Shut up! You little insect— I'll show you!" Hothead shouted.

Next thing you know, he was ramming his spike down your throat and basically using your helm as a toy to get him off.

You groaned as his rough treatment made your valve clench on nothing, you could feel yourself get even wetter.

Too soon, you felt him stall inside you. Your faceplate flush against his pelvic plating as you felt hot spurts of transfluid down your throat.

"Swallow Autoscum" Hothead was glaring at you through his visor.

Swallow you did.

Off with pop you went as came off his spike.

"Same time next week?"

"Frag off!" Was the only thing Blitzwing said

[Blitzwing]

Blitzwing had been on a mission to locate another Allspark fragment for Megatron, searching the forested area before the Autobots arrived, when he came across a small human, while not unusual or anything he would’ve even given a second thought to, he had noticed that this human had scars.

He was intrigued by the scarred human, and before they could even run, he grabbed them, holding them up to his face as he tilted his head, analyzing the injury on their face.

Icy found himself fascinated and rightfully curious of this person and their scars, he wanted to know what caused them, he couldn’t help but wonder what it was, the logical choice was shrapnel scarring, perhaps from something hitting their face.

Hothead thought the scars were badass, and like Icy, he wanted to know the story behind them, though he did assume that the scars were from something like a military wound.

Random on the other hand had started poking their face, all around curious about the little human squirming in his servo, though he took his assumptions to the extreme, thinking the injury was from a mine explosion.

When the human in his grip blurts out the real reason after some pestering, Blitzwing was surprised that the true cause was merely a car crash. Hothead felt a bit disappointed that it hadn’t been something cooler while Icy accepted the answer without question, and Random started asking about details, wanting to know if it was gory.

[Swindle]

Swindle was back on Earth to sell goods to both Decepticons and Autobots alike for some cash, as any good business mech would! Which is when he came across just an interesting little organic, he found the scars on this human fascinating. He wasn’t aware that humans could scar so brutally, approaching them despite their initial instinct to run.

Swindle crouched down after corralling them near a wall, pointing towards the scars on their face and mentioning his fascination with them. They were reasonably terrified of the situation but when he suddenly went into a spiel, trying to sell them some weird device that would supposedly remove scars, their worries deflated, though they doubt whatever that thing is would work on something that wasn’t metal.

Given Swindle’s experience and existence in and through a war, he had assumed this person was a soldier or former soldier, maybe they were a businessman like himself and the scars were from a deal gone wrong! So he asked about the scars, how they got them.

When he was told that the scar was from a car accident he was surprised, how could a scar like that be from something as simple as a car crash, at least, that’s his opinion.

[Longarm Prime]

Longarm was visiting Earth for once alongside the rest of the Elite Guard, checking in on the repair crew that was accepted as heroes in the planet, though he was far more anxious given his true nature as a Decepticon, but when he was introduced to the humans, one intrigued him the most, the one with a scar on their.

He had many different thoughts about the scarring on their face, anytime he was around them, he subtly asked about the scars on their face whenever he had the chance.

When he initially saw the scars, he had assumed that they were from some accident, they certainly didn’t seem to be from a purposeful act, yet he’d rather ask rather than assume the worst.

Longarm nodded along as they told him the true reason behind their scars, the car accident that had caused it, and he accepted the answer without further question, though he found it rather interesting how easy humans scar.

[Soundwave]

Soundwave was trying to locate the Autobots base, per Megatrons orders, and had found them in the process as they seemed to have a close relationship to some of the humans the Autobots were around, and he relayed that information to Megatron, in turn, causing their capture while they were out running errands one day.

He didn’t react to their scars when they were brought aboard the Nemesis, he knew about the scars, he was unaware of the cause of them, but he’s seen a plethora of injuries in his time.

Soundwave would’ve analyzed them and looked into the cause while they were being interrogated by both him and other Decepticon officers.

Though he was surprised that the real reason behind their scars was only a car crash, he would’ve expected something more drastic, like military service, or perhaps an accident while with the Autobots.

[Ratchet]

Ratchet had found himself in a very awkward situation, he had thought he was alone while he was looking for some stuff to upgrade the rather minimal tech in the base, human technology was so primitive compared to theirs, but when he transformed a light backlit him, and turning around he was met by a human with a flashlight. Not what he wanted to find.

He hadn’t even noticed the scars at first because he was trying to think of what to do, what to say, but when they moved the flashlight, no longer blinding his optics, he saw the scars, and his medical mind started to run wild, crouching down to ask about it when he managed to ease them of their shock.

He would’ve assumed something like a military injury would’ve caused such a scar, he’s seen similar ones during the war back on Cybertron, though, with how easy humans can get hurt, it could’ve been from anything.

But when he was told that the scar only came from a car accident, he was surprised. He knew that they could be dangerous, June told him enough stories in the ER for him to know, but this only helped to solidify it in his mind.

[Optimus Prime]

Optimus was introduced to them through Agent Fowler, as they were assigned to help the kids learn their way of dealing with the Government now that they were involved with the Autobots, and while he was very polite when greeting them, thankful for their help, he did find himself curious about the scars.

He was initially concerned when he saw the scar across their face, it was rather large, yet he was curious, and wanted to know the story behind them, and he was polite in asking, he didn't want to possibly offend them, by accident.

Given their connection to Fowler and the government, he’d assume that they had gotten the scar through an accident or injury as a soldier, but he does ask, expressing what he assumes the scar is from.

Optimus was surprised to hear that the scar was not only the worst scar they have on their body, but that it wasn’t even from the military, just a car accident. He wasn’t aware vehicle crashes could cause such an extreme scar without further damage.

[Shockwave]

Shockwave had found them, though he wasn’t looking for a human, but he found them while tracking a predacon fossil, which happened to be on their property, he would’ve gone about his search, ignoring the human, if it weren’t for the scar over their face.

He was intrigued by the scars, he’s never seen a human bear such extreme injuries, not without dying from what he’s witnessed during his time on this planet, humans were such weak little creatures yet this one has a massive scar on their face.

Shockwave assumed the damage on their face that the cause had to be from head trauma of something either slamming into them or slicing their skin. It was so odd to him, he viewed humans as insignificant creatures and yet…this one fascinated him.

He found the real reason when he was poking and prodding them after grabbing them before they could escape back indoors, he wasn’t particularly surprised that the true cause was a car accident, he could see it happening, it was only logical.

[Heatwave]

Heatwave was dragged along to help someone move into Griffin Rock, and because Cody and the rest of the Burns family wanted to introduce themselves, it was a small town after all. Though he wasn’t particularly interested, he did need to know a new face in case of rescue.

He was caught off guard when they met up with them at their new house, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t the scars on their face, but everyone else was seemingly aware.

His mind would race with different assumptions about the scarring on their face, where it could’ve come from, what happened to them. He wanted to assume that it was from military service with how much he wanted to join Optimus with fighting the Decepticons.

But he was surprised when Kade waved him down and corrected him despite him not even saying anything, Kade just knew the look he was giving, but he was told that the scar was from a car accident a few years back. A car accident could do that to a human, Heatwave hadn’t seen one that bad before, the thought was horrifying.

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