I like to imagine how the bots react to humans just going down to town on fruits/meat as we eat them with very little to none tables manners (it would be in a setting where bots have kidnapped the human and keep them in an enclosure) and they leave them food and fruits after forgetting to feed them for the past 36 hours because they are still getting used to humans having to eat every few hours or else they die.
Which makes it funnier if they leave them the food (let's say a dragon fruit and steak) and they come to check on the human after a few minutes to see the human staring at them like this
The sight alone is enough to make a grown mech leak oil down their panels as they try to figure out if that pinkish red stuff on their mouth is some poor organic life form that managed to somehow sneak it's way into the enclosure and ended up in the human's mouth, "by primus, what's that in your mouth,SPIT IT OUT NOW!!" As they try to wrestle the steak out of your mouth, as they shake you like how a preschooler shakes their hamster.
Only to see the peels of the dragon fruit laying down beside the piece of steak that you had been busy tearing into with your teeth after having been starved on accident by them
Said bots would be worried about the chance of you tearing into their neck cables if they do forget to feed you (they deadass forget they are made of metal) like idw rodimus, drift, brainstrom, tfo sentinel, most of starscream's versios, last but not least Megatron in almost all continuities with the skybound one being where either of you go at the other's throat and you being a human is NOT a free pass, cause you getting chomped.
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Another expansion to the au where humans are a new species introduced to the pet market under the belief they’re a non sentient race. They become the trendy exotic pets in cybertronian culture.
Warnings: some valveplug 🔞
Rodimus
- paid way too much for you when off ship. Like way way too much. None of it was technically his own money though. I’ll give you one guess where he got the funds.
- dresses you up as a mini him, in a full commissioned cosplay which is the equivalent of lingerie with a helmet and decorative armour. What? (Your soft skin is just too precious to actually hide under a full armour set. That’s the only reason) Calls you miniRod. Did it initially as a joke because he thought it would be adorable but immediately started jerking it the first time he saw you in it.
- The crew is constantly asking where the supply funds for the month went and Rod just sends back photos of you with whatever new (insanely expensive) thing he’s gotten you this time.
- Has absolutely tried to pop you down at meetings to “stand in” for him when he’s “busy”. The other bots sigh, looking down at the tiny human smiling and waving at them, dumb and clueless as to what’s going on.
- Makes up a little theme song for you he sings whenever he pops you in front of someone. You sway along happily. It’s good you don’t know how condescending and explicit the lyrics are.
- Whenever he’s on a call, he’s playing with you in his palm, thumb stroking over your body or grinding you against the tip of his spike. I’d love to say he keeps you off camera but he probably doesn’t, not like they can’t hear the whimpers and wet noises. If someone complains he calls discrimination and files paperwork to have you officially recognised as a a concentration and productivity aid.
- You’re the LL mascot, whether the crew likes it or not. You have found the ship tannoy system and you like to babble down it and hear your voice echoing through every room, day or night. He’s never been so proud. He thinks it’s improving moral.
- Absolutely human valve/spike pilled. Doesn’t even care about the whole sentience debate. His decision making went as far as “wow this feels fucking great so it must be right”
- Puts you down and gets distracted, leaving you there alone, all the time. You’ve been left on his desk, in the meeting room, on the bar, and just about everywhere else at some point. Thankfully one of the other bots usually finds you just staring up at them like this
and most of them take pity enough to babysit until Rod remembers he’s missing something, even if they sigh and grumble about it. He’ll try casual about it. (Just know they’re only doing it for your benefit, not his.) Of course he knew where you were, duh. He didn’t and he has been running around looking for you for the last hour.
- One time he can’t find you and it’s been days now. brainstorm manages to find your heat signature behind inside one of the ship walls. He activates a ship wide emergency (it absolutely was not authorised to be used for this scenario) and it becomes a whole mission to cut you out.
- There’s so many stupid ways you would die. A) You fall and he’s mid catching you when he notices a bit of energon on his lip. He stops to wipe it off. B) He reads that you need UV light like a plant and puts you in a glass under an industrial lamp and comes back to you shrivelled to a crisp. C) The ships under lockdown with an active battle taking place and you’re wandering through the corridors with a spoon and half a ration bar, trying to find him because to because you’ve ran out of peanut butter and as usual he’s nowhere to be found. The list is endless
Whirl
- probably found you skittering around. Who knows how you got there. Literally the equivalent on finding a rat in the basement and keeping it as your shiny new (feral) pet.
- You bite him when he tries picking you up, probably growling and hissing. Tried spitting on that big yellow peeper. He has heart eye(s) and decides in that moment that he’s keeping you.
- Chases other bots around with you in his hand, while you yell and squirm, threatening that when he catches them, his little human is going to burrow into their plating and chew through their wires.
- Has no idea about humans in general but makes up lies to others just to horrify them about how you bite the heads off of your own babies if left alone with them, you detonate like a grenade is scared enough, and you live on a diet of mesh and metal alone. Riptide is terrified and has so many nightmares. Starts seeing Rung because of it.
- Initially would be just terrible. Likes to pin you down just to watch you squirm. Likes to hold you high while slowly loosening his grip to see the fear in your eyes as you scrabble to grip to him. You’re cute and friend shaped and it makes him hate you. Is it hate? He doesn’t know because he can’t bring himself to ever actually kill or seriously maim you.
- Over time he’s treatment would soften somewhat. The resentment sparked from your softness and dependence would slowly morph into a more protective tenderness. That doesn’t mean you will register it as such though
- suffers from unbearable cuteness aggression. Uses you like a squeaky toy in his pincers and likes to rotates his wrist while cooing “weee” at you as you’re subjected to near G-Force speeds. If it looks like you’re going to puke holds you over someone else’s helm to do it.
- For enrichment he puts you in a glass of water with another on top and shakes you like a margarita. It’s surprisingly fun tbh.
- it goes without saying that he’ll also use you as an excuse to commit chaos. “Hey, meat, i think you’re telling me to unpin this grenade and throw it into that storage closet.” You’re blinking up at him, eyes flicking to the grenade in his hand with terror. “Welp that settles it, you always have the best ideas.”
- I actually don’t see you dying with Whirl. I think you’d be the cockroach in the situation. You shouldn’t be alive (countless times over) but here you are sitting, munching on some crackers, and swinging your legs from your perch on his tiddies.
- He gets depressive bouts and it means you’re left to your own devices while he lies there, unmoving enough to convince you he’s offline. Will make himself get up to tend to your needs eventually but terrorises you (“playfully”) for it just to get the bust of whatever their equivalent of dopamine is it gives him.
- Loves fisting his spike with you in his hand or placing you on top of it to see if he can slide you down onto just the tip. You make out sloppy with the fluid outlet on top and it’s a game to you to ride that thing like a fireman’s pole while he giggles and puts you back on top to go again. Just shoves you right into his spike to feel you squirm around in there (certified freak). Pulls you out covered in his sticky fluids and probably dunks you in a cup of water to clean you off and tucks you into your nest with a little “kiss” goodnight (he bumps his head into and it always hurts)
- Has no qualms about fucking his pet especially since you clearly don’t possess the capacity to understand how disgusting and unfuckable he is. Who else would ever let him do this to them? He’s experienced the cruel hand of so called sentient and intelligent beings as they stripped him of his body and his worth and has decides he much prefers yours.
Megatron
- I’ve already covered Meg’s in another post but to reiterate: Probably took you to spite Rod, it definitely wasn’t out of pity or interest…nope. Sees you blinking up at him on the empty bar you’ve been left on for god knows how long…again, and finders keepers was enacted. That’s his human now.
- Trauma dumps, speaks through ideas, and tells you about his day. You obviously don’t understand a word but you curl up against his arm or hand, staring up at his mouth as it moves, sometimes falling asleep. Pretends any noises you make are very sound advice or philosophical interjections.
- Big guard dog energy. Won’t stand to have anyone mess with you or make crude remarks about you.
- Lets you wrestle his finger while he works, often ended with you pinned to the desk by it until you tap out.
- Sleeps with you on him, listening to your heartbeats and breathing. You become a certified emotional support pet and you’re going everywhere with him now.
- Another cuteness aggression victim. Where whirls is more to just have you squeak and squirm, megatrons leans more into the “I need to squeeze you until you explode or chew you to paste” side of things and it scares him because he would never actually hurt you.
- Writes (bad?) poetry about you and how he assumes you must see the world.
- All of your puppy dog eyes, and whining, and desperation would slowly break down his resolve. You’ll break it eventually. One day he just pops you down next to his spike and just lets you do whatever you want to him. Loves every second of it and the line is long crossed and far behind him. The guilt eats him alive but he just cant stop.
- If you die this dramatic mf is probably ending it right there and then (jk. Kind of)
Swerve
- saved up just to get his own human. It was the best day of his life.
- spams the chat with so many pictures of you. One of those pet owners who is taking pictures and fawning every time you do anything at all. “Look how my human was sleeping today🥺” “swerve it looks the exact same as every other time you’ve sent this.” “No. Look. Their toes are all curled up in this one.” “Here’s one of it now. Look at them gulping that water, getting all hydrated.”
- The bar is plastered in photos of you and selfies of you guys together.
- Mimics the noises you make back at you. Fully convinced he has learned to speak human. He hasn’t.
- Always hated being smaller than the others but now he’s thanking primus above because he. Can. Fit. Inside. Of. You. The universe has a plan for him all along.
- Often cums before he can even get it inside of you but don’t worry that just means you can sit on his face for as long as you want. Sentience isn’t something he can even bring himself to consider. He’s too busy drowning in that sticky human lubricant.
- You’re safe with this one and your only true threat is the copious amounts of energon and engex around. someone (whirl) probably plops you into a glass of energon and you are brought to ratchet who sends a reminder to everyone he is NOT a vet and did not go through extensive training and battlefield experience to treat peoples exotic pets.
Nautica
- buys a full terrarium for you and one of the only bots who wouldn’t just carry you around everywhere off the bat. Wants to see you in something close to your natural habitat which she has tried to research extensively.
- Likes to sit at her desk and watch you go about your business and grows concerned when you seem unsure what to do and stare back through the glass at her, instead of sharpening sticks and climbing trees. She thought humans came from a forested dirt planet. What’s wrong with it? She read there was a lot of water so maybe you’re aquatic?
- Notices you seem to be lonely and feels guilty because she doesn’t know what to do to help. She’s lonely too, so decides you can help each other and will regularly brings you out to play together and socialise.
- Her exploration of your body starts as just clinical curiosity. You’re so similar to her from your build to your face and expressions, and you have a valve/spike too just like cybertronians? Sparks a deep curiosity in her about if there is come kind of common ancestor or something.
- Knows humans have natural sexual needs and supplies you with lots of toys to account for that. Doesn’t know why you look horrified when your giant robot owner starts handing you dildos and vibrators. Maybe you just prefer using your hands like you do when you think she isn’t watching? Will assume you’re maybe just not the brightest and will start helping you along and showing you how to use them. (Nautica ily)
Riptide
- probably doesn’t even question why you’re standing in his room (someone definitely found you and didn’t want to take responsibility caring for you and his room was the closest). Shrugs and guesses he owns a human now. The universe truly works in mysterious ways.
- regularly posts questions about you to the LL group chat like it’s google. Only receives (deliberately) wrong answers. At least nautica is trying to help (even if she’s also wildly often wrong)
- begins asking nautica for information on humans and immediately jumps on the fact the your planet has so much water. You’re aquatic and nobody is telling him any different.
- If you don’t know how to swim your life expectancy has dramatically decreased. Made the mistake one time of thinking it was a stroke of genius to leave you overnight to recharge in a container of water and was traumatised finding you the next morning.
- following this, buys a tiny inflated life jacket and makes you wear it all the time, even when you’re nowhere near any water which is most of the time. You stopped trying to take it off because he panics when you do and hey, you can fall asleep with your head resting on it. It’s comfy.
- Likes to cruise around in the water with you on him when he gets the chance. Ahh, just like home, huh little buddy? You usually have no idea what’s going on or why you’re now inside a speedboat but it’s ok.
- It doesn’t matter how many people try to explain to him you don’t speak cybertronian, he absolutely believes they’re just shy. Crouches down and stares at you waiting for the day you finally talk back to him. “It’s ok little guy. You can talk to me. Take all the time you need.”
- When he finally catches you touching yourself he will apologise profusely and is so flustered. “Sets the mood” by dimming the lights and turning on some music for you. Proceeds to just stand there with his hands over his eyes. He definitely isn’t peeking through the comically big gaps he’s left over both optics.
Brainstorm
- Gets you for dirt cheap. He takes one look at you and thinks ‘that little thing is a fleshy juice box full of scientific discovery”
- Gets attached when after watching him grow increasingly agitated, rewiring and fiddling with his latest invention to get it to turn on again, you realise you know exactly what to do. This is your time to shine. As any intelligent homosapien would, you walk up to it and kick it as hard as you can. It turns on immediately. He instantly imprints.
- Now when anything breaks, he summons you to do your thing (to varying success) documents as a point of significant interest that humans appear to have an instinctual inclination to attempt to fight metal objects. Fascinating.
- Publishes his findings on your behaviours but not to the result you would hope for. Anyone responding to said research claiming that this is clear evidence of sentience is shut down by him immediately. Complex problem solving and tool use? Learned behaviours to gain nutritional based rewards. Being given the middle finger and yelled at when he took something from you? Simple mimicry from observation. The time they tried to get him to touch their valve/spike? Attention seeking and bond building behaviour to secure protection and trust. Mocks sentience truthers by stating they’re simply anthropomorphising their pets like idiots.
- In a similar vein, his idea of enrichment is akin to psychological torture. Builds you complex puzzles and smugly states your inability to solve them is further proof of your inferior cognitive functioning. No other bot on the ship could solve these puzzles even held at gun point.
- Builds you a 3 story fully operational mini habsuite filled with automated gadgets and operation systems that probably break several intergalactic laws. Exhausted by the fact you prefer to sit in a box filled with packing peanuts to watch him work.
- Will you survive brainstorm? Probably not. Will this freak no doubt have found a way to clone you or your brain to find a way to keep bringing you back? Unfortunately for you probably.
- Let alone risk to yourself under his ownership, let’s not forget the list of intergalactic crimes you’ve unknowingly amassed. You pushed one of his stupid things off the table because he said no to more treats. It was a quantum destabiliser and you’ve just imploded countless other dimensions. The electronics you helped him wire? That caused the genocide of a sentient bird race.
- Would not lower himself to frag a mere animal. All your attempts to stimulate yourself or try to have him aid you are met with morbid fascination though and it has his evil science brain lit up like a Christmas tree.
Perceptor
- you were given to him by brainstorm as a white elephant gift. He thought it would be funny but lo and behold, now perceptor has gotten insanely attached.
- Researches everything extensively before allowing you to interact with it. Has read 17 different articles before handing you a blanket. Scanning the ph of your water 3 times (just to be sure) before you can drink it. Before any other bot is allowed to handle you, they have to fully decontaminate their servos under his supervision.
- Rewards every single thing you ever do with sugary treats. It’s definitely promoting bad habits (and weight gain). You yawn? “Look at my little human showing their denta to ward off predators. Good job!” you begin stealing little objects you can carry? “Ah you’re showing off your catching and hoarding instincts. Very good!” You bite a mech? “What a fearsome predator. Wonderful defensive display!” Will defend anything you ever do as you’re “completely innocent and just following your instincts.”
- Watches you problem solve. Recognises the complex patterns in your vocalisation. Fascinated by your testing of boundaries and pattern recognition. Although he never once thought you were stupid, the level of intelligence emerging before him leaves him deeply troubled. Sits on this information for now because he doesn’t even want to consider the implications.
- Tries to always offer you choice and autonomy when he can. Lets you pick what you want to wear, eat, do with your day. It at least suppresses the growing guilt gnawing at him. Regularly reminds himself that if he doesn’t keep you, you’d just become a pet to someone else. Someone who doesn’t see in you what he does.
- A bot of morals. Would never act on his own desires or impulses but would let you rub and grind on his body and servos to see to your needs. It’s simply your biological requirements to seek a mate. Gives you a treat when you finish.
Skids
- never intended to end up with a human. He probably saw you being kept in terrible conditions at a market off the ship. The shopkeeper saw him looking and warned him you bite, refuse food, and urinate maliciously. They try to entice him with better specimens but he’s always had a soft spot for damaged, overlooked things.
- At first he feels awkward having you around. Doesn’t really know what to do with you or himself. You recognise the familiar dissociative and despondent episodes he has. You begin trying to tug on his servo and call out to him redirect him. You know how it feels to be alone worthless and when he sees the recognition there in your eyes - just two truly beings seeing each other, you have stolen his spark.
- Who’s the pet in this relationship? It’s unclear to the crew.
- You have to become a little demanding. You learn to (loudly) let him know you’re hungry, thirsty, tired, bored and so on. he’s learned quickly to interpret these demands and will meet all of them without delay. He’s trying his best but he gets forgetful about how many needs you have. He initially had reminders set to ping him regularly but he’s delighted that you seem more than able to keep him on task.
- He responds well to pointing. You point at something? He’s on it. You point at a door? Doesn’t matter where it leads he’s carrying you in to look. You point at a bot? He’s holding you up to their face to get a better look (no matter how uncomfortable they look at the surprise human almost nose to nose with them.) you point at a sign? He’s immediately reading it out to you slowly pointing to each word as he says it.
- Expects everyone else to comply with the pecking order. If you fall asleep at the bar he’s loudly shushing anyone making a sound while glaring. If you want something someone has he expects them to hand it over to you. If you try to interact with another bot he’s expecting them to give you attention back and dote on you.
- If you want to play with his spike or valve who is he to say no? Want him to touch you and make you feel good? He’s at your beck and call.
- Would sacrifice himself in a blaze of glory before he ever let anything even moderately uncomfortable happen to you. You’ll live forever. He’ll just not let you die. It’s not allowed. Manifests your immortality through sheer willpower alone.
- It’s truly your world and everyone else is living in it. Skids wouldn’t have it any other way.
Cyclonus/tailgate
- you were purchased as an emotional support animal for tailgate after much begging.
- This guy carries you around under your arms like a cat and pats your head to calm down. Cyclonus grunts at you and acts like he wants nothing to do with you. Makes tailgate promise to not say a word when he walked in on him scratching your chin and hand feeding you while cooing that you’re such a well behaved little fleshling.
- Throws a blanket over your head when they want alone time. Originally, cyclonus would open the door and just dump you outside while pointing down telling you to “sit. Stay.” But tailgate vetoed that when you’d shrugged and gone wandering instead, leading to a full panic attack from the small bot.
- As a present, cyclonus buys him the equivalent to one of those front facing baby carriers to carry you in which delights him to no end because now his hands are free for more petting at all times.
- Tailgate approaches cyclonus with a 15 slide PowerPoint presentation around the health and psychological benefits of using his pet for stress relief through interfacing. Cyclonus can’t say no to him. he’s occupying in the cuck chair long before he decides to join. Bonus if you try throwing the same blanket he uses for you at him one time. You’re immediately shut in drawer for mandated time out.
Rung
- Got you because he was curious to study first hand the psychology and mental capacity of these trendy new companions everyone wants. You immediately cause a catastrophic existential crisis in the poor guy.
- He begins flooding the web with extensive research and hypothesis. His conclusion? Adamant and immediate sentience truther. Argues tirelessly on forums with other good faith researchers and ragebaters alike. Screaming internally that nobody, not even his some of his own crew, is taking him seriously when he has the proof. It’s right in front of him staring at him on his desk
- Plies you with enrichment activities and treats you like a roommate rather than a pet. Sounds out cybertronian words, desperately trying to teach you to speak. when you eventually manage to say his name back to him, he cries. When he reads a comment of someone calling it simple mimicry behaviour (probably brainstorm on an anon account lmao) he wants to puke.
- Rung recruits Perceptor, Swerve, Dift, Skids, and Riptide (megs would attend but he just can’t bring himself to endure the constant human fragger allegations. He’s wallowing in enough shame as it is. Background supporter) to create the ships human sentience movement. They bring their pets together to socialise and discuss new interesting things they’ve noticed about their behaviour. They’ve dubbed it “OCO”. It stands for opposable thumbs. Complex emotions. Obviously sentient.
- Lets you help him build his model planes. His spark melts at your giggles when he lets out sit inside them and “flies” you through the air in his hand.
- Can’t sleep at night, thinking about the scenario that his people will never accept the truth, and equally the scenario of what will happen if they do
- Takes you to therapy sessions with him. Lets you doodle on his datapad throughout and can’t help but make eye contact with you when the bots aren’t looking. You’re grimacing and pointing a thumb at the sobbing mech. You can’t even understand them and you still seem to pick up on the fact that everyone here is insane and/or deeply traumatised. Yeesh. He nods back solemnly.
- Will absolutely not let you engage inappropriately with him. He’s just too aware of the psychological impact and power imbalance at play. It will make him feel so guilty when you try, a reminder that you have been stripped from your natural habitat and ability to find an appropriate mate. Sources you human porn to meet your needs. Absolutely has not watched it, while fisting his spike or teasing his valve, imagining you in their place.
Drift
- Sees you in someone else’s poor care and initiates a covert surprise adoption.
- Frankly disgusted by the people arguing against human sentience. Believes all living beings are deeply spiritual and sentient in their own unique way. No being is lesser than another in his eyes.
- On this note, if someone refers to you as an “it” in front of him, he’s fighting the urge to throw down. Will take the moral high road, pick you up, and take his leave. Apologises to you profusely for their lack of enlightenment
- Treats you like a little oracle. You sneeze? It’s a sign for him to stop and reconsider his current course. You fall over or become unsettled? It’s an omen and he becomes hyper vigilant for the rest of the day. You’re at peace napping on or nearby him, looking content? Its a reminder he needs to act as you do, and take time to pause and reflect.
- Similarly he sees you as a deeply spiritual and emotionally intuitive creature. If you take a disliking to a bot you meet he takes your lead. You must be recognising something dark within them. If you take to a bot, similarly sees this as confirmation they have a pure spark and good intentions. Life is the a changeable sea and he’s using you to navigate it like a magic 8 ball.
- Melts when you join him, crossed legged when he meditates. Would give up a limb to know what you think about during this time. When you eventually get bored and start prodding and pestering him, accepts this is simply the time to stop. You’re so wise, little one.
- Tries teaching you mantras. Chuckles while petting you enthusiastically when you try babbling them back at him badly.
- Sees his impure thoughts and urges about you as a divine given test of character and virtue. It terrifies him that he feels like it’s one he’s losing. When he eventually gives in, changes his mind and decides you were given to him with this purpose included, as nothing has ever felt as holy and sacred as having you writhing under his touch.
Ultra Magnus
- Confiscated paperwork from another bot and that apparently contained the rights to your ownership. As per legal protocol, assumes responsibility and ownership of you. It’s the right thing to do.
- ever served in the military? Now you have.
- Your life runs to the minute now. It’s your 6 hourly mandated nutritional intake time, my pet. open wide. It’s your hourly mandated hydration time, human. Drink it all now. Out of your nest right now, human, for have reached your allocated 8 hours of recharge for this day. You’re not moving out of your litterbox until you go, little one. The manuals state you should experience the urge to urinate every 4 hours and you’re an hour late now.
- It truly comes from a good place. He’s read so many manuals on human care that he simply must follow them to a T, lest you succumb to a myriad of ailments.
- Creates a rota for the crew of allocated babysitting times. Refers to this as your mandated socialisation and enrichment periods. Everyone has to sign an extensive documentation stating they take full legal responsibility for your wellbeing and safety while under their care and failure to comply with the above terms will be punishable by law. (Whirl is not included in the rotations.)
- To his horror he has to update this document to state that any form of sexual stimulation of human companions is a serious, punishable offence, no matter how much the human tries to initiate.
- Sometimes, though, he pretends not to notice when you rub on and grind against his servos. It’s the only rule he’s set that he will turn a blind eye to himself because he’d rather it be him than someone else with less integrity
- Sneaks you extra treats and lets you nap without waking you up when nobody is looking. It’s his little secret and he knows you’ll not tell on him (even if you could). Wow you’re turning this guy into a true rebel (/s)
Chromedome/rewind
- rewind begged and begged to get you. Chromedome is worried it’s all going to be too much time and effort
- He quickly becomes inseparable from you much to rewinds amusement
- Rewind, much like swerve, has entire databanks dedicated to you. Doesn’t post you to the group as often as swerve because he loves having them all to himself (and chrome of course)
- Rewind ends up being the one to tend to your needs the most. It’s therapeutic for him to see you thriving and doing well and knowing it’s because of them. Chromedome gets insecure and competitive when it comes to who’s your “favourite”
- They let you watch/ read through archives and amuse yourself on their console. They obviously don’t think you understand anything you’re seeing and just enjoy the sounds and colours from the footage. Your intense interest in the cybertronian logs is perceived as simple curiously in the shapes of the words. When you begin to make a habit of copying down the words you’re reading onto the datapad. Rewind has to give regular reassurance to chrome that this is just simple mimicry and he shouldn’t read too much into it.
- let you chill on the berth when they frag, neither that put off by your presence. If you ever try to join them, they begrudgingly let you lie on whoever is on the bottom, in the middle of the metal sandwich. You’re soaking in the distracted petting when they’re not too lost in the moment. There’s absolutely been “accidental” slips into the wrong (tight, wet human) hole.
Ratchet
- didn’t want a human. Has no need for a human. Doesn’t like humans. Too busy to care for a human
- Acquires a human. No doubt you were found injured and brought to him like roadkill after being half smooshed under a ped.
- Decides immediately he liked you better comatose and held dead. Now you’re better and causing too much stress for what you’re worth.
- You try keeping him company during his long nights, always eventually falling asleep leaning on his arm or servo. It makes his spark ache. Stopped trying to put you somewhere more comfortable because how upset it makes you. Figures you’re lonely and he could use the company anyway, as long as you behave.
- You start passing him tools and things on his desk to be helpful. He doesn’t even bother to look down as he takes them and mumbles “thanks” while giving you a single pat on the head. It encourages you to keep doing it thinking you’re being helpful. You’re not. He grows frond of it anyway.
- Talks you through what he’s doing because it helps him think. You look like you’re enjoying listening to him speak anyway.
- Doesn’t let anyone hold you or babysit you. He’s seen first hand how irresponsible the bots round here can be. You’re much safer with him.
- Let’s you explore round the medbay and do your own thing, grumbling that your wellbeing is your own responsibility. He’s always watching you out the side of his eye though, ready to intervene.
- Begins reading studies on the anatomy and physiology of humans and other carbon based life forms similar to you for fun. He’s absolutely horrified how complex but inefficient our systems are.
- Sprays you with a bottle with like a cat any time you try to “mate” with him or rub on him. Threatens to castrate you (he won’t though dw)
So many of these are stupid I’m sorry. This is what nightshift does to the brain. I’ll proof read this when it’s not 10am and I’ve slept
What do you think would happen if the bots started giving their humans yogurt tubes like one would give their cats a churu treat tube? 😭
🤣 oh goodness, I’m sure some of them would try
Soft AU-Human Bonding Activities
Brainstorm x Reader
• Rumbling as his head turns, he watches one of the caretakers walking with their human sparkling, the little one whining about being hungry. And the caretaker crouches and reaches into their bag, pulling out a thin tube and tearing it open to hold out to the youngling as the sparkling does an excited little dance and reaches for it. Clearing his vents as the little one opens their mouth and lets their parent feed them, he rumbles. And the human adult looks up, meeting his optics. “Hi?” They say uncertainly.
• Where is he? Always late if he even bothers to show up at all and when he does? Acts like he’s doing you some big favor. Pacing, you hear a scuff and turn, eyes immediately narrowing when he wiggles something pinched between his servos at you. “Look what I’ve got,” he growls and your eyebrows lift. Is that a freaking yogurt tube? Even with the mask hiding half his face, it’s obvious he expects some sort of reaction.
• Well, you’re not nearly as excited as he expected, but food is obviously part of human bonding. Has seen other humans sharing snacks before. Sitting together and talking. “Oh, yum,” you mutter, reaching up a hand and he mass shifts, holding the strange, food tube over your head out of reach. Making a face at him, you sigh as he tries to tear open the tube like that other human had. Intending to feed you.
• “I can open it myself,” you say. And you’re not nearly awake enough for whatever this is as he finally just tears it open with his denta. Holding the yogurt tube up to your lips, optics brightening. He does understand you’re capable of feeding yourself, right? Tempted to just walk away, you remind yourself that you’re supposed to play nice and keep him happy. Inhaling slowly, you open your mouth, playing along with him and letting him have his way.
• Smirking behind his mask when you let him hold the food tube to your lips, you look exasperated as you eat. But you’re letting him feed you. And it’s incredibly distracting watching your cheeks hollow as you suck whatever’s in that tube. Reminding him how soft and malleable humans are. Reaching out, he squeezes your cheeks in his hand and you rear back, swatting at his hand to make him chuckle. “You like those, huh? I can get you more. All the food tubes you want,” he growls and you exhale tiredly. ‘Gee, thanks.’
hi hi Revel!!!! I just got some goodies from the store delivered today 💙 I love buying from you it might become an addiction. I'm pretty sure this is the third time I've bought stuff so far. And I absolutely plan on buying more once Perceptor merch comes around. Brainstorm my beloved
Have you done colors for him yet? He's one of my absolute #1 favs and I hardly find any fics of him ESPECIALLY when it's smut 💔
Aww! I’m glad he arrived okay! I’m trying to put together a test Kickstarter for more enamel pin options, but it’s a lot lol 🔞 MDNI mass displaced mech 🌶️
Soft AU- Colors
Brainstorm x Reader
• Wings lifting slightly as he stares at you, he knew you were just playing hard to get. Making him work for it. Knew it. And there’s the proof. You’re in his colors, wearing his patterns. Spike stirring behind his plating as his biolights cycle and you notice, eyes drifting over him, he pushes up from the bench and flares his wings for you, plating lifting slightly. Do you have any idea how long he’s fantasized about this? About you? You’re always teasing and running. Winding him up and then not delivering.
• Oh, no. Is he peacocking? Watching his plating fluff up slightly, his biolights pulsing, and his wings up and straining, you’ve seen Cybertronians doing this before for their caretakers and you bite into the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing and offending him. It is absolutely adorable, though. Making you certain he likes the new work-mandated coveralls as he circles you, mass shifting to reach for your hand on the cart handle and he’s pulling you into his chassis. “I knew you’d come around eventually,” he growls, his voice so certain that you’re wearing this for him that you flush. Because as much as you enjoy messing with him, flirting and teasing, that voice does things to you.
• “What makes you think that?” You counter as his palm slides down your spine to curve possessively against your hip. Venting deeply, he smirks behind his mask. You can deny it all you want, but your scent is all heat and need. Servos of his other hand sliding against your throat as you lay your soft hands on his chassis, his head lowers. ‘Are you saying you don’t want me?’ He growls as his mask retracts and he can’t look away from your lips when they part. From the quick glimpse of the tip of your tongue that makes him wonder what that mouth would feel like under his, on his body. His spike.
• Can hear the challenge in his voice, see the calculation in his optics. Like he’s daring you to cry off and back down. Breath hitching when his hand slides to cup your butt and rock your hips against his, his smirk is pure provocation. Tempting you to deny him just for spite. “I can hear your fans. I’m not the one all hot and bothered,” you whisper, gripping his chassis to arch your body into his, lips a breath from his own as you hike your leg against his hip and he makes a very undignified and hungry sound that spins you tight.
• Little liar. You’re as affected as he is. Lips ghosting against yours in a teasing caress that’s not quite a kiss, he rumbles. “So why can I smell your heat?” He growls and he can feel your warm breath on him, the alien sensation shockingly intimate as his servos flex, squeezing your butt lightly and those eyes flash. Face brushing yours as you flush, he nips your bottom lip, spike pulsing behind his plating. “You can’t lie to me,” he adds and your mouth crashes against his, fingers catching at his plating for leverage. And he’s stumbling. Sitting awkwardly on your cart to send his energon barrel and wash bucket crashing onto the ground. Groaning as you straddle him, moving against him as you kiss him. How the frag does he get you out of those coverings?
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ft. megatron, optimus, tarn, chromia, shockwave, brainstorm, arcee
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megatron
he likes you on his chassis, especially when you’re tracing lines over his chest plating. he likes having an arm around you, strong digits wrapped around your waist. he’s a little uncomfortable, so he allows you to cushion him with pillows so that you don’t get horrific muscle pain from sleeping on an uneven, metal man.
you get to hear his spark whir when you’re like this with him, which is actually quite soothing. it’s like a personalised lullaby, a sweet hypnosis to carry you to sleep.
optimus prime
oh, he’s such a spooner. he prefers to be the big spoon because he loves wrapping you up in him, basically cocooning you with his frame. it reassures him, he knows it’s the safest place you can be. he doesn’t need to worry about breathing, so don’t worry about your hair getting in his face. if anything, he likes how it feels. he loves placing chaste kisses over your hair and head when you’re slotted so perfectly against him.
if you give him puppy dog eyes, he will (reluctantly) let you be the big spoon, but he worries about how bulky his frame is and how it’s probably uncomfortable for you, even if you adamantly deny it.
tarn
he likes it when you let him put his helm in your lap. he’d never ask for it outright, and he’d rather explode his own spark than let his team see him like that. but when you prompt him to settle over your thighs and give his helm gentle caresses when you whisper sweet nothings to him, he’s putty in your hands.
he’s such a pretty mech, so if he takes his mask off, you sometimes find yourself drawing gentle strokes over his features to admire them. it’s moments like those where tarn realises he would happily lay down his life for you.
chromia
chromia would like sleeping on your chest, she thinks your flesh is so comfortable and cushiony. she wants you to wrap both of your arms around her whilst you both rest, she feels so surrounded by love when you hold her like that.
she’s mindful that she might be a little heavy and uncomfortable, so she always checks that you’re doing okay.
shockwave
he isn’t really a cuddle person, he doesn’t see the point of it and therefore believes it’s illogical. he isn’t really into gestures of physical affection in the first place, but he can see that you want them.
this means that he’s started to hold your hand whilst he recharges and you sleep. it’s about as good as you’re going to get, for now. he doesn’t let go until he’s come back online, but he won’t deny that he is enjoying your physical touch.
brainstorm
he wants you to lay on him completely, like a blanket. he doesn’t move when he recharges, so there’s no risk of you getting hurt or rolled over onto. like with megatron, he lets you drape him in pillows and blankets so that it’s a slightly more comfortable cuddling experience for you.
he wraps his arm struts around you to essentially keep you pinned as he dozes off. there’s no chance you’re getting away from him until he’s come back online.
arcee
she likes it when you both lay on your sides, facing each other with legs tangled together. she puts a servo on your waist, sometimes reaching over to draw pictures on your skin.
she enjoys cuddling like this because it’s the prime position to lean over and give you a kiss whenever she likes. and she looooves your kisses, it really adds to the cuddling experience.
Another day, another mess with the lost light crew and their favorite human, only they're the ones left traumatized as they all managed to evade the new planet you all were staying at, only for things to go sideways...which resulted in the crew dispatched on the new planet to hide among the rubbish...
Liason!Y/n*Fell on top of trash alongside him*We seem to be in the clear. Are any of you hurt?
Rodimus: Yeah!, I got caught on top of the fence. Check out my Pede!
It's like Scratch City! How about you?
Liason!Y/n: I'm fine, except I was impaled on a metal pipe
Rodimus*Sees that indeed a metal pipe PIERCED your human thigh and recoils, looks away* Oh, my Primus!
As you look at him, the rest of the crew come over, hearing Rodimus' outburst, and the one to first notice you being impaled if Megatron even HE recoils but doesn't say anything till First aid appears next-
First Aid: Hey, is everyone ok-Oh, my Primus!
Liason!Y/n: It's gonna be fine
Rodimus*Looks again and winces and covers mouth to hold in energon*...Oh, my Primus!
The group transferred you WITH the pipe to a location, found your medkit in the fall ...poor bot who had to have you in their vehicle mode with your blood now inside em-
Liason!Y/n*Saw Neither Megatron, Rodimus, nor Brainstorm could handle seeing you like this and have their backs towards you, so you look at first aid. I'll need your assistance. You'll have to pull out the pipe
and stitch up the wound.
First aid: All right. This is gonna hurt. But I'm gonna get you
through it-Oh, PRIMUS, I'm gonna throw up into your cut-Ahhh, I saw inside of you, how are humans alive?!
Liason!Y/n*Pats his arm and with the same level-headed tone talks to him as you proceeded to do it yourself by removing the pipe* Okay, uh, I'll do the surgery, and, uh, you just breathe?, okay? We'll get you all through this~
Rodimus: Okay, Ugh, what was that sound? I did not like that squish sound!?
Liason!Y/n: The pipe has been removed, now...I'm sewing myself up, okay, this is almost over, sweeties. You're doing great!~Just keep talking. Keep talking!~
Megatron: Talking about what?
Liason!Y/n: Uh, tell me about uh...going back to the ship, hmm? You must be excited to see recharge in your rooms and see our buddies~
First aid: Very much, you know, we haven't seen each other
in a while, and what if it's weird?-Uhhh!
Liason!Y/n: Keep going, keep going, You're doing so well.
Why would it be weird? I mean, sure, we've been gone for a while, and the signal is weak in the comm links, but they are still sending Morse code to tell us they are still there~
First aid: I don't know-
Liason!Y/n: I'm sure it will be magical when you see our friends, and...guess what?
Trio: What?
Liason!Y/n*Sees them all turn to look at you* I'm done! I've sewn myself up!
Rodimus: Huh?
Liason!Y/n*Smiles at Rodimus*You did great, buddy, I'm proud of you!
Rodimus: I can't believe I did it! I'm so strong!
Megatron*Feels disappointed in his response to your injury*...
First Aid*Knows Ratchet & Ambulon will throw a wrench at him,and is already gonna start on getting his license to be a human doctor now*....
Brainstorm*Already scheduling a therapy for himself*...
They would not be able to handle the sound of your bones breaking or seeing the bone out...
“ stupid primus, stop picking on me ” transformers concubus au
cybertronian darling! x yan! transformers
nsfw (× dubious consent—nonconsensual in some parts)/valveplug/18+!
mtmte/idw
𖹭 brainstorm, tailgate, tarn
concubus! yan! brainstorm has never needed his concubus abilities to get him anywhere in life. still, they're an undeniable asset. make the product. get the money. wipe the buyer's memory if he thinks they'll snitch on him. he doesn't have any qualms about unabashedly taking what he wants from life forms. whether that be information or transfluid. he is also diffident of tender intimacy.
you were another mark. he was hurt, relatively so, and you helped. he was going to seduce (use) you, but something stopped him. your touch wasn't selfish. you risked your spark to help him. so he may as well humor you a little. use your resources, then wipe your pretty processor, as he's done to so many others.
he does. don't get it twisted.
but he comes back and is your savior now after getting you out of an impossible situation. your confused expression is so cute. it's almost like the one you make when you overload. he slips things into the conversation that are giveaways. this new mech knows things about you that he shouldn't. if you ever get too wise, he'll lull you into complacency again.
he tells himself that all he's doing is settling a score—a debt you forced him to have by virtue of being you.
however, his servos grab at you needily, intent on not letting go until he's had his fill. your soft touch is what he craves. it's what he'll erase everything else in your life but him for. he's never wanted like this. like a malfunctioning machine that needs one more turn to get its final cog in and working. he wonders if this is how his victims feel. more importantly, if you feel his way towards him.
you become his travel companion. and his favorite test subject. at the very least, the inventions he tests on you are for your pleasure, not pain (most of the time.) he has to keep you in line somehow. making you a perfect subby masochist is how he does it. keeping most of your memories intact has proved more useful to him, so he'd rather not continue to tweak your circuits.
he's the best of the best. he has no reason to be nervous about accidentally erasing the part of you that he's (in love with)—that he finds advantageous.
there's nothing better than entering his lab and finding you being fragged silly by something he created with his two talented servos. nothing could ever be as good as the real thing, his spike, but your arousal helps him concentrate, and the paranoid part of him enjoys stockpiling the pabulum you create for him.
concubus! yan! tailgate is as delusional as they get. he thinks his natural charm and attractive aura means everyone loves him no matter what. he's never had trouble making friends or attracting berthmates. he has had trouble not being taken advantage of, but that's a minority of his experiences. so with all that, you must love him! every glance and fleeting touch is a reminder that you're his sparkmate. it isn't that he purposefully bumps into you or is always engaging with you to inhance your attraction to him. no... tailgate would never... okay, yeah. he does.
he quite often accidentally gets you horny and makes you overload behind your panel. he just doesn't think to control his abilities when you're around. it's instinctive so it must mean it's good, yeah? besides, he's giving you pleasure! there's no need to be embarrassed. he'd love nothing more than to have you slide back your interface panel so he could clean you up himself. he's really good with his glossa and servos! everyone tells him that.
he's insanely possessive when other concubus are present. their charm tries to lead you away from his, even if it isn't purposeful. it leads to him nagging you for your attention, pulling at any limbs he can get a hold of to lead you away from them. he'll resort to his most devastating ability if you refuse to listen (about anything): pouting. it's impossible to focus when he starts doing so.
he immediately perks up when you finally give in and return your affections to him.
for obvious reasons your interactions with rodimus are limited. tailgate's possessiveness may be warranted around him. rodimus has been known to attract plenty of cybertronians that are already bonded and in monogamous relationships. so if he isn't even bonded to you yet (officially), you're super vulnerable to the prime's sex appeal!
after getting diagnosed with cybercrosis, he's super-duper attached to you. he's firm in his belief that he'll transfer over what's left in his spark right before he goes offline so you can become a concubus. even if he isn't thrilled at the idea of you having other romantic relationships outside of him, and maybe cyclonus, he knows it'll be for your own good. that way you'll always have him in you.
what he didn't expect is that cyclonus and you refused to let him fade away. he's never felt so loved. he was so adamant on making sure you could handle his death, seeing as how the fatality rate was a hundred percent, that he didn't think the both of you would work together non-stop to save him. by doing that, you unknowingly accepted his concubus bond. oopsies.
it isn't as if you should be upset or anything! he knew you'd come around eventually. you must have been planning it because what's more romantic than to save his life and bond yourself to him?
concubus! yan! tarn has always prided himself on his self-restraint. megatron made him the mech he is today, tamed his concubus nature and made him into something that was to be feared, not preyed upon. yet all training is muted when he laid his optics on you. he almost activated his outlier ability so he could seize everybody's spark but yours. then he could take you in peace. your frame trembling as he threatened you to give in. he didn't. he held his composure, but all he could envision was guzzling down your transfluid like a starving concubus.
perhaps that isn't far from the truth. his work doesn't permit him to play with his food, so he receives it pre-packaged. it's nothing like fresh supply, straight from the source.
tarn is nothing if not devoted. the decepticons have always come first. now you have to be part of the cause because that's the only way he can reconcile his feelings without betraying megatron or depriving himself of you.
it goes one of two ways.
if you're his superior, then he's your new lapdog. yes, he is ultimately loyal to megatron, but a leash can trade servos while the collar stays the same. his outlier ability is used on you sparingly, unless he's given permission otherwise, but he can't help but revel in momentarily breaking your composure. that flush on your faceplate combined with the arousal wafting off of you is irresistible. it makes him wet enough that he has to press his legs together, paranoid that lubricant will escape his sealed panel.
knowing he can make your spark hum gets him off. the one being he can explore his abilities with. he learns that he can do more than make a spark quiver or self-destruct. he can influence one's frame responses through their spark. he's learned what frequency makes you horny.
being tugged around while knowing that he isn't at risk of being offlined is equally tantalizing. you're someone he can blindly trust, right below megatron. you say "kill," and he executes your will unflinchingly. it's brutal in an attempt to impress you. he can't afford mistakes when he's working to feed off you.
he always sets the mood with music before taking your frame. he's always precise in his movements, careful in deciphering your wants and needs without you voicing them. you're a finely tuned instrument that he masterfully plays. each sound of yours is a note for him to savor as he plucks another string to hear it again.
when he hasn't quite earned you, he ends up humping you, mask off, as he promises that he'll listen to your every command before he releases.
if you're beneath him, an autobot, or a lowly traitor, then you may as well name him your purgatory. you will be trapped by his voice and servos till either of your sparks is snuffed out.
he waited till you were alone to capture you. you may be someone he is bound to offline, but he can push your name down the list as he makes use of you. a captive fresh supply of transfluid.
you are no longer what you were. you are subsistence.
he causes you dolor, then feasts on you till your frame gives out. he often invades your recharging processor, never letting you overload. whenever you've displeased him, he edges you until he finds that you're sufficiently apologetic. if that doesn't please him, then making your spark tremor in your chassis is sure to.
if you are good, very good, then he may move you to a chained-up state in either his office or habsuite. you will be in quite a compromising position for easy access. he expects you to speak only when spoken to. if you manage to behave and take his abuse well, then perhaps he'll think about giving you a privilege or two. you may be able to walk around or attend DJD meetings, chained up and muzzled, obviously. don't think that makes you any safer from him. he'll punish you in the hallway or in front of his entire crew so you know not to misuse what you have so graciously been given.
no one else acknowledges you, unless on the rare occasion tarn instructs them to. they are discouraged from even making optic contact with you, much less conversing. on the occasion, nickel tends to you. don't attempt to gain her pity. you may as well be a supply of energon she's making sure doesn't spoil—and, well, you are.
he has marked you since your first capture and will play with the idea of bonding you to him. it will happen. it isn't a privilege you've earned yet.
he is sure that you'll never escape. any traitors that would attempt to aid you in any way can be quickly taken care of. he's well connected, so you wouldn't be able to run far. others knowing that you're marked by him will make your chances of escaping and staying out exceptionally slim.
he never lets you forget who you belong to. you are a thing of pleasure. something that he needs to live. and you thrive off of his commands, especially one little word—overload.
transformers prime
𖹭 soundwave
concubus! yan! soundwave isn't a transformer that you'd believe to hold such a power. he doesn't seek connection. he controls, stalks, and takes. that's what makes him so menacing. you only realize he's obsessed with you after he has you in his grasp. a grasp that will never loosen, because he knows what happens to things that leave his optic sight.
he has always kept his concubus nature a tightly held secret: living off of others getting off to him, taking their essence, erasing their memories of him, and keeping tabs in case he has to seek them out again. despite all of the advantages of being a concubus, he sees the alienation in how he survives to be his biggest weakness.
if all other beings seek to dominate your kind, you must dominate them first.
he chooses you not because of your status or ability. he chooses you because you align with the compatibility algorithm he created. one would be quick to overlook you without a second thought, but soundwave is monitoring you more heavily than anyone else inside the decepticon ranks, besides starscream, but that's an unfortunate necessity.
he has entire banks of data stored pertaining to you, meticulously cataloged and encrypted so heavily that it'd take millions of years for the smartest cybertronian hacker to infiltrate them, only to see them erase themselves as if the data was nothing more than a mirage.
you become his main food source, with shockwave being secondary—seeing as how he managed to create a mutual agreement in the slim chance that innumerable factors come into play and you cannot satiate him for an amount of time.
he orders you to him under false pretenses. then explains what will happen and how you will comply. you wouldn't want him to release all the files he has on you, especially the ones that could indicate treason, or when you pleasured yourself. he takes stock of your entire frame in an isolated place, not for your comfort but for his protection. no passerby need be privy to this.
he uses his data cables to open your valve. he measures your spike and tests its dexterity. your intake is probed, so is your aft, your entire frame really—but your most sensitive parts are given extra attention. he lists your fertility and willingness as factors too. all the while he's recording the entire thing, taking snapshots so he can review them later.
he can sense you becoming aroused. as well as your shame because you don't think of him as a sexual being. he's also your superior, and here you are trying not to pant or drip lubricant. it's normal. you should know that. but he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't taking his time, perhaps to an irresponsible extent, just to get you riled up. only to leave you aching and ready but alone so he can record your reactions and take any samples you leave. yes, he has tasted your transfluid before. you aren't always thorough in cleaning up your messes; a sloppiness that shouldn't be tolerated but happens to be convenient for him.
the room he monitors from now requires multiple forms of identification instead of a code and a quick scan. this is because he quite often has your frame in use. the fuller you are of him, the better he performs. any data cables not in use are buried inside you. he's had specialized ports installed on your frame just for him. if you aren't being penetrated in multiplicity, then soundwave must be incredibly busy. you become an extension of him, almost like one of his cassettes. you know pleasure, refueling, and rest, but not much else. clear thought would allow you to scheme. you are much more useful to him blissfully submissive. if he could mould you to his frame, he would.
concubus! yan! diver is the reason stories of sirens exist, partially. as much as he yearned for a cybertronian sparkmate, he had to settle for surviving on organics. unlike any concubus aquatic pretender destron counterparts, diver never harmed those he lulled into the ocean. he worshipped the humans he seduced, mindful of their fleshy nature.
he has to admit that his hunger was never fully satiated, even when he interfaced with his fellow cybertron pretenders. his spark yearned for something more. hundreds of thousands of years on earth, and he didn't know what until he met you. you were part of an in-space unit and, at chromedome's request, came to help the cybertrons on earth defeat the destrons. if seeing you for the first time and feeling buzzed off your e.m. field wasn't enough, learning that your alt-mode functioned best in the water was all he needed to confirm that you were made to be his.
throughout his time on earth, he's preserved their oceans. now all he can think about is how much he wants to defile you in one of them.
his easy-going personality is easy to be disarmed by. he isn't isolating you from the others. he just needs a lot of help, and you're a new pair of servos that can do just that. he often forgets that you can still sense his human frame's reaction to you, even if it's somewhat muted. he plays it off as normal biology. you don't know organics, so who are you to argue? him drooling after staring at you for too long is just a quirk of his. he truly doesn't mean to come off as creepy. it's just that he hasn't seen his own kind habitually in their root mode for such a long time.
he insists that you work with him at the ocean research institute of california. you both can dispel water-related problems together!
he will info dump for hours on end to you about the sea and its creatures. it always ends up with him in his root mode, rutting against you while he struggles to think of words to form on his glossa. he won't stop unless you tell him to, so he keeps babbling and overloading and getting high off you. he's a big whiner when he gets lost in you. he's popped his voice box more than once because of it.
sunbathing with him almost always ends up with him spooning you, slipping his spike into you, or your spike into his valve. he loses it if both his array parts are being used at the same time.
other times he'll coax you into the ocean. he only gives when he interfaces with you in the ocean. he'll go as far as to have a conversation with you where he wants you restrained so he can do as he likes.
fisting and stretching are his other two favorite pastimes. he always makes sure you're adequately prepped. he also finds that the transfluid you produce when being stretched tastes the yummiest. seeing your valve being able to take his entire servo will make him overload while his panel is still sealed. managing to get cybertronian sex toys onto earth to stretch you is—not easy, to say the least. but his status as a concubus makes it much easier. even if he somehow has to come up with a lie that he isn't going to be using them on you, the new cybertron on earth, who is also his comrade and who he is definitely not supposed to be fragging.
concubus! yan! lander is the epitome of pleasure. he was taken aback by humanity's capacity for it. the freedom in it that humans have been able to find, even during war, which is something he could not relate to until he learned from them.
his concubus allure extends far past his species. his human form is irresistible, leading to him constantly attracting lovers when not busy with battle. all of this still felt moot at the end of the day. like many other concubus know, no species can quench their hunger quite like their own. his hunger is far greater than other concubuses he's known, which makes it all the more torturous.
then he met you. a pretender who was only supposed to transport materials to them. he knew that he had to have you. he convinced command that your abilities would be far better suited on earth. they need backup anyway. you so easily slide into his amative hold. he so graciously helps acquaint you with your organic body, explaining to you the more carnal reasons as to why it's reacting the way it is around him.
no need to be shy.
he often invites you to his penthouse in new york city. he isn't subtle about his attraction to you but doesn't push it unless you show interest. he takes you nice and slow in front of one of his many windows, hoping someone out there will look up and make out your silhouettes. there is no shame in it. after you've been thoroughly fucked, he takes great care of you, pouring one of his vintage wines and offering you a glass.
he's determined to know all your forms intimately, especially your root one. there's nothing better than squeezing his valve around your spike or burying it into you as he holds your frame against his. there's so much earth to show you and plenty of places to frag.
you're often subjected to questions about your sexual preferences casually. he states that he's just curious. you both know he intends to turn those curiosities into servos-on experience. he never brings it up in polite company, unless murmuring them to you so you fluster. your embarrassed e.m. field is so irresistible. only when he's the cause of it.
he never really had an interest in bonding until he connected with you. marking? oh, absolutely, and he definitely leaves plenty of marks on you. still, the sentimentality of such a long process. having a conjunx. only you seem to fit into that role. you keep him from hungering, so much so that he'd bet he spends more time fragging you in every position than in active combat. his favorite position will always be elevated lotus.
considering he is the physically strongest out of the autobot pretenders, he's well experienced at keeping you in your place and mechhandling you. taming you is even better. controlling your pleasure drives him wild. submit and let him do what he needs. he may influence you to if you're hesitant. he knows you need it. you're apprehensive, but he'll prove all your skepticism extraneous.
training sessions with him often get hot and heavy. he insists they be private. he does actually attempt to train. you teach him things he didn't know. it's just that you smell so good—look so appealing. sparring with you feels inherently erotic.
trust him. he's better with his body in bed than on the battlefield. you've already experienced that. him being an engineer helps with wire play, which he is also quite fond of. he wants to tinker with your frame just a bit without your knowledge. to make you more sensitive.
you may become bonded to him and not even realize it until he explains it to you. he's so stimulating in presence that you don't realize the new things you're feeling are because of the bond. perhaps he purposefully made it that way. he can't take the chance to let his sparkmate escape. if you knew what truly goes on in his processor, you would've run while you still had the chance.
concubus! yan! metalhawk would choose you over humanity, which is his greatest shame but also his greatest pride. a cybertronian that strikes his spark deeper than the beauty of humanity...
you truly must be a blessing unto him. he's convinced.
a fellow pretender no less, put under his leadership by an off-earth cybertron commander. he isn't sure whether he wants to frag you in your human form or cybertronian form first. in the beginning, he only feels guilt. he should take his time to know you before daydreaming about all the ways he could lovingly take you, drinking from what you produce for him.
shuta immediately picks up on his crush and teases him relentlessly about it. the news spreads to the other headmaster juniors, and now they're playing matchmaker between you and him. you don't understand human dating rituals, thankfully, so for the most part, he can avoid the truth around you.
the other pretenders are more wary of metalhawk's sudden attachment to you. they know he's a concubus. they're in the middle of a great rise in evil. they can't afford their leader to be distracted by his biology.
he partners you with the other pretenders because he can't stop himself from trying to court you while you're in his presence. he needs to nuzzle onto you, taste your e.m. field and organic skin. he craves your metal frame against his, frotting against you, eating you out and sucking you off for so long that your transfluid is dribbling out of his intake.
it's more than that too. he wants to spikewarm while you speak about your past and what you want in your future. he craves the deepest and most depraved things hidden in your processor. all the while he whispers about how much he loves you, how you belong to him and he to you, the fact that he'll never let you go. if you pleaded with him, he would, and that terrifies him. the thought that you could abandon him on a whim.
his persuasive energy will invade your senses more frequently. he swears he doesn't mean it to! he needs it to be your choice, but his nature demands results instead of foolhardy patience.
he'd cut off his own wings if he began to need to trap you. he'd mutilate his frame till there was no lust left if it meant keeping your amity intact.
he just can't stop doubting, even when you let him touch you. when you say you need him to frag you, he momentarily hesitates. his confident exterior cracks to reveal a spark that doesn't know if your attraction is true or a product of his concubus influence.
when you touch him—crave him—he forgets until you're gone his doubts. he never takes more than you give. he gives so much more than he takes, or would ever take. his affections have been withheld for so long. you're the catalyst he's able to release them through.
you soon learn that he has a tiny breeding kink. something he has never allowed himself to indulge in due to the circumstances he lives in. he's seen so much life begin that he can't help but want to produce it as well. his servos always grasp your abdomen and chassis when he takes you. his processor imagines you slowly growing big and round from the sparks you're growing inside you. how he would protect and provide for you. your frame would never ache because he'd always be there to ease it.
you're the reason he so recklessly gives over his leadership to ginrai. someone more focused on the cause needs to lead. it gives him more time with you.
there's more time to explore the unique things his frame can do to you and you to it. he'll always prematurely overload if you play with his wings. thanks to his shining arrow technique, he's been able to harness that energy into setting it course through your frame, making you more horny and stimulated. he can't help but give a little jolt to your valve's nodes; seeing your faceplate contort in pleasure makes him leaky in all the right places. his digits sparking against your spike never cease to have you heavily venting, frame trembling. the transfluid you produce from those ministrations is more filling as well, not that he has a particular preference. it all comes from you.
concubus! yan! phoenix may be the pretender team's communications officer, but he still struggles to confess his infatuation for you. he has always been left in the background: a valued team member but not one that has the spotlight. humans look over him in favor of lander's sex appeal or metalhawk's charisma; even diver has this weird charm that gets him dates. phoenix is always the one night that you can never remember the name of. all you remember is that he gave you an orgasm that you'll never get again.
he's stuck on the german airstrip, which is really isolating. there are very few humans that are honestly turned on by him rambling about code-breaking.
he spent such a long time on earth that he forgot there were other options. non-pretender cybertronian options. when he first heard your vocalizer over the comms, he was pleasantly surprised. learning you were joining their team as a headmaster was a double pleasant surprise. you being interested in his ramblings was triple the pleasantness. knowing that you were going to be stationed near him was four times too much for him to handle.
he daydreamed about your e.m. field and frame while awaiting your arrival. he almost forgot his manners, struggling to keep his hands to himself. slipping into his cybertronian form, your transtector is bigger than he is. that's insanely attractive. but he wants to feel the cybertronian inside it even more.
knowing your original frame is small enough to be able to frag his human form has him feeling hot in the middle of a german winter.
he may seem gruff but really isn't as soon as he opens his mouth. he does his best to impress you. he wants to please you in any way he can. he needs to get you. you're the signal he needs to catch.
when he looks at you, his organic throat runs dry. he coughs and blushes, eyes anywhere but on you. he can talk with you on general things, but anything about love gets him tongue-tied. he better speaks through his actions. he wants to frag you well and good, but no, that insecure part of him doesn't want to be another one-night stand. even if it means you'd never forget the orgasms he gave you.
he's determined to get you to fall in love with him before he frags you. easier said than done. you so effortlessly get him hard. he doesn't think he's ever had to self-service more. against his better judgment, he'll do it in places where you could find him. part of him just wants you to see it and come onto him so he can readily accept and make you weep in ecstasy with his words alone. when he gets going, he can drag multiple overloads out of someone with just his voice.
he's not quiet either when he self-services or frags. if you hear him and give him space, like most would do, he'll know. he can feel it. it hurts. it hurts because you're being polite when he wishes you wouldn't. he needs you to take charge of him so he can take charge of you.
a conversation could fix this relationship or break it. he's not willing to take the risk. he'll make sure you're isolated as much as possible. you only have him, and he's the best thing you could have.
transformers: victory
𖹭 deathsaurus, star saber
concubus! yan! deathsaurus takes what he wants but isn't a brute about it. he saw you and knew he needed to have you at least once. as his loyal soldier, you certainly wouldn't deny him such a thing. deathsaurus marks all of his prey, so every single destron will know deathsaurus fed from you. it inspires awe as well as jealousy. the few other concubus within the destron ranks will also seek you out as a meal. if you are good enough for their supreme commander, then you must really taste good. deathsaurus doesn't share, but that doesn't stop greedy servos from grabbing at you.
it was supposed to be a one-off, lust-fueled, fragging session that left him stuffed. instead, he began to crave more. seeing his soldiers attempt to get you under their allure disgusted him so deeply that he had their sparks carved out and turned into new accessories for his breast animals. he'll ask you if you like them, daring you to question where they came from. at least that takes care of one of your problems as well as one of his...
he seeks you out again, this time in a more public place: a common room. he whispers dirty things into your audials and reassures you that it's fine if anyone sees. he's buried deep into you by the time leozack comes up to him, probably with another bumbling plan that will end in an energon-splattered failure. the second-in-command is undeniably aroused, which only causes deathsaurus to smirk and revel. he calls him off, enjoying the way your valve clenches around one of his spikes in embarrassed prurience.
as so many things come in threes, like his spikes, it's your third time together that seals your fate as his consort. it wasn't planned. he was needy but too prideful to express so. he held a meeting and demanded certain mechs attend. you were late. you weren't, technically. everyone just arrives early. but that isn't an excuse. he doesn't tolerate disrespect of his orders. so he orders his breast animals to drag you to the throne room. you faintly smell of another destron, traces of their e.m. field lingering on yours.
in that moment he required you, so he could seal your bond with him. so you'd never be late again. a step further. you'd never be away from his side unless he allowed it, which would be rarer than the cybertrons besting the destrons. he ordered you up to his throne, on your knees before him. he had you suck off each of his spikes in front of all those that were ordered to attend. he had you slide your interface panel back so his pede could press into your array components.
you were so wet and pressurized for him in front of so many troops. truly vent-taking.
he commands them all to leave when he finally takes you. he asks you if you're truly loyal to him. if this is the path you'll choose. he could've chosen anyone to bond with, but he chose you. he would've felt his spark fracture if you had said no. he would've just sent you off, leaving you marked as his occasional meal, eventually being led on a suicide mission because you would've been a liability that he couldn't entirely account for.
luckily, you accepted. and he soothed any worries you had about the others not respecting you after they saw you in such a degrading position. it was, but it wasn't. you get to touch him—please him. you get to be with him.
he wants you to feel ashamed because you displeased him, not because lower soldiers saw you do so. you now hold power over all of them. only as much as he allows, but still.
you're his consort now.
you get to take his multiple spikes, fill his two valves, and perhaps even spark up his gestation chambers.
is that not an honor only you get? rhetorical, of course it is.
you never want as his consort. perhaps ache for freedom and recharge for your overly-fragged frame, but not much else. no matter the times star saber and the cybertrons attempt to save you from "deathsaurus's influence," you'll always stay with the destrons and valiantly fight against the cybertrons until your last intake. you know the truth about him. the crushing grip of his claws will never be enough to offline you, because you help give him life and the strength to conquer the universe.
concubus! yan! star saber is professional and self-sacrificing by spark, so very few know of his concubus status. only the other brainmasters and deathsaurus are aware.
he feels such overwhelming guilt that he has to keep his true nature a secret from you. at least for now. he can't risk putting you in danger, at least no more than what comes at the cost of war.
he often denies himself any form of pleasure. his spike will be fully pressurized behind his interface panel, valve leaking so much that it threatens to seep through his seams, yet he'll continue calmly giving his speech and gallantly leading his troops. you were standing near him the entire time. the things you do to him. which he loves but hates.
you haven't consented to him jerking off to the thought of you. what if you don't return his affections? he's so dirty for getting aroused near you while you're unaware. it makes him almost as bad as deathsaurus.
the other brainmasters will help him, even if he insists that he doesn't need it. the last thing you need is harassment from your superiors.
braver will come to you with a proposition, telling you that there's a concubus among your ranks that needs to be fed. he calms you down. he makes sure you aren't jumpy when he tells you that he's built a contraption that will stimulate you and collect the fluids. it's sleek and compact, so don't worry! it can stay a secret. star saber feels something inside him when you agree. he has no idea what happened, but he can't concentrate on his work any longer. he has to go back to his habsuite and ends up leaking all over himself as he touches himself in a way that doesn't stifle the building heat in his systems.
if braver is being honest with themself, they are always running low on fuel for the servoful of concubus among them, but star saber requires even more due to his frame and regular exertion. that's why you're the perfect candidate. star saber's love for you will make your transfluid extra filling.
laster and blacker act as back-up, making sure you're safe and content when star saber is too busy to. if star saber's subtleties slipped past your radar, the other brainmasters giving you special attention makes it clear something's up. it's easy to connect the wires.
star saber will still be skittish after you know. he isn't rough in interfacing, but his stamina far exceeds yours. he needs to breed you so badly but doesn't wish to spark you up if that's against your wishes. he may convince you, but he hardly has the time.
once star saber has had you once, you won't ever be allowed to leave his sights again. there was a slim chance of escape before he interfaced with you. now it's zero. your frame is absolutely divine, and he knows it's wrong to always keep you with him, but he's doing it for you: your safety, your health, your pleasure.
he's the supreme commander of the cybertrons. the brainmaster of courage. trust him. will you?
you don't have a choice. he'll win you over if he hasn't already.
