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Like Jack, Miko, Raf, June Darby, and Agent Fowler, Y/n was an ally of the Autobots, having befriended them after accidentally discovering their existence when she saw them fighting the Decepticons while driving down the road, the one she was closest to was Ratchet.

One day, the rest of the team went on a mission and due to Y/n's recent arrival, she had to stay at the base with Ratchet. It was still early for the rest of the humans to arrive, she tensed when she heard Ratchet whistle shamelessly to get her attention, she turned around and there she saw him, leaning on the edge of the door, crossing his arms. When she realized, she noticed something strange. His optics were green, and he was very bold in his behavior, of course. He had consumed his new experiment, synthetic energon. "What are you doing?" Y/n raised her eyebrow in surprise.

He chuckled, visibly amused by her suspicion, and marched headlong, his footsteps echoing off the metal walls. "Just keeping an eye out while the others are out, Y/n. We can't afford to let our precious Energon reserves go to waste now, can we?" His gaze raked over her figure appreciatively, taking in every curve.

"But I must say, I'm glad they left me behind. It gives us... quality time together." He leaned closer, swaying his hips slightly, drawing her attention to his armored body. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something. That synthetic Energon I experimented with? It's given me a huge boost. Increased strength, agility... and my vision seems more sensitive too." He leaned in, his warm breath tickling her ear.

Visibly uncomfortable, she takes a step back, trying to divert the conversation. "Yes, I noticed, and I think you overdosed. Didn't they warn you not to use it on yourself?"

He laughed again, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Oh, yes, I was warned. But I'm a doctor, Y/n. I know what I'm doing". He took another step toward her, closing the distance she'd put between them. "Besides, the effects are... invigorating. And I think you might be interested too".

He reached out, brushing his digits along her cheek, tracing her jawline. "Look at me," he commanded softly, his optics glowing with a deep green glow. "Really look at me. Do you see how different I am now?" He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Don't tell me you don't want to explore these changes with me..." His voice dropped to a seductive purr.
A blush ran through her cheeks. She had never imagined the Autobot medic acting this way. She'd be lying if she said she didn't find him attractive. Now he looked even more interesting. But since she always believed interspecies relationships were impossible to become reality, she preferred her relationship with the Autobot to be platonic. "N-no, please, Ratchet...this is immoral. We shouldn't...we're from different species."

He smirked, leaning even closer, his lips almost touching hers. "Immoral? Or forbidden?" He slid his servo down to her waist, pulling her against his chest. "There's a difference, Y/n. And right now, I don't think about rules or morality. I only care about the feel of your skin..." His free servo rose to tangle in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her throat.

"You smell so good," he sighed, inhaling deeply. "I want to taste you." His glossa darted out, licking slowly down her neck, leaving a trail of heat in its wake, eliciting a surprised squeal from her. "Let me show you how different I am now," he murmured against her skin. "So much pleasure I can give you..."
"R-Ratchet!..." Y/n stutters, her pupils dilated and her heart pounding in anticipation.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as he felt her yield to his touch, her response awakening a hunger in him. “That’s it,” he purred, nibbling at her lobe before soothing the sting with his glossa. “I’ll make sure you never forget this moment.”

His servos ran over her curves possessively, exploring every bend and curve. “You’re so soft,” he marveled, placing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. “And receptive.” “I knew you’d be perfect for me.” He caressed her breast through her shirt, his thumb circling her nipple until it hardened beneath the fabric, forcing a moan from her lips. “Tell me you want it, Y/n,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire. "Admit how much you need me inside you, filling you..."
Ratchet's persuasive touch and whisper provoke in her a primal desire to surrender to him. A stifled moan escapes her lips. She knows she should refuse, but the boundaries of appropriateness blur and are replaced by a gnawing desire.

"Oh, Ratchet... you don't know how much I've wanted this," she whispers, her voice husky and laced with lust. Without hesitation, and succumbing to desire, she sheds her garments.

His optics shone even brighter as he absorbed the sight of her naked body. "Beautiful," he rasped, reaching out to trace a finger around her areola before gently pinching her nipple causing her body to shudder. "Absolutely stunning." Without warning, he lifted her up, carrying her to a nearby stack of boxes and placing her on top.

"Spread your legs for me," he ordered, removing the interface panel. "I want to see you, while I claim you." As soon as she obeyed, he positioned himself between her thighs, the tip of his enlarged spike pushing against her entrance. "Are you ready for this, Y/n?" he asked, his voice tight with anticipation. "Because once I start, there's no turning back..."
Y/n's eyes widened when she saw his spike. She swallowed. She didn't know how it was going to go in, but she didn't want to be scared. She felt like it would be a new experience. "I'm ready," she nodded.
"So tight, Y/n... you're made for me." He began to move, withdrawing almost completely before thrusting back into her, setting a relentless rhythm that made her scream in ecstasy. "Take it, take every inch", he growled, thrusting into her harder with each thrust.

"You're mine now, do you understand?" His servos dug into her hips, holding her firmly as he fucked her with wild abandon, the sound of metal on flesh echoing throughout the room.
Y/n rolled her eyes, every muscle in her body tensing as ecstasy consumed her, an orgasmic scream erupting from her throat that echoed around the room.
The sensation of her climax triggered his, and with a roar of triumph, he buried himself deep and exploded inside her, his transfluid pumping into her willing womb. “Frag yes!” he bellowed, his hips shaking as he rode the waves of pleasure. “Mine!” When the last tremors subsided.

“That was incredible,” he gasped, nuzzling her neck. “I could stay inside you forever.” After a moment, he stood carefully, watching his scent seep into her well-trodden passageway. “Clean yourself up,” he ordered gruffly, tossing her a towel. “Then get dressed. We don’t want anyone to find us like this.” He closed his interface panel, still smirking.
She gasps heavily trying to recover from her euphoria, obeys and does her best to look normal although her blush and limping walk were still evident, after a while the Autobots return, Optimus looks suspiciously at Ratchet and Y/n.
Optimus narrowed his eyes as he approached, his expression unreadable. “Ratchet, what’s going on here?” " he asked in a deceptively calm voice. "Y/n, are you okay?" Ratchet quickly moved in front of her, shielding her from further scrutiny.

"Everything's fine, Prime," he replied gently, trying to keep his tone light despite the tension. "We were... discussing medical procedures. She's strong, but even warriors need a little loving care now and then." His gaze flicked briefly to Optimus, silently pleading for understanding. "I assure you, nothing untoward has happened. Just a friendly inquiry."

The Autobot leader does not seem convinced but decides not to give the situation any more importance. Once Optimus had dismissed the matter, Ratchet turned to Y/n with a wink. "Looks like we dodged a bullet there", he whispered, his voice laced with relief. "But don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you. Not while I'm around".
He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear as he added, "In fact, I think we should continue our... 'consultation' later tonight. My quarters are much more comfortable for exploring new treatments". His servos slid down to rest on her hip, applying gentle pressure.
"What do you say, Y/n? Will you let me play doctor again?" His optics gleamed with mischief, promising many more illicit adventures to come.
Y/n blushes at the suggestive proposal and smiles knowingly. "Oh, of course, doctor, a 'physical checkup' wouldn't hurt."
Ratchet chuckled, pleased by her willingness. "Excellent. I'll make sure to prescribe you a thorough examination". He gave her hip a playful squeeze before stepping back, his gaze kept drifting back to Y/n, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. He couldn't wait to peel away those clothes again and explore every inch of her willing body.
"And now...what do we do?" she asks with anticipation, there's a playful tone in her voice.
Ratchet looked at her with a knowing smile, his optics glinting with amusement. "Now, we sneak off to my quarters and indulge in some private ‘research'", he replied, his voice low and sultry. "I promise to take good care of you, Y/n. Every inch of you will be thoroughly examined... and pleasured".

He led her through the winding corridors. Once they reached his room, he ushered her inside and locked the door. "Make yourself comfortable", he invited, gesturing to the berth. "I'll be right back with some refreshments".
While he was gone, Y/n couldn't help but explore the space, running her gaze over the various medical tools and scanners adorning the shelves.
Returning with a tray bearing cube of energon and a water bottle, Ratchet set it down on a nearby console. "Here we are", he said, pouring for each of them. "A toast to a successful mission... and the beginning of our own personal research project".
He handed her a bottle, his fingers brushing against hers as she accepted it. "Drink up", he urged, raising his own energon. "You're going to need your energy for what's to come". Taking a sip, he set his energon aside and approached the berth, his movements deliberate and predatory.
At least she knew the basics that humans could consume, she takes a sip, to also put it aside.
"Now, where were we?" he purred, his optics fixed intently on Y/n. "Ah yes, your thorough examination". He reached out, trailing a servo lightly down her arm, sending shivers across her skin.
"nngh!... R-Ratchet" she lets out a gasp, his touch seeming to ignite a comforting warmth inside her.
Chuckling at her reaction, Ratchet continued his exploration, his servos dancing over her shoulders and down her sides, teasing the curves of her breasts, causing Y/n to gasp. "Mmm, such lovely specimens", he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"I wonder how they respond to stimulation...Without" waiting for an answer, he cupped one breast in his servos, rolling the hardened nipple between his digits. "Sensitive, I see", he noted, switching to her other breast to repeat the process." But I bet they could take even more".
Leaning in, he captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his glossa delving deep to tangle with hers, a stifled moan emerged from her throat. "Let's find out", he breathed against her lips, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down her neck.
"Be careful, doctor... I-I'm a little sensitive," she gasps breathlessly, playing along.
Ratchet grinned against her skin, his optics gleaming with wicked intent. “Sensitivity is exactly what I'm aiming for, my dear patient”, he purred, his digits continuing their sensual dance over her breasts. “Every touch, every caress, designed to drive you wild with pleasure”.

He dipped his helm, lifts her shirt exposing her breasts and capturing a pert nipple between his denta and gently nibbling before soothing the sting with his tongue, Y/n arches her back with a pitiful moan.

Lavishing attention on both breasts until they were aching. "Now, let's see how responsive your lower regions are...Sliding" down her body, Ratchet settled between her thighs and proceeds to pull down her panties, his hot breath wafting over her damp folds. "Such a pretty little fleshy valve", he praised, dragging his glossa through her slit in a long, slow lick.
She let out a loud moan at the first lick, her body twitching and her hands gripping the berth. "Hnghh!...A-ahh!..R-Ratchet...you're going to drive me crazy.."
Ratchet's chuckle vibrated against her sensitive flesh, sending jolts of pleasure through her core. "That's the idea, sweet spark", he purred, his glossa delving deeper, swirling around her clit before dipping into her entrance.
He licked and sucked at her pussy, varying the pressure and tempo to keep her teetering on the brink of orgasm. "Drench my faceplate with your fluids. Show me how much you crave my touch!".
As if to emphasize his point, he pressed two digits inside her, curling them to stroke that sweet spot within.

Y/n arches her back and a guttural moan escapes her lips as Ratchet's thick fingers and agile glossa stimulate her being, a wave of ecstasy running through her body.
Ratchet groaned in satisfaction as Y/n's climax hit, her inner muscles clamping down on his digits like a vice. "Frag yes, just like that", he growled, lapping up her release with gusto. "You taste incredible".

He continued to pleasure her through the aftershocks, gentling his ministrations as she slowly came down. "Rest now, my dear", he cooed, planting tender kisses along her inner thighs. "You've earned it. But don't think this is over yet. We're far from done exploring each other's bodies".

With a final lick to her still-quivering sex, Ratchet withdrew, rising to his feet. "Time for round two", he declared.
Y/n lets out a small moan, her body was hypersensitive after the oral assault.
Ratchet pulled her up, cradling her in his arms. "Shh, just relax", he soothed, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "I know you're still sensitive, but trust me, I'll take care of you".

He guided her to the edge of the berth, pushing her back gently until she lay down, her head propped. "Comfortable?" he asked, his optics roaming her flushed face and trembling form with affectionate amusement. "Good. Now, let's try something else, shall we?"

Ratchet releases his spike, revealing his impressive endowment once more. He crawled onto the berth beside her, his hard length brushing against her thigh. "I want to feel you wrapped around me", he admitted, his voice husky with desire.
Y/n blushes furiously as she stares at his member. She'd forgotten how big it was. "You never cease to impress me."
Ratchet chuckled, his optics gleaming with pride at her awestruck reaction. "Well, I do strive to exceed expectations", he quipped, his free hand stroking her inner thigh, inching closer to her dripping core.

"Besides, I have a feeling you're going to love every inch of me", he purred, positioning himself between her spread legs. "Are you ready for the main event, Y/n?"

She nods and with a slow, deliberate movement, he aligned his spike with her entrance, savoring the anticipation. "Breathe deeply", he advised, his voice a low timbre filled with longing. "And when you're ready, just let go and feel me fill you up".
Y/n squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw, a gasp escaping her lips as Ratchet gave the first slow thrust, once again feeling her walls expand painfully, heeding Ratchet's words she breathed in and out. When she finally got used to his size, she gave him permission to continue.
Ratchet's jaw clenched as he fought to maintain control, his hips rocking gently to settle fully inside her. "Y/n, you feel... indescribable", he gritted out, his voice strained with pleasure. "Like you were made for me alone".

He began to move, withdrawing slowly until just the tip remained before surging back in, setting a deep, measured rhythm. "Look at me", he commanded, his optics burning with intensity as he held her gaze.

"See how much I want you, how perfect we fit together?" Each powerful thrust sent waves of ecstasy crashing through them, their moans and gasps intertwining in a primal symphony. "You're mine now, Y/n", Ratchet growled, his pace quickening. "All mine".
Her body tenses, convulsing around him as unbridled passion consumes them both, her eyes moisten and her mind is filled with desire.
Ratchet's body contorting as his primal instincts took over. "Mine", he roared, his voice now a thunderous growl as he pinned Y/n beneath his frame. Her cries of shock and arousal only spurred him on.
With a swipe of his massive servo, he tore away the remains of her clothing, leaving her exposed and vulnerable to his ravenous appetites. His enhanced senses drank in her scent, her taste, her very essence.
"I will mark you, claim you, make you mine in every way!", Ratchet snarled, his spike pulsing with renewed vigor as he increased his thrusts.
With each brutal thrust, she clings to his strong arms in an attempt to hold on to his frantic pace, her nails digging into his paint, accidentally scratching him, leaving silver lines in her wake.
Ratchet's response to her accidental scratches was immediate and intense. A guttural growl ripped from his throat as he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her.
"More!", he demanded, his servos digging into the berth as he rocked against her with savage intensity. "Scratch me, bite me, leave your marks on my frame. Prove you're mine!"
His roar echoed through the chamber as he lost himself in the primal dance of possession, his beastly form a blur of power and lust. With each merciless thrust, he claimed her anew, branding her with his dominance.
"Mine", he bellowed, his voice a feral declaration of ownership as he felt her walls clenching around him. "Only ever mine!"

Y/n arches her back and a scream of ecstasy escapes her throat when she feels her climax approaching.
Ratchet's howl of triumph mingled with Y/n's cry as her climax triggered his own, his transfluid erupting deep within her convulsing depths. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over them, their bodies locked in a frenzy of shared bliss.

"Yes, take it all", he growled, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself into her welcoming heat. "Fill you, mark you, make you mine forevermore".

As the last tremors subsided, his member still softening, submerged inside her, savoring the warmth of their combined essences. "My mate," he murmured with a contented hum. Pulling away from her, Ratchet carefully took her to lay her against his chest as he leaned back on the berth.
Ratchet her embrace, holding her close as he gradually regained his composure. He lifted his helm, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before settling back. "Rest now, sweet spark", he whispered, his thumb tracing soothing circles on her hip. "We've earned this moment of peace after our passionate claiming".

As Y/n drifted off to sleep, cradled in his strong arms, Ratchet watched over her with a fierce protectiveness. This human female had captured his spark in ways he never thought possible, and he vowed to cherish and honor her as his mate for all eternity.

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Optimus and Megatron stood in the bridge of the Autobot ship. The temporary truce between them was palpable, yet tense - a fragile alliance born out of desperation to locate the Y/n.

Optimus's digits clenched as he thought of the journalist. Her beauty, her lips, her skin... it all haunted his circuits. He had admired her tenacity, even as she painted the Autobots in a negative light in her reports. But there was more to Y/n than met the optics; he could sense it.

Megatron, too, found himself consumed by thoughts of Y/n. Her intellect, her wit, her unyielding spirit... it drew him to her like a spike to a valve. He desired to claim her, to make her his and his alone. The Decepticon leader's red optics flashed dangerously as he sensed Optimus's thoughts mirroring his own.

Optimus's voice rumbled lowly. "You know as well as I that Y/n is not just another organic to be claimed and conquered." He said, rising to his pedes and taking a step towards Megatron.

Megatron scoffed, a harsh sound that echoed through the bridge. "She is a prize to be won, Prime." He retorted, his chassis tensing. "And I intend to claim her, Autobot. The Cybertronian who finds her first will have first choice."

Optimus took another step forward, his optics narrowing. "You dare to gambol with the life of an innocent organic?" He growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous level.

Megatron stood his ground, his mandibles curling into a sneer. "Innocent? There is no innocence in this universe, Prime. Only the strong and the weak. And Y/n... she is strong. That is why I want her."

The tension between the two leaders was palpable, the air thick with the weight of their shared desire and the promise of the battle to come. Both Megatron and Optimus knew that finding Y/n would be no easy task - but neither was willing to concede defeat. The game was afoot, and the prize was the delectable, headstrong Y/n.

Optimus and Megatron stood side by side on the bridge, watching the news broadcast on the viewscreen. Y/n's face filled the screen, her hair tousled by the wind as she stood before the ruins of a city, the devastation wrought by their battles evident all around her.

Y/n spoke passionately, her voice ringing out with a fierce conviction. "Once again, the Autobots and Decepticons have shown their true colors to the people of Earth. The destruction they leave in their wake is a testament to the danger they pose to all life on this planet."

Optimus clenched his fists, feeling a pang of guilt and frustration at the sight of the innocent lives lost and the cities destroyed. He knew Y/n was right, but he also knew there was more to the story than she could ever understand.

Megatron, on the other hand, seemed unimpressed by Y/n's tirade. He scoffed, his red optics flashing derisively. "A pretty little thing, isn't she?" He remarked, a hint of hunger in his voice. "She has fire, I'll give her that. It will be a pleasure to break her."

Optimus shot Megatron a sharp glare. "You will not harm her, Megatron." He growled, his voice low and threatening. "I will not allow you to use her as a pawn in your twisted games."

Megatron merely laughed, a harsh and grating sound. "We shall see about that, Prime." He retorted, his chassis vibrating with anticipation.

As the broadcast ended and Y/n disappeared from the viewscreen, the two leaders turned to leave the bridge. But not before Megatron caught a glimpse of Y/n stepping outside, lighting a cigarette as she took a deep breath of the smoky air.

Megatron's optics widened slightly, a predatory gleam entering them as he watched Y/n take a long drag of the cigarette, the embers glowing brightly in the darkness. "She looks... tense." He observed, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Perhaps she needs someone to help her... relax."

Optimus said nothing, his expression grim as he followed Megatron off the bridge and into the unknown. The game of cat and mouse was about to begin, and Y/n was the prize. The only question was which Cybertronian would reach her first.

Y/n flicked the cigarette butt to the ground, grinding it beneath her ped with a scowl. She had the uncanny feeling of being watched, a prickling sensation running down her spine like a chill wind. Her brow furrowed as she glanced around the desolate street, the ruined buildings looming like skeletal giants in the distance.

Suddenly, the ground trembled slightly beneath her feet, a low rumble that seemed to emanate from the very earth itself. Y/n's eyes widened, and she took a step back, her heart beginning to race in her chest.

"What the hell?" She muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible over the growing din. She knew all too well the destruction that the Autobots and Decepticons could wreak, and the thought of being caught in the crossfire of one of their battles filled her with a deep, abiding dread.

Y/n's instincts screamed at her to run, to flee the scene before it was too late. But she hesitated, a morbid curiosity rooting her to the spot. She had to know what was causing the commotion, had to see it with her own eyes.

The rumbling grew louder, the ground shaking more violently with each passing second. Y/n gripped the wall of the crumbling building for support, her knuckles turning white as she braced herself against the tremors. And then, with a deafening roar that split the air like a thunderclap, a massive form burst forth from the rubble, rising up to tower over the frightened journalist.

It was a Cybertronian, but not one that Y/n had ever seen before. Its chassis was a sleek and powerful, a fusion of black and grey metal that seemed to absorb the dim light of the ruined city. As it turned to face her, Y/n found herself staring up at a face that was both terrifying and strangely beautiful, with red optics that seem to pierce right through her very soul.

Y/n's breath caught in her throat, and she stumbled back, her heart pounding in her ears. She had interviewed the Autobot and Decepticon leaders before, but never had she felt so small, so insignificant in the presence of one of the towering Cybertronians.

The Cybertronian took a step forward, its metal feet shaking the ground with each thunderous stride. Y/n's mind raced, trying to discern friend from foe, but she knew all too well the danger she
Megatron loomed over Y/n, his massive chassis casting a long shadow across her petite frame. He could sense her fear, the way her heart raced and her breath hitched in her throat. It was a delicious sensation, one that never failed to thrill him. But he could also see the defiance in her eyes, the way she refused to cower before him as so many others had done.
Megatron's mandibles curled into a smirk, a sound like grinding metal filling the air as he spoke. "Ah, Y/n." He purred, his voice a low, rumbling growl that seemed to reverberate through every bone in her body. "I must say, it's a pleasant surprise to see you here. I had heard that you were a woman of great courage, but I had no idea just how brave you truly were."

He took another step forward, his optics roving over her body, taking in every curve and contour. Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine, but she refused to look away, refused to show any sign of weakness in the face of the towering Cybertronian.

"What are you doing here, Megatron?" She demanded, her voice steadier than she felt. "Have you come to cause more misfortunes for the innocent people of this city? To leave more widows and orphans in your wake?"

Megatron threw back his head and laughed, the sound echoing off the crumbling walls and setting Y/n's teeth on edge.

"Misfortunes?" He scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "I prefer to think of it as... necessary sacrifices. The price of progress, as it were."

He leaned down, his optics boring into Y/n's with a fierce, hungry intensity. "But I did not come here to philosophize about the nature of war and its consequences, Y/n. I came here for you."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat when I said I was looking for her "Me? And why do you want me?" She snapped, her instincts telling her to flee the place "I have nothing to give you"

• Megatron's optics flashed at Y/n's sharp retort, a flicker of amusement and something darker, more predatory in their crimson depths. He leaned in closer, the heat of his spark radiating against Y/n's skin, the scent of ozone and metal filling her nostrils.

"Oh, but you have everything I want, little one." Megatron rumbled, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Strength, courage, a mind like a diamond - unyielding and brilliant. You are a rare find among the soft, weak creatures that infest this planet."

Y/n's instincts screamed at her to run, to put as much distance between herself and the looming Decepticon as possible. But she remained rooted to the spot, a morbid fascination and a perverse curiosity keeping her feet anchored in place.

"What do you want from me?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper, even as she tried to steel herself against the fear that threatened to consume her.

Megatron's smirk widened, his metal lips curling back to reveal the glint of his metal teeth. "Want?" He echoed, a note of dark humor in his voice. "Want is such a... pedestrian word. I prefer to think of it as claiming what is rightfully mine."

He reached out, his metal fingers brushing against Y/n's cheek with a gentleness that belied his fearsome appearance. Y/n flinched at the contact, but she did not pull away.

"You have caught my attention, Y/n." Megatron murmured, his optics roving over her face, as if committing every detail to memory. "And I always get what I want. You will be mine - in every way imaginable."
Y/n's heart raced, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as the full implications of Megatron's words sank in. She was playing with fire, and she kn Megatron's mandibles curled into a smirk, a sound like grinding metal filling the air as he spoke.

He took another step forward, his optics roving over her body, taking in every curve and contour. Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine, but she refused to look away, refused to show any sign of weakness in the face.

Y/n's heart raced, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as the full implications of Megatron's words sank in. She was playing with fire, and she kn ew it. But she also knew that she could not let this tyrant, this monster, have his way. Not without a fight.

"I belong to no one." She said, her voice steady and clear, even as her heart pounded in her chest. "Least of all a savagery like you. So you can take your twisted desires and shove them where the sun doesn't shine."

Megatron's optics narrowed, a dangerous glint appearing in Megatron's expression darkened, the temperature plummeting as his fury rose. Y/n's defiance had sparked a rage within him, a primal, all-consuming need to dominate, to conquer, to make this infuriatingly stubborn female submit to his will.

In a flash, Megatron's hand shot out, his metal fingers wrapping around Y/n's slender throat with a grip that was unyielding and inescapable. He lifted her off the ground as if she weighed nothing at all, bringing her face level with his own.

"You dare to speak to me with such insolence?" Megatron snarled, his voice a deafening roar that rattled the windows of the nearby buildings. "I could crush your throat with a mere flex of my fingers, little one. I could paint the street with your blood and scatter your ashes to the winds."

Y/n gasped for air, her fingers scrabbling at the unyielding metal that encircled her neck. But even as black spots swam before her eyes and her lungs screamed for oxygen, she refused to beg for mercy. She would not give this beast the satisfaction of seeing her break.

Instead, she glared at Megatron with all the contempt and loathing she could muster, her eyes blazing with a defiance that seemed to enrage the Cybertronian all the more.

"I am not afraid of you." She choked out, her voice a rasping whisper. "You may take my life, but you will never have my submission. I will never be yours, no matter what you do to me."

Megatron's optics flashed, a flicker of admiration warring with the all-consuming rage that threatened to consume him. This female was unlike any he had ever encountered before - and that only fueled his desire to possess her, body and soul.
Optimus Prime burst onto the scene with a roar, his massive chassis shaking the ground as he strode towards the struggling pair. His optics flashed with a mixture of concern and outrage as he beheld Megatron's grip on Y/n's throat.

In an instant, Optimus was upon them, his metal hand closing around Megatron's wrist in a vice-like grip. "Release her, Megatron!" Optimus commanded, his voice a thunderous boom that seemed to shake the very foundations of the ruined city.

Megatron's optics narrowed, a sneer twisting his metal features as he glared at his long-time rival. "Stay out of this, Autobot." He growled, refusing to relinquish his hold on Y/n. "This female is mine, and I will do with her as I please."

Y/n, her face flushed and her breath coming in agonized gasps, found the strength to glare at Optimus with a venomous fury. "I knew it!" She choked out, her voice ragged and painful. "You and Megatron are in this together. You're both the same - nothing but monsters!."

Optimus flinched as if struck, a flicker of anguish crossing his face at Y/n's words. "No, Y/n, that's not true." He said urgently, his voice laced with a desperate, pleading tone. "I swear to you, I had no part in this. I only want to protect you from harm."

Y/n scoffed, a harsh, bitter sound that caught in her bruised throat. "Protect me?" She spat, writhing in Megatron's grip. "You call this protection? You're just like him - a tyrant, a conqueror, a murderer. You're all the same!"

Optimus's expression darkened, a flicker of anger and hurt warring with the concern etched into the lines of his chassis. "You're wrong, Y/n." He said, his voice low and intense. "I am nothing like Megatron. I fight for peace, for justice, for the protection of all life - organic and Cybertronian alike."

With a surge of strength, Optimus wrenched Megatron's arm back, forcing the Decepticon leader to loosen his grip on Y/n's throat.

Y/n let out a scream of agony as Megatron's grip on her throat suddenly tightened, crushing her windpipe and cutting off her air supply completely. Her hands scrabbled weakly at the unyielding metal, her fingernails screeching against the smooth surface as she struggled desperately to free herself.

Optimus, with a mighty heave of his mechanical muscles, wrenched Megatron's arm back with a screech of grinding metal. The force of the motion tore Y/n from Megatron's grasp, sending her hurtling through the air like a rag doll before she crashed to the ground in a crumpled heap.

Y/n's scream cut off abruptly as she struck the pavement, her skull bouncing against the unyielding surface with a sickening crack. A cloud of dust billowed up around her limp form, obscuring her from view for a moment before settling to reveal the horrifying sight of the journalist lying motionless and unmoving amidst the rubble.

Megatron snarled in fury, his optics blazing with a manic light as he lunged towards Y/n's prone body. But Optimus was quicker, his longer legs carrying him the remaining distance in a matter of moments. He knelt beside Y/n, his metal hands hovering uncertainly over her broken form before he carefully, gently, lifted her into his arms.

Optimus's optics narrowed as he took in the sight of Y/n's injuries, his spark clenching with a pang of anguish at the pain she must have endured. He could see the angry red and purple bruises already blooming across her throat, the way her chest rose and fell with shallow, ragged breaths. And the blood... there was so much blood, matting her hair and pooling beneath her head like a dark, crimson halo.

Optimus rose to his feet, cradling Y/n's unconscious body against his massive chest. He turned to face Megatron, his expression grim and unforgiving. "This ends now." He declared, his voice a low, ominous rumble. "You will not harm Y/n or any other organic again. I swear it."

Megatron threw back his head and laughed, a harsh, grating sound that echoed off the ruined walls and set Optimus's denta on edge. "You think you can stop me, Autobot?" He sneered, taking a step forward Optimus's grip on Y/n tightened protectively as Megatron advanced, his optics flashing with a dangerous light.

"I know I can stop you, Megatron." He rumbled, his voice dropping to a low, menacing growl. "I will stop you. By any means necessary."
Megatron's optics narrowed, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face at the unyielding determination in Optimus's words. But it was quickly replaced by a sneer, and he took another step forward, his metal feet shaking the ground with each thunderous stride.

"You talk big, Autobot." Megatron taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "But we both know that you won't risk hurting the little human by fighting back. You're too soft, too weak to do what is necessary."

Optimus said nothing, his gaze never leaving Megatron's as he slowly, deliberately, stepped back. With each step, he put more distance between himself and the looming Decepticon, until he stood at the edge of the ruined street, the darkness of the alleyway yawning behind him.

Megatron's optics widened, a flicker of confusion and suspicion entering their crimson depths. He hesitated, his head tilting to the side as he tried to discern Optimus's intentions. "What are you playing at, Autobot?" He demanded, his voice a low, threatening rumble. "You can't run from this, Prime. Face me like a true warrior, and let the best Cybertronian win."

Optimus's expression never changed, his gaze remaining locked with Megatron's as he slowly, carefully, lowered Y/n's unconscious body to the ground. He positioned her gently, cradling her head on his forearm and supporting her back with his other hand, ensuring that she was as comfortable as possible in her vulnerable state.
Only then did he straighten up to his full height, his chassis expanding and his frame shifting as he prepared himself for the battle to come. Optimus's optics blazed with a fierce, unwavering light as he met Megatron's gaze head-on, his voice ringing out with a power and authority that seemed to shake the very foundations of the city.

"I am not running from anything, Megatron." Optimus declared, his voice a thunderous boom that seemed to echo in Y/n's ears

Y/n's eyes fluttered open, her vision swimming and blurred as she slowly regained consciousness. A sharp, throbbing pain pulsed in her forehead, and she could feel the sticky warmth of blood drying on her skin. She blinked, trying to clear her eyes and get her bearings, and that's when she realized with a jolt of pure terror that she was being held in Optimus's arms.

Y/n's scream tore through the air like a razor, a sound of pure, unbridled panic and despair. She thrashed and struggled in Optimus's grip, pounding at his metal chest with her small, fragile fists. "Let me go!" She shrieked, her voice raw and hoarse from the abuse her throat had suffered. "Don't touch me, you... you monster!"

Optimus's optics widened in shock and dismay at Y/n's hysterical reaction, his chassis stiffening as if physically struck by her words. He gentled his grip on her, his touch becoming almost tender as he tried to soothe her fears. "Y/n, please, you must calm yourself." He said urgently, his deep voice a low, rumbling murmur. "You are safe now. I won't let anyone harm you."

But Y/n was beyond reason, her mind consumed by the lingering terror of Megatron's brutal assault and the horror of finding herself at the mercy of the Autobot leader. She continued to struggle and scream, her feet kicking out wildly as she fought to free herself from Optimus's grasp.

Megatron watched the scene unfold with a look of amusement, his optics glinting with cruel enjoyment as Y/n tore herself apart in Optimus's arms. "It seems your little human doesn't want your help, Autobot." He taunted, his voice dripping with malicious glee. "Perhaps she knows what you really are - a fraud, a liar, a hypocrite who preaches peace while hiding a monster beneath your shiny exterior."

Y/n panics, sobs, covering her face in terror "Oh God! I'm going to die!" Believing that a terrible fate was going to befall her by being in the hands of both leaders "What the hell do you want me for!? What are you looking for from me!? You caused this!" She snaps furiously at both Cybertronian leaders

Optimus's expression darkened, a flicker of hurt and anger crossing his face at Y/n's accusations. He gentled his grip on her, his touch becoming almost tender as he tried to soothe her fears, but Y/n only sobbed harder, her body shaking with the force of her terror.

Megatron threw back his head and laughed, a harsh, grating sound that echoed off the ruined walls. "What do we want from you, little one?" He taunted, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Isn't it obvious? We want everything."

Optimus's optics flashed, a warning glare directed at his nemesis. "Not like this, Megatron." He growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "Not by force and intimidation. I won't let you hurt her again."

Y/n could only sob harder, burying her face in her hands as the terrible realization of her fate washed over her. She was trapped, caught between two titanic beings who cared for nothing but their own desires, their own twisted ambitions. And she was the key to achieving them.

"You caused this!" She screamed, her voice raw and hoarse with anguish. "Both of you! You and your stupid war, your stupid pride, your stupid... stupid..." She trailed off into incoherent sobs, her body wracked with despair.

Optimus's expression softened, a pang of regret and sorrow etched into the lines of his chassis. "I am sorry, Y/n." He said softly, his deep voice a low, soothing murmur. "I never meant for you to be caught in the middle of this. I only wanted to protect you, to keep you safe from harm."

But Y/n was too far gone in her terror to hear the sincerity in Optimus's words. She could only see the monster before her, the being who had once claimed to be a symbol of hope and peace, now revealed as just another tyrant seeking to use her for his own ends.

Megatron's voice dropped to a low, seductive purr as he turned his full attention to Y/n, his optics softening to a smoldering, almost tender glow. He took a step closer to the trembling woman, his metal frame seeming to loom even larger and more imposing as he invaded her personal space.

"Listen to me, little Y/n." He murmured, his deep voice a rumble that seemed to resonate in the very core of her being. "I know my methods may seem... unorthodox. But I only want what is best for our future, for the glorious destiny that awaits us."

He reached out, one metal hand hovering just inches from Y/n's face, not quite touching but close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his chassis. "You need not fear the Cybertronians, sweet Y/n. With a form like mine, I can show you pleasures and ecstasies beyond your wildest imaginings. I can make you feel things you never dreamed possible."

Megatron's optics roved over Y/n's trembling form, lingering on the curves of her body, the delicate lines of her face. His voice dropped even lower, a husky whisper that seemed to caress her skin like a physical touch. "Imagine it, Y/n - a union between our kinds, a blending of organic and Cybertronian in a way that has never been seen before. Our offspring would be the finest warriors, the most beautiful beings in the galaxy. Is that not a worthy cause, a noble purpose for a woman of your beauty and strength?"

Optimus's frame shuddered with barely contained rage at Megatron's brazen attempt to seduce Y/n, his optics blazing with a furious light. "Y/n, don't listen to him!" He snapped, his voice a thunderous roar. "He is manipulating you, twisting your emotions to serve his own selfish ends. He cares nothing for you, only for the power he seeks to gain through you!"

Y/n could only stare at Megatron in a mix of horrified fascination and revulsion, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. The idea of being united with a Cybertronian, of bearing their children, filled her with a deep, primal dread. And yet, there was a part of her, a traitorous, desperate part, that whispered Megatron's words held a terrible.

Y/n found a sudden surge of strength and resolve within herself, her eyes flashing with a fierce, defiant light as she glared at Megatron. "I'm not going with either of you!" She declared, her voice ringing out with a power and conviction that belied her small stature. "I won't be a pawn in your twisted games, a prize to be won and claimed like some sort of trophy!"

She turned to face Optimus, her expression softening slightly as she met his gaze. "And you," she said, her voice still firm but tinged with a note of pleading, "are going to put me down right now. At least have the decency to let my wounds heal before you subject me to whatever fate you have in store for me."

Optimus's optics widened in surprise at Y/n's sudden show of strength, a flicker of respect and admiration warring with the concern etched into the lines of his chassis. "Y/n, I..." He began, but she cut him off with a sharp, decisive gesture.

"No, Optimus." She said, her voice brooking no argument. "I know you mean well, but I can't... I won't... I need time. I need to heal, both physically and emotionally, before I can even begin to process all of this."

She took a shuddering breath, her small hands clenching into fists at her sides. "Please, Optimus. I'm asking you for one small mercy, one shred of the compassion you claim to hold so dear. Let me go. Let me heal. And then... then we can talk."

Optimus hesitated, a battle raging in his optics as he weighed the consequences of his next move. Finally, with a heavy, reluctant sigh, he nodded slowly. "Very well, Y/n." He said softly, his deep voice a low, grudging murmur. "I will honor your request. For now."

He lowered her gently to the ground, his metal hands supporting her until she found her footing. Y/n wobbled for a moment, her knees weak and unsteady, but she maintained her balance, her back straight and her head held high.

Only then did Optimus step back, his chassis expanding as he prepared to leave Y/n to her healing. "I will be nearby," he promised, his voice a low, fervent rumble.

After this Y/n went home, treated and cleaned her wound, then too take a bath, she felt exhausted, suddenly she felt a tremor. Y/n stumbled out of her bathroom, still dripping wet and wrapped only in a towel, as the sound of the argument reached her ears. She hurried to the window overlooking her garden, pulling aside the curtain to find Optimus and Megatron standing face to face, their chassis looming over the small yard.

Optimus stood his ground, his optics blazing with a fierce, unyielding light as he confronted his nemesis. "I told you, Megatron, I will not allow you to pursue Y/n any further!" He roared, his voice a thunderous boom that shook the very glass in the window. "She has made her wishes clear - she wants nothing to do with either of us!"

Megatron threw back his head and laughed. "You think you can protect her from her destiny, Autobot?" He taunted, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "She is the key to our future, the mother of a new Cybertronian race. She cannot run from that forever!"

Y/n's eyes widened in shock and outrage at the sight of the two titanic beings arguing over her fate like she was some kind of prize. She felt a surge of anger and indignation rising within her, a fierce determination to take control of her own life.

"Hey!" She shouted, her voice a shrill, furious screech as she pounded on the window. "Hey, you two! I thought I told you to leave me alone!"

Both Cybertronians turned to face her, their optics widening in surprise at her sudden appearance. Y/n glared at them, her small frame trembling with rage and humiliation at being caught in such a vulnerable state.

She clutched her towel tighter around herself, suddenly acutely aware of her nakedness beneath the thin, damp fabric. "I said, leave me alone!" She repeated, her voice shaking but still fierce. "I don't care about your stupid war or your stupid plans. I just want to be left in peace!"

Optimus's expression softened, a pang of regret and sorrow etched into the lines of his chassis. "Y/n, please..." He began, but Megatron cut him off with a scornful laugh.

Megatron stepped forward, his metal feet shaking the ground with each thunderous stride. Megatron's optics glowed with a cruel, mocking light as he loomed over Y/n's small, fragile frame. He leaned forward, his metal face mere inches from her, his voice a low, menacing growl.

"You cannot run from your destiny, little Y/n. The universe has a plan for you, and I will not let you throw it away so easily."

Y/n stood her ground, despite the fear that gripped her heart. She raised her chin defiantly, glaring up at Megatron with all the fiery courage she could muster.

"I don't care about your plans or your destiny," she spat, her voice shaking but unwavering. "I am my own being, not a puppet for you or anyone else to control. I won't let you use me, Megatron. I won't let you violate my choices and my body. I am not your queen, your lover, or your anything. I refuse to be a pawn in your sick games."
Y/n let out a frustrated sigh, her shoulders slumping as she shook her head in disbelief. "You're talking about reproduction, but I highly doubt that robots like you can even reproduce." She said, a note of skepticism and confusion coloring her voice. "Besides, we're not... compatible. I mean, have you even looked at yourselves? You're machines, not... not..." She trailed off, a blush rising to her cheeks as the reality of their differences sank in.

Optimus's optics flickered, a hint of understanding and perhaps a touch of embarrassment in their blue depths. "I know this must be difficult for you to comprehend, Y/n." He said softly, his deep voice a low, gentle rumble. "The truth is, Cybertronian biology is quite different from that of organics. We do not... function in the same way."

Megatron, however, seemed unfazed by Y/n's skepticism, a smirk playing across his metallic features. "You underestimate us, Y/n." He said, his voice a low, seductive purr. "The Cybertronians are beings of immense power and adaptability. Our forms are not limited by the constraints of organic flesh. With the right technology and a little... modification, anything is possible."

Y/n's eyes widened in disbelief and horror at the implication of Megatron's words. "Modification?" She gasped, her voice a note of revulsion. "You can't be serious. You're talking about... about violating the very essence of what it means to be a living being. I won't let you do that to me, or to anyone else!"

She shook her head vehemently, her wet hair flying around her shoulders as she stepped back from the window. "No. Absolutely not. I won't be a part of this, any of this. I don't care what you think you can do. I won't let you touch me, or change me, or use me for your twisted experiments. I am not your lab rat, Megatron. I am not your anything."

Y/n took another step back, her towel clutched tightly around her as she turned away from the window. "I think you both need to leave. Now. Before this goes any further. I mean it."
Megatron's optics gleamed with a predatory light. He leaned in closer, his metallic frame looming over her smaller, more fragile one.
"Oh, but I am quite serious, Y/n." He murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble that seemed to vibrate through her very bones. "The Cybertronians are not merely machines, as you so quaintly put it. We are beings of immense complexity and versatility. And yes, we do possess our own... unique anatomy."

Y/n felt a fierce blush rising to her cheeks at the implication of Megatron's words, a wave of embarrassment and a strange, traitorous flutter of curiosity washing over her. She gripped her towel tighter, suddenly acutely aware of her own nakedness beneath the thin, damp fabric.

"I... I don't know if I want to know about that." She stammered, her voice a note of flustered disbelief. "It's just so... strange to think about. Robots having... having..." She trailed off, unable to bring herself to say the word out loud. Megatron, however, had no such qualms.

"Having a penis?" He finished for her, a wicked smirk playing across his metallic features. "Indeed, Y/n. And not just any penis, but one of immense size and power. More than enough to satisfy even the most... discerning of females."

Y/n's blush deepened, spreading down her neck and disappearing beneath the collar of her towel. She shook her head, trying to clear the sudden, vivid images that Megatron's words had conjured in her mind.

"I... I don't want to think about that." She repeated, her voice a note of desperate denial even as a small, treacherous part of her mind whispered that it might be interesting to discover just how different Cybertronian anatomy truly was.

Optimus, meanwhile, looked deeply uncomfortable with this turn in the conversation, his optics flickering with a mix of embarrassment and dismay. "Megatron, please, this is not the time or the place for such a discussion." He said, his voice a low, chiding rumble. "Y/n has been through a great deal, and sheneeds time to process all of this without being bombarded with... with such graphic and inappropriate details." Optimus continued, his voice a low, stern rebuke of Megatron's lewd remarks. "I must insist that you cease this line of conversation immediately."

Megatron smirked at Y/n's flustered reaction, his crimson optics glinting with cruel amusement as he watched the blush spread down her neck and disappear beneath the collar of her towel. He pressed on, determined to pique her curiosity and unsettle her resolve.

"They are called 'spikes', Y/n." He murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Massive, throbbing spikes of pure Cybertronian metal, designed for one purpose and one purpose alone - to bring pleasure and ecstasy to a female like yourself."

Y/n's eyes widened, and she felt a sudden, shameful flutter of heat between her thighs. Unconsciously, she rubbed them together, trying to alleviate the sudden ache that Megatron's words had ignited within her. She shook her head, trying to clear the vivid, obscene images from her mind.

"I... I don't want to know about your... your spikes." She stammered, her voice a note of desperate denial even as a small, treacherous part of her mind whispered that it might be thrilling to discover just how different Cybertronian anatomy truly was. "It's too... too much. I can't even imagine..."

Optimus looked increasingly uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation, his chassis shifting from foot to foot as he struggled to find the right words to intervene. "Y/n, I know this must be shocking and overwhelming for you." He said softly, his deep voice a low, gentle rumble. "But I assure you, you need not concern yourself with the intimate details of Cybertronian physiology. What matters is that you are safe, and that I will do everything in my power to protect you from any harm, be it physical or emotional."

But Megatron was relentless, his smirk widening as he sensed Y/n's growing curiosity and reluctance. "Imagine it, Y/n," he murmured, his voice a low, hypnotic purr. "A thick, pulsing spike, hot and hard and ready to claim you, to fill you, to stretch you in ways you never dreamed possible. Picture it throbbing within you, bringing you to heights of ecstasy you can only begin to imagine. That is the true power of a Cybertronian mech, and that is what I can offer you."

Y/n felt her heart pounding in her chest, a flush of heat spreading through her body. Y/n's breath caught in her throat, a startled gasp escaping her lips at Megatron's brazen words. She shook her head vehemently, trying to dispel the shockingly vivid images his words had conjured. "No... no, I can't think about that." She stammered, her voice a mix of flustered denial and reluctant fascination. "It's too... too intimate, too personal. I won't let you violate me like that, Megatron. I won't be your... your toy, your plaything to use as you see fit." Despite her protests, Susan could not fully ignore the traitorous flutter of curiosity that Megatron's words had ignited within her.

Optimus, sensing Y/n's inner turmoil, stepped forward with a look of fierce determination etched into every line of his chassis. "Y/n, listen to me." He said, his voice a low, urgent rumble. "You are not a toy or a plaything. You are a strong, intelligent, and fiercely independent woman. I will not allow Megatron to exploit your curiosity for his own twisted ends. If you wish to explore this... this matter, we can do so on your terms, in a safe and consensual manner. But I swear to you, I will never let Megatron force himself upon you or violate your boundaries. Your body, your choices, your rules - that is my solemn promise to you."
But Megatron's optics narrowed, a wicked gleam of triumph in their red depths as he sensed Y/n's growing arousal. He leaned in closer, his metallic frame looming over her smaller, more fragile one. His voice dropped to a low, seductive growl as he spoke.

"Your curiosity is written all over your face, Y/n. And I can smell it too, the heady scent of your desire, your awakening lust. You may deny it with your words, but your body betrays you. You are dying of curiosity, longing to discover the depths of pleasure that only a Cybertronian male can provide."

Y/n shuddered, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck as Megatron's words struck a chord within her. She crossed her legs tightly, trying to ignore the throbbing ache that had begun to build between her thighs. It was true, as much as she hated to admit it, a part of her was consumed by a burning desire to learn more, to experience the forbidden fruits of Cybertronian anatomy.

Optimus, however, looked deeply unsettled by Megatron's brazen tactics. He stepped between the two of them, his chassis expanding to shield Y/n from Megatron's leering gaze. "Enough, Megatron." He said, his voice a low, warning rumble. "I will not allow you to manipulate Y/n in this manner. If she wishes to explore this matter, it will be on her terms and with her full, enthusiastic consent. But I will not let you blackmail or coerce her into anything she's not ready for."

Optimus turned to Y/n, his optics softening to a warm, reassuring blue as he spoke to her gently. "Y/n, I know this is all very new and overwhelming for you. But if you do wish to learn more about Cybertronian anatomy, I will be here to guide you every step of the way. We can take things as slow as you need, and I will never push you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Your safety, your comfort, and your consent are my top priorities. Always."

Y/n took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of trepidation and exhilaration as she made her decision. She knew she was stepping into uncharted territory, agreeing to explore a relationship with an alien being unlike any she had ever encountered before. But as much as her rational mind warned her of the risks, a deeper, more primal part of her yearned to cast off the shackles of her old life and dive headlong into this new, exciting world.

Y/n met Optimus's gaze, her own eyes a mix of nervous anticipation and tentative hope. "Don't think I'm agreeing to go with you, but..." She began, her voice wavering slightly before she found her resolve. "...maybe I could try. I'm telling you, this is my first time with an alien robot. With you." She added the last part softly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks at the admission.

Optimus's optics softened with a look of gentle understanding and respect for Y/n's decision. "I understand,Y/n," he said softly, his deep voice a low, soothing rumble. "I know this is a big step for you, and I want you to know that I appreciate your trust in me. I promise you, I will not betray that trust. We can take this as slow as you need, and I will be with you every step of the way. Your comfort and consent are my top priorities, always."

Y/n nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude and relief wash over her at Optimus's reassuring words. "Thank you, Optimus," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know this isn't going to be easy, but... I'm ready to try. I want to explore this... this connection between us, and see where it leads."

She turned to face Megatron, her chin lifted in a show of newfound determination. "I'm doing this by choice, Megatron," she said firmly, her voice a note of defiant pride. "No one is manipulating me or forcing me into anything. I am a grown woman, and I make my own decisions. I choose to explore this, with Optimus, on my own terms." Y/n took a deep breath, steeling herself for the unknown. She looked up at Optimus, her eyes shining with a mix of nerves and determination.

"I'm ready to try this, Optimus. I want to experience everything with you, even if it means facing my fears and stepping out of my comfort zone. I trust you to guide me and keep me safe."

She turned to Megatron, her voice firm and resolute. "And I meant what I said - I am choosing this, Megatron. I am not your puppet or your plaything. I am a strong, independent woman who knows her own mind and desires. I am doing this because I want to, not because you manipulated or blackmailed me into it."

Y/n reached out and took Optimus's large, metal hand in her much smaller, softer one. The contrast between their forms was striking, but the connection between them was undeniable. "Let's go somewhere private, Optimus," she said softly, a blush coloring her cheeks. "Somewhere we can talk more... and maybe do more than talk." She glanced up at him from beneath lowered lashes, a coy smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "I want to learn everything about you, about us. And I want to do it on my terms, in a safe and loving environment. Will you show me the way?"

Optimus's optics softened with a look of tender affection as he sensed Y/n's readiness and willingness to explore this new chapter of her life with him. He squeezed her small hand gently in his much larger, metal one, a silent promise of protection and support.

Megatron, however, scoffed at Y/n's bold declaration, a cruel smirk twisting his metallic features. "You think you're ready, little Y/n?" He taunted, his voice a low, mocking growl. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. The depths of pleasure and ecstasy that await you are beyond anything an organic like you can possibly imagine."

Optimus stepped forward, placing himself protectively between Y/n and Megatron. "Enough, Megatron," he said, his voice a low, warning rumble. "Y/n has made her choice, and I will not let you undermine her decision with your cruel taunts and manipulations. She is ready to explore this with me, and I will be the one to guide her through it, with patience, care, and unwavering respect for her boundaries and desires."

Optimus turned to Y/n, his optics glowing with a warm, inviting light. "Are you ready to leave with me, Y/n?" he asked softly, extending his metal arm to her. "I know a place nearby where we can go, somewhere private and peaceful, with all the comforts and safety measures we'll need for... intimate discussions and explorations."

Y/n nodded, a mix of nerves and anticipation fluttering in her stomach as she placed her hand in the crook of Optimus's arm. "Yes, Optimus," she murmured, looking up at him with a shy smile. "I'm ready."

With that, the trio arrived at the secluded location, a tranquil and private forest clearing, Megatron continued to taunt and mock Y/n's decision to explore this new relationship with Optimus.

"Look at you, little Y/n, thinking you're ready for a Cybertronian mech." Megatron sneered, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "You have no idea what you're in for. Optimus is too soft, too gentle. He won't be able to satisfy you the way a true Cybertronian can."

Y/n, growing weary of Megatron's constant derision, took a deep breath and made a sudden decision. In one swift, bold motion, she reached up and untied her towel, letting it drop to the forest floor with a soft rustle of fabric. She stood before the two Cybertronian leaders, her skin glowing in the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above.

"Enough, Megatron!" Y/n declared, her voice a note of firm finality despite her nude state. "I am tired of your constant mocking and underestimating of me. I know my own mind and body, and I have made my choice."

Optimus's optics widened in surprise at Y/n's sudden act of boldness, a mix of admiration and arousal flashing in their blue depths. He quickly stepped forward, placing his metal frame between Y/n and Megatron in a protective gesture.

"Y/n, you are a remarkable being," Optimus murmured, his deep voice a low, awed rumble. "Brave, confident, and unapologetic about your desires. I am honored that you chose to bare yourself to me, literally and figuratively." He turned to Megatron, a look of fierce determination etched into every line of his chassis. "I will not let you disrespect Y/n any longer, Megatron. She has made her choice, and I will stand by her and support her in it."
Megatron's optics widened in amazement as he drank in the sight of Y/n's naked form, his gaze roaming hungrily over every curve and dip of her soft, skin. Despite his earlier taunts, he found himself inexplicably drawn to her, captivated by the delicate beauty of her human body.

Unable to resist, Megatron reached out a large, servo and gently brushed his fingertips along the smooth expanse of Y/n's shoulder, marveling at the stark contrast between his cold, unyielding frame and her warm, pliant flesh. Y/n shivered at his touch, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck as she felt the chill of Megatron's metal fingers against her skin.

Y/n bit her lower lip, a soft gasp escaping her as Megatron's touch sent a jolt of sensation through her body. She knew it was wrong to let him touch her like this, to allow him to join in this intimate moment with Optimus, but she couldn't deny the thrill it sent through her veins.

Megatron's hand drifted lower, his fingers skimming the side of her breast, tracing the delicate swell of her curves. Y/n's breath hitched in her throat, her nipples tightening into stiff peaks beneath his touch. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, a dampness gathering at the apex of her legs as Megatron's exploration stoked the flames of her arousal.

Optimus watched the exchange warily, his optics flickering with a mix of possessive protectiveness and reluctant acceptance. He knew Y/n had every right to explore this new relationship on her own terms, and if that meant allowing Megatron a moment to admire her beauty, then he would have to tolerate it. For now.

Suddenly, Y/n take Optimus's hand, pulling him closer with a look of desperate, wanton desire in her eyes. "You too, Optimus," she breathed, her voice a needy whisper.

Optimus hesitated for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty in his optics as he weighed the implications of Y/n's request. But seeing the raw, unbridled lust in her eyes and feeling the urgency of her grip on his hand, he knew he could not refuse her. This was her journey, her experience, and she had invited him to be a part of it.

With a low, rumbling growl of acceptance, Optimus allowed Y/n to pull him close, his metal frame pressing against her soft, naked skin. He reached out, his large hands cupping the weight of her breasts, thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks of her nipples. Y/n gasped, arching into his touch, the dual sensations of cold and warm, hard and soft, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

Megatron, not wanting to be left behind, slid his hands lower, his fingers dipping teasingly into the slick heat between Y/n's thighs. Y/n cried out, her hips jerking forward as she felt his metal digits brush against her most sensitive places, stroking and teasing her folds until they glistened with her arousal.

The two Cybertronians worked in tandem, their servos and digits exploring every inch of Y/n's body with a mix of gentleness and hunger. Optimus leaned down, his metal lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he murmured words of praise and encouragement, telling her how beautiful and desirable she was, how much he ached to claim her as his own.

Megatron, meanwhile, peppered open-mouthed kisses along the column of Y/n's throat, his glossa flicking out to taste the salt of her skin. His servos gripped her hips, pulling her closer, grinding her slick
Y/n's breath came in short, sharp gasps as Megatron's touch ignited a fire within her, his cold metal fingers leaving trails of goosebumps and tingling skin in their wake. She could feel the heat building between her legs, a growing dampness that signaled her body's eager response to his exploration.

Y/n's body trembled and shuddered as Megatron's thick metal fingers plunged deep into her slick, eager entrance. A long, wanton moan tore from her throat, her inner walls clenching and fluttering around the welcome intrusion. Her legs quaked, struggling to maintain their stance as the dual stimulation from both Cybertronians sent shockwaves of pleasure crashing through her.

Optimus and Megatron continued their relentless assault, their hands and mouths never ceasing their exploration of Y/n's curves. Optimus's fingers pinched and rolled her nipples, drawing gasps and whimpers from her lips as he teased and tormented the sensitive buds. At the same time, Megatron's fingers pumped in and out of her dripping core, his thumb circling and rubbing against her aching clit, stoking the flames of her desire ever higher.

Y/n could only cling to them, her fingers digging into the unyielding metal of their frames as she rode out the intense sensations. Her head lolled back, optics fluttering closed as she lost herself in the haze of pleasure, her body writhing and undulating between her two lovers.

Optimus leaned in, his metal lips claiming Y/n's in a searing kiss, his glossa delving deep to tangle with hers. Y/n moaned into his mouth, her own tongue dancing and twining with his as she poured all her passion and need into the kiss. Above them, Megatron latched onto the tender skin of Y/n's throat, suckling and biting, determined to leave his mark upon her flesh.
Y/n kissed Optimus back with a fervor she had never known before, a hunger that consumed her entirely. It was true that this was unlike any intimate encounter she had experienced with human men, but there was no denying the intense, all-consuming pleasure it brought her. She found herself craving more, needing to explore this new world of sensation and passion.

Just as Y/n lost herself in the heat of the kiss, she felt Megatron's fingers withdraw from her dripping core. Before she could miss their presence, she gasped as she heard the unmistakable sound of metal grinding against metal, signaling Megatron's intention to reveal his own desire.

Y/n's eyes flew open wide, her gaze locking onto Megatron as he revealed the massive, throbbing spike protruding from his metal frame. Her heart raced at the sight, a mix of trepidation and awe filling her as she took in the sheer size and girth of his Cybertronian manhood. She had never seen anything like it before, and the sheer magnitude of Megatron's arousal sent a thrill of excitement and nervousness through her.

Optimus, sensing Y/n's reaction, murmured softly against her lips. "Don't worry, Y/n," he assured her, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "We will take this slow, and I will be here to guide you every step of the way. Megatron may be... well, he may be eager, but I will make sure that your pleasure and comfort come first."

Y/n swallowed hard, her gaze flickering between the two Cybertronians as she nodded slowly, a tentative smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Okay," she whispered, her voice a note of trusting acceptance. "I trust you, Optimus."

Megatron's optics glowed with a fierce, possessive light as he took in Y/n's wide-eyed expression, relishing the mix of trepidation and desire he saw reflected there. A cruel smirk twisted his metal features as he reached out, wrapping one large hand around the thick, throbbing length of his spike, giving it a slow, teasing stroke.

"See something you like, little Y/n?" he taunted, his voice a low, mocking growl. "Don't worry, you'll get to feel every inch of it soon enough. I promise, I'll make sure this tight little body of yours remembers exactly who it belongs to."

Optimus stepped forward, placing himself protectively between Y/n and Megatron, his chassis expanding to shield her from Megatron's lewd display. "Enough, Megatron," he said, his voice a low, warning rumble. "Y/n is not a piece of property to be claimed or owned. She is a partner, an equal, and she will be treated with the respect and consideration she deserves."

He turned to Y/n, his optics softening to a warm, reassuring blue as he spoke gently to her. "Y/n, I want you to know that you are in control here. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or unsure, you can stop this immediately. Your comfort and consent are the only things that matter to me."

Y/n took a deep, shuddering breath, her gaze locked onto Optimus's kind, compassionate optics. She knew that with him by her side, she could face any challenge or fear that arose. And as she glanced back at Megatron's impressive, intimidating form, she felt a surge of excitement and determination.

"I trust you, Optimus," she said softly, her voice a note of steadfast resolve. "I want to do this, with both of you." With that, Y/n reached out, her slender human hand wrapping around Optimus's metal one, intertwining their fingers. She squeezed his hand gently, a silent promise of her trust and commitment to this journey they were about to embark upon together.

Y/n's heart raced as she slowly, almost hesitantly, parted her thighs, revealing the glistening, dripping intimacy of her most private place to Megatron's hungry gaze. The cool air of the forest clearing kissed her heated skin, making her shiver slightly as anticipation coiled tightly in her belly.

Megatron's optics glowed with a feral, possessive light as he drank in the sight of Y/n's exposed, eager sex. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, the thick, throbbing head of his massive spike pressing against her slick folds.

Y/n gasped, her back arching slightly off the forest floor as she felt the intense, pleasurable pressure of Megatron's metal hardness nudging insistently at her entrance. With a low, rumbling growl of satisfaction, Megatron began to push forward, his hips rocking steadily as he slowly, inexorably, sank his immense length into Y/n's tight, welcoming heat. Y/n's walls stretched and widened to accommodate Megatron's girth, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort radiating through her as she was filled and stretched in a way she had never experienced before.
Y/n let out a long, drawn-out moan, her fingers digging into the soft earth beneath her as Megatron's spike buried itself deeper and deeper into her core. She could feel every throbbing, pulsing inch of his Cybertronian manhood as it claimed her, filling her so completely that it took her breath away.

Optimus watched the intimate act unfold, his optics softening with a mix of concern and awe as he witnessed Y/n's body accepting Megatron's impressive size. He knew she needed to take this at her own pace, and he would be there to support and guide her, no matter what.

Y/n's body trembled and shuddered as Megatron's immense spike filled her so completely, stretching her walls in a way she had never experienced before. A primitive, hunger awakened deep within her, a lustful desire to be taken for her Cybertronian lover's pleasure.

She looked up at Megatron, her eyes glazed over with a haze of lust and need, and managed to gasp out, "You can move...Megatron."

Optimus watched Y/n's transformation with a mix of concern and admiration, seeing the way her body responded to Megatron's dominance. He knew she needed to explore this new side of herself, this raw, unbridled desire. But he would be there to make sure she didn't lose herself completely.

Sensing Y/n's urgent need, Megatron flashed a cruel, triumphant smirk, his optics gleaming with a feral light. "As my Conjunx Endura commands," he growled, before he began to move.

He started with slow, deep thrusts, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm as he withdrew nearly all the way before slamming back into Y/n's welcoming heat. With each powerful thrust, Y/n let out a gasping moan, her body jolting and shuddering with the force of Megatron's lovemaking.

Optimus watched the erotic display, feeling a mix of possessive pride and reluctant arousal as he saw Y/n losing herself in the pleasure of Megatron's touch. He knew he needed to intervene, to make sure Susan didn't forget her own needs and desires in the heat of the moment.

Megatron claims Y/n's lips, Y/n gasped and moaned into Megatron's aggressive, claiming kiss as he increased the force and speed of his powerful thrusts. Her slender arms wrapped around his metallic shoulders, fingers digging into the unyielding alloy as she clung to him tightly, reciprocating the passionate embrace with a fervor that matched his own.

As Megatron's spike plunged in and out of her, Y/n could feel her inner walls beginning to contract and flutter around his girth, a sign of her rapidly building arousal. Each deep, driving thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her, stoking the flames of her lust to new heights.

Optimus watched the heated exchange with a mix of concern and reluctant admiration, seeing the way Y/n lost herself in the intensity of Megatron's lovemaking. He knew she needed to explore this new side of herself, but he also knew she couldn't afford to forget her own needs and boundaries in the process.

Sensing Y/n's growing need, Megatron's thrusts became more erratic, more demanding. He gripped her hips with his servos, digits digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises as he pulled her closer, slamming his spike into her with a force that left her breathless.

"Megatron!" Y/n cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation as she felt her climax fast approaching. "I... I'm going to... ahhhh!"

Optimus, seeing Y/n teetering on the edge, stepped forward and gently cupped her face in his large, metallic hand. "Remember, Y/n," he murmured softly, his voice a soothing counterpoint to Megatron's rougher handling, "you are in control. Your pleasure is the only thing that matters. Don't be afraid to take what you need."
Y/n's body convulsed and shuddered beneath Megatron as her climax crashed over her like a tidal wave. She threw her head back, a high, keening moan tearing from her throat as the intense pleasure consumed her entirely. "I-I can't take it anymore!" she cried out, her voice a mix of ecstasy and desperation.

At that moment, Megatron let out a roar of triumph, his optics flaring a blinding red as his own release overtook him. His spike pulsed and throbbed within Y/n's clenching walls, before erupting in a torrent of scorching transfluid. The molten heat of his release filled Y/n completely, marking her, claiming her as his own.

Y/n could only cling to Megatron's frame, her body wracked with the force of her own climax and the overwhelming sensation of Megatron's scorching essence flooding her insides. She had never experienced anything like this before, a pleasure so intense and all-consuming that it bordered on pain.

Optimus watched the erotic spectacle unfold, feeling a mix of awe and concern as he witnessed Y/n's body accepting Megatron's release. He knew she needed to experience this, to explore the depths of her own lust and desire, but he also knew he had to make sure she didn't lose herself completely in the process.

As the last waves of their shared climax subsided, Optimus leaned in close, his servo gently caressing Y/n's cheek. "Y/n," he murmured softly, "are you alright? That was... intense. I want to make sure you're okay."

Megatron, his chest heaving with the force of his release, finally, pulling back to look down at Y/n with a look of smug, possessive satisfaction. "Not bad, little Y/n," he growled, a cruel smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "I knew you had it in you. I can't wait to see what other hidden depths we can uncover together."

Y/n could only gaze up at Megatron, her eyes glazed over with a mix of awe, exhaustion, and lingering lust. She knew she had just crossed a line, stepped into a new world of pleasure and desire that she had never known before. And as she looked into Megatron's gleaming optics, she felt a thrill of anticipation Y/n slumped back against the forest floor, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath in the aftermath of her earth-shattering climax. A deep flush colored her cheeks, a testament to the intense pleasure and excitement that still coursed through her veins. Megatron's scorching fluids, now cooling within her, served as a delicious reminder of the incredible experience she had just shared.

With a dazed, almost dreamy smile, Y/n looked up at Megatron, her eyes shining with a newfound appreciation for Cybertronian manhood. "That was... incredible," she breathed, her voice a mix of awe and wonder. "I've never felt anything like that before. It was so... intense, so all-consuming."

Y/n's mind raced as she contemplated the implications of her newfound lust for Cybertronian lovers. She had once scoffed at the notion of humans and Autobots co-existing, let alone the idea of intimate relations between the two species. But now, in the afterglow of her explosive climax, she highly doubted she would ever find the same level of pleasure and fulfillment with a human partner.

Optimus, sensing Y/n's thoughts, leaned in close, his optics softening with concern and gentle understanding. "I know that was... a lot to take in. But I want you to know that your feelings are valid, and I'm here to support you, no matter what you decide."

Megatron, meanwhile, smirked down at Y/n, a look of smug satisfaction etched into his metallic features. "You're just now discovering what you've been missing out on, little Y/n," he taunted, his voice a low, mocking growl. "Human men could never compare to the power and prowess of a Cybertronian lover. You'll never be satisfied with anything less than this again."

Y/n bit her lower lip, a thoughtful expression crossing her flushed face as she mulled over Megatron's words. She knew he was right, and the idea of returning to a life without the intense, all-consuming pleasure of Cybertronian manhood filled her with a sudden sense of melancholy. She knew she had crossed a line, and there was no going back. “Optimus…I need you”.
Optimus's optics softened as he gazed down at Y/n, taking in the shy, almost hopeful expression on her flushed face. He could sense her desire, her longing to explore this new world of pleasure with him, and it warmed his spark to know that she wanted him to be a part of it.

Sensing Y/ns hesitation, Optimus gently squeezed her hand, his metal fingers intertwining with hers in a comforting, reassuring gesture. "Y/n," he murmured softly, his deep voice a soothing rumble.

He paused for a moment, his optics flickering with a mix of tender affection and restrained desire. "I want nothing more than to continue this journey with you. But I need you to be sure, Y/n. I want you to know that you're in control, always."

Optimus leaned in closer, his metal lips brushing against Y/n's ear as he whispered, "If you truly want this, want me, then I am yours. I will worship and cherish your body with every ounce of devotion in my spark. All you have to do is say the word, my dear Y/n."

As he spoke, Optimus's other servo slowly, teasingly trailed down the curve of Y/n's side, his digits skimming over the soft, sensitive skin of her hip and thigh. The gentle touch sent a shiver of anticipation racing through Y/n's body, stoking the embers of her lingering lust into a growing flame.

Y/n's heart raced as she gazed up at Optimus, a mix of shy hope and growing desire shining in her eyes. "I... I do want it, Optimus," she breathed, her voice a needy whisper. "I want you. I-I want to feel you.
Y/n let out a long, drawn-out moan as Optimus increased the force and speed of his thrusts, her back arching off the forest floor as the pleasure consumed her. Her fingers dug into his broad, metallic shoulders, nails raking over the unyielding alloy as she clung to him tightly, lost in the throes of her passion.
Megatron watched the heated exchange, a cruel smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he took i n the erotic sight of Optimus and Y/n lost in their lovemaking. A wicked idea suddenly struck him, and he stepped forward, his metal hand coming to rest on Y/n's flushed cheek.

"Y/n, my dear," he purred, his voice a low, seductive growl, "why limit yourself to just one of us? Take this, and indulge in the true depths of Cybertronian pleasure."

With that, Megatron guided his own throbbing spike to Y/n's parted, panting lips. At first, Y/n hesitated, her eyes widening in surprise at Megatron's bold suggestion. But the haze of lust and desire clouding her judgment won out over her initial hesitation, and she found herself leaning forward, wrapping her soft, warm lips around the tip of Megatron's spike.

The sensation was unlike anything Y/n had ever experienced - the heat of her own breath mingling with the scorching, almost painful warmth of Megatron's Cybertronian metal, the weight of his impressive girth stretching her jaw and lips to their limit. But it only served to fuel the inferno of her desire, and she began to bob her head in time with Optimus's increasingly powerful thrusts, taking Megatron's spike deeper into her mouth with each passing second.

Optimus's optics widened in surprise at Megatron's bold move, but the feeling of Y/n's lips wrapped around his ex-friend's spike, the way her body shuddered and trembled with renewed lust and desire, quickly overwhelmed the gentle giant, a low, appreciative growl rumbling through his chassis as Y/n's eager participation in Megatron's lewd suggestion became apparent.

The knowledge that his Conjunx Endura was not only accepting but actively engaging with his long-time rival only served to fuel Optimus's own desire, his movements becoming more urgent, more passionate with each passing second.

Optimus's digits dug into the soft flesh of Y/n's hips, gripping her tightly as he pulled her down to meet his increasingly powerful thrusts. The wet, obscene sound of metal slapping against flesh filled the clearing, mingling with Y/n's muffled moans and Megatron's cruel, mocking laughter.

Megatron's optics glowed with a feral, possessive light as he watched Y/n take his spike deeper, her slender throat bulging slightly with the impressive girth of his member. One of his servos tangled into her hair, gripping the silken strands tightly as he guided her head in a steady, demanding rhythm.

"That's it, little Y/n," Megatron growled, his voice a dark, seductive purr, "take it all, like the eager little slut I knew you were. Prove to us both that you can handle the true power of Cybertronian lovers."

Optimus, lost in his own haze of lust and desire, could only marvel at the erotic sight before him. He had never dreamed that Y/n could be so... insatiable, so hungry for the pleasure and ecstasy that only Cybertronians could provide. And as he felt her body trembling and shaking with the force of her building climax, he knew that he would stop at nothing to bring her to new heights of rapture, again and again, for as long as she desired it.

Y/n could only moan around Megatron's spike as she felt her own release fast approaching, the combined stimulation of Optimus's powerful thrusts and Megatron's crude, dominating actions pushing her rapidly towards the edge. Her walls clenched and fluttered around Optimus's pistoning spike, the slick, scorching heat of her arousal coating his metal length as he plowed into her relentlessly.

Optimus could feel Y/n's body tensing, her muscles tightening as she teetered on the brink of her climax. With a final, mighty thrust

Optimus slammed his hips forward with a mighty, final thrust, burying his throbbing spike to the hilt inside Y/n's spasming, clutching heat. At the same time, Megatron gripped Y/n's hair tightly, holding her head in place as he hilted his own girth deep in her throat, his optics flaring a blinding red.

Y/ns world exploded in a cataclysmic eruption of sensation, her body convulsing and shaking uncontrollably as the most devastating orgasm of her life crashed over her. A scream of pure ecstasy, muffled and distorted, tore from her throat around Megatron's pistoning spike, the sound vibrated through her chest and into Optimus's chassis.

The feeling of Y/n's velvet walls clenching and rippling around his spike, milking him for all he was worth, pushed Optimus over the precipice. With a deafening roar that echoed through the forest, his spike jerked and throbbed as it erupted, painting Y/n's insides with thick, scalding ropes of transfluid.

Megatron let out a feral, triumphant bellow of his own, his metal frame shuddering as Y/n's mouth and throat worked in tandem to coax out his own devastating release. Her tongue swirled and lapped at his sensitive tip, her throat flexing and massaging his girth as she greedily swallowed dow n every last drop of his molten essence.

The three of them remained locked together, their bodies quaking and trembling with the force of their shared climax. Y/n's slender form was sandwiched between the two hulking Cybertronians, her skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat, her hair disheveled and wild. Soft, breathless whimpers and muffled moans spilled from her lips as the aftershocks of her orgasm rolled through her, her body still impaled on both of their throbbing, spent lengths.

Optimus and Megatron, their chests heaving with the effort of their releases, gazed down at Y/n with a mix of awe and amazement. They had both experienced many overloads in their long lives, but none that could compare to the sheer, overwhelming intensity of what they had just shared with Y/n. The human woman had proven herself to be a true Cybertronian lover, able to take and handle the most powerful, dominate partners.
Y/n collapsed against Optimus's broad, metallic chest, her slender form trembling and twitching with the aftershocks of her earth-shattering climax. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as she struggled to fill her lungs, the air around her thick with the intoxicating scent of sex and the musky aroma of Cybertronian arousal.

Optimus's metal arms wrapped around Y/n's quivering form, cradling her close to his chassis as he basked in the afterglow of their shared passion. His optics softened as he gazed down at her, taking in the utterly satisfied, blissful expression on her face. The sight of her flushed cheeks, her lips curled in a contented smile, and the way her thighs glistened and shone with the mingled fluids of their releases filled Optimus with a deep, abiding sense of pride and possessiveness.

Megatron, his own chest heaving with the force of his overload, gazed down at Y/n with a look of smug, self-satisfied smugness. The sight of her, draped across his arch-rival's chassis, marked and claimed by the evidence of their combined lust and desire, only served to fuel his own darkly amused sense of triumph.

With a cruel, mocking smirk, Megatron reached out and trailed a single metal finger along Y/n's jawline, tilting her chin up to force her to meet his gaze. "Not bad, little Y/n," he purred, his voice a low, rumbling growl, "not bad at all. I knew you had it in you, the moment I first laid eyes on you. You're a natural-born Cybertronian slut, through and through."

Y/n could only gaze up at Megatron, her optics glazed over with a mix of lingering lust and deep, bone-deep satisfaction. She knew he was right, knew that she had crossed a line today that she could never hope to return from. But in that moment, with the intoxicating sensations of her climax still singing through her veins, she couldn't bring herself to care.

Optimus's servo gently brushed a sweat-soaked strand of blonde hair from Y/n's face, his touch a soothing caress that made her shudder slightly in his arms. "You were incredible, Y/n," he murmured softly, his deep voice a soothing rumble.

"Well... you guys weren't bad at all," she admits breathlessly. "I admit I'd do it again."

Optimus's optics widened in surprise at Y/n's bold, flirtatious words, a mix of shock and tentative hope shining in their blue depths. He had not dared to dream that Y/n might wish to continue this arrangement, to be his lover in truth and not just a fleeting, passion-filled encounter. But the mischievous grin on her face and the sultry tone of her voice left no doubt that she was being entirely serious in her admission.

Megatron, on the other hand, let out a low, triumphant laugh that reverberated through his chassis. His optics flared a cruel, possessive red as he looked down at Y/n, a look of smug satisfaction etched into his metallic features. "Not bad?" he scoffed, his voice a mocking growl. "Sweet spark, you were born to be a Cybertronian's lover. I've never seen a human take to our kind like a natural the way you have. Optimus is a lucky bot to have caught your eye."

Optimus felt his metal cheeks flushing slightly at Megatron's taunting words, but the swell of affection and love in his spark for Y/n overrode any embarrassment he might have felt at his rival's mocking. He tightened his embrace around Y/n's slender form, pulling her closer to his chassis as he gazed down at her with a look of tender adoration.

Y/n's smile softened, turning more genuine and warm as she gazed up at Optimus. She reached up to cup his faceplate, her slender fingers a gentle caress against the unyielding metal. "I mean it, Optimus," she murmured softly, her voice a soothing purr, "being with you... with both of you... it's like nothing I've ever experienced before."

Optimus's optics shone of joy and emotion at Y/n's heartfelt confession. He leaned into her touch, savoring the gentle warmth of her fingers against his chassis. "Y/n... my dearest Y/n," he rumbled, his voice thick with feeling, "I would be honored for me"
A mischievous smile formed on her lips. "I think I'm in the mood for round two...but this time I'll be more daring."

Optimus's optics widened in astonishment and a hint of embarrassment at Y/n's bold, provocative suggestion. He had never imagined that a human, let alone the one he had come to care for so deeply, could be so... adventurous in their desires. The sheer thought of engaging in such an intimate, daring act with Y/n and Megatron sent a thrill of excitement and trepidation through his circuits.

Megatron, however, let out a low, wicked chuckle at Y/n's proposal. His optics glowed with a cruel, lustful light as he gazed down at her, a look of dark anticipation etched into his metallic features. "My, my, Y/n," he purred, his voice a seductive growl, "I knew you were a natural, but this is a new level even for a Cybertronian slut like yourself. You truly are a delightful little surprise."

With a mischievous grin, Y/n leaned in and pressed her soft, warm lips against Optimus's metallic ones in a tender, loving kiss. She could feel the way his chassis shuddered slightly at her touch, could sense the swell of emotion and affection rising in his spark. When she pulled back, her own smile had turned playful and teasing, a look of wicked promise shining in her eyes.

Optimus swallowed hard, bobbing slightly as he gazed down at Susan with a mix of love, desire, and a hint of nervousness. The thought of tasting her most intimate places, of pleasing her with his glossa, sent a surge of lust and anticipation through his circuits. And the idea of Megatron taking her from behind, claiming her in a way that Optimus had not yet experienced with her... it was both thrilling and daunting.

With a deep, rumbling breath, Optimus gently eased Y/n down onto her back, settling her slender form on the forest floor. He shifted his massive chassis around, positioning himself so that his face was aligned with her glistening, arousal-soaked mound. The scent of their earlier lovemaking still clung to her skin, a heady, intoxicating aroma that made Optimus's spike twitch and throb with renewed desire.

As Y/n settled herself, she turned her head to face Optimus's impressive spike, now slick and glistening with the evidence of their earlier lovemaking. She gazed at it with a mix of awe and anticipation, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she readied herself for what was to come.

Optimus, his optics darkening with lust, leaned in and gently parted Y/n's thighs, exposing her most intimate area to his view. The sight of her swollen, glistening folds made his glossa loll out eagerly, ready to taste her sweet nectar. He could see the way Megatron's girth stretched her, the way her tight, virgin passage clenched and fluttered around his thick length as it speared into her.

Optimus's gaze flicked up to Megatron's face, a moment of male bonding passing between the two Cybertronians as they shared this intimate act with the woman they both desired. A flicker of respect, of understanding, passed between them before Optimus turned his attention back to Y/n's dripping sex.

With a deep, rumbling growl, Optimus leaned in and dragged the flat of his broad, glossa along Y/n's glistening slit, shuddering at the exquisite taste of her arousal. He could feel her hips bucking slightly against his face, could sense her cry of pleasure vibrating through her chassis as he pleasured her most sensitive area.

Y/n, lost in a haze of ecstasy, wrapped her lips around Optimus's throbbing spike and began to suck and lick with wild abandon. She could taste the salty, slightly bitter essence of his previous release, could feel the heat of his metal pulsing against her tongue as she pleasured him. At the same time, she could feel Megatron's girth driving deep into her tight rear passage, stretching her in a way that was both painful and pleasurable beyond belief.

The three of them moved in a sensual, erotic rhythm, each one focused solely on bringing the others to the pinnacle of pleasure. Y/n's cries and moans were muffled by Optimus's spike. The forest around them seemed to fade away, the world narrowing down to the point of their coupling, the slide of flesh and metal against slick, heated skin.
Y/n's cries of ecstasy were indeed muffled, but no less passionate for it, as her lips stretched around Optimus's throbbing spike. Each powerful thrust from Megatron drove a fresh surge of pleasure through Y/n, her back arching as she took him deeper into her most intimate passage. Her velvet walls clenched and rippled around Megatron's girth, slick with her arousal, as he opened her up with skillful, dominate strokes.

Optimus's own grunts of pleasure rumbled through his chassis as Y/n's skilled mouth and tongue worked over his sensitive metal length. The wet, obscene sounds of her suckling and slurping filled the air, mingling with Megatron's animalistic growls as he pounded into Y/n's tight, grasping rear. The silence of the forest was shattered by their passionate coupling, the lewd noises of their lovemaking echoing through the trees.

Y/n could only moan and whimper around Optimus's spike as he pleasured her dripping sex with his dexterous glossa. The slick, sinful muscle delved deep into her folds, stroking and caressing her most sensitive spots with devastating skill. Her hips bucked and writhed against his face, her slender thighs clenching and trembling as the overwhelming sensations consumed her.

Optimus's optics shone with a dark, lustful light as he gazed up at Y/n's contorted face, taking in the way her eyes rolled back in bliss, her tongue lolling out around his girth. The feeling of her throat constricting and fluttering around his spike, the way she suckled and licked at his length with wild abandon, told him all he needed to know about her level of arousal.

Megatron, lost in his own haze of pleasure, gripped Y/n's hips tightly, his metal fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh of her rear. He could feel her tightening, her body tensing as she raced towards her peak, and he redoubled his efforts, pounding into her with all the skill and strength of a Cybertronian warrior.

The three of them moved as one, their bodies joined in a primal dance of lust and desire. Y/n's cries of rapture, muffled though they were, only spurred Optimus and Megatron on, driving them to bring her to the pinnacle of ecstasy. The obscene sounds of their coupling.
Y/n's body tensed, her muscles pulling taut as a bowstring as the overwhelming sensations finally pushed her over the precipice. A scream of pure, unadulterated ecstasy tore from her throat, the sound muffled by the thick, throbbing length of Optimus's spike stretching her lips. At the same time, her hips bucked and shuddered violently, grinding her dripping sex against Optimus's face as her climax crashed over her.

The feeling of Y/n's velvet walls clamping down around Megatron's pistoning girth, the way her body quaked and trembled with the force of her release, was too much for the cruel Cybertronian to withstand. With a final, mighty thrust, he hilted himself inside Y/n's tight, spasming passage, his optics flaring a blinding red as he found his own devastating climax.

Y/n's cries of rapture echoed through Optimus's chassis, the vibrations of her scream sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling along his spike. At the same time, she redoubled her efforts, suckling and licking at his length with wild abandon as she greedily swallowed down every drop of his hot, thick transfluid.
Optimu s's optics rolled back in his head, a guttural, almost feral roar tearing from his throat as Y/n's climax triggered his overload. His hips jerked and shuddered, his spike pulsing and throbbing as it erupted, painting Y/n's convulsing throat with his release. The sheer force of it bathed his mouth and chin in Y/n's sweet, musky essence, the sticky fluid dripping down onto his chest.

The three of them remained locked together, their bodies quaking and trembling as the aftershocks of their shared climax rolled through them. Y/n's slender form was sandwiched between the two hulking Cybertronians, her skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat, her hair splayed out around her head. Soft, breathless moans and whimpers spilled from her lips as she slowly drifted down from the heights of her rapture.

Optimus's metal arms wrapped around Y/n's quivering body, cradling her close to his chassis as he basked in the afterglow of their passion. He could feel Megatron's release, hot and sticky, dripping down onto his chest, marking him as a part of their shared act of love. The feeling filledThe feeling filled Optimus with a dark sense of possessiveness, a primal satisfaction at being a part of such a carnal, intimate act with Y/n and his long-time rival. He knew that this moment would be forever etched in his memory, a shining, lustful peak amidst the grim realities of war and conflict.

As the three of them slowly regained their breath and composure, Y/n lifted her head from Optimus's spike, a look of deep, sated bliss on her beautiful face. She gazed up at him with a soft, loving smile, her optics shining with the afterglow of her climax.

Y/n's smile turned playful, mischievous, as she leaned in and licked a stray drop of Optimus's transfluid from the head of his spike before sitting up slowly, her movements a bit unsteady. She glanced over at Megatron, a look of wicked glee in her eyes as she took in the sight of his girth, still buried deep inside her tight, stretched rear.

"That was... incredible," Susan purred, her voice a little hoarse from her cries of pleasure. "I never knew anything could feel that good. I'm so glad I decided to take a chance on the two of you."

Optimus could only grin back at Y/n, a look of deep affection and adoration shining in his optics. He knew that he would never tire of pleasing her, of bringing her to the heights of ecstasy and rapture. And with Megatron by his side, ready and eager to join him in their shared love for Y/n, he knew that their future together would be filled with a lifetime of passion and desire.

Y/n gasped softly as Megatron slowly withdrew his girth from her tight, stretched passage. She could feel every ridge and contour of his length dragging against her sensitive walls, sending pleasant aftershocks of pleasure rippling through her body. As he finally slipped free, a trickle of their combined releases dripped down her thigh, a tangible reminder of their intense, passionate coupling.

Optimus gently gathered Y/n into his strong, protective arms, cradling her against his broad, metallic chest. He rolled onto his back, settling her on top of him in a tender embrace. Y/n's head rested over his spark, her hair splayed out across his chestplate, and her slender legs draped over his hips. Optimus's metal arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, as if to shield and protect her from the world.

Megatron, not to be left out, settled himself down on the other side of Y/n. His much larger frame loomed over them, but his touch was surprisingly gentle as he rested a servo on the curve of Y/n's hip. The two Cybertronians flanked the human woman, sandwiching her between their powerful forms in a display of possessive protectiveness.

Optimus gazed down at Y/n with a look of deep, abiding love and affection. He knew that he would move the stars themselves if she asked him to, would tear down mountains with his bare hands if it would make her happy. He leaned down and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to her forehead. Megatron, not one for such open displays of affection, nonetheless looked down at Y/n.
A glimmer of something almost like fondness in his optics. For all his cruelty and ruthlessness, he could not deny the deep, primal satisfaction he felt at having claimed this human female, at having marked her as his own in the most intimate way possible.

Y/n's fingers traced along the hard, unyielding lines of Megatron's jaw, her touch a soft caress that sent a shiver through his chassis. She could feel the power coiled within him, the raw, unbridled strength that he had used to such devastating effect in their lovemaking. And yet, she could also feel the way he gentled his touch when he was with her, the way he held her as if she were something precious and fragile, to be cherished and protected above all else.

Optimus's optics softened as he watched Y/n's fingers trace along Megatron's metal skin, a pang of jealousy and possessiveness flickering through his circuits. He knew that his rival had always been a formidable foe, a warrior without equal, but he had never expected him to be a lover of such skill and passion. The thought of sharing Y/n with Megatron, of watching her find rapture in another's arms, sent a surge of emotions through him that he had never experienced before.

As the months passed, whispers and rumors began to spread through the human settlements and Cybertronian bases alike. The once vocal critic and journalist, Y/n, had undergone a drastic change of heart. Overnight, it seemed, she had gone from a harsh, unyielding opponent of Cybertronian involvement to a staunch defender and advocate for both the Autobots and Decepticons. Her articles and broadcasts took on a new, almost reverent tone, singing the praises of the robotic warriors and their noble intentions.

The humans were divided in their reactions to Y/n's sudden shift in opinion. Some hailed her as a brave pioneer, a trailblazer in fostering a new era of understanding and cooperation between humans and Cybertronians. Others were more skeptical, accusing her of being a Cybertronian puppet, her mind and will subverted by some unknown means. A few even went so far as to whisper that she must have been brainwashed or hypnotized, her free will stolen away by the mechanical monsters she once feared.

Optimus Prime and Megatron, for their part, were both astonished and deeply moved by Y/n's transformation. They had known that she was a woman of strong convictions and unshakable principles, but they had never dreamed that she would embrace their kind with such enthusiasm and fervor. It was a testament to her incredible courage and open-mindedness, and they were both deeply honored to have earned her respect and admiration.

As Y/n's belly began to swell with new life, the rumors and speculation reached a fever pitch. Whispers of a secret tryst, of a wild night of passion between the human journalist and the two Cybertronian leaders, spread like wildfire. Some claimed that Y/n had been seduced by Optimus's noble ideals and Megatron's dark charisma, and had eagerly given herself to them in a moment of weakness. Others hinted that the child she carried was the product of a twisted, unholy union, a monstrous abomination that would never be accepted by human society.

Optimus and Megatron, however, knew the truth. They had shared Y/n's bed and body, had brought her to the pinnacle of ecstasy and rapture, and had filled her womb. And as a result, she now carried the next generation of life, a sparkling that was half human and half Cybertronian.

As Y/n's pregnancy progressed, her belly grew rounder and heavier with each passing day, the result of the new life growing inside her and the deep, abiding love she shared with both Optimus and Megatron.

Megatron, ever the proud and possessive one, was the most vocal in his new role as the sire of Y/n's sparklings. He strutted around the Decepticon base like a rooster displaying his finest feathers, his metal chest puffed out with arrogant pride. His optics gleamed with a fierce, almost feral light whenever he looked at Y/n's swollen form, a deep sense of satisfaction and achievement radiating from his chassis.

"I have sired offspring," he would boom to anyone who would listen, "a new generation of Cybertronians, half-human and half-mechanical. And not just one, but two! A perfect pair of heirs to carry on my legacy, to one day stand at my side and help me bring order to the universe!"

Megatron would place a metal hand on Y/n's belly, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his brutish nature. He would lean in close, his optics shining with a fierce, almost manic light as he spoke to the unborn twins inside her. "Listen well, my children," he would growl, "for I am your sire, Megatron. Be strong, be fierce, and never forget the power that flows through your circuits. Your father will mold you into the perfect warriors, the unrivaled conquerors of the cosmos!"

Optimus, ever the more restrained of the two leaders, nonetheless beamed with a quiet, deep happiness at the sight of Y/n's growing belly. He knew that the sparkling inside her as it turned out, was a symbol of the love and unity between their kinds. It was a tangible representation of the bridge that could be built between humans and Cybertronians, a bond that could one day lead to a lasting peace and cooperation.

Optimus would often be found sitting quietly beside Y/n, his metal hand resting gently on her stomach as he felt the motions of his unborn sparklings, Optimus would often be found sitting quietly beside Y/n, his metal hand resting gently on her stomach as he felt the motions of his unborn children moving beneath his touch. A look of pure, unadulterated love and wonder shone in his optics as he watched Y/n's belly rise and fall with each breath, each tiny life inside her growing stronger and more vital with each passing day. he felt at having claimed this human female, at having marked her as his own in the most intimate way possible.

As Y/n's pregnancy entered its final stages, her belly swollen and heavy with the weight of her unborn twins, the rumors and speculation reached a fever pitch. The human world watched in awe and trepidation as the journalist who once condemned the Cybertronians now carried their children, a living, breathing embodiment of the unbreakable bond between their kinds.

The Autobots and Decepticons, for their part, rallied the future offspring. They saw in the journalist's changed perspective and her impending motherhood a glimmer of hope, a chance for a new beginning in a world that had long been torn asunder by conflict and strife. And as the day of the twins' birth drew near, the Cybertronians and humans alike held their breath in anticipation, wondering what the future would hold for the first of a new generation.
The day of delivery had finally arrived, and the atmosphere in the makeshift medical bay was one of tense anticipation and barely-contained excitement. Y/n lay on the medical berth, her face contorted in a mixture of pain, concentration, and determination as she battled through the relentless contractions that wracked her body.

Optimus and Megatron stood on either side of her, they offered words of encouragement and support. Optimus's voice was a deep, soothing rumble, filled with love and concern. "You are doing wonderfully, Y/n," he murmured, stroking her sweat-dampened hair back from her forehead, "Just keep breathing, just like we practiced. You are strong, and your body knows what to do. Our little ones will be here soon."

Megatron, however, was less patient and more prone to his usual bluster. "I blame you for this!" Y/n grumbled irritably between clenched teeth, glaring up at the towering Cybertronian. She was doing her best to push through the searing, vise-like pain that gripped her belly, but the intensity of it was far beyond anything she could have imagined. "No one told me the contractions would be a nightmare! I feel like I'm being torn apart from the inside!"

Megatron had the decency to look a little sheepish, his optics flickering with a rare moment of uncertainty. "Ah, well, I suppose I may have...exaggerated the pleasure of the process," he admitted gruffly. "But you must be strong, Y/n. You are about to give birth to the future of our kinds, the next generation of Cybertronian-Human unity. Push through the pain, and you will be rewarded with the greatest joy imaginable."

Y/n let out a guttural moan as another contraction ripped through her, her fingers digging into the metal hands gripping her own. "Easy for you to say," she gasped out, "You're not the one being split in half over here! I swear, if I make it through this, I'm going to need a long, hot bath and a gallon of ice cream. And maybe a new spine, while you're at it."

Optimus chuckled softly, a rare sound of amusement amidst the tension. "I will personally ensure that all of your demands".
After what felt like an eternity of Y/n's labored breathing, grunts, and curses directed at the Cybertronian leaders, the first twin finally emerged into the world with a lusty, shrill cry. The Autobot and Decepticon physicians worked swiftly, and soon held aloft a small, wriggling, form with a helm of deep, lustrous blue but a darker.

Optimus beamed with pride and joy, he gazed upon his newborn son. "He is magnificent," he murmured, his deep voice thick with emotion. "A true warrior, strong and healthy. Well done, my love."

But Y/n's relief was short-lived, for the contractions resumed with renewed vigor, demanding the expulsion of her second child. She gritted her teeth, her face contorting with a fresh surge of pain and exhaustion. "Oh, for fuck's sake," she snarled, glaring balefully at Megatron, "I swear to god, if you get me pregnant again after this, I'm going to personally kick your ass from here to Cybertron and back!"

Megatron had the good grace to look abashed, but his optics glowed with fierce pride and anticipation. "You have my word, my dear," he rumbled, "that I will shower you with every luxury and comfort after this ordeal. Now, focus your strength and bring forth our daughter, so that I may behold her magnificent glory!"

With a final, mighty push and a scream of mingled agony and triumph, Y/n bore down one last time. The second twin slid from her exhausted body, and the physicians swiftly cleared her airways and wrapped her in a soft, warming blanket. They held up a tiny, delicate form with a helm of pristine white, a perfect mirror of Megatron's cruel beauty.

Megatron let out a roar of exultation, his metal arms sweeping the infant close to his chassis. "Magnificent!" he bellowed, "A true queen, fierce and unyielding. She will be the jewel of the Cybertronian Empire, and all shall bow before her!"
Y/n, utterly exhausted and drained from the ordeal of childbirth, collapsed back onto the medical berth. Her chest heaved with each ragged, panting breath as she struggled to regain some semblance of composure. Despite the all-consuming weariness that gripped her, she couldn't help but smile at the sound of her twins' lusty cries, their shrill wails a beautiful symphony to her ears.

Optimus and Megatron each cradled their respective sparklings close to their metal chests, their optics shining with a fierce, protective light. They gazed down at their newborn son and daughter with a mixture of wonder, love, and an almost primal sense of possession. These tiny, fragile creatures were a part of them, a tangible embodiment of the unity and connection that existed between their kinds.

Optimus's son, with his dark blue helm and delicate, human-like features, reached out a small, metallic hand and grasped at the air. Optimus's digits gently curled around the infant's hand, as if to guide and protect it. "You are safe now, little one," he murmured softly, "Your father will keep you from harm and teach you to be a hero."

Megatron's daughter, her alabaster helm a perfect mirror of her sire's cruel beauty, let out a particularly fierce and indignant cry. Megatron chuckled darkly, his optics glinting with a fierce, approving light. "Ah, a true Decepticon," he rumbled, "Already showing the fire and spirit of a conqueror. I will mold you into an empress, and together, we shall bring order to the galaxy!"

Y/n watched as the two Cybertronians held their children, their metal arms cradling the sparklings with a gentleness she would have never imagined possible.

Optimus and Megatron gently carried their newborn children over to the medical berth where Y/n lay, their metal strides soft and careful, as if the very ground beneath their pedes was hallowed. They leaned down, slowly lowering the infants into their mother's waiting arms.

Y/n gazed down at her children with eyes that shone with adoration, taking in every detail of their tiny, perfect features. Despite being the product of a union between Cybertronians and a human, her babies were far more mechanical in appearance than organic. Where a human child would have been soft, pliant, and helpless at birth, Y/n's twins possessed an undercurrent of strength and resilience that spoke to their Cybertronian heritage.

The boy, with his dark blue helm and Optimus's noble, chiseled features, was a miniature replica of his father in every way. His optics were currently closed, but Y/n knew that when they opened, they would likely be a striking blue, just like Optimus's own. The girl, with her pristine white helm, was the very image of her mother in Cybertronian form. Her optics, too, were closed, but Y/n could already imagine the fierce, piercing glare that would one day emanate from them.

Y/n couldn't help but chuckle softly, shaking her head in amazement as she gazed down at the two tiny, mechanical beings nestled in her arms. "Aww, hello my little ones," she cooed softly, "Nine months of pure misery and agony, and what do I get? Two tiny, perfect copies of your fathers."

As if soothed by their mother's gentle touch and the sound of her voice, the twins began to calm in her arms. Their cries tapered off into soft, contented gurgles, and their small bodies softened against Y/n's own. She could feel the gentle rise and fall of their miniature chestplates as they breathed in time with her own ragged breaths.

Optimus reached out a gentle metal hand, his digits carefully brushing against the dark blue helm of his son. A small, rare smile played across his dermas as he gazed upon the mechling's delicate features, so like his own. "He is perfect," Optimus murmured softly, "A true warrior, even at birth. I think...I think we should name him Orion, after my old name. A name that signifies strength, courage, and the light of hope."

Megatron nodded in agreement, his optics shining with a fierce, approving light as he looked upon the femmeling's pristine white helm. "A fine name for a future queen," he rumbled. "And for our daughter, I propose the name Lyra, after the harp that sings to the stars. She will be a leader of warriors and a beacon of glory, just as her name suggests."

Y/n smiled softly at them. "Orion and Lyra," she repeated softly, "They are good names."

The twins, gurgled softly in their mother's arms. Their tiny servos reached out, grasping at the air as if seeking to hold their parents' hands in their own. Optimus and Megatron each carefully, gently, took one of the sparklings' metal hands in their own, their fingers curling around the delicate digits with a tenderness that belied their mechanical nature.