SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE WHO MAKE IT

Broodmare Optimus goes so hard in a post war setting where Cybertron is decimated & they gotta rebuild like it's up to the Prime to repopulate

Maybe because of the Matrix he can expedite the carrying process, he's ending up like the Queen Bee/Ant in a hive just chilling in his temple popping out sparklings

Every other bot has to take it in turns spiking him so that he has enough transfluid in his tanks to keep making enough protoforms for the newsparks to inhabit at the rate he's making em

It would be, but it is also funny in a still war effort like Lux had said in that massive post about broodmare Optimus.

I love both of these options, because it's just, Optimus deserves to be fucked full of sparklings, and have a massive amount of Sire's willing to stick their spike in and give him the transfluid he needs.

https://www.tumblr.com/luxafers-triak/780094543226863616/ykw-archivist-orion-pax-is-not-gonna-be?source=share

I went ahead of myself

Back to what I was saying before megpax happened

Orion Pax would know so many things about Cybertron itself and its inhabitants that not even Soundwave nor any of the spies themselves know about.

But also I believe that he would be forced to monitor some of the 'sessions' that went on there. That he would told that he was needed to film some things for the Senate only to find himself in the middle of a crime scene (and sometimes having to participate under the threat of whatever)

He would document history as it plays out and has to release the rather heavily censored versions of those events to the Iacon Hall of Records.

I also like to imagine that he would be so much older in this universe. I'm talking alive since the beginning of the Quintesson age of Cybertron, like he was there for the rise of the Quintessons and the end of it (he was part of the regime that killed them and had garnered quite a reputation there).

During that age, he was able to freely document what the Quintessons were doing and are going to do. He was also able to get into meetings where he would translate, make notes, transcribe their conversations, draft treaties, organize events and parties, record certain things, etc. etc.

He was both a highly-valued soldier and Archivist for them. Because of this, he would also be sent on stealth missions, honey trap his victims, do surveillance, basically all of those black/special ops slag.

However, the problem lay in what the Quintessons were doing to some of the other species, specifically Cybertronians. They would treat them like they were worth nothing, starve them if they disobeyed, use them for their own selfish desires, and drain them of their energon just to give them a fraction of the amount the Quintessons received.

Some of the Cybertronians (the Primes and others), however, didn't care enough of the consequences and chose to lead a rebellion against them.

Now, this is where Orion Pax noticed and did not notify the Quintessons of what they were doing. He believed that they were actually doing the right thing to stand up for themselves.

He gave them weapons, more energon, notes of what they were doing in the meetings, and provided healer training (it was rough since he had little to work with, but he gave them the basics whenever they had common injuries. If he could, then he would also provide them with the proper materials for medical supplies).

When the Quintessons eventually found out, he was close to being executed on the spot when the leader of the entire colony approached the scene and commanded that they don't kill OP because they should break him first.

After that, they kept their promise and tried everything they could to do so. They tore his armor apart from his protoform, deprived him of energon and of any form of sensory, used him, basically torturing him until he almost couldn't take it anymore.

But when they suddenly left him alone one cycle because of a meeting being held, he took that chance to escape from where he was being held (in the chambers). It was eventually found out a couple joors later, and they searched every crevice for any sign of him. But, it was too late, and OP was already halfway there to Iacon.

The Primes, while on patrol, found him in the middle of a clearing, stumbling and in a state of constant agony.

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With the help of Orion Pax, who proved to be a competent soldier, they won countless battles.

Originally, after recovering enough to fight, Orion had to go through training and ranks all over again. He quickly rose up the ranks and became one of the leading generals (though this didn't really mean much when they were still in the early stages of the war).

He had all of the soldiers trained in Quintesson combat as he was the only one who knew how to. He himself modified almost of them so that they were able to have very powerful weapons to use against them. He trained the rest of them as medics, mediators, translators, etc.

(A few vorns later because I don't know what else to say in this part, okay)

Even though they didn't really have a chance in the beginning, they ended up winning the war.

In the final battle, they were close to giving up because the Quintessons were overwhelming them when Orion Pax came into the scene.

Orion, who wanted revenge for what they did to him, stormed in with powerful machine guns and blades. It was brutality and bloodlust at its finest.

He absolutely decimated every last Quintesson until they were nothing but a field of hollow corpses. After that, he had left on a spaceship for a couple of chords before returning back.

When he came back and Cybertronian society began to rebuild itself, he was there through all of it.

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Somewhere down the line, some of the Primes turned away from their beliefs and everything else happened.

The caste system was put in place, and everything went to hell afterwards.

The cycle of them turning into oppressors began, and everymech suffered as a result.

The Pits, which was originally friendly sparring, turned into a bloodsport. Iacon, which was a place of fighting and violence, turned into the main source of the oppressive high-caste mechs and architecture. Kaon, once a place of the arts, became too dangerous for once to go alone unless you were born in it. Tarn, known for its beautiful architecture and wildlife, became the source of Cybertron's minerals and had abandoned buildings. Other cities had not yet formed until several vorns down the line.

Orion Pax, who had dreams of living a peaceful life and not surviving yet another horrific cycle on the battlefield, realized that it was all for nothing, now that they were destroying themselves from the inside.

He only wishes for this to end peacefully (in the back of his mind, he only knows that this is wishful thinking).

He meets Megatronus and Soundwave, helps with their cause while also trying not to give anything away from his past (he slips up a couple of times, and it messes with his mind that he can't tell them, no matter how much they insist), and everything else goes almost exactly how it did in canon.

@yayasvalveplay

MORE FERAL BROODMARE OP AU

BUT

Let's start off with how Optimus would be like in this universe alright

Cause I'm building this shit up instead of going for it tbh😭 so mb if you were expecting valveplug😔 imma probably do it in the next Feral OP post

So what I was thinking was that in this universe, the Primes were known as the broodmares right? Yea, let's tie that into them also being cryptids in order to protect their sparklings and sires

Yes, it's mainly the LHP's job to care and protect them BUT the matrix won't allow them to just be broodmares. They need to also be WEAPONS

SO what I was thinking that they would be larger than the sires by maybe a couple feet or so, they have larger teeth to defend themselves, they have thicker bodies to sustain any damage and to carry many sparklings/eggs, they have claws, etc.

That was Optimus.

Now, let's focus on Orion Pax.

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Okay, now imagine this (imma combine all sorts of ideas, so stay with me now): imma say that OP, in this universe, used to be a dock worker, alright? Dock workers were BIG. They all had some sort of upgrades in order to fit the qualifications of their job. BUT they also had these upgrades because the docks were so fucking dangerous that you would need to have all sorts of weapons and training just to survive the day.

Energon rations were scarce here, yes, so they had to fight for that, too. They had to fight for everything, basically. OP, who desperately didn't want to fight anymore but couldn't because he can't go the pacifist route in this line of work, killed a lot of mechs. He felt guilty because they never chose to fight to survive. They couldn't help that the caste system doesn't benefit them; it only serves to beat them down until they're nothing, used till they're deactivated from either turf wars or some other cause.

Orion Pax figures that if he can't go for pacifist, then he should try to lessen the amount of casualties by striking deals with some of the other gangs. Does it work? Not always but at least the number has gone down. When a mech deactivates, he sends them off to the Allspark with sorrowful prayers. When a mech is injured, he tries his best to repair them before carrying them to Ratchet, with some ending up dying.

The deaths, fighting, protests against the caste system, secret meetings, mechs getting tortured and executed-- all of these were getting to him. He doesn't have any means to save them from starvation, from the frigid winters and scorching summers, from the enforcers, from each other, from themselves.

And the only happy things going in his life are his found family and his sparklings, Mirage and Bumblebee, whom he carried.

His pregnancies were brutal, to say the least, no matter how much his Amicas tried their hardest to give him what he needs. No matter how many energon rations they gave him. No matter how much they tried to keep him from stressing or in any danger. No matter how much shanix they tried to spare/save to buy items for the sparklings. No matter how much blackmail and bribes they had on others / made just to keep OP safe and keep the dock workers afloat.

And the birth. Oh, Primus below, the birth. He couldn't even describe the pain he felt other than excruciating. He was in labor for almost a full cycle. And afterwards, he was so exhausted that he was too weak to try to hold his sparkling. Too tired to even keep his optics online.

Mirage--his firstborn, whom he was forced to give him up after the overseers discovered him. He knew that Mirage wasn't made for this life as he was only so young. He knew (even though he didn't want to admit it) that he couldn't keep him, not for long. He knew that he couldn't raise him here, not in a constant state of war.

Then, he had his little Bumblebee. He doesn't believe that Bee should live in a war-like environment either. But he doesn't want to give him up. No, not entirely. So he sends Bee to live with Ratchet and his conjunx, Deadlock, this time round.

Does Bee know that OP is his carrier? Yes. Does he know why he couldn't live with his mama? No. And he'll never know why for the next couple of vorns. Does he know what they all did to make sure that he had a good life? No.

Does Mirage know about him, that he's his carrier? No. Does he know anything about his past and the family he could have gotten? No. And he wouldn't meet them until later on, when the war broke out.

(This going down the angsty route was not what I intended but whatever)

Skip forward to when Orion Pax meets Gladiator Megatronus via fighting in the Pits.

How did he get there, you may ask?

Well, he got caught fighting some enforcers who were physically assaulting one of his Amicas, and he just snapped. And, in the end, he killed 2 of them while severely injuring the rest. He was then charged without a trial and immediately sent to the Pits since they saw it as going against the system.

The Pits were a lot like the Docks, he found out. Yes, you may have to fight to the death but wasn't that what they were practically doing anyway? Yes, you have to fight to earn medical care, energon rations (those were more than what they ever got in the Dockyard), frame upgrades, more training, etc. (At least there were most benefits. He hasn't felt this good since he onlined). Yes, you have to fight with mechs who you were close to. Yes, you have even have to kill them just to survive another cycle.

Anyway, he goes against everyone in the Pits, makes a name for himself and earns quite a reputation. He then goes against Megatronus. Everymech is expecting that he would put up a fight but not win. Every single one of them placed their bets on Megatronus.

They were proved wrong when Orion Pax manages to incapacitate him

Megatronus, who has never lost a match in several vorns, was suddenly beat by a mech who He was astounded. Yes, the mech is several feet taller and larger than him, but he had won matches against larger opponents than him! He should have won!

Mind you, he wasn't angry when he woke up. No, he was just in shock because, logically, he should have won. But this got him interested.

Who was the mech? Where did he come from? How did he beat him? All of these questions ran through his mind and no answer. Because of this, he has Soundwave look into it.

What he finds is almost nothing. There's a name, when he onlined, record of his working at the Docks and being a supervisor there, but nothing else. That has him intrigued.

Mind you, the Decepticons were just starting out by the time OP got put into the Pits. Meaning, he saw and quietly listened to the mech behind the speeches; the lyrical poetry coming from the spark; the way the crowd quiets when he speaks, eager to hear from the one that will lead them to victory; to see Megatronus and the way he offers comfort to those who need it; the way everymech is comfortable around him.

Megatronus, surprisingly, offers him a place in the cause. A position that would grant him the ability to oversee the operations of the cause. One that he would have to share with Soundwave (not that he minded. In fact, he was thrilled but he never let it show either in his face nor his EM field.)

(And when Megatronus leaves him gifts and spoiling him rotten as best as he could? Megs would only that they are just friends.)

(And during this time, Bumblebee began to ask questions. Why couldn't he visit mama anymore? Did he do something wrong? Did he do anything to upset mama, to make mama not allow him to visit him?

"No, little honeybee, you didn't. In fact, he wants you there, but we can't visit him anymore, alright?"

"But why?"

"Oh, you'll understand when you're older. You'll understand why mama wants to protect you."

He never did.)

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Bumblebee finally gets to visit his carrier for the first time in 2 vorns! Sure, he got to exchange datapads filled with writings and little charms with it; he got to taste candies he got sent straight from Kaon; he received numerous gifts over that time; he got voice recordings from him; he even got shanix from him to spend! ("Don't spend it all, little bitlet. You have to save some for later on." "I know, mama.")

And when he got there with Ratchet and Deadlock, he already has several mechs cooing over him.

"Oh, how adorable that bitlet is!"

"Such a precious thing, ain't he?"

"Would you like this rust stick, little one? Or an entire bag, perhaps?"

"Maybe he'll like this trinket?"

When they finally manage to get to the location, Bee's already squirming out of Deadlock's hold.

"Hold on, bitlet! We need to find your carrier first!"

"Please? I'll be right here! I can be good!"

Ratchet sighs out of amusement. "Fine. You can let him go."

As soon as he's let go, he immediately sprints from them with the both of them shouting after him. He needs to find him!!

After a while of running, he slows to a walk, admiring everything around him. He snaps out of it after a few kliks.

He's using his EM field to find him because Ratty told him that he could find his mama this way!

By this point, every mech walking by turns to look at him, sensing the little EM field that was saying 'Mama! Mama! Where are youuuuuu!'. Bee is oblivious to it all.

Then, suddenly, he's being picked up by a pair of strong arms. He's squirming uncontrollably and in a mini fit of rage. He wants to find his carrier! Who is this mech!

The mech turns him around and it's Ratchet with Deadlock trailing behind him.

"Oh!" Bumblebee looks at them sheepishly.

"Oh, is right, bitlet. Now, don't go running off, trying to find your carrier, ya?"

"Okay..." Bumblebee pouts.

After a few breems of searching, Bee manages to find his carrier among the crowd of mechs surrounding the vicinity. He loudly chirps at him, startling everyone.

Said mechs turn around and look directly at him, causing him to hide his face in Ratchet's neck.

Orion Pax, who was talking to Megatronus and Soundwave, snaps his head at Bee, optics widening. Bee is here? He thought that he wouldn't see him for another few joors!

"Oh, sweetspark!" Orion is already moving towards them, oblivious to the stares he's getting.

He takes Bumblebee from Ratchet's arms and spins the both of them around. Bumblebee giggles in delight at finally being able to see his carrier!

When they settle down, Orion Pax turns and tells them that he won't be with them for the next couple of cycles.

He turns to Ratchet and they both leave, leaving Megatronus and the rest in confusion.

(And maybe Megatronus does find Orion attractive because of this. I mean, who wouldn't? Especially once you find out that they're a carrier. And maybe he does think about getting him sparked up with his babies this time round.)

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Not my best work but I was kinda running out of ideas sooooo yea😭

As tiring as all this shit is, I can't in good faith continue to use spotify.

For anyone else jumping ship, I used to exportify.app to save my favorite playlists.

I'm gonna be honest rn. Bay optimus looks like he enjoys anal

Megatron who get pulled back from the dark side by someone else than Optimus (Rodimus, Dot Malto...)

And Optimus... has enough.

He passed millions of years trying to save his friend, giving him chances again and again, hurting himself by both the Decepticon's actions and his own despair, before - maybe - making peace that Megatron can't be fix. He's irredeemable.

Except he's not. Someone Megatron knows since less time than Optimus, who didn't have the quarter of the relationship they had, who didn't put a fraction of the time and effort and suffering of Optimus, manages to do what Optimus was incapable of doing.

Optimus doesn't want to do anything with Megatron. He doesn't want to talk to him or to see him ever again. He will not hurt him, but he can't forgive him for this betrayal.

Basically,

MY BABY💕💕💕

I been wanting to discuss this with some freaks but your as good a freak as any to chat with.

Transformers have their spark in their chests, we all know that we all see that. So I was thinking about transformers having udders on their lower abdomen to feed their young.

Or maybe just transformers having a great verity of breasts because i can't imagine a prowl or a shockwave without big breasts in their chassies. Would be fun if they're seen as lesser partners because they have closed off their sparks which is vital to become creators with another bot. They can still carry but never as a family unit. Chest boobs mean uncommitted slut, belly udders means marriage material.

Smallers frames usually have two small teets that grow when they become parents, Large bots have a full cow udder. Soundwave developes multiple cat teets on his stomach thanks to ravage's influence. When a transformer is carrying its quite a sight to see their full round belly and a heavy udder swaying under it. Often when sparkbound transformers make a sparkling, the sire's udder will also swell with milk to aid the carrier incase they're separated or are one bot cant make enough milk for their big fat bitty. This arrangement can result in slim bots getting fat swollen udders disproportionally to their bodies. A big and heavy udder on a sire shows other bots their commitment to their family and not willing to milk themselves for personal convenience.

i <3 robot udders !! i keep saying, bot should turn into big ole cows when pregnant.

"Well, for such a sight, it was worth feeding his delusions."

NAW WE WILL FIND A WAY TO MAKE IT HAPPEN🗣

you've mentioned pegging optimus until he's rambling about getting pregnant, but I NEED u to go more into detail about it. literally foaming at the mouth at the idea of almost taunting him "hmm, any deeper and I'll get you pregnant". him just losing it and begging to be sparked, so u fuck him until he's drooling and borderline incoherent, but still moaning about getting knocked up 😊

𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦 ✧˖°

pegging tfp optimus would fix me actually

cw: valveplug, dom!top!reader, sub!bottom!optimus, pegging, l-bomb, breeding kink, reader uses a strap

word count: 750

He feels too much. Too intensely. Processor has long dismissed logic, replacing coherent thoughts with mindless, shapeless ones resembling tangled threads. Now, there is no responsibility; the stress of gnawing problems has been replaced by pure ecstasy. Feels it everywhere, even at the tips of his digits, which scrape at the berth in search of a nonexistent anchor. His pedes behave similarly. Thighs tremble from the overwhelming pleasure you so generously bestow upon him. He knows he is not making your task easier, but he cannot stop the quivering — proof of how thoroughly you have ruined him.

“You’re doing great, darling,” you praise him, even though Optimus is just laying beneath you looking pretty. This time, the pleasure is all his. “Keep it up, and perhaps we’ll truly end up with a child.”

At the mere mention of having offspring with you, his back arches, and his helm tilts back. Once again, he makes your work harder; feels it in the sudden change in rhythm deep within his valve. But he cannot help it. Besides, you quickly prove how perfectly harmonized you are by adapting to him. You move closer, pressing your hips more firmly against his. Your thighs meet his, smearing themselves with transfluid — a testament to the length of your shared indulgence.

“[Name], ah…” he tries to speak, but it does not come easily. Processor fails to align with his voice box. “Please…”

He cannot finish the sentence when you suddenly pick up speed, thrusting with full force into his poor, battered valve. It looks swollen and is utterly filled with blue fluid, which drips off your fake cock, but this poses no obstacle for Optimus. Despite the sweet torment, he does not want it to end. Not until he is certain that new life will be created within him, ignoring the absurdity and impossibility of it all.

“What’s the matter, darling?” you ask. Is it cruelty, or are you teasing innocently? He cannot tell, but he does not hold it against you. As long as you are inside him, you can do anything you want.

“[Name]…” he tries again. “Nhnn, I beg you… ah! Please, give me a sparkling! Hah, please! I want… I-I want to be sparked…”

Tears pool in the corners of his optics. You are also certain that the glistening substance around his mouth is his equivalent of saliva.

Holy shit. The great Optimus Prime reduced to a begging, drooling, mindless wreck. Thanks to you. The sight before you is entirely your doing. All it took was once mentioning the topic of children and pregnancy, casually letting it slip during the climax that you would love to have a child with him. As a fantasy, a byproduct of diving too deep into domspace. And he took the bait, completely enchanted by the idea of you knocking him up, even though he knows it is impossible.

Well, for such a sight, it was worth feeding his delusions.

“Since you are asking so nicely…” you murmur.

Your eyes meet, and at that moment, you grab the blue armor plates on his hips and push the silicone cock deeper until you are pressed tightly together. Optimus roars, overwhelmed by you, but he still seems to draw closer, craving more. He wants to become one, to unite in the most intimate way.

“I… I love you,” he mumbles. Your gazes cross again.

“Oh yes, I’m getting you pregnant, big boy.”

You move your hips again. This time faster, leaving no room for doubt about your intentions. You will break the laws of biology if you must.

He feels you relentlessly pumping his own transfluid back into him, as if to assure him you will fulfill his illusory wish.

“Ah, yes! T-thank you, thank you…” he whines. His back arches again, digits claw ferociously at the berth.

He does not know how much longer he can hold out before his body gives up entirely and he won't be able to move even his optics. But he wants to savor this. The fleeting moment, because he does not know when the next one will come. And your kindness, your willingness to tend to him and satisfy his warped, corporeal needs.

“I want… I want a sparkling, ah! with you,” he moans, lost in the subspace. “Give me one, nhnn [Name], I beg you!”

“I love you too,” you pant.

More transfluid spills from his valve, but Optimus gives you no sign to stop, still focused on his mission. Babbling nonsense about pregnancy and having offspring. Preferably several.