Nickle cared, the Decepticon Justice Division knew it and you knew it. It just appeared like she cared a little too much when it came to you...

"Absolutely not!" Nickel shouted as she held you protectively in her arms. Tarn sighed, "I'm not saying we-!"

"I don't care! I am not going to let them out of my sight!"

"Nickel, I know you care about them, but I think-!"

"You're fragging right I care about them!" Nickel snapped, and wow, Tarn was getting no say in this. You almost felt bad about the situation you had caused with your little escape attempt.

Not that Nickel or Tarn knew. In their eyes or optics, you had just fallen from a high place and twisted your ankle and hurt your wrist while trying to soften the fall.

It hurt and your cry of pain had alerted the medic of the DJD. So here you were, being held by the small femme as she tried to protect you from Tarn who wanted to lock you in some cage like an animal.

Well, you kinda of were their little mascot, but the cage was maybe a little too much? That's what Nickel thought at least.

"Nickel, please-!"

"No, Tarn, I'm going to take them to the medbay where I will bandage them and then take them to my habsuite where they should stay at!"

If Tarn wanted to object he didn't. No, instead his shoulders slumped as he let Nickel carry you to medbay where she set you on a table to sit on while she performed a quick x-ray on you.

She hummed, pleased to see that you hadn't broken anything, but your wrist and ankle sure were sore.

"I can't understand how you managed to hurt both your wrist and ankle...!" She grumbled as she reached for a bandage.

Ah, she stole the words from your mouth.

You hummed quietly as she moved her servo and you got the hint. Slowly, you extended your arm and leg to her and she started to bandage them so they could heal properly.

"Thank you..." You thanked quietly.

"Yeah, you better thank me," Nickel grumbled stubbornly. You smiled, "Sorry that I scared you like that."

"I wasn't scared!" The stubborn little femme snapped, "I was just worried that you might break something!"

Ah, that is called being scared, but you didn't say anything to her, not wanting to get to her bad side.

Not like that was possible, she seemed to worship you and was willing to look past mistakes and such.

Maybe she knew that you had tried to escape but chose not to believe it. Maybe it was for the best for both her and your sake.

Either way, you wouldn't be trying again any time soon with a twisted ankle and wrist... Or if you were going to be locked in Nickle's room for the rest of your life.

It would be for your own good, she would no doubt say, but for now, she was quiet and you appreciated it.

"Frag, Tarn...!" You moaned as the huge purple Con thrust his spike in and out of your needy and soaking-wet valve. It had been a while since the two of you had managed to interface last time and you were enjoying every second with your Conjunx.

"By words of our leader Megatron, I-!"

Of course, he started to speak and talk about the ways of Decepticons, written by your fearless leader Megatron himself. You were loyal to Megatron just as any Con, but you didn't like sharing.

"Tarn!" You called his name and he stopped to look at you, "Yes, my love?"

"Stop talking about Towards Peace and focus on fragging me!"

"But my beloved, these are sacred texts bestoved to us by our great leader Megatron, meant to unite every and all-!"

"Ugh, if you love Megatron that much then go interface with him!"

"But my little blood moon-!"

"No!" You snapped and when he least expected it, you grasped his arms, and with surprising strength, you flipped him over so he was lying on his back and you were straddling his tights, his spike having slipped out of you.

"This is supposed to be you and me time, not some threesome with Megatron in your mind!"

"But blood moon, I truly-!" Tarn couldn't finish his sentence, a moan cutting him off as you sank back to his spike and started to bounce on him almost brutally.

His hands reached for your hips, but as soon as they touched you, you slapped them away.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just going to take my overload and leave you fuck your hand until you come crying Megatron's name!" You growled as you brought your servos between your legs and toyed with your anterior node.

Tarn groaned, feeling your valve squeeze around his spike and while he was feeling good, he was nowhere near overload like you were. If he didn't want to rely on his hand's company, he would have to try and soothe you.

"I'm sorry my love, please, don't leave me! I promise I won't say another word about our glorious leader!"

"Not good enough!" You snapped, voice breathless as you were approaching your climax and Tarn gasped for air as he felt you tighten around him.

"I'll please you with my mouth!"

"Now we are talking!" You finally nodded as you focused now on Tarn's pleasure also, "But one more word about Megatron and it's over!"

"Y-yes!"

You were so confused. Where were you and how you ended in here? What were these creatures that looked like your pod members, but with two legs?

Meanwhile, while you are gawking at the members of the Decepticon Justice Division, they are staring at you with their crimson optics wide open in shock.

"What the frag that is and where the Pit did it come from?" Helex thoughts out loud, but his teammates knew just as little as he knew.

"The question is, what are we going to do with it?" Tesaurus asked.

"Ah, it looks like a water mammal." Kaon pointed out your long tail, fins, and gills, "It might need a generous source of water."

Vos said something and Nickel nodded, "Vos is right. What do you think should we do with it Tarn?"

The leader of the feared DJD looked at you long and hard. It made you feel uncomfortable so you started yelping and crying out, trying to call your own pod members and Tarn's optics widened.

Primus, you were maybe organic but the sounds you made were pure and so beautiful to his audials.

He surprised his teammates as he took a step towards you and kneeled before you, offering his hand to you as if he was the Prince of your dreams.

"I don't know if you can understand me, but if you let me, I will ensure you won't miss anything in life." He grinned behind his mask, "Provided that you start singing to me?"

You didn't understand what he thought so you tilted your head in confusion. Tarn understood that you didn't really get what he was saying so he started to hum with that gorgeous voice of his and you absolutely beamed in joy as you recognized his voice and you started to sing alongside him.

As you sang, you took the hand he offered and Tarn nodded as he gently picked you up in bridal style.

"Amazing!" Tesaurus gasped and the rest of the DJD nodded as they admired their leader who barely had to work to gain your trust.

"Kaon and Nickel, take Helex and Tesaurus and go prepare a tank big enough for this creature with water," Tarn ordered and his men did as told, leaving you alone with the masked Con.

You looked at the familiar mask curiously and gently touched the material. Feeling that it was metal and not wood, you peeped when your webbed hand touched the cold metal.

"Curious little thing, aren't you?" Tarn chuckled, and despite being in a whole new place, you didn't feel that afraid when you heard his voice.

What a cute little thing you were. So small and innocent looking despite being actually a young adult already. You were so eager to set out on an adventure and become a great hero.

You had chosen the way of Light over Arcane or Fel magic and it suited you perfectly. You wanted to heal, not kill. This suited the Death Knight well.

Tarn became obsessed over you in the manner of seconds when he saw you the first time, asking the innkeeper if they knew of any jobs for a starting Priest.

Oh, how naive and sweet you were, willing to help anyone. Never had you been driven into a situation where you would have to take another's life.

Tarn wanted to see it. He wanted to see you break, see you cry, and see you use your precious Light to kill someone instead of healing them.

So he approached you and asked if you needed a companion, someone to keep you safe and maybe even be your friend? Tarn had expected you to be wary of him, but instead, you smiled and introduced yourself happily to the large man.

Tarn was a fearsome opponent when he was alive, but now as a Death Knight, he was more dangerous and fearsome than ever before. Yet you still were so oblivious to just how dangerous he could be.

So the two of you set out on a journey, Tarn protecting you while you healed him. When you passed the blessing of Light on him, he could feel the power surging through him.

You hadn't had to see someone die yet, but Tarn knew it was only a manner of time before you would have to see him kill or even better when he would make you kill someone.

He could barely wait for that day to come.

Tarn is speechless when he finds you sulking in your shared room. You've barely touched your rations or left your bed.

"My little Star, are you feeling unwell?" He asked as he walked next to your bed and you shrugged silently before sighing, "Kinda... Feels bad..."

"Who made you feel this way?" Tarn asked, "Who do I have to kill to make you feel better?"

"It's... It's not like that..."

You tell him that killing someone isn't always the answer... And that you just need him to be there for you.

Just... For him to be someone you can lean against without fear of them giving up underneath you.

Someone you can trust your feeling with without being ridiculed for having them.

Tarn looks at you long and hard as in thoughts, but then he starts quietly humming a song from the past... And while you aren't a Cybertroanian, you can still feel his voice warming you from the inside out.

Carefully, he starts petting your head while he humms and it feels so good. Slowly, you close your eyes and enjoy his voice and petting, already feeling a lot better than you were feeling just minutes ago.

Mechs and femmes shiver when they hear Tarn's name being mentioned. They all know who he is and what he is capable of doing by simply talking.

You were honestly just as bad if not worse than him.

You're so small and cute, people can't help but lower their guard when you are around them. They don't know what a grave mistake they've done until it's too late.

You enjoy bringing pain and agony wherever you go and you thrive in other people's misery.

Truly, if you hadn't vowed loyalty to Tarn and the holy Decepticon cause, even the purple Con would be tense around you. You certainly frighten the rest of the Decepticon Justice Division.

But as long as you could see others' misery, you would follow Tarn until the end of the world as you knew it.

The mere thought of it would make you smile. You could barely wait to see galaxies fall into despair before you.

Thank you for your kind words Anon! I'm sorry that there won't be sin in this one. I think I'm going to refrain from writing smut with humans as pets. I hope you guys understand!

You're his naughty little secret. How would his men react if they found out that their fearless leader had an organic like you as a pet? They would no doubt start questioning Tarn's common sense.

He couldn't help himself. You were just so cute for an organic and intelligent also. You reacted when called and actually could hold a quite intellectual conversation with the Decepticon.

Tarn happily told and taught you about the holy cause of the Decepticons' and you seem to understand that their cause may have been a little cruel, but it was all justified.

You had your opinions, likes, and dislikes, and Tarn was eager to learn from them and see all these other sides of yours.

He has you spoiled rotten. While you may be a little lonely in your terrarium that reminded you of the dollhouse you used to play with when you were younger, Tarn makes sure you aren't bored.

He brings you books, games, clothes, food, treats and sweets, anything you might want or need, he brings them to you, no matter how hard it would be to get them in the middle of the space while hiding them from his crew.

You were his beloved well-kept secret.

You didn't get far. Your attempt to escape was futile and worst yet you knew you would probably get caught before you could make it to the escape capsule...

But the attempt was made because you wanted to believe. Well, that belief of yours got you in some real trouble.

"Trying to run away from home?" Tarn shook his helm as he carried you back to his habsuite.

"I understand, you are young and rebellious. You're testing your limits and see how much I can forgive you."

You scowled but didn't say a word.

"Not trying to defend yourself or justify your actions?" Tarn hummed and you remained quiet. He nodded, "Very well."

He put you down next to his bed and you watched in horror how he pulled a chain from his subspace and clamped a collar around your neck before tying it to the foot of his bed.

You acted out of reflex and immediately tried your chain, grabbing and yanking it, but it wouldn't budge.

Tarn chuckled, "You get the chain off when you show that I can trust you not to attempt an escape again."

And he left. You growled as you tried your chain again, but no use. The chain is there and you can tell it's not going to come off anytime soon.

Tarn loved you, but not like someone would love a friend or a partner of a lifetime. This love between you wasn't kind or pure, it was dark and possessive.

You knew what he was able to do to you or your fellow angels if you didn't obey him so you toughen up and sing from the bottom of your lungs.

You sing straight from your heart and how it yearns for freedom. Freedom to spread your wings and be free of these demon's claws...

This confuses Tarn, but he holds his composure as he gently holds you and brushes your soft pure snow-white wings while you sing for him.

Hasn't he been nothing but kind to you? You get food you have always dreamed of trying but never dared to in fear of God's wrath?

Like those sweet and juicy crimson-red apples that he goes as far as cutting to look like rabbits for you? You like those, don't you? Tarn can tell.

He also lets you do nearly anything you want to that wouldn't settle well with other Heavenly beings like angels and such.

He doesn't force you to work. He wouldn't dare to let your soft hands get calluses. All you need to do is to look pretty and only sing for him.

Tarn is offering you everything you could desire, including freedom. A freedom to be yourself without fear of being punished. Sure, it may cost you but isn't this worth that?

ESCAPE FROM YANDERES COMMISSION

Alright, in these stories Reader-chan tries to escape from their Yandere match but fails. These stories were commissioned by ONE AND ONLY @biggesttfsimp!

She was so kind and patient with me, I’m sorry it took so long and I hope you and everyone enjoy the short stories I wrote!

Also, last one, Tarn one has some violence so if you aren’t okay with that, DON’T READ.

YANDERE COMMISSION

I was commissioned by sweetheart called @biggesttfsimp to write about her Yandere matches!

Idea was that the Reader was taken from their Yandere and they retrieve what is rightfully theirs.

There are some different states of Yandere/Victim relationships in here so they aren’t all completely same.

Enjoy everyone and thank you for commissioning me!

Small warning, Robo violence and blood!

YANDERE MATCHUP COMMISSION

Ratchet is Yandere for you!

This serious mech didn't pay any special attention to you until he learns about your disability and how sickly you can get when outdoors.

Of course, he gets worried, he worries about the kids also, but you're not a child but an adult, you should know better than heading somewhere where you might get sick!

This old medic is a manipulative Yandere. He will try to manipulate you by using his words and job as the Autobot medic to his advantage. People have to listen to him because he knows what is best for everyone! Or so he likes to believe.

Ratchet gets cranky but it's mainly because he cares… And he grows to care about you a lot. He takes you as his special patient and will always be checking on you if you even cough one too many times.

He starts telling you that he can take you out to see nature, but you need to stay close to him no matter what. If you can do that, he rewards you by suggesting maybe taking you to see botanical gardens or something like that, depending on what season it is.

The medic was never much of a poet but he starts reading about them and he takes a liking to these poets called Haiku. They are short and make their point across immediately. Just like him, you once said and he grunted as he hid his happiness.

Ratchet is old even for a Cybertronian so he knows a lot about stars. Shame that he doesn't know what you humans call them as. He starts learning so he can always tell you what constellation you are admiring at the given moment.

It tends to get cold during the night, so Ratchet insists to wrap you in blankets and hold you against him to keep you warm. Not like he wanted an excuse to hold you close against him.

He can’t understand how you can still be so happy and positive when the world has been so cruel to you. Maybe you are a little ditzy, but that was just one of your benevolent traits.

Well, the world would no longer matter. Ratchet swears he will keep you safe, no matter what or who he has to cut down.

Blitzwing is Yandere for you!

Decepticons held no love for humans but Blitzwing wasn’t exactly just like every other Con. Don’t get him wrong, he was loyal to Megatron and to the Decepticon cause, but he was maybe the one who mostly paid attention to humans.

You’re different, frailer than other humans he has had the pleasure of meeting. You’re too kind and gullible, he can tell the moment you two start talking and he realizes that you have misunderstood him as one of Detroit’s robots that helped the humans live their lives.

“Are you perhaps my new assistance?”

“I-” Icy was saying when Hothead took over.

“Why would-” The temperamental personality lost control to Random.

“Ooh, jou’re so frail one! I could just eat jou up!”

You might have been a little weirded out by him, but you said it itself. He had a personality, unlike these other monotone helpers. He even had this accent that you couldn’t help but love.

Until the heat dies out and Autobots and human officers stop searching him, he hides with you and learns about you. You’re so happy and cheerful, Random takes an immediate liking to you. People are way too serious these days but you can still stay lighthearted.

Hothead growls extremely overprotective over you. If he hears anyone even mention your name in a sentence in a bad manner he blows up and shouts, making people leave in fear. He gets mad because you can’t defend yourself as he can.

Icy takes notice that you can’t leave your home as often as you would like to and he has offered to take you out flying and you couldn’t believe your ears. Do assistance robots fly these days?

The offer is nice because Detroit being a huge city was too bright for stars to be seen. Once the night comes he will transform and take you flying above the clouds where you can see stars clearly. He can see you smile and you’re so genuine about your happiness that for a moment he forgets you’re a human.

Now, his Yandere side…

Once all three of his personalities agree that you belong to him, he doesn’t hesitate, he will come to you and tell you that your time has come, capture and bring you to the Decepticon hideout.

He makes sure that the good old professor Sumdac has prepared you for your own living space where you wouldn’t be able to get sick.

He took you with him because he and his personalities all value you. You have to understand things from his point of view.

It was only manner of time before Decepticons would take over the Cybertron and Earth, and once they would do that, you would be safe with him. He wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you.

You may feel like a pet, but Blitzwing tries to assure you that you are his lover. Even if he says so, the two of you are far from equals. He just can’t help himself, you’re so small and frail, even for a human.

Please sing for him, Blitzwing loves your voice and the songs you sing are so alien to him. His favorite songs are about the struggles of the mind and such. The more time you spend there in the Decepticon hideout the more you start feeling like a caged songbird.

Even if you tried to escape, you wouldn’t get far with your disability, and the tunnels all around Decepticon hideout were like an underground labyrinth. Even if you by some miracle made it outside, there would be woods for miles.

“Out on jour own?” Comes Icy’s voice behind you and you turn and see him just as Hothead takes control. “Jou know better than leaving my side!”

“I’m sorry…” You apologized as you come up with something to say, “It just got so stuffy inside, I needed some fresh air.”

Hothead huffed, but then Random took over, “Ha ha ah, why didn’t say so? We will happily take you out on a walk!”

“I’m sorry.” You apologized again, as Random picked you up and with surprising gentleness kissed the top of your head, “It’s alright! The little one didn’t know any better!”

Despite saying it's okay, he carries you back inside the hideout.

Tarn is Yandere for you!

Tarn was fine as he was, or so he liked to think. While the brutal Decepticon tortured and killed without a blink of an optic, he was awfully stressed. It showed as his obsession to keep on transforming and abusing his transformation cogs.

Was the universe punishing him? It couldn’t be, he was on a holy mission. He needed a sign, anything that would let him know that he was doing the right thing.

Primus must have been approving and rewarding his actions when Tarn finds you in a spaceship, held with other humans by a former Decepticon traitor who managed to land a spot on DJD’s dreaded list.

The humans ran when they saw them execute the traitor but Tarn took notice that there was something wrong with you, you weren’t moving like the rest of the humans were.

Curious as he was, he picked you up and he felt his spark pulse when he saw how cute you were. Fear looked so good on your face so how cute could you be when you would be happy and smiling?

“Be mine…” Tarn said as he held you in front of his feared mask. “And I’ll promise you every galaxy on a plate.”

How could you say no to an offer like that? Especially since your opinion meant very little when Tarn decided to either way keep you.

He would spoil you rotten so you would have no reason to be sad. He loves seeing the happy smile on your pretty face and hear your bubbly laughter. They carry power and make his spark ache for you.

Your relationship looked a lot like Kaon’s and Pet’s relationship, only Tarn insured you that you were more than a pet to him. You were his lost other half. Tarn liked to think how the chances of you two meeting were so small that it must have been destiny.

He forces you to rely on him on everything. If you wanted to move around you have to ask him and sometimes he makes you sing for your food. The songs you sing are alien to him and there is beauty behind every word and meaning.

You’re like a little bird who never could fly away and he liked it that way. Yes, stay dependent on him and sing for him, sing like a songbird you are.

Tarn loves you, even if you weren’t able to fly. It’s just one more reason for him to keep you locked. For your own safety.

The feared group of Decepticon soldiers called Decepticon Justice Division aka DJD were fragging. Yes, all five members of them were on the floor, fragging each other. None of them was sure how they ended up there, but the multiple engex cubes said more than slurred words.

Tarn was fragging Tesaurus on the side while Helex, Kaon, and Vos were together. Vos was sitting on Helex's face and riding the smelter's face while Kaon was between the four-armed Con's legs, fragging him with his spike.

"How's it feeling Helex?" Kaon asked and he got smug laughter as a reply, "As if a sad little Bot was fragging me!" He challenged the other Con.

Vos moaned as Helex's words vibrated against his valve and Kaon smirked. Let's see what a Bot could do. The eyeless mech grinned as he pressed his finger against Helex's anterior node and gave it a little electric shock.

"Frag!" Helex cried out, his whole frame bucking so hard he almost sent his fellow Decepticons flying in the air. Vos cursed in Primal Vernacular as he grabbed the other Con's head and grounded his valve harder against his mouth. Helex moaned against him as Kaon chuckled.

He had felt how Helex's valve tightened around him when given the little shock so Kaon decided to do it again. This time the bigger Con was able to control his body, but not his valve so Kaon kept giving him little shocks as he picked the pace of his own thrusts, feeling himself getting near.

"Can't!" Helex cried out needily against Vos' valve and Kaon smirked, "Of course, you can!"

"No, I-!" He was cut off as Kaon gave him so far the strongest shock yet and that made Helex overload on the spot. For a big Con, his valve sure squeezed Kaon's spike hard and that was what he needed to overload inside his comrade in arms. Both Cons panted, but couldn't rest, not when there were still some in the middle of fragging.

Vos hissed something in the ancient language and grounded his valve harder against Helex's face while Tarn called Tesaurus his own good little ToyCon. The night was just starting.

~~~~

Nickel was a new member of the team so the first thing she wanted to do was to perform a checkup on her new crewmates. Everyone came out normal and healthy, and Tesaurus and Helex high-fived each other on their way out of the medbay, but Nickel called after the smelter.

"Oh, and Helex, I expect you to come to visit me the day after tomorrow so we can talk about your new diet."

"What?" Helex scowled, "Why me and no one else?"

"You're carrying so you can't just digest everything like normal Con. No engex for example."

"Wait, what?" The huge Con blinked, "What did you say?"

"You're carrying a sparkling. You knew that, right?" "I'm what!?"

~~~~

"I'm taking you out of the field." Tarn said and Helex blinked, shocked before turning angry, "What?! Tarn, you can't!"

"I can and I will! You're carrying a new Decepticon warrior inside you! Do you know how rare it is to conceive a sparkling these days?!"

"Tarn, you know me! I can't just sit around doing nothing!" The smelter shouted. Tarn sighed deeply and walked up to his soldier and placed his hand over Helex's shoulder.

"Helex, what you have inside you is a miracle. Don't endanger it."

The huge mech scowled but the smaller set of his arms went to cup his abdomen where the little life form was growing. Finally, he sighed and nodded, "Fine… But I'm not happy about it!"

"You will thank me when the sparkling is born."

~~~~

"Frag, get this thing out of me!" Helex shouted as his two huge arms flailed and the other two smaller ones held his abdomen in pain. It was time for him to give birth, but it turned out to be more painful than the Con had thought. "No one told me this would hurt!"

"I told you!" Nickel shouted from her place between Helex's legs and the smelter glared at her, "Not this much!"

"Don't shout at me when I'm only trying to help!" The little minicon shouted right back and kneeled forward, "Okay, the helm is crowning, just push!"

Helex shouted as he pushed and the sterile room was filled with the small cries of a newborn Decepticon. Nickel smiled as she prepared the little one and Helex's friends and teammates were there around him when Nickel finally gave the little bundle of joy to Helex to hold.

"A strong mech." Nickel nodded and Helex's spark almost melt when he got a good look at his sparkling. The little thing could barely open its optics but it sure snuggled against his warm smelter.

"Do you have a name for them?" Tesaurus asked and the other huge Con smiled, "Magma. His name is Magma."

There is something in you that calls him forward. Helex doesn't know where he is, he only knows he got separated from his teammates into this weird alien forest.

With each step, he takes he finds himself more lost in this forest. Helex hates how with each step he takes, the forest's vines try to sneak between his armor.

He is tempted to burn the whole forest into the ground, but then sees this light blue flame float before him and he grinds his denta as he attempts to crush the flame with his hand, but the flame slips straight through his servos.

The flame dances before his optics before making distance, but not escaping from his view. As if it wants him to follow it.

When he doesn't move the flame seems to grow more agitated and finally, Helex watches how the flame seems to grow and take a shape of a humanoid alien, but it's made of flames.

"What's wrong big guy?" You ask as you float before him, "Don't want to leave the forest?"

"How can I trust you?" He asks, disdain clear in his voice but you ignore it as you float in the air on your back, as if you were resting on a hammock, "You don't need to, but I'm your best guess if you ever want to leave this forest."

Helex is tempted to burn you, but you appear in his scanners as pure fire so he doubts you could be killed that easily. So he submits and nods meekly, "If you may, would you show me the way out?"

You smile brightly like the sun that didn't reach the forest through thick trees and turned into a blue flame that flowed in the air asa sign for him to follow.

Helex decides to trust you and follows the trail you leave behind you until he makes it to the clearing where his allies and the rest of the Decepticon Justice Division are.

He quickly runs up to his comrades and Tarn looks him up and down. "Helex, where did you go?"

"It's a long story Tarn." He grunts and quickly whipped his helm to another side, thinking he saw the blue flame, but as soon as he turned his optics, he felt something warm enter his smelting pool.'

Helex gasped, but it was ignored in favor of returning to Peaceful Tyranny so they could hunt another traitor. Only they had a little extra passenger with them.