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Collections--Het Version	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Het - M/F Views: 5829 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Written for kiananuva12. OC Razortron belongs to her. If you want to see a pic, follow the link. http://kiananuva12.deviantart.com/art/TF-Break-Dancing-Razortron-111261934

Title: When Wasp Met Razortron
Pairing: Wasp/OC
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: (AU) Wasp sees something he likes.

Wasp watched as a femme walked alongside a stream, stopping to kneel near the bank, gazing down into the trickling water, studying the small fish that swam beneath. Several weeks had passed since he first spotted the femme. Her beauty mesmerized him. Everything about her was perfection, the round glasses over her bright optics, faceplates soft and warm with a beautiful smile, frame etched with voluptuous curves, long, elegant wings hanging from her back. Even the strange scars on her back did little to mar her beauty.

Unable to sit by and watch any longer, Wasp tore up some nearby pink and white flowers, dirt crumbling from the still attached roots. He cautiously stepped toward the femme until he was right behind her, and he cleared his vocalizer, squeaking in fear as the femme whipped around and pointed a very large gun in his face, causing him to topple onto his back.

“Who are you?!” the femme snarled. “What do you want?!”

Wasp held up the flowers and stammered, “W--Wasp…Wasp wants to be…friends with…femmebot.”

The femme’s optics narrowed. “Wasp? I thought you looked familiar. You’re that fugitive…”

Wasp’s optics widened in terror. “No! Wasp not going back to stockade!”

The green mech transformed and sped off into the forest, trembling in fright as the femme flew after him, reaching out and snagging his bumper.

“Stop!” the femme yelled. “I know you’re innocent! I won’t turn you over to the Elite Guard! I promise!”

Wasp stopped and growled, “How does femmebot know about Wasp?”

“Bumblebee…he talks about you a lot…and how you were framed back in boot camp,” the femme answered. “He and the others have been trying to clear the charges against you.”

Grumbling, Wasp transformed out of alt-mode and stared over at the femme with a skeptical expression. “Femmebot…really…won’t turn Wasp over.”

“I promise, really,” the femmebot stated, “and the name is Razortron, not femmebot. You can call me Razor…if you want. It’s nice to meet you, Wasp.”

“I--It’s nice…to meet Razor-bot as well,” Wasp stuttered out. He noticed that he was still clutching the flowers, and he held them out to her. “Razor-bot…friend?”

Razortron grinned, a red blush forming on her cheeks, and she took the flowers from his servo. “…Yes.”

Title: Leaving
Pairing: Wasp/OC
Rating: G
Warnings: angst
Summary: (AU) Razortron has some bad news.

Months passed since Razortron and Wasp first met, and their friendly relationship had grown more romantic. Each night, Razortron would sneak out of the base and meet up with Wasp, spending the hours talking and snuggled in each other’s arms. Tonight was different though. Razortron was tense and nervous, not thrilled with the news she was about to deliver to her companion.

“Wasp…I…have to return to Cybertron in one orbital cycle,” Razortron stammered.

“W--What?!” Wasp cried, faceplates etched in panic and confusion. “Razor-bot leaving Wasp behind?!”

“It’ll only be for seven orbital cycles,” Razortron murmured, desperate to calm the green mech, “and then I’ll return to Earth.”

“Why Razor-bot have to go?” Wasp whined, shoulders slumping.

Razortron drew Wasp into a tight embrace. “Because Wheeljack needs my help with a project. I owe him…for accidentally blowing up his lab a few stellar cycles ago…so I can’t refuse him.”

“Wasp will be lonely without Razor-bot,” Wasp whimpered. “Wasp has no one else.”

“…You could come stay at the base,” Razortron stated. “The others will welcome you…I’m sure of it. I bet Bumblebee…”

Wasp interrupted the femme, snarling out, “ Wasp not stay with Bumble-bot!”

Razortron sighed and rubbed her brow as Wasp ranted on about the yellow mech. It was pointless arguing with him, and she didn’t want their last night together to end badly. Taking a risk, the green femme leaned over and pressed her lips over Wasp’s mouth, startling the green mech into silence. Wasp sat in shock as Razortron tenderly kissed him, shuddering as she cupped his cheek and deepened the kiss. His shock dissipated, and he eagerly kissed back, glossa tracing over the green femme’s lips, moaning as she allowed him entrance to her mouth. Their glossas rubbed together in a delicate exploration, savoring one another’s unique flavor. Eventually, the two broke apart, panting hard.

“Razor-bot…excellent kisser,” Wasp murmured.

Razortron chuckled, “You’re not so bad yourself.” She nuzzled her face into the green mech’s neck. “I’m going to miss you. Please stay safe.”

“Wasp will miss Razor-bot too,” Wasp stated, caressing the green femme’s cheek. “Razor-bot stay safe as well.”

Title: Transformation
Pairing: Waspinator/OC
Rating: G
Warnings: angst
Summary: (AU) Wasp has changed…

Arrival back on Earth should have been a joyous occasion for Razortron. She was excited to meet back up with her friends and Wasp. All that changed when Bumblebee informed her of the latest battle that took place one orbital cycle ago, one that involved Wasp. The details of the battle left her feeling cold and nauseous.

For the next three days, Razortron spent her nights in the clearing where she had last met Wasp, hopeful that the mech was still alive and would return. On the fourth night, she sensed a presence lurking in the shadows.

“Wasp…Waspinator?” Razortron called out.

A deep voice answered, “Yes…Waspinator here.”

Razortron sighed in relief and smiled wide. “Wasp, please come out. I want to see you. I’ve missed you.”

“Razor-bot won’t want to see Waspinator,” the mech growled. “Waspinator freak.”

“That’s not true!” Razortron snapped. “I know what happened Wasp! It wasn’t your fault! You were tricked!” She drew in a shaky intake. “I…I really like you, Wasp. I don’t care if you’ve changed. Please, just come out. I don’t want to talk to the dark all night.”

Razortron’s optics widened as the mech stepped out from the shadows. The Wasp she once knew was gone, replaced by a large insect-like bot. Waspinator noticed the fearful glint in the femme’s optics, and he turned away, helm hung low.

“Waspinator knew Razor-bot would think Waspinator was a freak,” the techno-organic sighed. “Waspinator…disgusting.”

Razortron ran after the retreating mech, and she flew off the ground to reach his face, wrapping her arms around his neck, slamming her lips over his mandibles. The techno-organic gasped, clutching her small frame with his four arms. Cupping Waspinator’s cheeks, Razortron rained gentle kisses over his face.

“You’re not disgusting, and you’re not a freak,” Razortron murmured. “I think…you’re rather hot looking.”

Waspinator blushed and muttered, “Razor-bot…really think so?”

Razortron smirked and captured Waspinator’s lip components in a searing kiss. “Does that answer your question?” She gnawed on her bottom lip, gathering up courage for what she was about to say. “Wasp…I didn’t have the courage to tell you this before I left…but…I love you…and I don’t want to lose you. Please…don’t leave me.”

“Waspinator…love Razor-bot too,” the techno-organic beamed.

Title: Bonding
Pairing: Waspinator/OC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: oral, squick
Summary: (AU) Waspinator and Razortron finally bond.

Flying through the crisp night air, Razortron giggled as Waspinator chased after her. The techno-organic laughed as well, snagging the femme by her hips, spinning her around and pressing her flush against him, face inches from hers. Closing the distance, Razortron passionately kissed Waspinator, mewling as his servos massed her hips and aft. Both bots cried out as their groins rubbed together, causing sparks of pleasure to shoot through their circuitry. Feeling dizzy, Waspinator immediately landed, gently lowering the femme to the ground, looming over her elegant frame with lust filled optics.

“Wasp…I…want you,” Razortron murmured, tone husky. She retracted her pelvic plating, cheeks heating up as her naked port was revealed, fluid trickling out. “I hope…I’m not disappointing to look at.”

Wasp was salivating at the sight of her intimate area, fighting to keep himself from drooling all over her. “No…Razor-bot so beautiful. Can…Waspinator touch Razor-bot? Waspinator promise not to hurt Razor-bot.”

Voice faltering, Razortron nodded, jolting as Waspinator’s fingers skimmed over her port before cautiously dipping inside, gently scissoring her tight, virgin passage. Razortron cried out, bucking her hips as the techno-organic kissed her abdomen, trailing down to her stretched port. He removed his fingers and snaked his long glossa into her moist opening, shuddering as her sweet essence exploded over his sensors. Grabbing her thighs, he pushed her legs back, lifting up her aft so he could gain better access to her port, ravishing her with his lips and glossa, hungrily drinking her down. The femme shrieked and rolled her hips, trying to push more of her groin into his face as a throbbing pressure began to build in her.

“Wasp! Wasp!” Razortron wailed, servos grasping at Waspinator’s helm, fingers massaging his antennae. “Please…ngh…not yet! I don’t want to overload yet!”

Reluctantly, Waspinator pulled away, optics gazing away from the femme in embarrassment as he frothed at the mouth. The femme grinned mischievously, and she tackled the larger mech, nipping and licking his neck cables. Moaning, the techno-organic slid back his plating, crying out when the femme’s fingers trailed over the wet slit of his plug. Razortron slid down the mech’s large frame, swiping her glossa along the base of his bonding shaft, eliciting another cry from the techno-organic. Waspinator trembled, and he grew panicked as a painful throbbing spread across his metasoma.

“Wasp…am I doing something wrong?” Razortron asked, catching the panic in the mech’s optics.

“No…Razor-bot make Waspinator feel so good,” Waspinator whimpered, “but Waspinator worried. Waspinator’s body…has changed.”

“Wasp, I told you before…I don’t care if you've changed,” Razortron murmured. “Please…tell me what’s wrong.”

“Waspinator…show Razor-bot,” the techno-organic mumbled.

The mech motioned for Razortron to look behind her at his metasoma. There was long slit down the middle with a sticky substance leaking out. Slowly, another massive plug rose up, drenched in fluid. Tentatively, Razortron ran her fingers over the length, causing Waspinator to shudder and hiss.

“Wasp…don’t feel ashamed,” Razortron cooed, leaning over to kiss the tip of the mech’s plug. “You’re as handsome as ever.”

“Razor-bot…make Waspinator so happy,” the techno-organic mused.

Smirking, the femme swallowed down Waspinator’s plug, using her thighs to squeeze the other shaft jutting from the mech’s pelvic region, causing the techno-organic to shout in bliss.

“Waspinator want Razor-bot!” Waspinator cried out. “Please!”

Giving the tip of Waspinator’s plug a final kiss, Razortron positioned herself over the impressive girth, trembling in fright and anticipation as it pressed against her port. Waspinator used two servos to grasp Razortron’s hips, and he used the other two to fondle her chassis.

“Razor-bot…really want Waspinator to be first?” Waspinator inquired.

“No…I want you to be the only one to ever take me,” Razortron murmured. “I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. Be my mate?”

Oily tears formed in Waspinator’s optics. “Yes…Waspinator be Razor-bot’s mate…for life.”

Tearing pain shot through Razortron as she sank down, stretched wide by Waspinator’s cable. The femme collapsed on top of the mech, burying her face into his chassis. Waspinator caressed her shaking frame, raining down soothing kisses along her flushed cheeks. After a short time, the burning agony vanished, replaced by a pleasant tingling. Gently, Waspinator rocked his hips, grinning in relief as the femme let out a pleasured whine.

“Razor-bot feels so good,” Waspinator mewled. “Does Waspinator feel good?”

“Ungh! Yes! Ah!” Razortron moaned. “Please more!”

Giving off a wicked smirk, Waspinator experimentally thrust hard, watching for any signs of discomfort, but all he saw was his lovely femme writhing in pleasure. Reaching down, Razortron pumped Waspinator’s pelvic plug, causing the mech to snarl in lust and ram harder into her.

Splitting open her chassis and exposing her pulsing spark, Razortron screamed, “Bond with me! Oh! Please! I want you!”

“Yes! Yes!” Waspinator yelled, opening his chest plates. “Waspinator want Razor-bot too!”

Their opened chest plates met, and their throbbing sparks twined together to form one beating mass. Unbelievable pleasure coursed through their frames, sending both bots crashing into overload, passing out in each other’s arms.

Title: Family
Pairing: Waspinator/OC
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: (AU) Everything ends well.

Three days after their coupling, Razortron finally convinced Waspinator to live with her at the Autobot base. The group welcomed him, although Ratchet was tense and skeptical, overprotective of the femme. The medbot became even more agitated after learning of Razortron’s bonding with the techno-organic. Razortron managed to calm down Ratchet and encourage him to give the mech a chance. Grudgingly, Ratchet warmed up to Waspinator, but that warmth turned to boiling rage after giving Razortron her weekly check-up, discovering that the femme was carrying three sparklings. For the next five days, Waspinator hid up in a tree as Ratchet cursed and threatened to tear him to pieces.

Order was eventually restored at the base. Waspinator grew close to Optimus, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Prowl, and even Ratchet. Razortron was overjoyed at how things had turned out for her loving mate, and in four months, she gave birth two healthy mechs and a femme. Stinger closely resembled his father’s form before the transformation. Vespa was a mixture of her mother’s and father’s features. Jabs closely resembled his mother, with a few features similar to his father.

Razortron cradled her young offspring, chuckling as the sparklings cooed in her tender embrace. Waspinator murmured happily as he nuzzled his mate and gently kissed his offspring, eliciting soft giggles from the younglings.

“They’re so beautiful,” Razortron murmured.

“Just like Razor-bot,” Waspinator chuckled, sensually kissing his mate. “Waspinator love Razor-bot.”

“Love you too, Wasp,” Razortron mewled.

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