-You are too innocent, too pure for this cruel twist of a world. One night your friends decided to change that and took you out to a bar. What turned into a couple of fruity drinks became a few dozen hard shots. Even worse, your so-called "friends" were too tipsy to notice you became targeted by a nearby mech. Girl code went out the window and you became increasingly attracted to him. Things escalated and although he was more in a right of mind than you, you decided that you wanted more.-

I'm frosting, I don't need a man to make my life sweet

I let out a small sigh as I cut off my comm. Another date rejected. It wasn't really my fault, I just. I'd rather be alone. I was fine being an independent femme. I had a great job, a nice house. The works. Why would I go on and ruin that for some out-of-his-mind mech? Carrier raised me better. My life was good. I would not come out of my comfort zone for anyone. One night and that could lead to too many disasters. Why risk it? Life is kinda like a game, and I was so not gonna lose now.

Prince Charming just isn't the one I think I need

I admit at times I was a bit lonely. It seemed nice to be able to come home to someone who loved you. To fall asleep in another's arms. To have someone look at you like they'd just die for you because that's how much they loved you. I closed my optics and shook my head.

No, it was ridiculous. I didn't need to be taken care of. I wasn't a sparkling anymore. I could take care of myself. And with that note, I told Jazz to go frag himself. Sure he had the looks, the swagger. But I've seen him interact with other femmes. Not gonna happen anytime soon. And don't get me started on Sideswipe. Was almost as bad as his brother. I had standards for Prime's sake. And Knockout's wealth and charm just didn't cut it for me. I knew what he was really after... I frowned to myself, maybe Moonracer was right. Maybe I was being a bit arrogant. But all these mechs. They act like they can win me over with a few marvelous objects like I'm some feral animal to tame. That's not how I roll.

You're thirsty, you think I give out my shit for free

But then again, maybe I was being too... prejudiced? Chromia had told me not to let my one bad experience get to my head. It wouldn't be fair to "Mr.Right" out there. But who was I to care? I had dignity, I wouldn't just give myself away again.

One time was enough.

Yet, in my spark I knew. I longed for it. To be touched. To have that wonderful feeling of sheer bliss. It didn't really matter wh- No scratch that, it did. Tall. Dark. Handsome. Making me feel like I was the only femme in the world. I wanted it. But I remembered what I had at stake and threw myself into my work to avoid it. Until it came again of course. Sigh.

I'm bursting, out laughing at idiocy

!You Have One New Message!

My thoughts were interrupted by my datapad. I pulled it up and read that Moonracer was going out today with Mercury and Firestar. To the local bar managed by... Cogwheel? I wouldn't have known. I was preparing myself to refuse like I normally do when there was a knock on the door. I rose to open it and when I did there was Moonracer herself.

"Came before you could say no this time, Y/N." she smirked.

I sighed, "Moonracer I'm tired, I don't have time-"

"Ah!" she interrupted. "No excuses today, wheelie. I will personally drag your aft if I have to."

I raised an optic ridge, we both knew I was stronger.

"Or get Incognito to do it at least, " she gestured to the black mech standing behind her. It all seemed too sudden, too organized. There was no way I would go. But situations being what they were I responded before I could stop myself.

"Fine."

Was I just making excuses? What was I thinking? It's been eons since I got intoxicated. What was I doing? Was I really that desperate?

Moonracer jumped into the air in triumph. She added a little extra by activating her pistons and spinning around in the air.

"Finally! This is gonna be so great, you'll love it I promise!" she smiled brightly and grabbed me by the shoulders. "Time to get all that seriousness fragged outta you. Figuratively speaking of course." A mischevious smile formed on her face, "Of course it wouldn't hurt to mean literally too." she winked.

I rolled my optics, "Drinks only, Moonracer. I have no interest in promiscuous games."

"Right, right. Goody two-peds 'til the end." the devious grin never left her lips. She turned around and walked right through Incognito. He dissipated as soon as she came into contact. FRag! I should've known. Moonracer was an expert on holograms. 

"Was that like, " I gestured to the spot where the menacing bot had stood, "Some kinda bluff?"

"Yep." She answered coyly, popping the "p".

I mentally groaned. Moonracer was younger than me. I should've known her juvenile stunts were bound to appear some way or another. 

We reached the others and they gawked at my precense.

"You're actually going?" Mercury asked, a questioning look on her face. She glanced suspiciously at Moonracer and whispered, "Did she drug you?"

"I can hear you, you know."

"I assumed you'd be too distracted."

"Now, now." Firestar came between them, "This is great! Y/N's finally gonna get laid!"

"I beg your pardon?"

Moonracer groaned, "Lose the formality will ya?"

"Don't be a glitch, Moon."

I sighed internally. Some friends. Their bubbly personality wasn't really compatible with me. But, I thought about what Firestar had said. I didn't really want to go through with all of this. But maybe I'd enjoy a night off. Would it really hurt to get some action in my life? Maybe this is exactly what I needed.

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I need a Gingerbread Man. The one I'll feed. A Gingerbread Man, the one I'll eat. One who's always crazy. Never calls me baby. That's the one that I want and all you boys are not him.

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We arrived at the bar and I immediately started to regret coming here. The stench, the tension. The smell of alcohol reached my olfactory systems and I thought I was gonna hurl. I felt so out of place and so vulnerable.

"Relax, Y/N. Just stick with us and you'll be fine." Mercury reassured while placing a servo on my shoulder. She looped her arm through mine and led me to the others. I hadn't even realized I was behind. We reached the counter and I noticed Moonracer was already chatting it up with a suave looking lupicon. His yellow optics gleamed dangerously in the dark, but somehow Moonracer looked like she was in total control. Firestar playfully rolled her optics, "She always gets the hot ones."

"I don't really trust lupicons. The scratches from their claws are so hard to buff out." Mercury quickly glanced behind Firestar, "I think I dated his brother."

My optic ridges furrowed at their conversation. How were they so willing to talk about this in the open? And what about Moonracer? That femme already had her servos on him. Unbelievable. I was a bit embarrassed to confess, but I was jealous of her confidence. I would never be able to talk to a mech like that.

"What'll it be?" my train of thought was interrupted by Cogwheel. I looked away as Firestar ordered for all of us. 

Can't you see? I only want the ones who never see me.

"Haven't seen you around here before. What's your deal?" A blue mech had just walked up to me and had a confident smirk on his face.

"I was forced to come here," I stated in a flat tone, trying my best to display my disinterest.

"Aren't we all?" he replied.

I looked at him. He was pretty cute, one of the sportsters I've come across now and then. I think he was friends with Smokescreen.

"I am friends with Smokescreen, actually." he gave a little chuckle. 

Frag, was I talking out loud?

"You still are, by the way."

I felt a rising heat flush my cheek plates and I looked away. I was so bad at this. Two nanosecs and I've already made myself look like a fool. 

"Hey, it's okay. One time I was speeding down lane 67 and crashed right into CP."

I looked up at him with a confused expression, "Lane 67 is a pedestrian path."

He smiled knowingly, "Exactly."

I let myself giggle at this. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. He seemed like a sweet mech and the way he smiled was almost too die for. It was such an innocent joke. It was adorably stupid and I found myself surprisingly attracted to that.

But I'm happy, I love playing these games until my heart bleeds

He moved a little closer, his servos almost touching mine resting on the counter. "If you give me your designation code, maybe we can cruise some time on lane 69." His optics dimmed a bit and he looked me straight in the optics. I thought about what he said for a moment.

"There's no lane 69." I said with a bit of confusion in my voice. It came out more like a question rather than a correction.

The mech smirked at me, but this time it didn't feel all that innocent. "There can be."

He was getting a bit too close for comfort. I could smell high grade coming from him and something else. Something a little too illegal for me to get tangled up with.

"Maybe some other time?" I tried to dismiss his request. I stared at my drink that was put in front of me. I didn't know how to get out of this situation. I felt like some type of prey caught in a predator's trap. And quite frankly, it didn't feel good at all.

"Maybe right now, " he grabbed my servo and I felt my spark start to pump faster. And not in a good way. My intakes became short and I tried to yank my arm away but he held on. So I did what I knew best and used my free arm to give him a hard left hook in his face. He let go at the impact and placed a servo where I hit him. He stared at me as if I was crazy. At this point, maybe I was.

"Your loss, "he muttered and walked away.

It bleeds jelly, cause you don't want someone to eat your cookie

"Yo, what was that?" Mercury grabbed my shoulder and flipped me around to face her. The two were looking at me and I noticed Moonracer and her "friend" were also staring. I fidgeted with my digits as I tried to think of an answer. 

"Instincts, "I shrugged as I tried to play it off as nothing. 

The lupicon chuckled, "Those are some fine instincts you have there." He walked away from a surprised Moonracer and came up to me, "Maybe you could help me enhance my own sometime."

I nervously averted my optics. This mech was way different from the other. He wasn't acting foolish or clumsy to win me over. He had confidence in his own masculinity, and his words seemed to smoothly make their way to my audios like music. He was a bit taller than me and I took note on his claws. He wouldn't be so easy to put down as the previous one was. But then again, why was I over analyzing the situation as if I had some tryst to cover? He was just flirting. 

"I'm sorry, I'm just uh.." I mustered up all the courage I had and looked up at him, "Not interested."

If this was a physical attack he would have brushed it off and gotten right back up because he replied with, "Perhaps I could change your mind?"

I took my drink and gave it a small sip, "That's not likely to happen anytime soon, but nice try."

"Very well, I respect your decision." He sauntered away from me, "But there will be no second chances when you come to your senses."

I rolled my optics at his remark. Typical mechs.

Can someone please find him for me, find him for me?

I realized Mercury and Firestar were staring at me in shock. Moonracer was nowhere to be seen.

"Y/N, you just turned down two fine mechs!" Firestar gaped at my calmness of the situation.

I shrugged, "They might've been attractive appearance-wise. But it would have been very illogical to allow-"

"You spend too much time with Shockwave." Mercury interrupted.

I was taken aback. "Well, I-"

"Why haven't you courted him?"

"Don't be silly, Mercury. He's way too old!"

"She needs some action in her life!"

"We'd be lucky if he didn't probe her during interface."

"We'd be lucky if he probed her at all!"

I clenched my servos and grit my denta, feeling a thunderous rage consume me. My optics felt hot and I stood up immediately, "And who are you two idiots to decide what's best for me?" I yelled, tears threatening to spill from my heavy optics. "I didn't ask you to lodge yourselves into my non-existent sex life! If that's all you ever think about than I pity you. Love shouldn't be purely physical, get that through your thick helms!" I sat back down and glared at my so-called "friends". Their optics wide and mouths open.

"Y/N, we didn't mean-"

"Save it." I hissed. "Cogwheel, give me a round of titanium bolts." I muttered.

Everything was a bit quiet after my outburst. And I welcomed it.

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I need a Gingerbread man, the one I'll feed. A Gingerbread man, the one I'll eat. One who's always crazy. Never calls me baby. That's the one that I want and all you boys are not him.

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"Yo, is dat titanium? Pretty strong stuff for a femme."

I barely heard what this mech said. I'd been lucky enough to process his accent, but all I truly heard was "pretty" and "femme". That alone triggered my backlash.

"Go frag yourself." I snapped. My words seemed to hang in the air for a moment, an almost tangible matter. 

"Eyyo, I didn't mean it like dat. It was a compliment."

I scoffed and downed my next shot. Feeling the fiery liquid burn down my entire throat was somewhat soothing. It calmed down all my systems until everything was just a haze. Emotions had no appeal.

"I'm sorry, I just-" I choked down a sob and instead let out a hiccup. "I can't tell which mech just wants a normal, sophisticated conversation between who wants to tear off my codpiece." 

"Yeah, " he chuckled. "We're tricky like dat." He looked at my sad optics and his expression softened, "If it means anythin', I'm open ta talk."

I rolled my optics and leaned into him, looking straight into his piercing red optics. "Talk about what exactly?" I narrowed my optics, "You. Me. In a berth?"

"I didn't-"

I cut him off by placing a single digit on his lips, "Say no more." I slurred. "I have you aaallll figured out." I raised my servo to slap him but I misjudged the distance and ended up falling into him even more. 

I'm the icing covering his body

I felt him catch me and his touch seemed to set my entire body on fire. It scared me.

"How are you doing that?" I asked urgently. I used my arms to prop myself up and I held myself together my placing my servos on his shoulders.

"Doin' what?" He was clearly confused.

I took him all in. He had a nice, toned figured. Primus, even his tires were clearly built. And so so clean. His armor complimented his face. Those blazing red optics captured mine and I felt almost dizzy. The white ring around them seemed to make him more approachable. I gasped when I looked up top.

"What's those things on your helm?" I giggled.

He gave me a curious expression, "My horns?"

I reached out like a little sparkling to touch them, "They're niiiiice."

"Uh, thanks?"

I wrapped my arms around him and felt that burning sensation once more.

I wanna hold him so close, so tightly

"I will never ever ever never let go," I mumbled into his neck. I noticed he had red biolights. It was nice.

"Uhh." I felt him try to stand up and I held even tighter. I didn't want to lose this feeling. I heard a sigh and I felt two strong arms pick me up off of where I was sitting. Everything felt warm and fuzzy. The places where his servos touched felt hot and I felt an even hotter sensation stir inside me.

"Seems like you've had enough for da night." He glanced at me, "What was yer designation again?"

"Y/N. What's yours?"

"The name's Thunderhoof."

Ironically suiting.

"Perfect."

He raised an optic ridge, "Perfect fer what?"

Baby, how do I say this politely?

"Now I know what designation to scream," I smirked.

"Hey now, " He set me down outside the bar and I pouted, "I ain't exactly objectin' but yous ain't in your right mind. In fact, you're outta your mind, femme." 

Out of my mind? I guess I was. It was crazy to suggest such things to this mech that I had barely met. But so what if I'm crazy? All the best people are. I grabbed his shoulders and used a servo to grasp firmly onto his antler.

"Eyyo-!"

 With that, I yanked him down to my level and pulled him into a kiss.

Love me hard and don't be nice, please!

I wrapped my arms around him and put my servos behind his helm to pull him closer to me. He stood there in shock for a moment but soon I felt him wrap his own arms around my waist. He pulled away after a klik. A dangerous gleam in his optics.

"Do yous really wanna do this?"

This time, I didn't think before I spoke, "Yes."

He smirked and grabbed my wrist, pulling me into an alley. He shoved me against the wall and kissed me hard. As bad as it might've looked to someone passing by. It didn't feel wrong at all. As a matter of fact, it felt right.

My systems started to overheat and I felt his servos tighten around me. This caught me off guard and I gasped, only to have Thunderhoof's glossa dominate my mouth. He pressed closer to me, closing the little space we had between us.

I wanna feel your crumbs on my body

He pulled away once more and I was panting. The alcohol in my systems softened my senses so my vision was terribly blurry. But I could make out two things. Burning red optics. A malicious smirk. Thunderhoof's hot breath caressed my neck and soon there was a dull pain. He bit at my biolights and dragged his glossa over the dents.

"You're crazy." He muttered. 

"Says the mech pinning me to the wall." I shot back between pants.

He nipped my neck and chuckled. A deep rumble coming from his engine, "I never said it was a bad thing." He looked at me and smirked, planting a soft kiss on my lips. "I like crazy."

"I like you," I whispered.

I felt his grip loosen and he stared at me in disbelief.

I wanna break you in pieces, bite me

He kissed me again, softly biting my lower lip. I placed a servo on his chest, "I want to go further."

I didn't need to tell him twice. He pried open my codpiece and looked at me again as if to say, "You sure?"

Baby don't be so scared of bitin'

I nodded and closed my optics. I head metal shift and felt something hard against my entrance. He thrust into me in one go and I lost myself in the ecstasy.

"Primus, yes!" I moaned.

He started at a steady pace and soon went faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. He left a trail of kisses on my neck and bit it roughly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hung on for dear life. I moaned loudly into his audios without a care in the world now. I could tell he liked it too, given his low growls and grunts and bites on my neck and shoulders. It felt so so good. I felt a heated pressure build up inside me. It got closer and closer and each push made it even better. He shifted to a new angle and continued once more. I cried out in pure bliss at the length. The touch. The friction. I found myself desperately clawing at his back as the pleasure overwhelmed me. I was so close to the edge and so close to being pushed over it was driving my processor crazy. I cried out even louder as I was finally thrown over and my mind went blank as waves of pleasure washed over me. Thunderhoof bit into my neck so hard it drew energon and he buried himself fully and held himself there. Primus, it felt so good. I was vaguely aware of his body giving slight tremors and a warm substance inside me. I panted softly.

Wanna eat each other into nothing~

"Do it again. Frag, just do it again!" I cried.

He raised an optic ridge but obliged. I bit my lower lip plate as immense pleasure started to slowly built up once more.

This is exactly what I wanted, and I was finally getting it.

He was what I needed.

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I need a Gingerbread man, the one I'll feed. The Gingerbread man, the one I'll eat. One who's always crazy. Never calls me baby. That's the one that I want and all you boys are not him.

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A/N: 3740 words oh my goodness. It's been a while so I don't know if this was exactly good. But I hope you guys liked it. If anyone's still reading this book that is. Welp, 'til next time readers!