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Blurr NSFW Headcanons

Requests: Open

Just some freaky headcanons about our favorite speedster, Blurr. Set in no particular continuity, but based mostly on IDW and Cyberverse.

18+

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View: Blurr has casual sex quite often. He’s a celebrity with an ego, and he's not above fragging groupies just because he can. However, once he forms a genuine interest in someone, interfacing is a lot more special to him. He doesn't want to be used for his fame and body, so he makes any serious partners wait before getting intimate.

Experience: As stated, he’s got lots of experience. Orgies, public, in a hotel room he rented just for sex, etc. He’s done it all. But his experience with serious relationships is minimal and has a bad history, leading to his anxiety kicking in on overdrive when he's with someone he genuinely cares about.

Ideal Partner: Someone who doesn't give a frag about his fame. Someone who probably somehow hadn’t even heard of him before they met. His ideal partner is someone who can keep up with his quick pace and fast-talking, but most importantly someone who doesn’t get annoyed when his anxiety goes haywire and he starts rambling. He needs someone patient to counter his impatience and someone who doesn't view him as just another arrogant racer.

Preferred Role: When he isn't in a relationship and is just being casual, Blurr’s ego is everything. He’s the top, dominant, and uses his spike, not his valve. But when with someone he cares about, Blurr flips. He wants to relax and take a break for a bit. He needs his anxieties to calm down, and the best way to do that is for his partner to pin him down and gently thrust into his unused valve or to gently massage his tired spike.

Kinks:

Multiple partners

Praise

Public

Overstimulation

Favorite Positions:

Doggy Style

The Butterfly

Standing Up (front and back)

Seated Rear-Entry

Cowgirl/Reverse Cowgirl

Modifications/Details:

His spike is literally a vibrator.

So is his valve. Somehow. Anyone who penetrates him is in for a very pleasant surprise.

If his partner is short enough to fit inside his alt-mode, his spike and valve can be accessible from the inside. Meaning that due to his tinted windows, Blurr can fuck or get fucked mid-race.

Boy has STAMINA. He may be quick, but he isn't quick to orgasm. It’s actually really hard for him to orgasm, so he had some extra sensors installed inside of his valve so he’s stimulated that much more.

Appearance:

His spike is average when it comes to girth, but it is longer than average. It is black with blue spotted and striped biolights.

Blurr’s valve is very tight, with blue biolights that glow on the outside when he is aroused. The inside, as stated, has all sorts of sensors that feel quite strange but are most often another turn-on.

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Valveplug Story Requests

Status: Open

Hello there! This Tumblr account exists only for the purpose of writing Valveplug with Transformers characters we all know and want so badly to fuck or be fucked by. So with that straight-forward introduction, let’s get started on requests!

How to Request

Send me a message or comment with the following information!

Characters involved (required)

POV (optional)

Roles (Dominant/Sub/Other) (optional)

Relationship (Conjux/Friends/Strangers/Other) (optional)

Kinks (preferred)

Situation/Setting (optional)

Build-up or jump right into the spicy? Or just innocent fluff without sex? (preferred)

If includes an OC, what is their alt mode, height, faction, personality, etc.? (preferred)

Rules

No sexual assault. I will not glorify and romanticize abuse, trauma, and serious topics.

No human x character. It just makes me uncomfortable, especially with how a human would literally DIE from it unless you involve mass displacement tech.

No nicknames like Mommy, Daddy, Princess, Slave, Pet, etc. Master and Lord or similar nicknames are acceptable.

No boobs. I’m just not into that and feel like it doesn't make any sense with Transformers lore.

No huge age gaps. Pedophilia isn't attractive or hot, it’s messed up.

No Megatron x Starscream. It is an insanely abusive relationship and I will not romanticize that. Make it healthy and you ruin the character dynamic JUST because you want to see these two mortal enemies fuck each other despite the constant mental trauma.

18+ only, no minors.

I will explore serious topics such as abuse, self-harm, and even sexual assault - but SA will not be described in detail and will never be the focus.

Favorite Kinks

Polysexual

Spikewarming/Spikesleeve

BDSM

Breeding/Heat/Rut

Masturbation

Oral

Handjob

Egg Laying

Public

Very casual

Absolute horndog (grinding against everything)

Orgasm denial

Size difference

Overstimulation

Favorite Characters

Ultra Magnus

Hot Rod/Rodimus Prime

Starscream

Soundwave

Sunstreaker

Nightbeat

Blaster

Perceptor

Swindle

Sentinel Prime

Thundercracker

Jazz

Skywarp

Blurr

Knockout

Prowl

Drift/Deadlock

Wheeljack

Astrotrain

Arcee

Elita-1

Chase

Favorite Ships

Blitzwing x OC

Blurr x OC

Brainstorm x Perceptor

Brainstorm x Perceptor x OC

Breakdown x Knockout

Breakdown x Knockout x Starscream

Chase x OC

Drift/Deadlock x Ratchet

Drift/Deadlock x Hot Rod/Rodimus Prime

Drift/Deadlock x OC

Elita-1 x Optimus Prime/Orion Pax

Elita-1 x Optimus Prime/Orion Pax x Megatron/D-16

Heatwave x OC

Hot Rod/Rodimus Prime x Arcee

Hot Rod/Rodimus Prime x Nightbeat

Hot Rod/Rodimus Prime x Soundwave

Hot Rod/Rodimus Prime x OC

Jazz x Blaster

Jazz x Prowl

Jazz x Soundwave

Knockout x Starscream

Megatron x Ultra Magnus

Megatron x Soundwave

Megatron x Soundwave x Shockwave

Nightbeat x OC

Perceptor x OC

Ratchet x Arcee

Ratchet x Wheeljack

Sentinel Prime x Airachnid

Skyfire/Jetfire x Starscream/Ulchtar

Slipstream x Starscream

Soundwave x OC

Starscream x OC

Sunstreaker x OC

Ultra Magnus x OC

The above is of course all optional - just to give ideas! Anyway, I hope you have a wonderful day/night.

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Nightbeat X OC/Reader || Valveplug

Setting: Pre-war

Relationship: Best friends/Amica

Kinks: Heat, Semi-Public Sex, and Egg Laying

Warnings: The end has some hints toward SA

Author's Note: Once again, this is horny as fuck. Y/n needs to lay her eggs, and Nightbeat is helping her out. This was my first time ever writing anything with eggs, so bare with me.

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We were at a club, sitting in a booth and talking over Nightbeat’s latest case. Usually I could keep up with him, but tonight my mind was…elsewhere. The neon-colored lights reflected against my best friend’s face as he rambled. Something about a murder? Jeez, my core throbbed. Since when was Nightbeat so...attractive?

“Y/n?”

I was jolted out of my thoughts, forcing myself to look at Nightbeat’s visor. He was frowning.

"What’s wrong? You keep shifting your weight, changing your sitting position, looking down, and your fans are on a higher setting than makes sense considering the temperature in this booth. I also noticed you’ve been gaining weight. I assumed it was just because you were eating more, but of course there must be a reason you are eating more, and-”

"Nightbeat. I don't need to know every little thing you've noticed about me!” I didn't realize I’d shouted until he was sitting back, frame tense. Okay…so something was wrong. Usually, I didn't mind his far too detailed observations and tangents. So why did I care now? Primus, he’s so hot.

I quickly caught myself before that train of thought could continue. My legs subconsciously pressed together, frag the pressure felt so good���

“…Y/n.”

Scrap. I hadn’t even noticed how I was leaning forward with my optics closed as I bit down on my bottom derma. What was wrong with me? My valve ached. It was almost pure agony. Then something in my core shifted. I looked down. Was that bulge always there?

I jumped in my seat when I felt a servo on my shoulder. I looked over to see Nightbeat. He’d moved from across the table to beside me. Was he- smirking?

“When were you going to tell me?”

I frowned. “Tell you what?”

Nightbeat chuckled, before suddenly he stopped. “Wait- you don't know?”

Now I just stared.

“Y/n, come on. It’s obvious! Besides, wasn’t that what you were doing when you were gone? It lines up perfectly! Only thing I can’t figure out is who you let frag you. You stick to yourself quite a lot, b-”

I smacked my servo over his mouth, “Nightbeat!! What gives? Frag me? I-oh.” Oh. What had I been doing that week I was gone? Something I’m not proud of. Slag, I think I grinded up against and practically humped everything in my apartment. It didn't matter what medications I took, that heat cycle drove me wild. It was practically hell. Everything burned and ached, but I didn't want to relieve myself. I'm not interested in anyone, and I’m not the type of bot to go out and frag anyone just because I’m horny. So I suffered. But usually the medications worked.

As I thought, I slowly looked down to the bulge in my stomach. The pressure against my cervix. Eggs. My body had resisted the medication because I had a batch of eggs that needed to be fertilized. They weren’t. And whether I’d let someone fertilize them or not, they needed to come out. They wanted to right now.

I looked back at Nightbeat in a panic. Of course he figured it out before me. He always did. “They- they aren’t fertilized. But-” I groaned and hunched forward as I felt them press down. When I looked back at Nightbeat, he was looking at me as if I were a delicious snack. Frag it was hot. No- no! We’re friends! And we’re in public! At a club! Then I felt a servo snake over to my lower back…I moaned.

“That’s good news…we don’t need to rush you to somewhere comfortable. These eggs aren’t alive.” Nightbeat leaned in to my audial, listening to me pant like a dog. "You’ve never given birth before. It can be quite difficult without some help.”

Was he suggesting what I think? Oh I hope so…everything sounded so good right now. My mind was slow and numb already. It was practically instinct when I laid down on the table and stuck my aft in the air.

Nightbeat chuckled again. “Nothing to say? These eggs really have their hold on you…you just want to push them out so your walls can stretch and break, don’t you?” His digits trailed over my hip plating as he positioned himself behind me, and all I could do was whimper.

Yes, yes. Whatever he said, yes. The table beneath my chassis thrummed with the bass of the club music, sending vibrations down my frame as my charges sparked at Nightbeat’s touches along my aft.

And then I was suddenly blinded by pain. Or was it pleasure?

Nightbeat’s servo had barely even brushed over my interface plate when my whole body responded. I sat back a bit and cried out as I felt an egg push down and into my inner shaft. My walls stretched as much as they could, tears spilling out of my optics. I tried to push, but the egg wouldn’t budge. Pain nearly blinded me as my walls attempted to stretch far beyond their limits.

Then I heard a gentle voice in my audial. “Patience, my dear. This is a long process. It is supposed to be pure ecstasy, not painful. Just follow the sound of my voice.”

Why was he so knowledgable about this? Well, it is Nightbeat. Who knows what questions he’d had and how he got his answers? Maybe I wanted to know.

I gave a deep, throaty moan as Nightbeat sat me back. He helped me into a squatting position, crouched on the booth seat. This felt right. It felt so…perfect. His servos gliding over my body, gravity pushing my egg down, my optics staring at the booth doors and imagining all those bots grinding against each other as they danced and drank…

“Y/n, optics on me. Okay?” I forced myself to look down at Nightbeat. He smiled softly, his lust from earlier gone as he focused on getting my eggs out. “Open up your interfacing plate.” I did. The soft click was followed by a squirt of fluid. I blushed deeply, staring down at the glowing blue liquid. Primus this booth was going to be a mess.

“Now, I’m going to rub my servos against your valve. The goal is to get you as aroused as possible so that the eggs can better slip through.” Even more aroused? Transmission fluid was dripping down my thighs and onto the cushy seat, far more than I’d ever produced before. I already felt like my mind had been fragged down to nothing. And Nightbeat was telling me it wasn't enough?

Then I felt his servo rubbing my anterial node. My fans kicked on the highest setting as I bit down on my glossa, suppressing a moan. I started to rock my hips against his digits, bouncing up and down with my back pressed against the wall. His digits pinched my puffy folds, before he used both servos to split them apart.

The cool air rushed against my valve, making me shiver. The egg slipped down. This time there wasn't quite so much pain as pleasure. No longer bothering to stay quiet, I moaned - bouncing up and down some more. Now his digits were slipping inside. Two, then three, then four- “Fffrag!” The detective used both his servos to split me open. I counted six digits buried inside - massaging my walls.

My hips rocked involuntarily, my frame bounced up and down on his servos, and my optics rolled back as my glossa hung out of my intake. The egg slipped further down. It was now out of my gestation chamber. “Okay Y/n, it’s time for you to push.”

And push I did. I cried out in pure ecstasy, not caring about those who could undoubtedly hear just outside this booth. I pushed and pushed, as Nightbeat thrusted his digits faster and faster. It was so amazing, I didn't even notice the knot building deep in my core. Next thing I knew, I squatted down and transmission fluid shot out of my valve - along with the egg.

But that wasn’t it. The fluid kept coming, and the pleasure coursed through my entire frame as I slid down into the seat. I moaned and cried and shouted, gripping onto Nightbeat’s shoulders as I had my first orgasm in far too long. Transmission fluid that had been building up for so long, never given a release, finally forced its way out.

Just when I thought it was over, another egg pushed into my valve shaft. That alone sent me over the edge. I yelled out so loud I thought my vocalizer might break- until I was cut off by derma being pressed against mine. Nightbeat was kissing me. I looked at him in confusion, noticing just how much he was blushing as he resumed massaging my valve and folds with his servos - coaxing out the next egg. Was he kissing me to shut me up, arouse me even more, or because he wanted to? Either way, it was working.

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I don't know how long we were there, but the next eggs came much quicker. I can't count how many times I overloaded, but it was at least twice per egg for all eight. When it was all over, I slumped down into the seat and fell into recharge - thoroughly exhausted.

When I woke up, the club was gone. It was replaced by a neat bedroom, the booth replaced by a comfortable berth, and the wall replaced by a cool pillow. I looked over to see Nightbeat. He was asleep on his side, back facing me. I noticed we were both all clean. He must have taken care of…everything. The mess we’d made in the booth, carrying me out, cleaning me up…

My faceplate heated up as I felt pure embarrassment. I'd been like a horny beast in heat, pumping out eggs like my life depended on it. I'd never been like that before. It felt like a dream. Yet the embarrassment was quick to fade, replaced by a warm fuzzy feeling as I watched Nightbeat’s sleeping form.

Last night could have gone so differently. But he was there. And boy I know he was aroused, but he didn't take advantage of my feral state. He didn't bend me over and pump me full of his own transfluid, he didn't abuse my uncontrollable desire to breed.

With a small smile, I scooted over to the blue and yellow mech. I leaned over him and kissed his cheek. He didn't stir, derma parted slightly as he got some much-needed rest. No, I wasn't ready to have sparklings. The next time I had eggs that needed so badly to be fertilized, I would likely put myself through hell again and refuse. But one day, maybe one day, I would want to do this again with eggs to cherish - sparklings sired by none other than Nightbeat.

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Starscream X Jetfire Smut

Warnings:

- Extreme pain from penetration

- Extremely large spike

- Kinky oral stuff

- This one is horny asf you have been warned

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     Starscream was, of course, a Decepticon. Jetfire an Autobot. Yet they still loved each other - from a time before the war. A time they chose to relive every so often, sneaking out of their bases to spend time together.

     By some miracle, Jetfire had been allowed to go on a solo scientific expedition. Starscream, of course, took the time to sneak away, spending time with his lover aboard his ship. For the first time in millennia, they could just lie down and cuddle - zero worries about getting caught.

     Currently, Starscream laid down on top of Jetfire, tracing his armor with a digit. They'd been talking for a few groons, losing track of time. But neither was tired, and neither wanted to leave.

     "...Starscream?"

     The seeker looked up when Jetfire murmured his name, tilting his helm. "Yes?"

     Jetfire looked away nervously, before meeting Starscream's crimson gaze. "Why do you always get so tense when I lay on top of you?"

     The Decepticon commander looked away with a cringe, before forcing out an honest answer. "Megatron. I do something he doesn't like and...you know. Having anyone hover over me just reminds me of his looming form; waiting for the next punch or kick."

     Jetfire frowned...but he understood. It was disappointing though. He always felt so protective of the smaller seeker, even though Starscream was more than capable enough - ruthless enough - to defend himself. He wanted to hold Starscream as close as possible, knowing he was safe.

     Of course, Starscream knew all of this. He also knew that he had zero reason to fear Jetfire. Maybe they could find a way to work past his fear. But- not at this moment. "...Thank you. For being so understanding."

     The scientist just smiled, his optics full of love as they always were. Jetfire gently pulled Starscream up, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck cables. The commander gave a small hum of encouragement, tilting his helm back to grant more access.

     Jetfire was a bit surprised at Starscream's reaction, but it only encouraged him. He continued to trail kisses along Starscream's neck, trailing up to his jawline. The smaller mech gave an excited flutter of his wings, enjoying the light sensations along his sensitive cabling.

     As Jetfire continued to kiss him, Starscream tried and failed to ignore his urges. He and Jetfire hadn't been able to be intimate since before the war - leaving him to find...other ways to take care of his needs. His interface panel throbbed, crying out for some sort of friction. Jetfire gave Starscream a gentle love bite, prompting the seeker to bite his bottom derma and roll his optics back - withholding a moan.

     Jetfire was taken aback, blushing before smiling - continuing the kisses a bit more confidently. But something wasn't right. Not to Starscream. If they were really going to do this - and by Primus, he hoped they did - that meant he was going to be vulnerable with Jetfire. He needed to show the mech that he truly trusted him first.

     Slowly, Starscream pulled back - earning a confused look from the bot beneath him - before gently rolling over. Starscream pulled Jetfire on top of him, tensing ever so slightly - but giving him a reassuring smile.

     "Are- are you sure?" Jetfire stammered.

     Starscream nodded. "Jetfire...I love you. You're such a tall, powerful mech. You could do anything you wanted to me...and I'd be powerless to stop you. And yet you are always so gentle. So kind. Understanding. There is no one I trust more than you. I see no Megatron here. Only you."

     Arms at either side of Starscream's helm, Jetfire gave him a look of awe before leaning down and kissing him on the derma. Starscream moaned into the kiss, wrapping his legs around Jetfire's waist and resting his servos on either shoulder.

     The kiss quickly turned passionate. Hungry. One of Jetfire's servos trailed down to Starscream's thigh, pulling his leg in and giving it a tight squeeze. His glossa licked at Starscream's denta, and he was quick to open his intake and grant access.

     Jetfire's glossa danced around Starscream's intake, as the flashy seeker licked back with a smirk. The scientist used his free servo to grab Starscream's wrists, pulling them up above his helm. Starscream gasped, nothing but pent-up pleasure on his processor. There was no fear, only the desire to be filled.

     The servo on his thigh tightened in a strong but gentle grip, causing Starscream to involuntarily rock his hips. The movement prompted Jetfire to pull back, earning a whine of protest. But instead of going back to making out, Jetfire kissed Starscream's chassis - leaving gentle love bites and licking at them after.

     Starscream bit down on his glossa, shutting his optics tightly and whimpering. But he fought to hold still, feeling embarrassed by his urge to grind against his lover. But to his surprise, Jetfire moved his servos down to Starscream's hips - moving them slightly in a rocking motion. "Don't hold back, my shooting star. Enjoy yourself."

     With that, Starscream barely waited a nanoklik before grinding his crotch plate up against Jetfire's chassis and abdomen as the Autobot kissed his frame. He placed both servos on the back of Jetfire's helm, grinding even harder as if they were already fragging.

     Some sort of primal urge took over the Decepticon commander as he tightened his grip around Jetfire and flipped them around. It wasn't a fear or comfort thing, but Starscream's cruel and arrogant side that motivated him.

     Jetfire was about to say something when Starscream turned around, rubbing his aft against Jetfire's upper chassis. He was giving Jetfire a show; a show he wasn't about to stop. The scientist gently grabbed Starscream's hips, causing him to yelp in surprise as he was pulled up to sit on Jetfire's faceplate.

     Starscream released a loud moan when Jetfire started licking at his interface plate, servos gripping onto Jetfire's thighs. Primus, it felt good, and he hadn't even revealed his valve yet. Yet as Starscream realized what they were doing, he blushed and opened up his panel.

     The Decepticon second in command was currently sitting on an Autobot scientist's faceplate, grinding against him like a horny dog, and moaning to the stars, yet nothing had even slipped inside of him yet.

     It wasn't long before Jetfire licked and nipped at his dripping entrance, licking up the juices with a tender glossa. Starscream gave a deep, throaty moan, leaning backward and gripping even harder onto Jetfire when the scientist's tongue went inside. One of his servos reached up to Starscream's other panel, only needing to rub once before his throbbing spike shot out.

Jetfire stroked Starscream's spike with one servo, while his other servo and his mouth worked at his entrance. All Starscream felt was pleasure. He started to feel overstimulated, not having interfaced with anyone in quite literally a few hundred stellar cycles. And after so long of nothing, both his valve and spike were receiving attention.

The smaller seeker tensed and groaned, putting on quite the display for the mech beneath him. Jetfire slowly pulled back, leaning to the side to look over at Starscream. The commander was biting his derma, fists clenched as he tried to hold back a whine. "Why did you stop?"

Jetfire chuckled softly, "You're so tight and wet. I can pleasure you more if we shift around again..."

His optics were kind and earnest, asking Starscream if it was okay. After receiving a nod, Jetfire turned them around again. Starscream twisted so he and Jetfire were fully face-to-face. They kissed on the derma briefly, the lingering taste of his own juices now on Starscream's glossa, before Jetfire revealed his hardened spike.

     Starscream's optics widened at the sight. Jetfire was 50 feet tall, Starscream just over 30. The scientist was 20 feet taller than him and had a massive spike to match. He wondered if it would even fit, especially after so long.

     All that did was turn him on even more.

     Wrapping his legs around Jetfire again, Starscream began to rub his valve and spike against Jetfire's, growling under his breath with desire. "Oh, Jetfire- just frag me already!"

     The large jet chuckled, "Patience, my star. But I...do have one request." Jetfire involuntarily bucked his hips, spike twitching in anticipation. "It's- been so long-"

     Starscream used one servo to grab Jetfire's chin, pulling him down to optic level. "Don't hold back. I want you to make me scream."

     Those words set Jetfire off. He flipped Starscream around, pressing his spike up against the commander's aft. Starscream gasped in surprise, finding a comfortable position before spreading his legs apart. He was completely vulnerable in this position: legs wide open, aft in the air, valve dripping and exposed, and his spike hanging between his legs.

     Jetfire took a moment to position his spike at Starscream's entrance, giving the commander an astrosecond to process what was about to happen. His only foreplay had been the kissing and oral. This was going to hurt.

     He harshly pushed his spike into Starscream, earning a low, primal moan of pain and pleasure. He bit down on his glossa as his valve was stretched to its limit, tears forming in his optics. The pleasure of being stimulated was overrun by extreme pain.

The seeker gripped onto the berth with a short sob, seriously debating on asking Jetfire to stop. But the white mech didn't move or push in any further, leaning forward and pressing loving kisses to Starscream's wings and neck, murmuring soothing words of encouragement into his audial.

Starscream craned his neck around to try and see, but he couldn't. "How- how far in are you?"

"About half."

His whole faceplate heated up. Only half? Starscream slowly started moving his hips in a circle, trying to get used to Jetfire's size. Then it hit him: Jetfire's spike would reach his tanks if they managed to get it all the way in. That deep? Primus, would it cause harm? What if he got sparked? They weren't conjuxes, but who knew what could happen at that depth?

However, Starscream's anxieties slowly faded as the pleasure started to return. Seeing how Starscream's frame had relaxed again, Jetfire moved his hips around before pushing deeper.

The pain was quick to return, nearly blinding his vision. Jetfire's spike was stretching his walls to their absolute limit, no matter how wet and horny he was.

Jetfire hummed, keeping his spike 3/4s of the way inside Starscream as he reached a servo around and grabbed the commander's spike. The mech gasped in surprise, wincing in pain at the sudden movement. But he was quick to calm down again as Jetfire groped his member, once again becoming a moaning mess.

The stimulation only made his valve tighter, gripping around Jetfire's massive spike even more than it was before. That seemed to ruin Jetfire's patience.

     The mech pulled back before shoving himself into Starscream, earning a loud scream of pain and pleasure. Jetfire let go of the commander's spike, gripping onto his hips for better control.

     Starscream threw his helm back: biting his bottom derma, optics rolling back. Jetfire was pounding into him with such force that his whole frame shook. There was one thing for sure: he wouldn't be walking any time soon.

Jetfire's massive spike continued to thrust into him at an unrelenting pace, driven no longer by love and trust, but by the overwhelming urge to interface and reach a climax. However, Starscream could tell that he wasn't going all the way in. No where close in fact.

He was about to say something when Jetfire found his G-spot. Starscream collapsed forward involuntarily, his frame tensing and his insides knotting up. But Jetfire kept a firm grip on his hips, holding his aft up in the air and continuing to thrust into Starscream's sensitive spot.

Starscream's gut continued to knot and tense, building and building. They were both in so much pleasure, that neither noticed the bleeding energon spilling out of Starscream's valve. Jetfire had split open his walls, and he wasn't finished.

His G-spot was practically being attacked. Starscream's vision blurred as he hit his climax, crying and moaning as if he wanted the whole world to hear. The seeker's orgasm continued and continued, wracking his frame with wave after wave. He thought it would never stop, the orgasm tiring him out more than anything else so far.

Starscream was so overstimulated, that he didn't even realize Jetfire was still hungrily pounding into him. Then it hit him. The tip of the scientist's spike had forced its way through an opening and up into his tanks. For the first time, he could feel Jetfire's hips pounding into his aft as his insides were completely violated.

Once again, there was only pain. Tears spilled from Starscream's optics. He gripped onto the berth and arched his back, shouting Jetfire's name to the stars. "OH JETFIRE!"

The scientist immediately stopped, his spike lodged as deep as it could go. "Y-yes, Star-Starscream?"

The tears streamed down his faceplate and onto the berth. But as the seeker's climax ended, his strength slowly returned. Starscream pushed himself up on shaky forearms, steadying himself and finding a steady position. He went to grab a pillow to muffle his screams but remembered that Jetfire was the only one who could hear.

Starscream gave Jetfire a shaky nod and thumbs up. He didn't hesitate. Jetfire pulled back and shoved into him. Starscream screamed and yelled, but the pleasure was returning. The pain quickly turned into pure ecstasy, as the ruthless commander willingly allowed someone else full control over his body.

     Jetfire's spike throbbed and twitched against Starscream's stretched and broken walls, eager for a climax. Already Starscream felt his own start to build again, a knot building in his gut. Well, Jetfire's long spike was quick to reach said knot - forcing Starscream into yet another overload.

     He cried out in joy, arching his back and tensing his wings. Jetfire only pounded harder, his lover's ecstasy drawing him closer and closer to finally cumming. Starscream's body shook and trembled, only heating up more once he felt Jetfire's spike pulse - releasing his fluids as the scientist groaned out.

     The liquid shot into Starscream's tanks, filling him to the point it dripped past Jetfire's still-embedded spike and down the commander's inner thighs. His climax didn't stop as Jetfire tried to push himself even further in, not wanting any of the precious liquid to fall out of Starscream.

     Feeling and hearing Jetfire's climax threw him over the edge again, leading to Starscream's third orgasm. He screamed out to the stars as Jetfire moaned, grip tight as he made sure the two stayed connected.

     The two mech's frames shook and pulsed through their long-lasting climaxes. Starscream's processor was completely empty; full of nothing but pure ecstasy. The pleasure just kept pulsing through his entire frame, so intense it almost hurt.

     Finally, after what seemed like forever, the two mechs calmed down and Jetfire pulled out. Starscream slowly turned to lay on his back, as Jetfire rolled off of him and laid beside him. Exhausted hit him like a bus, optics already starting to droop.

     But before he fell into recharge, Jetfire spoke.

     "When...when do you have to be back to the Decepticon base?"

     "Two orbital cycles."

     "...We should do this again."

     "Until I have to go back."

     "...Yes please."

     And with that, they fell asleep.

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OUTDATED/CLOSED

Valveplug Story Requests

Rules

1. No SA

2. No child x adult

3. That’s it for now, any issues that arise will cause for rules to be added. Just use common sense, y’know?

Types

Just some types of smut you might see...

1. Poly

2. Extreme dom/sub

3. BDSM

4. Breeding/Heat/Etc.

5. Humiliation

6. Masturbation

7. Oral

8. Masochism/Sadism

How to Request

The more info the better! Just comment somewhere or message me with what you want, whether it's cc x cc, cc x oc (ocs will always be substituted with 'y/n' for 'your character's name), etc.

Who is in what position, what's the context, etc.? If you are asking for an OC, how tall is your OC and what is their alt mode? Is it prewar, midwar, etc.? What's the continuity?

So to keep it short let's just end it at that, feel free to ask any questions and send any requests!

I will not guarantee any, mostly due to what characters I am and am not interested in.