#Dom Rodimus

[onlyyvette]

TF Titty Headcanons Pt. 1

❏* — warnings — sub/bottom characters(autobots) + dom/top reader + robo titties(duh) + nipple piercings + lactation + breastfeeding kink + rough sex + degradation + praise + breeding kink + heat cycles + i love giving them sappy nicknames + prowl needs his own warning

❏* — a/n — if I have to be plagued with horny thoughts then you guys will suffer too

also, I'm willing to take more requests on which characters(especially decepticons) I should do for part 2 ^-^

➾ AUTOBOTS

✦ Optimus - As the leader of the autobots and one of the last living Primes, it shouldn't come as any surprise that Optimus is well-endowed. His tits are large and bouncy— they defy gravity in every sexy way possible. The Prime's chest is a white-ish color, plush and pillowy, a perfect to touch and perfect to cuddle. Before becoming a Prime, his boobs were already big but now, they produce mineral-rich energon. He sometimes finds himself upgrading his chassis armor because his tits often press up on his windshields, sometimes popping his chassis armor. On rare occasions, he might even be lactating— It's very distracting, and he always gives embarrassed yet wholehearted apologies whenever his fellow autobots are met(blessed) with the sight. It might even happen that one of the decepticons he meets on the battlefield start tripping over themselves as they gawk at his chest. Optimus lets out low, silky moans whenever his tits are fondled, his audials twitching with sensitivity. He's very open about his tits. He has no problem with his berth partners wanting to grope them, even suckle on them. If his partner wanted to, he would absolutely let them lay him out on his spinal strut just to fondle and suck on his nozzles, drawing out any energon they can find. It's a bit embarrassing for Optimus to admit, but it's not too hard for him to overload just from having his refineries played with. All Optimus needs is the feeling of having servos grabbing his plush chest and constantly rubbing his nozzles, maybe even his partner clamping their dentae down hard on his nozzle for him to let out undignified sounds and squirting all over himself. As much as Optimus enjoys having warm servos massage his tits with care, his moans go up a pitch when his tits are bruised and left with marks from sharp dentae. Whether his partner apologizes for their rough treatment or not, they definitely knew that the Prime got a little wetter from it.

✦ Ratchet - Ratchet has huge tits and I will die on that hill. No doubt about it. Ratty's tits are a dark gray, matching his faceplate. They're big and hefty, hard for a mech of even his size to cup them fully into their hands. While he would rather die than admit it, he definitely loves to have his tits played with. As a medic, Ratty's boobs produce much more energon than your regular cybertronian, which causes him to need to milk them often. Whenever he starts producing extra energon, it's always a pain to deal with because it leaves his poor tits swollen, nearly pressing up against his windshield, and so sensitive when he ends up leaking energon. It's so hard for him to milk his tits on his own so whenever he's at his most frustrated and sensitive state, he has to begrudgingly go to another trusted mech for help. Even though he insists on it being strictly professional, his cute whimpers and the dark blush on his face always betrays his neediness. During the war, Ratty was definitely known for not only being the best medic Cybertron has seen, but the medic with tits that make the sweetest tasting energon. Whenever he's treating his patients, almost all of them ask if he could provide some energon for them with his generous breasts. Even though they try their best to be subtle about it(except for the most shameless mechs), Ratchet always knows their reasons, but he'll still provide it anyway because it's in his nature to help others. He just has to make sure not to get release his panel and reveal his already drooling valve during the feeding, which is going to be really tough for him.

✦ Drift/Deadlock - Drift's tits aren't the biggest but not the smallest(definitely bigger than Rodimus' though) , but there's still nothing about them that you can't love. His protoform there is a darker color just like his faceplate, and sometimes flushes a cute pinkish color. Drifty has very sensitive tits and will let out a little squeal if they're groped too roughly. He's not too keen on showing his chest to anybot, especially when he still went by Deadlock, due to his more private nature. But when he has a partner to show them off, they are one lucky mech. Whenever someone is mindful with how they treat Drifty's tits, massaging them softly, rubbing their digits over his nozzles with practiced care, he absolutely melts in pleasure. He lets out small eeks of pleasure while his finials twitch in response to the stimulation, his frame shivering like a turbo-rabbit . His whines and slight pouts are so attractive whenever his tits are played with. Drifty tries so hard to seem like he's unaffected but it's so hard for him to do when both his faceplate and his tits are both flushed pink with energon. When he was known as Deadlock, even in bed, he would be known for being feisty and a little too eager to bite. But the moment servos are on his tits and slowly groping them, he gives up all resistance and tries his best to stop the little moans threatening to come out from his vocalizer. He'll still have a look that screams "make fun of me about this and the last thing you'll see will be my gun" but it'll be softened by his half-shuttered optics and and his breathy whines tumbling from his intake.

✦ Rodimus - definitely has small tits. And he is proud of them!!! He loves to show off his tits to his partners in berth and has possibly opened up his chestplate to show them off to any crewmates that flatter him enough more than once, maybe even let them cop a feel. His boobs are a white color similar to his faceplate. He has very perky nozzles and he will whimper when they're tugged on. Even though his tits are smaller than the average cybertronian's, they're still just so adorable, especially with the way his nozzles slightly flush blue when he's aroused. Roddy knows that people are into his tits and he uses it to his advantage. Whenever Magnus is boring him to death with reports on ship maintenance or whatever, he shoves the datapad or anything that Magnus is holding in his servos, brings the huge mech's helm down to his level, and pushes his tits into Magnus' face with a cute little "ta-da!". There isn't much to push into the big mech's face but nonetheless, it's effective. He would giggle a bit and ask Mags if he liked his tits and Rodimus is left with a short-circuiting Ultra Magnus to explain to everyone. He's tried that move on Megatron too, but it's sadly not as effective on him, though the ex-warlord definitely does enjoy the view.

✦ Prowl - This praxian definitely has huge tits-- that's what his bumper is for. Now his bumper is great and Prowl definitely carries it with pride, but his titties are the real star of the show. His protoform are a dark gray compared to his faceplate. Unlike most mechs, Prowler has custom nozzle piercings: a pair of gold piercings(they cost him a mean amount of credits) and a pair of silver hoops. He switches between pairs each day. They're so big that he sometimes has a bit of trouble transforming his bumper over them. He loves to tug on them while he fingers himself silly because the pain is so delicious that even a few tugs can get his pathetic spike overloading and his messy valve squirting. While Prowler berths very few partners, he loves to get his tits fucked by a spike big enough to reach past his cleavage and into his open mouth. Whenever his partner tugs on his nozzle piercings while fucking his tits and hisses out some degrading words, Prowl's vocalizer lets out a whoreish squeal-- he probably overloaded right then and there. Prowl for sure loves his titties. He may not be on Starscream's level of narcissism(no one can reach his level), but he sometimes like to check himself out in a mirror or camera to admire his busty chest, groping himself and gently tugging on his piercings as he begins to pant and his fans click on. It's at times like this that he often dreams about being subjected to obscenely kinky scenarios: his tits being bitten down on harshly as he's forced to continue riding his partner's monstrous length, his partner hooking up pumps to his nozzles to activate his energon lactation and leave him hooked up with multiple vibrators stuffed up his valve and aft and left overloading silly for hours, or being left in a dirty alley during his heat cycle, all his panels open while he drips energon from his tits and his pussy leaks lubricant all over the ground as he's left in a spike-hungry state, just about willing to let anyone fuck him as long as they'll ruin his pussy and fill his gestation tank with transfluid.

[robot-vomit]

Everyone loooooves to portray Rodimus as this bratty needy submissive-bottom. Well I'm sick of it. Rodimus only looks like a sub-bottom because the people around him have such impossible-to-match dominant energy. Rodimus would be the best damn dom on the whole Lost Light.

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Stress Release | IDW Rodimus x f!robot reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 1100+

Warnings: Smut ( desk and rough interfacing ), dom reader, sub Rodimus, control play, mummy kink and licking. NSFW 18+.

Notes: This went completely different to what I had planned from the start but I'm honestly very happy how it turned out. First attempt in writing Hot Rod/Rodimus. I love that flame boy! Also taking notice I've been managing to keep my requests within 1k, for now at least. Enjoy this hot stuff. 🥰

☕ Coffee

"Desk. Now."

Rodimus had barged into your office so suddenly, barking the order so bluntly that it made you snort a giggle. He's horny. Your conjunx is always damn horny in the weirdest of times, you find it quite adorable.

"Why?" You choose to tease as you keep your focus on the data pad in your servos, pretending you didn't notice what the fuss was all about.

"You're kidding, right?" His wounded expression almost makes you cave, but not quite. "Look at me! I'm all heated up and it's bothering me. I need to frag, like right now. Magnus has been up my aft all day!" You have to cover your mouth to stop yourself from bursting out laughing from his poor choice of words. "Not like that! Come on! Just a quick frag, that's all I need."

"Is fragging all I'm good for?" You set the data pad aside and lean back in your chair, leg crossing over the other on top of your thigh as you gave a lingering intense stare at him.

His shoulders slump down, defeated and letting out a heavy vent. "N-no, no, of course not, you're so much more than that. Please I just....please?" You could hear him beg all day.

Standing up you slowly make your way around the table and sit on top of it. Rodimus smiles like a giddy sparkling and skips over to you, though you stop him with the end of your pede, sly smile on your face.

"Easy now cowboy. Mama would like an apology."

"For what? What did I do?"

"You were very rude just then, demanding me to get on the desk like a spoilt brat. Mama doesn't like it when you get all bossy." Your voice was like silk, smooth and tender, yet also very controlling that latches onto him in a vise grip. Rodimus knows what you're doing.

"Really? We're doing this now? Thought that game was only for inside our quarters."

"What's wrong? Afraid for anyone to see just how you fall apart under your mama? Besides, you love it, me being bossy. You can't help yourself."

Gently you rub his heated panel with your pede, earning a startled whimper from him, causing you to smirk softly from his falling apart reaction just by a simple rub. The guy had zero self control over himself sometimes.

When he doesn't say anything, you add on. "Now, are you going to behave?" Though you do enjoy him playing the spoilt brat, you were pretty eager for a good hard frag as well. You just need to teach him some manners first.

"Yes...mama." Rodimus meets your gaze, optics fuzzy and cheek plating heated with a pink hue, giving him such a soft cuteness.

"Good boy."

Moving your pede you move it up against his chassis and rest it in a good flexible position under his chin. One thing he loves about you is just how well you can flex and bend yourself.

"Lick. Apologise to your mama."

Rodimus always wants to please you, and he never fails. Leaning down, he drags his warm glossa against your pede, kissing and licking the area at your command, sliding his glossa over your wheel and making it swivel a little. You smile, giddy with pride, loving the sight of him wanting to keep you happy.

"I'm sorry, mama." He whispers, soft baby blue optics moving up to look at you in the most innocent and cutest way.

"You're forgiven, darling." You move your pede off and sit back down, thighs parted with panel cover retracted and revealing your already soaking valve. "Now, you're after some stress release?"

"Yes, please." He vented heavily, the sight of you almost makes him overload right there standing. "Please mama, I'm begging you."

"Since you asked so nicely." You purr out in delight before taking hold of his waist with both your pedes, tugging him closer against you and grinding yourself against his hot covering. "Come on big boy, fill your mama. Don't hold back."

His broad, goofy smile is something you'll always lust after. You watch as his panel retracts and his throbbing spike bobs out, intensely hot and screaming for action. He doesn't hold back and spreads your thighs even wider, pressing himself against you as you keep yourself on the desk, right before he bluntly thrusts his thick length into your waiting and eager valve.

The desk shakes as he impales you firmly without holding back, just as you commanded. There's no pause and he sets a rough pace, thrusting his cable into you through an intense rut that is boiling through him.

Tightening your thighs, you hold on while letting out rowdy moans that fill the room, mixing in with his rigid grunts and hitched vents. You feel every bumpy ridge running across your channel, pulsing wildly like a rapid fire, sending bursts and sparks up through your entire frame.

"So good! Roddy, oh frag!"

"Oh mama, fragging good mama!"

In the room, you both always got creative, to keep things spicy between you both and the thrill to keep on rolling. You loved him, so much. He deserved the best and you're happy to provide that however possible.

His servos hold firmly at your waist as he drags you back against him with each thrust delivered, your flooding lubricants pooling against the rocking desk and dripping down onto the floor between his thrusts, fragging you thoroughly, and grinding his pelvic plating against your sensitive node.

He buries his face against your neck, dentas nibbling against your neck cables and holding you close as you embrace his roaring heat, thighs clenching tightly as your valve does too, sucking him whole.

Rodimus has been fighting with himself and holding back for as long as possible, until he simply couldn't control it anymore.

"Mama...mama!" He chants, hips rutting firmly against you before overloading, his thrusts still present to make sure you overload yourself, which proved to be easier as you don't keep yourself lingering behind and let out a thundering mewl and clinging onto him.

Your overoad bursts out heavily, your hips still grinding against him as you ride it out as you both let your cooling fans kick in and vent through the intense frag you just had.

His spike remains inside, twitching madly, making you whimper through your desire and reach your servo up to caress his cheek plating. "You're so big Roddy, filling mama so much with your fluids. I think you'll spark me for sure this time."

The talk about sparklings has happened, but with different wars happening, it wasn't the best time to raise one. Though that doesn't slow either of you down from fragging. Anything could happen.

"Oh darling, I fragging love you so much!" Rodimus praises his worshipping over you before taking your face under his servos and kissing you passionately, devouring your lips and coiling his glossa with your own with an intense greed.

Moving away together you let out a silky giggle and nuzzle your face into his neck, embracing the hot mech you call your conjunx endura as you feel his spike nest comfortably inside you.

"I love you too, Roddy, my handosme hot flame."

[cozzzynook]

Soundrod headcanons challenge

Who says I love you first?

Who makes their energon?

Who is the early bird/who is the night owl?

Who is the big spoon/Who is the little spoon?

Who loves to cuddle?

Who hogs the blanket?

Who wakes the other one up with kisses?

Who usually has nightmares?

Who likes sweets?

Who likes horror movies/who likes romance movies?

Who is small/who is tall?

Who is considered the scaredy cat?

Who is the most affectionate?

Nicknames?

Who is most likely to carry the other?

Who asks for oney/Who has money?

Who proposes?

Who is top/Who is bottom?

Who is most ticklish?

Who brings an animal they found home?

Who wants to stay in bed just a bit longer?

Who cooks best?

Who needs for reassurance?

Who comms inappropriate things to the other during inappropriate times?

Who cries during certain films?

Who tells their friends/family about the relationship first?

Answer the questions and send this to someone else if you want.

1. Its said during a moment of passion when they think they’re both about to be offlined in a deadly explosion that will take everything out for miles surrounding it. They look into each others optics and say if together. They survive, but they wanted the other to know what they have is real.

2. Soundwave makes energon in the morning while Rodimus makes energon at night. Soundwave gets his peace and quiet and Roddy entertains the cassettes while cooking and giving Soundwave a moment to himself.

3. Roddy is an afternoon person while Soundwave is a night owl/before people wake up morning person. The moment he makes contact with people outside his home he’s angry and needs caffeine energon.

4. Soundwave is little spoon because he likes to rest his head on Roddy’s thick thighs and its painful for someone to be on Rodimus’s spoiler.

5. They both love it. Soundwave likes rodimus warm touch and Rodimus needs to feel Soundwave/hear his spark beating.

6. Since Rodimus has a fire outlier Soundwave cuddles up to him instead of the blanket since Rodimus is warmer.

7. Rodimus.

8. They both do. Soundwave silently sobs and Rodimus hugs him. Rodimus sprays out fire when he has a nightmare.

9. Soundwave actually has a sweet tooth and Rodimus likes spicy or sour fuel.

10. Soundwave is not affected by horror movies and the jump scares get Rodimus sometimes but Rodimus loves romantic movies while Soundwave tolerates them.

11. Soundwave is tall and Rodimus is tall when he becomes a prime.

12. Rodimus.

13. Soundwave is in private affectionate and believe it or not so is Rodimus. He’ll be close and talk a lot in public but he saves romance for at home.

14. Soundwave uses Roddy’s name and Rodimus calls him by his name too. In private Rodimus says babe and Soundwave says my love.

15. Rodimus likes picking Soundwave up.

16. Soundwave has money and Roddy has full access to the account.

17. Soundwave. He proposes first and Rodimus reveals his plan but he kept getting too nervous to do it.

18. I know a lot of people like them switching, i personally like rodimus subbing & soundwave dominating. Rodimus would vavle dom 100%.

19. Soundwave. He will offline someone for trying and Rodimus will look so judgmental at someone touching him because he does not like to be touched.

20. Both.

21. Soundwave does not like getting out of berth. He likes the morning quiet but he hates leavimg the berth. It was a rule on the nemesis to not bother soundwave before he left his habsuite unless an emergency. Everyone followed that rule. Everyone.

22. Rodimus is amazing at making spicy and home made fuel while Soundwavs is amazing at baking.

23. Rodimus. He’s afraid of being forgotten and that soundwave will eventually realize he can do better & leave him.

24. 100% Rodimus sexually, legitimate wrong timing on Soundwaves part because he didn’t know Rodimus was on a mission and Rodimus forgot to tell him.

25. Soundwave will cry but deny it and Rodimus hides his face the entire time because he doesn’t like crying.

26. They let it come out naturally after the war is long over. They’ve been conjunx for over a million years, conjunxed a bit before the war started and have been conjunx since. Their friends find out when they catch the two shopping together.

[transingthoseformers]

Wait Minimus is Mini Mini. He is visiting Dominus secretly at Dominus's request and Kaon is like "baby??????".

Minimus, unlike Dominus, does know shame and is considerably more protective of his dignity, so Dominus owes him so much for enduring the cooing of Kaon insisting on taking him for a "check up" to the nearest medic, Velocity, who is a colonist and therefor palatable. Rodimus gets Minimus's SOS and gleefully lies to Kaon that Minimus is his pet turbofox, Mimsy, and he generally is kept in his room given his small size. Kaon is understanding as he'd had to kennel the Pet sometimes in certain meetings when he thought another Decepticon might try and start something.

He calls Minimus darling and says they are very high energy pets and offers to let him have playdates with the Pet so he can socialize since he's sure Mimsy would appreciate it. Rodimus who is taking full advantage of the rare treat of holding turbofox minimus just nodding cool as a cucumber and says he'll talk to him later.

Kaon: a tolerable autobot! And a friend for the Pet!

Rodimus: this is the greatest day of my life

Minimus awkwardly thanks Rodimus for the cover-up and not being particularly clingy or "odd" about his alternate form and reluctantly starts appearing to help with the cover-up only trusting Megatron or Rodimus to hold him. Rodimus takes the duty very seriously, and Megatron is painfully respectful.

Kaon takes a very, very long time to find out the truth.

Just imagine Prowl appearing seeing Kaon and Dom and going

Prowl: ah, dominus ambus i see your assignment went well

YES

TINY

lITTLE MINIMUS, MINI MINS

Kaon is confused but here for it

Dominus owes him so much for this

Mfjfhjdjdgjdgifh "Mimsy" yes. Mnb yes. Rodimus, W. L Minimus poor Minimus

Also makes sense Kaon would sympathize

"Play dates" yes. Yes. Let the brothers commune together.

Rodimus is having such a fucking time and he's so smug, Minimus will get his revenge and it'll be spectacular. But, on the flipside, Rodimus isn't being a dick about his altmode and is helping Dominus keep his cover.

Awww on him only trusting Rodimus and Megs on this, and Megatron prioritizing his comfort to a severe degree.

YES PROWL HOW DID YOU GET HERE, YES

Prowl, you amazing dick.

[decepticononline]

MTMTE! Megatron x Femme Reader

Warnings: toxic, not a healthy relationship at all, Dom/Sub, hate sex, pet play, choking, spanking, vaginal sex, war crimes, sexual intimidation, the autobot symbol on his chest hasn't changed shit.

Summary: The reader has an unhealthy obsession with Megsy

Requested by: Too many people to tag.

You were a therapist on the Lost Light, but you definitely weren't an ambassador. It wasn't your job to make sure the Decepticons aboard feel welcome, nonetheless Megatron. If you could press a tiny red button and kill every Decepticon while simultaneously taking your own life you would do it. That's how much you hated them. You are far too young to even fight in the war but you still felt the woes and damage of it.

Every con on the ship should be thankful that you weren't a mech because you'd strip the very metal attached to their structures off, and no-one would be able to stop you or contain your rage. You'd save Megatron for last honestly just to kill him off even slower than the rest to make sure he felt it.

So it did nothing but piss you off when Ultra Magnus suggested that Ex-Lord Megatron's therapy sessions were being switched from Rung and over to you. You spent at least three earth hours cycling through all the information you had on him within your datapads and compiling it. All his war crimes, rapes, murders, and any other violent transgressions he committed or incited against Cybertron and its population.

Many of your testimonials and excerpts were interviews with victims or just plain confessions from the mech himself. The things he confessed to having taken part in or witnessed never failed to make you feel like you needed to purge your tank. When you finished putting everything together you forwarded all your data to Rung, Ultra Magnus, and Rodimus Prime and told all three that you were uncomfortable you even threatened to resign and revoke your status from the ship.

The only mech that paid you any mind about this was Rung. After having a conversation with him through the comms he expressed to you that he didn't believe it was sane for them to assign a femme therapist to Megatron. As concerned and upset about this situation as he was he made sure to break it to you that there was nothing he could do especially since Megatron's sessions would begin the very next cycle.

You ended up waking up from stasis that next cycle and you decided you were going to brace it helm-on. You were going to perform your duties and show everyone else that you weren't afraid of him. While you weren't scared you just hated the very sin of his protoform and wished you could push your sharp digits directly into his red optics and penetrate them. There was no way you were going to lie and act as if you've never fantasized about murdering him before, not after everything he's done, and no one can blame you for that either.

Your first session with the mech drained you horribly of your own sanity, the mind games he played with you made you feel like your processors were spiraling. Rung had warned you about this, but even then nothing could prepare you for the actual games themselves.

Megatron had sat before you explained to you that he was focused on rehabilitating himself and looking to repent, while he said that you could see in his optics that clearly wasn't true but you still had to type it down into your datapad. Everyone else on the ship had seen a new reformed version of the ex-warlord but only you and Rung could spot the differences that screamed that this was all a facade. This was still the same Megatron that murdered thousands when he sieged Iacon, his faction changed but not his processors.

Just from sitting down with him in a sectioned off habsuite where you usually did your sessions made you feel uneasy. There were monitors processing a recording of his therapy session but that didn't make you feel any better at all. With every question he answered the more you just began to have the graphic images of the atrocities of his crimes play within your processors.

"There's nothing I want more at the moment than to feel like I'm forgiven by everyone."

You felt yourself glitch when he said that. His mannerisms already expressed to you that he could care less about forgiveness. If you had to make a hypothesis your idea would be he's bored and tired of fighting on the opposition. He's getting old and he can't keep doing this, he's probably decided that it just isn't fun anymore since Optimus Prime has been MIA.

When the session concluded it felt like you could actually vent clearly again. He gave you a farewell and leaned down and brought your servo to his dermas for a kiss of his gratitude for helping him on the road to becoming a better version of himself. The fact he felt like he could just do that without permission infuriated you and he gave you a fanged smile as if he knew he struck a nerve wire with that gesture.

The next five sessions he spent trying to reel you in and make you feel comfortable around him. He asked you questions about what you did when you weren't giving therapy sessions or what you would like to do when Cybertron was rebuilt. You answered every question of his with incredibly vague responses. He seemed to think it was funny that you didn't like to reveal much information about yourself.

"I don't believe it's all that fair if you know every little thing about me but I just can't take a peek in on what you're thinking in that pretty little helm of yours, am I right?"

Of course he's right, he's always right. You opened up that you'd never met your actual creator or sire due to them being offline while fighting against a 'con led attack on an Autobot safe haven. He immediately apologized about the damages and asked you if you'd like to talk about it and you declined. Why should you have to lift his ego up and remind him of the things he's done? So he can go to his quarters and overload to it? No, you're not giving any ego strokes to anyone this cycle.

The next sessions after that he spent time breaking you down even further. The tenth session was the one you had to miss due to spending the entire day cycle in your quarters going over your data archives about him. That's when you both knew that he was winning this game and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it.

You showed up to the next session functioning only on a few klicks of stasis and it was showing. He told you that your optics were dimmer than the beautiful blue hue they always were and asked if you were recharging well at night. You politely informed him that you were, considering the antics going on aboard the ship but you both knew that was a lie.

He asked for the session to be concluded early as he had a meeting with Ultra Magnus and Rodimus about what they were going to do with a few rogue decepticon prisoners they recently found at an autobot owned arsenal on the last planet they docked at. Knowing that today's session was ending early gave you the motivation you needed to deal with his mind games until the time was up.

That night you got a comm message from Rodimus explaining that both Decepticon prisoners became violent and unruly upon seeing Megatron and the mech ended up executing both of them. It wasn't like you to hate a blessing in disguise as that's two less cons around but their ex-leader still walked the halls of the ship unsupervised.

If there was anything you could do to prevent the situation you were in now you would have done it a long time ago, you could've; turned in your e-license, terminated your Lost Light ID Chip, and just escaped off to the next planet, just anything to avoid it getting to this point. After your twentieth session with Megatron, he had officially won this game you two were playing. You started to smile at him when he would give you compliments, even laugh at some of his jokes. You even spent time with him outside of sessions amongst the ship to the dismay of everyone else.

You had a polite conversation with him at the energon dispenser in the lounge room in front of the other crew members and they all looked in awe and shock. Rung had pulled you to the side later that day  cycle to ask if everything was alright and you simply smiled widely and told him that Megatron's therapy sessions were going great. The mech looked at you with concern but decided not to question you any further.

After all that, here you finally were now, down on your knee plates facing the far end corner of the metal wall. You had a pair of stasis cuffs around your servos as you sat there quietly. You were on timeout of course, a punishment he decided was fit for you since you wanted to misbehave today. There was a heated conversation today between you two about the 'Overlord' situation at hand and you got frustrated and walked off only to be yanked back by him immediately and yelled at in front of everyone.

You should have expected this would have been the consequence considering the size difference between you two. There was no way you were just going to walk off from him without his immediate reaction. Even if you would have ran he would have caught up to you with a mere stride.

The stasis cuffs were tightened so tightly to the point they felt like they were restricting your energon flow. He sat in a chair beside you speaking diligently to Ultra Magnus through a comm transmission. He was expressing his concerns about the Phase Sixer problem as well as the issue of the DJD possibly lurking around in pursuit of Overlord. He told you to sit there quietly and he'd deal with you after he dealt with Ultra Magnus.

You heard them both bid each other a good evening and felt your vents start to get heavier as you awaited your persecution.

"Was there a reason for you to behave in such a way earlier?"

You shook your helm 'no' and froze when you heard him growl.

"I'd like you to use your words."

"No."

You heard the familiar sequence of sounds from his interface panel releasing and then dropping to the floor.

"Turn around."

You turned around to face him and the look of disappointment on his faceplate made you whimper. You hated when he was upset like this. You felt like any sudden movement and he could hurt you like he's done to many others before you. Your optics looked down to his pressurized spike and you winced.

"I'm s-sorry."

"Show me then."

With your servos still restrained behind your back-strut you moved forward on your knee plates to him and opened up your oral receptor just to slide your glossa along his length. His spike twitched and you continued to use your glossa to swirl circles along it before taking him in and bobbing your helm up and down slowly. You kept the pace simple in case he decided to instruct you to do something else.

You've done this so many times for him, consensual or not, that you've learned just exactly what he enjoys. You paused for a moment just to let your fanged denta graze gently along his spike. You then nibbled down just enough to cause him to groan.

You felt his servo grab the back of your helm and urge you to take more of his length in and you did. The slick of your oral receptor's lubrication mixed with the taste of his pre-overload made you purr. Sitting still in front of him while doing this was beginning to become a challenge, as your interface panel heated up and your leg as struts shuddered with anticipation.

He was never gentle with you but you've come to appreciate his roughness and the way he treated you like an interface toy. Whenever he used your valve during one of his moods it was clear you were going to need to call out from therapy sessions the next cycle. You weren't going to drop your panel unless he gave you permission to so for now you've decided to suffer with the intense heat.

"Not that you're not doing a delightful job here, but I'd like to take the reigns for a moment."

You raised an optics ridge before he pushed your helm down further onto him until your faceplate became flush with his frame. He held you in place with a firm enough grip to give you a helm-ache before lifting himself up to thrust roughly into your oral receptor. With every thrust, your faceplate painfully slammed against his frame and you just knew your muffled groans sounded pathetic. However, pathetic was just exactly what he liked, he broke you down so easily from his enemy to his frag toy.

You fell over backwards when he finally let go of you and yelped. The walls on this ship weren't particularly thin but it's certainly possible at least a few people heard you make that noise. It wouldn't be anything they haven't already heard from the previous times you've gotten noisy while pinned beneath him. He yanked you up by your shoulder-plates just to politely motion for you to get on top of the metal table beside you.

Megatron had a habit of interfacing you on anything that was available, he's used you against doors, tables, your own therapy session desk, an energon dispenser, and just anything that gave him easy access to your frame. While you were on the table you felt his servo close around your neck cabling and your venting intake halted with a whirr.

Your optics flickered signaling you needed to vent and he only squeezed harder. You were waiting for him to tell you to drop your interface panel but he stripped it off your frame anyways.

You would have let your servos wrap around his own to tell him you needed desperately to vent but they were restrained underneath your back-strut by the stasis cuffs. You gave him a concerned look and only then did he slightly ease the pressure around your neck cabling, it was just enough for you to vent but not comfortably.

He never warned you before he pushed his spike into your valve and your reaction was always the same whine. You were just grateful this time you were actually slick enough and well lubricated so he didn't tear your walls open. His thrusts were unwavering as you laid there and just occasionally let your hip struts meet his for more friction against your outer node.

When you felt like you were getting close to an overload you dug your claws into your back-strut enough to draw fluid to let the pain overcome the pleasure. This was a punishment and you knew the rules for punishments, you weren't allowed to overload, you were only to just accept whatever fragging he was going to give you no matter how forceful it was.

"You just never learn, do you? I'm beginning to think you like to see me angry."

You felt a sharp pain when his free servo came in contact with the left side of your aft.

"- I just knew you were mine to take when I first met you. I could see how broken and lonely you were."

Your frame arched when you got close enough to overloading and another sharp sting hit.

"...You're so young and already so damaged."

The grip on your neck cabling got tighter and his thrusting gained a more intense rhythm.

"You're the only one I've ever met who could see the darkness and fire within my optics and wanted to play with it. And you just play with it so well don't you?"

You couldn't help but give him a smile and let out a choked giggle. He was always right, wasn't he?

[starvonnie]

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Relationship: Megatron/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Ultra Magnus (Transformers) for like 2 seconds - Character Additional Tags: Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Bottom Megatron (Transformers), Dom/sub Undertones, Blow Jobs, Valve Fingering (Transformers), Biting, Multiple Orgasms

Summary: When Rodimus wants something, he's going to get it. Which is why Megatron ends up mass shifting to a much smaller size so he can let his co-captain get a little rough with him.

Part 11 of When An Unstoppable Force Meets An Immovable Object

[onlyyvette]

Meeting Shenanigans

Warnings: TOP/DOM READER + SUB/BOTTOM CHARACTER + cybertronian reader + gn reader + exhibitionist kink + under table valve fingering + Rodimus is a little shit + gets his shit rocked in the end tho + masochist Rodimus + humiliation + overstimulation + Ratchet finds you guys out :( + he lets it go though!

Word Count: 1224

A/N: This is my first time writing transformers smut I've been reading it for a while now but the terminology can be so hard to write </3

"I for one believe that more funding should go into mine and Perceptor's(mostly mine) lab work. Right now I'm making this---"

"Brainstorm, please refrain from using my name in one of your ridiculous attempts of appealing with your inventions," Perceptor interrupted Brainstorm, narrowing his eyes.

"As I was saying before someone so rudely interrupted me," Brainstorm continued, glaring at Perceptor. "An increase in funding can help me buy the materials for my new invention. And I know, I know, you guys are so excited to see what I came up with but..." Once Brainstorm started rambling, you couldn't bother to keep paying attention.

Once again, Brainstorm had called for a meeting on the Lost Light regarding an increase in funding for his research. More like creating life threatening devices that look like sparklings' toys. Attending the meeting alongside the scientists were Ultra Magnus, Megatron, Ratchet, and Rodimus. You didn't really have a reason to be there. You were only there because Rodimus refused to go without his conjunx.

Brainstorm continued to ramble on about his so called "urgent need" of research funding. Ultra Magnus nodded while taking notes as Megatron and Ratchet looked equally done with Brainstorm's bullshit. Rodimus yawned a bit as he leaned on your shoulder. Even you were ready to leave this meeting, Ultra Magnus would never allow anyone to leave, even if the Lost Light caught on fire right then and there.

Right as you were about to doze off, you felt a light brush on your thigh. You jerked looking at Rodimus but he was still facing forward, a bored expression on his face. Thinking that it was just your processor playing tricks on you, you relaxed again. Not even 2 kliks later, you felt the touch of a servo on your interface panel, much more insistent than before. You looked down to see Rodimus' servo stroking your interface panel.

Once again you focused your gaze on Rodimus. While he was still facing forward, his optics were on you, bright with unspent charge. He continued to trace circles on your panel, a small smirk beginning to grow on his face. So this is how he wants to distract himself, you thought, sighing inwardly. Well, it's not like you were opposed to the idea. Besides, you had already come up with a plan to take away Rodimus' upper hand.

While Rodimus continued to stroke your panel, you moved your own servo to his thigh, groping it and feeling how warm it was. Rodimus' movements stuttered as he wasn't expecting the sudden touch. When you moved your servo to roughly grabbing Rodimus' panel, he gritted his dentae, holding back a groan as his panel quickly retracted.

Since his movements on your panel had completely stopped, it allowed you to focus on teasing your conjunx. Rodimus had a scrunched up look on his face, his optics darting back and forth to make sure he wasn't attracting any attention to him. You grinned inwardly as you skipped any teasing and immediately stuffed two servos inside of him.

"Mhhn--" Rodimus quickly slaps a servo over his mouth when the moan threatened to come out. He got a weird look from Ratchet who happened to be sitting near them, but he rolled his eyes and seemingly brushed it off. Rodimus attempts to shoot you a glare but it loses it's effect when he's blushing furiously as he tries to pretend to be unbothered by your touch.

You continue to move your servos in Rodimus' valve, scissoring him wide open and ramming your servos in as far as they can go. You can feel your lover's valve cycle down tightly as he grinds his dentae in an attempt to not let out any noise. Rodimus soon lets his helm fall down onto the meeting table with a loud thunk. Everyone except for Perceptor and Brainstorm who are now in a heated argument look at Rodimus confused, then at you for answers.

You just shrugged and turned to Rodimus and nudged him with your free servo. "You good?" you asked him with faux innocence as you continued to finger his valve. "..." Rodimus stayed silent, knowing that even opening his mouth would lead to him moaning and exposing what the two of you were doing.

Finally, Rodimus called your comm and you took your sweet time to pick up the call. :Please, don't be so--nnghh, hahh, rough!: Rodimus whined as you chuckled over the call. :But Roddy, you started it didn't you? I bet you thought this was going to go your way, didn't you?: you purred seductively as you roughly pinched his anterior node.

"mm...nhh..." Despite Rodimus muffling his moans, you could still faintly hear it. He was now rocking back on your servos, chasing the pleasure you were giving him despite the company you had. His entire frame was trembling now as he approached his overload.

:You know, Roddy, if I were in a meaner mood, I'd probably be stuffing four of my servos into your tight valve and have you moaning and squirting on my servo like a cheap whore. Everyone at this table would know how slutty you are, you know that?: Your insults dripped with venom. Rodimus whimpered at your harsh words as he comes closer to his climax.

:[n-name]!! Gonna--Ahhnn!: Rodimus moaned desperately over comms as he overloaded on your fingers, lubricant staining your servos as he spasmed. You immediately removed your servos from his valve. :So just touching you a bit was enough to make you squirt in public?: you sneered. :That's just sad:

Rodimus whined at your disappointment as he comes down from his overload. His cooling fans had nearly short-circuited due to him repeatedly denying permission to turn them off so his frame was running terribly hot. He continued to tremble as your optics looked around the room to see if any one had caught wind of what the two of you were up to.

Ratchet was sitting across from the two of you but had a scowl on his face that was clearly directed at you and Rodimus. He definitely knew that the two of you were fooling around during the meeting and he was very much in disapproval about it. Yeah you were definitely going to receive dome words from him after the meeting. You shivered at the thought of his infamous wrench.

Ultra Magnus still hadn't noticed as he was still absorbed by Brainstorm and Perceptor's still ongoing argument. Megatron was sitting down with his arms crossed over his chassis, his helm tilted downwards with his optics closed. Most likely, he was getting tired of whatever nonsense was coming out of Brainstorm's mouth and had decided to clock out of the meeting quietly.

You gave Ratchet a small grin as your servos began to circle Rodimus' anterior node causing him to jolt. You called Ratchet's comm and surprisingly he picks up.

:You two are terrible: Ratchet says, his optics narrowing. :We're in a meeting and you decide to fool around?:

:C'mon Ratchet: you pleaded. :Just stay quiet about this please? I promise this won't be happen again!: Ratchet just snorts and turns his head away, disconnecting the call. Despite what you told Ratchet, with the way that Rodimus is reacting to your touch, Ratchet will most likely not be getting a break anytime soon.

[valveposts]

I mean- makes sense for Drift to gain for sure once he sees how much attention Ratty gives Ambulon~ he’s gotta win his favorite docs attention back!

Maybe after all the main stories events and everything, they really get into plumping Drift up<3

can we get feeder roddy in on this too? drift needs attention from his conjunx AND best friend

maybe drift gets a little jealous of ambulon and asks rodimus to help him thicken up a bit to get ratchet's attention... and roddy maaaybe goes a little overboard. but its not his fault, really. drift was enjoying himself soooo much, he had to give in~

and when ratchet notices, oh boy. he's going to give drift a stuffing experience like nothing he's ever experienced

i love the dynamic of new-to-the-kink drift trapped between soft dom feeder ratchet and sub feeder rodimus. ratchet feeding him and making him lick it from his fingers, praising him, while roddy feels up his belly and thighs and whines into his shoulder.

[tfanonkink]

REQUEST - Rodimus/Ratchet - IDW1 - I want Rodimus playing dom for once in this ship! Write anything you like as long as it has Rodimus taking charge. But bonus if this is Ratchet's first time subbing, one way or another.

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[petitelepus]

dom suu reader overstimulating the fuck out of rung drift and roddy?

Sorry Anon, I'm going to do Rung and Drift because I did Rodimus over here! https://petitelepus.tumblr.com/post/697559685087330304/can-i-get-rodimus-getting-overstimulated-by-a#notes

You and your partner were enjoying energon and a glass of water at Swerve's bar where everyone had gathered to enjoy their picks of poison. Some took harder engex than others and Whirl was one of these.

While your partner went to refill their glass, Whirl grinned with his optic at you.

"You look like you need a drink!" He laughed and poured a little of his engex over you and you drank the bright liquid happily.

The change was almost instant as your body grew more luscious at certain parts and your innocent smile turned more mischievous as you digested the engex.

Imagine your partner's shock when they returned and saw you smiling seductively at them as you gave them a peek at your more luscious chest.

"Let's return to the habsuite, shall we?"

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"W- what's gotten into you?" Rung stuttered as you swallowed around his spike, your wet throat working around him.

You grinned around him and pulled off just enough to chuckle, "Just some engex, my love."

Ah, of course. He was sure someone had given you something when he was away. Mainly because of how drastically your body had changed.

Rung was about to say something, but instead, he moaned shakily as you swallowed him whole, and your throat worked around him in a perfect symphony.

"I- I'm about to-!" Finally, Rung couldn't take it anymore and he tried to warn you, but you wouldn't listen. No, you only worked harder, and finally Rung overloaded with a weak cry.

Your body immediately digested his fluids and Rung sighed as he thought it was over... But you never pulled away. No, you continued sucking him off and he looked at you with a breathless gasp.

"B- But I already overloaded!" He gasped and you pulled off so you could giggle, "I never said I would settle for just one overload."

"I-!" He wanted to protest, but his spike wouldn't depressurize with the way you kept sucking it, but he was so sensitive already!

"P- please!" He cried out, "Mercy!"

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"Primus!" Drift gasped as your hips collided with his from behind. You had created yourself a phallus, made out of your slime body and you used your new body part to fuck Drift silly.

"That's not my name!" You giggled as you kept fucking your lover and the white mech cried out your name instead.

You grinned, "Much better!"

Drift could feel himself getting closer and closer to the point of no return with each violent thrust of yours. That's when you hit that sweet spot inside his valve and he threw his helm back in pleasure.

"Th- That's it!" He cried out, "Right there!"

"Ooh, you're giving orders now?" You chuckled and the Autobot moaned your name as you aimed your thrusts into that specific spot until Drift couldn't contain himself anymore.

He overloaded with a loud cry and his legs almost gave out underneath him. You slowed your thrusts and Drift panted tiredly, but you weren't done yet.

No, you controlled the slime body of yours and started to brutally massage the sensitive spot inside him.

That made the Autobot cry out in oversensitivity and you chuckled darkly, "Come on Drift, one more for the road...!"

[mychlapci]

I don't know I've been kind of thinking about Ratchet having some ridiculous ass punishments for whenever Drift and Rodimus have been bad boys. Maybe he does pussy spanks. Maybe he does the vibe in public thing. Maybe he makes them lick his fluids off the floor. I'm a beginner sorry if any of this sounds bad.

a beginner at robot porn... welcome.

mhmm I love hard dom Ratchet. He's so strict on his two little speedsters, they cannot escape punishment when they misbehave. I can absolutely imagine Ratchet bending Rodimus over his knees and spanking his ass and pussy until he's a babbling mess, apologizing frantically for being a bad boy... or Ratchet installing an overload inhibitor into Drift's circuits and watching as Drift humps him, increasingly more and more desperate to cum...

Or Ratchet installing overload inhibitors on both of them, and making them scissor for his amusement, watching from the comfort of his armchair, data-pad in hand, as Drift and Rodimus cling to each other, still trying to cum even though it's been hours. Their valves are no doubt sore at the end, and Ratchet is so gentle when he spreads some soothing cream over them both, teasing them to the edge of an another overload, which they won't get to reach <3

[rawmeknockout]

Hey, hey! I hope you're doing great. This isn't a request but more of my curious mind trying to make sense of things. That being said; what are your favorite shipping or story trope/twists that you are an absolute sucker for & who of your favorite bots &/or cons match this trops/twists best in your opinion? This can be any iteration of your choosing (pls include where the selected are from, I get a little lost on who's from where sometimes).

Have a nice day/night! 🤗

oh i LOOOOOVE talking about this

for idw

rivals-to-lovers with rodimus and characters like rodimus (but mostly just rodimus); being his rival and someone who antagonizes him but at the end of the day you begrudgingly respect him and know he has potential (which is painful bc hes so stupid) and as you fight side by side and save each other and help each other with your internal struggles, the passion between you blossoms into love

old-flames-who-were-evil-together-but-eventually-things-went-sour-but-then-...-you-reconnect with megatron specifically; someone who was an advisor and by his side before the war, a strategist and a major brain behind the formation of the decepticons iconic evil plots, but eventually you start to despise him for turning this thing you cared so much for into something that you neither of you wanted to begin with but both of you are so sullied by your horrible actions theres no repentance for either of you, you fuck off to some planet to escape punishment bc youre not going down like this, idk you reconnect and although you have a lot of bad blood between you theres still relief that megatron is alive and didnt get executed. in the beginning all you wanted was the best for megatron and your planet now you two are unrecognizable compated to the mechs you were before so you take comfort in each other bc who better to console him and stand by his side than someone just as horrible and tainted.

haughty-diva-and-the-person-they-'settled'-for is also a dynamic i love esp for mechs like whirl and swerve and trailcutter who see themselves as undesirable and perhaps even unattractive to others, but anyone could see they have insane chemistry with this hottie. someone who is also probably pretty bad at expressing their feelings and doesnt know how to say they like someone bc theyre used to being hit on not hitting on others.

old mechs paired with a bouncy youthful personality, opposites attract sort of thing. ratchet and magnus (sometimes megs) are my usual go-tos for this dynamic but it could work for others like tarn or kaon. theres a lot of world weary mechs to go around so i like the idea of someone who isnt so jaded paired with this type of personality, i think it can be very cute.

im partial to maternal nurturing type reader inserts, but im not sure which mech is best paired with a personality like that. a soft mommy dom if you will. not submissive but breedable. along with this, a reserved quiet but thoughtful character who is secretly sort of dumb is cute. again not sure who they would bounce off of, but i like to imagine this reader insert takes care of alien plants and doesnt have an easy time interacting with others. a blunt dry humor. more of a comic relief type.

for g1

ratbat with someone who is very much a bystander on the nemesis, perhaps a no-name maintenance bot, but one thing leads to another and he relies on this mech to be his henchman and obvs theyre gonna listen to him he's their superior but also they arent Built Different they are very much built to standard code theyre not gonna pick a fight bc even ratbat could wipe the docking bay with them 😔 cannon fodder,,,, ratbat is happy just to have someone who wont fight him on this, so he starts to see them as less of a disposable and more of a nuisance (which IS a step up) i think this sort of dynamic is also cute for starscream with a newbie seeker. someone who will listen to him and polish his heel thrusters if he demands it without grumbling and thats rare to find so he treats them to,,, less shrieking than is usual for him. will not let you die on the battlefield even if he complains that saving you is a waste of his time.

sunstreaker and sideswipe in another rivals to lovers scenario, but i see this less as rivals and more as "hardnosed mech who is unrelenting in their principles really hates these two bullies"; starting out from them being absolute menaces and just awful (as per ush) to developing a soft spot for a mech who is just as stubborn and blunt as they are in their approach and who wont leave either twin to waste away on the battlefield from an injury even if theyre like,,, reeeeally awful to them. what can i say i think the twins would appreciate a show of loyalty and camaraderie even if they pretend they dont need that sort of thing.

optimus and a creepy little con. ive done a fill for a request like this. just optimus having a soft spot for this little weirdo who has too much interest in him.

in the same vein, bumblebee with a cutesy creepy little con. someone who is sort of his opposite? the bumblebee of the decepticons, if bumblebee terrified all his fellow autobots. falls in love with him for saving them or something and now they wont leave him alone. he is reluctant to admit theyre cute bc hes a loyal autobot and they also scare him.

megatron and anyone he can hold like this

im always open to more dynamics and tropes bc its pretty clear how i write, i need a base personality to write the reader insert off of and i dont like to leave it as "they love you and thats the most important aspect of your character" i just dont think being loved is an important trait for a character to have, its an important action for them to perform and for others to perform towards them but its not a good basis for a personality

i also love dynamics that can have a lot of depth and backstory added to them so i get a feel for where the reader has been and why they are the way they are (im not partial to shy types personalities tho bc i like more assertive characters that can move the plot more with their actions/words)

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September Created Works Round-Up: 4 New Works by Our Contributors

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Untitled Artwork by Zel Howland / @deathbycoldopen

art || original work || no ships || teen & up || no major warnings apply || complete

TUMBLR

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spark eater, spark eater, you've met your match by Cedar McCafferty-Svec / @diroxy

fiction || idw transformers (2005) || m/m || brainstorm/perceptor || explicit || graphic depictions of violence, major character death || 16,167 || complete

summary: They couldn’t save everyone. The medical team and scientists from “Team Rodimus” failed, and their crew stayed Spark Eaters. Brainstorm, angry and bereft, decides that enough is enough, and he’s going to fix it. He’s going to do it right this time.

Brainstorm isn’t going to lose Perceptor like this.

other tags: temporary major character death, Happy Ending, graphic depictions of gore, Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Slow Burn, Time Travel, Case Fic Esque, spark eaters, Blood, time loops, Exhaustion, Love You'd Go to the End of the Universe For, Brainstorm Will Not Let Perceptor Die Like This, Brainstorm Gets to be a BAMF for 1 (one) Moment in Time, Canon Typical Violence

TUMBLR - AO3

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etched into skin by Shadaras / @shadaras

fiction || the untamed || m/m || jin guangyao/nie huaisang || explicit || creator choses not to use warnings || 2,700 || complete

summary: This is not the first time Nie Huaisang has spread Jin Guangyao out on his bed.

other tags: Trans Man Jin Guangyao, Nonbinary Trans Man Nie Huaisang, Bondage, Knifeplay, Dom/sub, Fisting, Face-Sitting

AO3

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Spider Lily by Shadaras / @shadaras

fiction || the untamed || f/m || nie huaisang/jiang yanli || teen & up || creator choses not to use warnings || 1,000 || complete

summary: Nie Huaisang marries Jiang Yanli's ghost. It changes nothing. (It changes everything.)

other tags: Double Drabble Sequence, Ghost Marriage, Angst, Revenge, Canon-Typical Death

AO3

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[desdemonafictional]

Short story suggestion: Banners Turrets or not, Tarn appears in Megatron's peaceful post-war life and Megatron realizes he has to try and do right by him as a proper mentor. Or maybe Tarn kidnaps Rung and Rung has to dom his way out. I guess that might be too long though. XD;

okay don't take this too seriously but

Megatron arrived home from a long day of Jury Duty to find that his livingroom had yet again been overtaken by a gaggle of newsparks. Rodimus’s warm-constructed mentee was on the floor attempting macramé under Sunstorm’s guidance, while Rodimus had another one of his periodic “I should never have been a parent” breakdowns at the kitchen counter. Rung was patting the mech gently on the back. Ostaros—ah, there he was, surreptitiously eating the other end of the macramé string.

Megatron sighed. At least Getaway wasn't here.

Starscream, whose thrusters were kicked up in the apartment’s most comfortable chair, continued filing his nails. “Don’t start sighing yet,” he said, and blew the dust off his hand. “It gets worse.”

Megatron glared at him. “Don’t talk in riddles, Starscream. What else is going on?”

“Well,” Starscream said, “the fuse box is acting up again, my amica’s abominable spawn brought some kind of reptile into the apartment then lost it, and you have mail.”

Megatron stood there for a moment. He indulged in a brief bought of nostalgia for the old days when this sort of thing would have been Soundwave’s problem. All he'd needed to do in those days was give speeches and shoot things.

“Alright,” he said, “give me the letter.”

Starscream fished a floppy disk out of his chest compartment and waved it vaguely at Megatron, who snatched it up impatiently. It was postmarked from the Kaon detention center.

He pinched the disk open and skimmed the projection until he arrived at will be released under supervision.

“What?”

At the counter, Rung startled up from where he’d been gently patting Rodimus’s slumped back. “Dear?” he said. “What’s going on?”

“Tarn,” Megatron snapped. “He’s up for parole, apparently.”

“Ah. Oh dear.” Rung pressed his fingers to his thinned lips. “Well. If he was still a present danger to anyone, surely they wouldn’t let him past the parole board?”

Starscream snorted loudly. Rung grimaced.

“You don’t think he’ll cause problems for us, do you…?”

Rodimus picked up a bit from his sniffling, apparently having noticed that attention was no longer on him. “Who’s this guy supposed to be?”

Hm. A part of Megatron was offended that his carefully crafted machines of fear were so easily forgotten by the other side. But then again, Tarn had been constructed to put the fear of Megatron in his own army, not the enemy’s.

“An unfortunate wartime necessity,” Megatron said.

“An absolute prick in an overcompensating cosplay,” Starscream said.

“Megatron’s mentee,” Rung said.

Megatron whipped around. “What?” he said again, with similar outrage.

Rung looked back, nonplussed. “Your mentee,” he said. “Of course, things were different in our military days, but by all modern standards, Damus very much was a mentee of yours.”

“Preposterous,” Megatron said.

Rung started to frown. “You picked him out, trained him personally, taught him how to fight—darling, you even commissioned his current frame. He worshipped you.”

“I,” Megatron said, “he was a project.”

Rung very frowning very deeply now. He had such a way of making Megatron feel wrong-footed, without knowing why or how he’d come to be standing on the wrong foot.

“I mean that he was a soldier,” Megatron said. “Should I be personally beholden to every soldier who rallied to my banner?”

Rung looked at him a moment longer, unsmiling, and then said, “I don’t know, my darling. Should you?”

Then he turned back to Rodimus and said, “Come on, then, let’s see what your bitlet has made with Sunstorm. You’ll feel better.”

And he left Megatron standing metaphorically lost upon the howling windswept cliff, although of course he was in reality only the length of a couch away admiring a sparkling’s macramé on the floor.

[heliossecretdeskdrawer]

A Touching Moment

For @realitysperception and Spector_Author (on AO3) Thank you for your patience.

Continuity: IDW1

Rating: Mature

Relationship: Ratchet/Rodimus

Characters: Ratcher & Rodimus

Warnings: Referenced plug-n-play, spark sexual interfacing, very light dom/sub dynamics, established relationship, open-ended. Please see AO3 entry for full applicable tags.

Summary: In which Ratchet decides Rodimus's jokes are terrible pickup lines.

Crossposting: AO3 | DreamWidth | Pillowfort

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“Rodimus, I really don’t think this is the best way to go about it.”

Ratchet tried to ignore the cold air of Rodimus’s otherwise comfortable captain’s quarters lingering on his warm spark as he closed up his chest panels, latching the windshield back into place over them as soon as Rodimus pulled his fingers free.

Blue dust, glowing brightly, still clung to the captain’s loudly yellow fingers, hanging on via electrostatic charge. That would be an absolute mess as soon as Rodimus touched anything else, promptly forgetting about the sparkdust he would be smearing on everything.

The mood to interface was rapidly disappearing, despite the eager massage that he had just been in the middle of receiving.

At least the couch he was sitting on what comfortable. It was a miracle it hadn’t been trashed at some point in one of Rodimus’s fits of pique, not that he had as many of those these days. Or perhaps the current sofa was a replacement for another, less fortunate model. Who could say.

Early on in their intimate relationship, which began as an attempt to fill their respective yawning voids when Drift was exiled, Ratchet had decided it wasn’t in their best interests to live together. Rodimus as a roommate would drive him first completely up the wall and then right into the morgue.

Living apart as not quite amica—they were still feeling that out—was fine and suited them both. Rodimus could make a mess and have his own private space and Ratchet could retreat to solitude when he needed it. He also didn’t want to deal with Rodimus accidentally setting him on fire in the middle of the night if he had a bad dream during recharge.

That and Rodimus’s fireproof tarpaulins weren’t comfortable. The crinkling noise they made was torture and they felt like sleeping in plastic pallet wrap. Best to just keep their separate spaces.

“What?”

Rodimus pouted in disappointment as he stood in front of the couch, blue-coated hand held awkwardly in front of his chest.

They had only tried casual and conventional port-and-plug interfacing, restricted to shallow sensation only, up until this point, partially out of convenience. It had been long time since Ratchet’s academy days.

However, this time Ratchet had begrudgingly agreed to let Rodimus, ever afraid of anything getting too boring, attempt a few new dynamics.

They had already put up one important boundary before getting started: no spark-to-spark contact, even indirectly by transferred sparkdust. That was far too risky and intimate in a way they weren’t remotely ready for. The very thought of an accidental and irreversible bond was terrifying. They were still working to fully identify their needs. It was way too early for anything like that kind of commitment, but who knew, maybe one day they would decide otherwise.

“Do you think this is some sort of revenge for when you tried to get me to step down as captain?”

“No, it’s because your opening line was ‘This is your captain speaking.’”

Putting his hand on his chin and leaving a bright streak of blue in the process, Rodimus snickered.

“Yeah, yeah, that was a pretty good one—“

“Rodimus, focus.” Ratchet snapped his fingers in front of Rodimus’s face to reign in his wandering attention. “Listen to me: that one was terrible. It was one of the least arousing things you’ve ever said to me, and that includes the time you called my tires ‘bouncy castles.’”

“Oh, come on!” Rodimus threw his arms forward and wide, pleading as dust particles fell away in a puff. “The captain line was comedic gold! And, for the record, I was complimenting your tires.”

“No, no, it wasn’t ‘comedic gold,’” Ratchet said, holding up his own hands in a sarcastic gesture of quotation that he had accidentally picked up from Rodimus. “And I’m not going to pretend otherwise.”

“But—“

“Rodimus, please.” He sighed, dropping his palms to the couch to let them rest on the dingy upholstery. This place really needed to be vacuumed, but he knew sometimes it was difficult for Rodimus to find the wherewithal to tidy up as often as was necessary. “I’m not mad at you.”

“Don’t say—“

“I’m disappointed.”

Rodimus whined, dramatically dropping to his knees and slumping sideways onto the floor like he’d been shot in slow motion.

“Disappointed,” he echoed, face buried against the stained mesh rug on the floor.

An ugly streak of blue light was left in the wake of Rodimus’s fingers touching the ground.

This was more or less what Ratchet had expected would happen. Rodimus didn’t take either rejection or disappointment well, but this seemed a little over the top. He was probably putting on a performance to get Ratchet to walk the complaints back. If that was the case, Rodimus would probably rebound shortly with a “new, awesome idea.”

Maybe they could still get some overloads out of this encounter, but Ratchet’s interest was still flagging.

Almost as if on cue, Rodimus pulled himself upright on his knees and scooted between Ratchet’s legs. He placed his hands on the medic’s thighs, a desperate cling to his grip.

“Let me try again, docbot. Come on.” There was the second wind, as anticipated. Rodimus, his optics now wide and pleading, always did get back on his feet after falling down, both literally and figuratively. His sheer, irrepressible will to fail forward was one of his more admirable traits. “I can try again. It’ll be better. We’ll have a good time. I promise.”

Ratchet sighed once more but nodded, relenting. “Alright, but new boundary: no more bad puns or captain jokes in the berth.”

“Just to clarify—“

“Yes, the couch counts.”

Rodimus let the focal rings of his optics spiral down into narrow points as he thought before nodding.

“Cool, yeah, that’s cool.” He stuck out a hand for Ratchet to shake. The one tainted by Ratchet’s own sparkdust. “Deal.”

Oh well. It was his own. Fine.

He took the hand, shaking it before settling back against the couch again, waiting for… whatever Rodimus decided to do next.

“Just sit back; I got this.”

Rodimus finally stood, leaning over Ratchet with more of that “fake it until you make it” confidence.

He placed his palm, the blue dust having finally tracked all the way down his hand, on Ratchet’s windshield and rubbed the glass in a gentle, careful circle. The glass had minimal sensors embedded in it, just enough to know when something had come into contact with the surface, for safety reasons. Streaks of sparkdust smeared in wide swaths but at least it was his own.

Ratchet turned off his optics and relaxed under the gentle massage, letting his legs fall further open so Rodimus could stand closer.

Rodimus’s other arm, that hand still miraculously clean, came to rest against Ratchet’s shoulder, his hand lightly caressing the exposed neck cables. He bent forward and leaned his forehead against Ratchet’s.

This was fine, so far. He wasn’t running hot again, no, but the idea of interfacing no longer seemed like a massive chore that he’d simply rather not do.

“Open up for me?”

It was phrased like a question, but it wasn’t really one. Rodimus had wanted to try being “dominant” today, in addition to the manual spark stimulation, but he wasn’t… experienced in that realm. Ratchet just had no preference one way or the other, as long as it was an enjoyable time.

He was willing to let Rodimus try to order him around a little, within reason.

That was fine, especially since it meant Ratchet wouldn’t be doing as much of the work.

It wasn’t something he normally did in the course of his duties, given that as the chief medical officer, he could override almost any of the captain’s decisions if they had a bearing on the health and wellbeing of the crew.

He let the latches holding his windshield and chest panels closed click open. Rodimus gingerly pried him open, care given to each hinge’s limited range of motion.

Sparklight flooded the room again. Cold air on his spark made Ratchet shudder, but the chill was soon banished when Rodimus brought his hand to the hot surface of the crystal for a fresh coating of dust.

Fingers slid gently over the crystal, carefully exploring and touching as charge smoothly radiated away into Ratchet’s systems. Another pulse of charge washed over his circuits as he heard the soft click of a plug cover opening near his audio sensor, a sign that Rodimus was unspooling his wrist cable.

Trying again had definitely been a good idea.