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smallestapplin · 4 months ago

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Let me help you

This was commissioned by @bellafragolina

Warnings : overstim, sub!Ratchet, oral, squirting, cybertronians have both a valve and a spike, gn!Cybertronian reader.

🔞Mdni! Adults only, please!🔞

Word count : 1,248

Ratchet eyes you suspiciously, after the offer you just made him why wouldn’t he? Sucking his spike while he works, are you mad? Though he finds it hard to deny you, when you look up at him, pleading with him with a smile.

“Pleeease? You’re always so busy, I miss my Conjunx.”

Oh you know just how to play him, and he knows it too, he knows what you’re doing and he hates that it’s working. Ratchet sighs, grumbling under his breath as he moves his chair back making room for you to crawl underneath. Your optics brighten with pure joy as you dive under his work table, making yourself comfortable before turning your attention back to him.

Even just his thighs are so thick, you can’t help but drag your servos across them taking in every dip and curve. You chuckle feeling him tense under your touch, knowing just what your beloved likes. And like it he does as you kiss his modesty plating, making him let out a shaky sigh. Looking down at you, his cheeks flushed blue with energon, you’re looking back up at him waiting.

“You certainly are one needy bot.”

You smile up at him as his words ring true, but that doesn’t stop you from placing another messy kiss to his plating. Your optics gleam when it begins to pull back, showing you his pressurized spike, leaking transfluid already. He has been so busy you two never have time aside from a few teasing touches, it seems Ratchet is just as needy as you are.

“Primus above, I love your spike.”

Ratchet trembles feelings your glossa lick up his shaft, cleaning it of any leaking transfluid not wanting any of his spent to go to waste. His spike is so thick, perfect for filling out your valve, but today is about him. Ratchet tries to focus on his work, typing out any new injuries on the autobots he needs to check on, or keep an optic out on, or maintenance on the ground bridge, but it’s near impossible to focus.

Your dermas kissing up his throbbing shaft up to the tip, just to wrap your dermas around it and take him deep within your intake, it’s so sudden Ratchet’s back strut arches as a servo flies up to cover his intake, muffling any sound he could make.

“Wait ... .wait wait if you do that- mm!! Scrap, that’s so….ohhh..!!” His voice begins to turn into garbled static, his optics flickering and fluttering.

You chuckle around his spike while your thumb rubs circles around his node making his valve clench around nothing and leaking more slick. Reports sit on his desk long forgotten, as he doubles over his helm laying on his desk with his servos on your helm. He’s going crazy, his helm feeling heavy foggy with lust, his systems screaming he’s overheating, but it just feels so good, too good, oh Primus he’s- Ratchet can barely warn you, barely managing a pathetic whine before he overloads suddenly with a mute scream.

His transfluid filling your intake, his spike throbbing and valve clenching wildly around nothing. You help your lover ride his high, drinking down his hot transfluid, milking his spike gently until he begins to sit up, but you aren’t done, you can’t be.

You slowly pull yourself off his spike, giggling when Ratchet flops back in his chair, his body shaking, sharply ex-venting with his fans running high to cool himself off. You kiss his inner thigh before nuzzling into it.

“Oh, my big handsome bot, you certainly are quite the sight. My pretty mech.” You lavish his thighs with kisses, your servos gently rubbing up and down them helping soothe him, easing him down from his overload. You know just how to run his charge, he swears he sparkbonded with a menace.

Lazily he manages to lift his helm backup to look at you, you look so sexy sat between his legs like this, your own spike pressurized and leaking yet you seem to ignore it, from this angle he can see your valve dripping, begging to be filled, but you stop his train of thought.

“How do you feel, pretty?”

Ratchet huffs at the endearing name, despite how much he likes it.

“I’m fine, you did so good….haaa…give me a moment and I can return the favor.”

You try not to laugh as he clearly doesn’t know your plan, but ever the giving lover he is, how did you get so lucky? You lean your helm against his thigh one last time.

“I love you, Ratchet.” You coo at him far too sweetly, but he can’t stop from giving you a soft expression.

He sighs playfully, small smile gracing his dermas as he answers.

“I love you t-mm! Frag! T-too much…!” Optics wide feeling his valve getting stretched open. His intake dropping open, drool leaking down his chin.

You stuff two of your digits into his valve, thrusting them in and curling them to rub against his sweet spot, your dermas on his node sloppily kissing and sucking on it while your servo strokes his sensitive spike. His legs thrash for a moment before snapping shut around your helm, his servos pressed to your helm, unsure if he wants to pull you impossibly closer or push you away.

Every thought is pouring out of his helm, not a single one left in his brain module leaving the poor medic dumb and drunk off the pleasure you keep giving him. You moan into his valve, your spike twitching and leaking as you find yourself addicted to his taste, his heady heavy scent makes your helm spin.

You buck your hips humping the air, desperate for any friction or anything to shove into your needy valve.

“Frag, frag fraag! M’gonna…gonna overload, I can’t- scrap!” Ratchet squeals, his voice box giving out a broken version of your name, pleading with you, for what even he isn’t sure. His hips rutting against your face plate as he cries out, his overload hitting him hard.

His valve gushes all over your digits and face plate, coating you in his transfluid as he squirts. His spike throbbing and weakly pumping out more of his seed that you love so much.

Your beloved falls limp, blacking out as his frame near violently shaking, ex-venting hard. His body covered in coolant, you can hear his fans working overtime to cool him down. You slide up from under the table, pulling a cloth from your chassis to clean him up until his systems are back online.

…Which doesn’t seem to be happening, you check him over making sure he isn’t hurt or nothing is wrong with his systems.

Everything is coming back normal, until you jump at the sound of a soft snore, you sucked him dry and right into unconsciousness. You snort, smiling at your sleeping Conjunx, he needed this, he’s been working so hard, too hard, he forgets to take care of himself.

You try not to jostle him too much, picking up the thick bot with ease and taking him back to your shared habsuite to lay him on your berth. You’ll pamper him more ince his status cycle is complete, but right now you’ll finish yourself off before cuddling up to him and get some rest yourself.

Though you might have to explain why Ratchet still hasn’t woken up once it's midday, it seems he needed more rest than you thought, whoops.

#smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞#valveplug #transformers x reader #transformers x reader smut #transformers ratchet smut #transformers ratchet x reader smut #tfp ratchet x reader #tfp ratchet x reader smut #transformers x cybertronian reader

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onlyyvette · 1 year ago

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TF Titty Headcanons Pt. 2

❏* — warnings — sub/bottom characters(decepticons) + dom/top reader + robotitties + lactation + praise + boobjobs + masochism + piercings + Starscream is a narcissist + size kink + mommy kink + breeding kink + Megatron definitely rewards his top soldiers with his body + in this world you're either a creamer or squirter +

❏* — a/n — pt 1 got so much positive feedback so I'm just happy that I was able to do a part 2!! And if I do a part 3 I'll most likely do the autoboobies again

also omfg I wrote

➾ DECEPTICONS

✦ Megatron - Contrary to popular belief, Megs has average sized boobs for a mech his size, but they still seem pretty damn huge to most since not many mechs are his size. That is until you compare them to another mech's like Optimus (say whatever you want but Optimus outboobs Megatron). Megs doesn't care too much about his tits, seeing them as just protoform sitting on his chassis, but he does like to have them played with once in a while.

Megatron only interfaces with his top soldiers, and even only the best of the best get to see their lord's magnificent rack. When he does 'face with them, he always orders them to treat him like any other mech they would fuck, the feeling of being treated like a fling always getting to his head. Despite how meaningless his refineries are to him, his partners see them as an absolute blessing. The lucky shmuck who's not only able to be graced with the sight of Megs' boobs and also being able to feel them up will never forget it. His tits have a subtle softness to them that's fucking amazing, perfect for shoving their helm into. Megatron is surprising pretty vocal, letting out gruff moans whenever his tits are fondled with. And every single time, without fail, his crimson optics will be locked onto his partner's as if he were teasing them.

Something the Megs is very willing to do is give boobjobs to his decepticons that are doing an exceptionally good job at taking down any autobot forces. He'll reward them by lifting his tits up and down the mech's shaft, keeping eye contact as his optics are blazing with unspent charge. And if Primus themself has blessed a mech, they'll be treated to Megatron lavishly sprawled across a wide berth, clutching the sheets as a spike ruts into him, striking as many nodes as possible with greedy servos all over his tits, feeling them as much as they can. Megatron's optics dim as he shivers from the pleasure of having his subordinate treat him as just some random fling. His vocalizer releases moans becoming slightly higher pitched the more his nozzles are twisted and pulled on and he just can't wait to do this again.

✦ Soundwave - With the decepticon third-in-command may be hiding many secrets about himself, his tits are most definitely one of those secrets. Soundwave's tits are big and busty, a more gray color. He's one of the few mechs who actually lactate, and when he does, it's usually not too much energon but it can leave his tits feeling very sensitive. He's usually able to deal with it himself, but when it gets too much those are the times he'll seek out partners the most.

Everyone who's slept with Soundwave have the same exact thoughts. He has the best tits they've ever come across. Soundwave doesn't think too much of his boobs, yet whenever people get to feel them up and lap up any energon leaking, they'll never want to go back to drinking energon normally again. Mechs who get to feed off of Soundwave's leaking titties always grope them slowly with their servos, massaging them nicely as they coax more energon out. Usually, Soundwave turns his vocalizer off since he isn't too fond of making noise from pleasure, but it's so obvious how good he's feeling when his whole entire frame is trembling and the way he tries to sneakily press his digits into his leaking valve.

Whenever Soundwave begins to lactate and has a mech sucking on his nozzle, he can't help but feel something maternal in his code to get sparked up by anyone suitable, to have transfluid pumping into his forge, to carry sparklings that'll one day need to feed from him too. When he gets like this, he becomes more shameless when interfacing, doing everything in his power to get the mech pumping their spike into him to pump in a heavy load of transfluid too. He'll do everything he needs to do, whether it be tightening his valve callipers, rocking his hips back into thrusts more, or pushing his tits further into his partner's faceplate. As long as it'll result in transfluid spills into his forge he'll be happy. And he won't be satiated with just one overload. Even when his partner needs a break from fucking, he'll just find himself on top of them, working his servo up and down their shaft before it retracts as he strakes them back to full pressurization, just before sinking back down on it all over again.

✦ Starscream - Starscream has slightly smaller than average titties, but in his opinion, it's the shape that matters, and not the size. He's very right about that when it comes to his tits. His tits are a dark grey that match his face and are perky with a surprising amount of bounce to them.

As the #1 narcissist of all Cybertronians, Screamer absolutely prizes his boobs. While he might start angrily huffing when his tits are fondled by his partners, it's all a farce. He's an absolute slut for having his boobs played with. Whenever he's self servicing, while his digits are busy circling his node, his other servo is gliding over his cockpit, sliding upwards until he feels soft and sensitive protoform. He lets out soft pants, his plump lips falling open as his optics narrow to slits-- he would never get tired of it.

Whenever Screamer's partners want to touch his tits, he always snaps at them, saying some shit about they're too perfect for them to dirty with their servos, yet he can feel his valve throb at the thought. The only times Screamer doesn't allow his partner to touch his tits is when they're his size, but he might let them if they grovel. But when it's a mech much bigger than him? It's a whole other story. He would die before saying out loud but he's addicted to having big, warm servos on his tits, dwarfing them as they manhandle them with ease, pinching his nozzles with flat digits pads or just giving them a nice, long squeeze that'll have him struggling to not moan like a pleasurebot.

With his larger partners, without them even needing to ask, he's already in their lap, legs wrapped around their waist as his chassis transforms away and reveals his rack. He arches his back so that his tits are pressed onto his partner's frame and looks at them with a knowing smirk-- he knows they won't be able to resist. It always ends with him letting out shrill cries of pleasure, truly living up to his name as his his valve is drilled into and his tits are thoroughly abused.

✦ Skywarp - As the resident Nemesis Fragbuddy™️, it's no surprise that Warp has bigger than average tits. His tits are light gray and have big, perky nozzles that are always begging to be pulled on. He owns crystal and metal pink barbell nozzle piercings that are (unsurprisingly) always seen gleaming on his nozzles. Skywarp's an absolute masochist, loving the feeling of his tits being roughly fondled or bitten down so hard he leaks energon. Warp fucks his way around on the Nemesis looking for not only the best mech to fuck him but also someone with hands big and skilled enough mess with his tits the way he likes it. He isn't really a big fan of having his boobs softly caressed and massaged-- he need them to be -- he wants his tits to be absolutely bruised, aching and possibly even bleeding when his partner is done. It's the only way to get off by playing with his tits.

Since Warp has slept with a lot of the decepticon crew and is a kinky fucker, he's definitely had some interesting things done to his boobs. He's had people bring magnets close to his nozzle piercings, forcing his piercings to follow and tug on his nozzles until he's squealing. Skywarp's given plenty of boobjobs too, sandwiching a spike between his pillowy tits as he rubs them up and down his partner's shaft and if he's lucky to have a partner bigger than him, their spike will reach past his cleavage and find its way into his already drooling intake.

His favorite thing ever is to have his tits roughed up while someone's banging up his valve. Just having a nice, thick spike plowing him is more than enough to get him off, but having a mech bite down on his nozzles, pulling on the piercing as the other hand mercilessly gropes his soft mesh? He'll for sure be an incoherent mess, optics rolling back as he's giggling stupidly from the pleasure wracking his frame.

✦ Thundercracker - Despite this seeker's standoffish, slightly prudish behavior when it comes to the discussion of interfacing, and his truly romantic personality, he has a huge rack hiding behind his armor. Out of all of his trine, Thundercracker's boobs are the biggest, bounciest, and the most attractive. Screamer and Skywarp are so totally jealous of him but truth be told, TC would definitely trade his with theirs anytime. He found it a nuisance to have such soft protometal sitting on his chest and the sensitivity that comes with it. They're just so soft and flimsy, making it so much easier to grope them with wandering servos and watch as the sensitive protometal nearly spills out between digit gaps. And it's exactly what other mechs think of them.

Thundercracker hates to admit it, but would die to have someone worship his tits, pinch his nozzles and bring one into their intake, murmuring on the soft mesh about how fucking perfect his boobs are. TC's face would be so flushed, coolant dripping down his faceplate while he tries to keep his cute moans from escaping his vocalizer. The sweet praises would go to his head and he 100% will melt into the touch of his partner if they did that, maybe even hook a leg around their waist and beg for them to fuck him already before he's overloading already, creaming around nothing while his needy valve clenches pathetically on a spike that isn't there.

#vetty's works. ✿#vetty's thirsts. ✿#dom reader #top reader #transformers #transformers x reader #valveplug #megatron #megatron x reader #soundwave #soundwave x reader #starscream #starscream x reader #skywarp #thundercracker #thundercracker x reader #maccadam

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brawnsleloenigmadoublesonic · 5 months ago

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I want someone to write a crack fic about this so bad

G1 Decepticons are such dumb goofy bimbos, I'm honestly surprised the show didn't end in season 1 with all the cons as pregnant slutty wives.

It could happen even without any effort or intent on autobot's part, it's fully in-character for Megatron to suddenly come up with some ridiculous plan that involves them all getting knocked up. I mean, these soft sparked, goody two shoes autolosers wouldn't dare to ever raise a servo against a carrying mech, right? Especially if the sparkling is theirs! They could raid all the energon, unimpeded! Perfect plan!

How would they go about getting sparked, though... Maybe some just choose different targets and jump them at the first opportunity, and others try seduction instead. (Insert megop with their cliche "oh no we're trapped in a cave-in guess we're fucking") Autobots are flabbergasted. Cons are suddenly hunting them for their spikes lol

Anyway, the plan is a huge success!! Not only these autonerds now can't fight them, they start bringing them energon themselves! (Autobots are even more confused now. They can't exactly harm a carrier, but they can't let them terrorize and steal from humans either. Plus, their morals wouldn't let them be deadbeat sires so providing for their new wives is no-brainer. Besides there's a lot of headcanons about g1 decepticons and autobots being different castes/constructs so the cultural differences could also be at play.)

Decepticons are so wrapped up in gloating about their "victory" they don't realise that autobots "servicing" them is just wooing and basic prenatal care lmao. From autobot perspective cons just got super horny and insisted on fragging raw for some reason. Now they have a whole faction of ditzy, whiny, demanding carriers. Oh well, anything is better than war. -🛝

Yes!!! They're such sweet wives, even if they're a little awkward about asking for what they need. Oh they're wonderful at demanding it, sure, but when you give them a little kiss on the forehead and ask them if they need anything else? They get so awkward and unsure, it's frankly adorable! Though, it does make the autobots feel a little bad that their poor pretty wives don't feel safe asking for things. They just want to be good sires and make them comfortable!

#valveplug #mechpreg #decepticons a+ planning #transformers g1

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yayasvalveplay · 3 months ago

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Hmmm... What is happening with Orion in Decepticons win AU?

How is he?

Did you mean Optimus, or the Omega Supreme?

Omega is still around (If the Nemesis is also a shuttle mech, because that HC is so fun.) She and Omega can have so much fun. After all they need more shuttle mechs, and what perfect way to break in an autobot shuttle then getting him pregnant.

If we are talking about optimus

He is not doing great at all, being stuck on Megatrons spike all the time, I think he'd be the second mech getting sparked right off the bat.

He hates it. He's tried fighting, but now. I think he was the first to be broken. Really what could one do to a warframe let alone the leader who sparked you up. A much as he wishes he could fight. No one is coming to save him.

The Deceptcons won. And he has a bitty to take care of.

He's so sorry he had to bring her into this world. sorry as a reminder to what was lost, sorry, sorry-

Sari

#decepticons win au #megop

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sloptimustoptimus · 8 months ago

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PATROL PARTNER: JAZZ X READER ONESHOT

NSFW 18+ ONLY

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After a long day on patrol, both you and Jazz were relaxing at the autobot base, the sunset casting a warm glow over his sleek body, sitting next to you and leaning back to take in the evening. He looked so good right now, lost in thought, without thinking you moved a hand to his thigh.

“Woah, um…” he paused, “you do realise if you..” trailing off, he saw the look in your eyes: you weren’t going to be talked out of wanting him. He was conflicted, he didn't want to hurt you with his much larger body but he was aching to feel you under him. He was pent up as much as you were, spending all day every day together had built up an unbearable tension between you.

“Jazz, please, I need you, I know what I want” begging had seemed below you before, but you would do anything for him to give in to his want for you. He met your gaze and smiled, excited like he’d hatched a plan, “Come with me if you’re sure”

“I’m certain”

He led you through the base to his own quarters, a warm and inviting space where he was sure you’d be uninterrupted. Jazz sat on the edge of his berth, motioning for you to join him. You gasped as you found him lifting you up to straddle his thigh facing him, you felt yourself getting wet due to nothing but the contact, it felt desperate. You were desperate.

Eager to feel him on every inch of your body, you quickly peeled off your top, you could feel Jazz’ optics focused on your chest as you showed it off to him, squeezing and rubbing your soft tits for him. Jazz moved a slender servo to your chest, the other on your lower back, holding your hips steady as you fought the urge to rock yourself back and forth on him for friction.

Moving his servo from your chest to your chin, he lowered his head down to kiss you, pushing his glossa between your lips, earning a small moan from you. He kissed you with hunger, like he needed you, nipping at your lips and licking your lips between kisses. He removed your trousers as quickly as he could to expose you almost completely, laid out on his berth. He lowered himself over you, caressing your body in its entirety, making time to feel every single inch of you, making you hum out small moans, his attentiveness sending a heat to your core that was dying for his spike.

“Please Jazz, I need to feel you,”

“You've got to be patient, beautiful”

His servos continued to grab gentle handfuls of your skin, from your thighs to your chest, driving you crazy with need, at this point your chest was heaving and sweat was beginning to form all over your skin. Finally, with one calculated movement Jazz ripped your underwear away from your body, sending the stringy pair flying across the room, making you giggle. He smiled down at you, drinking in your form as you laid with your legs apart beneath him he brought a finger to your dripping entrance, giving you one more look as if to ask your permission one more time.

With your affirming nod, he began to take you slowly with his long finger, hitting you at the most perfect angle, making you throw your head back with a long low moan that sent a wave of desire through Jazz’ body.

He was desperate to get his spike out, to fill you with it, but he couldn't hurt you. So he had to make you come first.

Dipping back down to kiss you, he picked up his pace, it felt so good, it was like he already knew your body. He loved watching you writhe around in pleasure, the faces you made along with the noises you let out only drove him to try adding another finger; this alone stretched you out, making you moan out into the gentle noise of his record collection. He was so thorough in pleasing you, kissing your neck, stroking your legs, gently rubbing your clit all on top of his fingers deep inside you was enough too send you over the edge, you began to shake, tension building in your limbs.

“Tell me, how is it baby?” his low whisper sent vibrations down your spine,

“So-” you struggled out “So good, I’m”

You couldn't finish speaking as you finished, spilling onto Jazz’ fingers while you tightened around him, panting and moaning as he looked down on you, optics locked onto you. Slowly, he retracted his fingers from you, “You ready?” he was asking genuinely, “Yes, Jazz, I’m ready”.

In one thin hiss, he freed his spike, it was impressive, as long as your torso if you had to guess and already leaking luminous transfluid onto your stomach. Kneeling on top of you, he began to position himself at your entrance, throbbing with need for his huge spike. Entering you with a lovingly slow pace, Jazz’ moans were so beautiful, you could look past the excruciating pain of stretching out around him. He hilted his spike as deep as he could, finding you could take most of him, your legs already shaking from the sensation of being entered by him.

“Are you alright? You're doing so well,” He encouraged you softly, not moving a digit till you reply

“Oh Jazz, please,” you whined, “please take me” looking up into his blue optics as he began to move his hips out of you, then back in again. Every thrust was calculated with you in mind, hitting every sensitive spot along your walls with his thick length, he needed to make you feel good, and the need to do it had him speeding up.

Your moans were like music to his audio receptors, adding fuel to the fire, bringing his lips to your neck, he began licking and nipping at the skin, not enough to leave a mark, but just enough to make you tighten around his spike. Humming into the nape of your neck, Jazz felt himself getting close to his overload, feeling you begin to finish around him drew him dangerously close.

With gritted denta, and a laser focus, Jazz pushed through your orgasm, leaning on his outstretched arms, rubbing your sensitive clit as you twitch on his berth. Before he could even fully pull out of you, he began to finish himself, ribbons of transfluid painting your worn pussy and heaving torso. The sight of it almost re-pressurised Jazz’ spike, but he knew you’d be tired now, as much as you did wish he could have you again, you were spent.

After cleaning you off, Jazz laid you on his chest to fall asleep, his large arms around your body in the low light. “That was amazing, baby” Jazz mused, “So good, Jazz”.

#transformers smut #transformers jazz #tf jazz #jazz x reader #tf jazz fanfic #tfa jazz #animated jazz

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love-and-war-on-cybertron · 5 months ago

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Heyy, can I request some wavewave with a side of sex pollen experiment stuff, probably Shockwave's fault. Preferably TFP and with Soundwave on bottom.

This ship has ruined my life but I have not seen this trope done

That is if you like the ship ofc, if not then thats perfectly fine.

Can you really say it's his fault when it is entirely intentional? Honestly I really love this ship and the different dynamics depending on the continuity. I wrote this all in one go cause I was tired of life and writers block. First time I ever wrote for these two so I hope you like it! Thank you for the first ship request!

Walking into the communications room with the experimental coating on his plating, Shockwave approaches with no comment. No word. No acknowledgements. Single optic focused on the screens as Soundwave goes about his duties. It takes a moment, he knew it would. It has to permeate. Spread. Get into the silent bots systems. Even then, Soundwave knew his fellow Decepticon had a great deal of self control. If it worked…. WHEN it worked, Soundwave would act. shockwave watches the screens and listens to the typing. It slows.

tap tap tap It slows. tap… tap… tap… It stops.

Soundwave turns, facing Shockwave. Optic to face screen. No words needed. Those cables come out from their housing, inching towards the purple mech's waist and pulling him closer. He may have seemed calm and collected, but Shockwave knew what it meant for the Spy to do anything outside of a locked and secured private quarters. If studies had been fruitful, his circuits would be charged, plating heated uncomfortably so.

With his one servo, Shockwave touches his lovers chest and slowly drags it down. Indeed, plating was warming up. Lower. Lower. The snap of a valve panel opening his reward.

"You seem to be aroused." He says plainly, clawed digits tracing the outer opening but refusing to go any further. Soundwave nods, "Do you request assistance?" Another nod, "Very well."

It's easy enough moving the angular frame of soundwave. Pushing him forward till bent over his console. Legs already spread, valve already exposed. This is an experiment after all, shockwave must observe. The soft mesh is swollen and dripping. The anterior node pulsing. Running his thumb down the center is all it takes for transfluid to coat it. He makes mental notes on the consistency. How slick it is between two digits. Cables wrap around his wrist and drag it back to rub against Soundwave's valve. Shockwave allows it, watching as the angular mech arches back, frame shuddering.

Shockwave rests his gun against the console, coming closer to observe the face screen of Soundwave. The way it dims and brightens as his digits slide in to the knuckle joint. Servos grip the console, frame shakes. A cable wraps around the purple mech's neck in accusation.

"A coating over my armor. Something that can be used in battle against the Autobots." A drag of fingers against the internal mesh and interior nodes, "If they cannot fight, they cannot defeat us."

The cable loosens and pulls away, instead rubbing against Soundwave's modesty panel. He knows what he wants. It would be a lie to deny any affects on his own person. Something that would need to be tweaked before being deployed on the battle field.

"No." He says, "Not yet."

An electrical whine of distaste in such a command. Soundwave settle instead to press the screen of his visor to Shockwave's single optic. His flat, angular arm is perfect to hook around Shockwave's helm and keep him close.

"Impatient."

In an almost apologetic gesture, Shockwave uses his thumb to stimulate the other's anterior node. the clench of calipers on his digits and a gush of transfluid the result. Soundwave arches again, exventing heavily. Shockwave keeps the pace slow, scanning over the other and taking note of temperature changes, spikes in readings. Most importantly, the sounds coming from the typically silent mech. Sounds only he was privy to.

"Good." He says, receiving a particularly quiet keening. Mesh walls of his valve clenching as transfluid makes an even bigger mess of his hand. Shockwave wanted to examine said mess, take notes, but his own systems were heating and sparking. Soundwave's cables wrapped around his waist and against his still closed panel. This is an experiment, Shockwave reminds himself. He must remain firm with himself… Even if his spike is straining against metal.

Pulling away, is met with a tighter hold.

"Soundwave."

A growl and tighter hold.

"I see…" Perhaps it would be good to test if interfacing… rid the main subject of the effects, "face me."

With one arm holding up a leg, Shockwave braces himself against the console. Soundwave has his servos on the screen. A servo on the Spy's waist. A cable guiding the scientists spike to his valve. Screen visor to Optic. Vents matching pace as he bids the other to waist. Impatience and want ignoring the command.

Then its hot, slick mesh over his spike. Cables pulling the two closer and keeping them that way. Shockwave sees the visor glitch out for a brief moment. Only a moment. Even he cannot deny the need for moment. Gears shifting, chassis groaning. Energon racing through his systems.

"Move."

Shockwave acknowledges the order, a rare word from the other. Rolling his body to pull out slowly, then thrusting up to the hilt. Soundwave's valve swallowing the spike happily. Shockwave had never been shy or felt inadequate with the plain spike he had. Never felt the need or inclination to modify it. Soundwave was more than satisfied with his abilities. Who needed a glossa or pulsating spike when technique was more than adequate?

Behind him, the control panel groaned in protest. Each thrust making Soundwave grip tighter. Threatening the equipment's integrity. His Valve squeezing tight as his second overload threatened to come quickly. One downside of rarely interfacing was the sensitivity. At least, that's what Soundwave thought. Shockwave found it efficient. To bring his partner to completion multiple times in quick succession did much to strengthen his bond, and remind the Spy who could please him best.

Metal scrapes against metal as Soundwave grinds down to meet every thrust. Vents expelling hot air as his spark hums loudly. It's not long before his cables pull Shockwave tight to his chassis again. Keeping him buried inside his valve as another Overload rushes through his systems. "Satisfactory?" The cables wind their way around the base of his spike and squeeze. "Understood…"

#wavewave #shockwave x soundwave #shockwave #soundwave #transformers prime fic #I'm still working on the part two's but life is rough rn and i keep restarting.

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transformers-spike · 4 months ago

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Some rambles about the term lovemaking I know terms like fucking or fragging are used a lot (spiking too sometimes) - and for good reason too. They are hot in their own way, but they can't capture the absolute emotional whirlwind of "lovemaking". Yeah, Megatron is typically interpreted as rough (and I do see why people enjoy this view of him), but I've always been feral over him acting like a clingy cat. Rubbing himself all over his human while his engine rumbles, nuzzling them without any chance of escape. I like writing him being doting in his fucked up way, a perfect juxtaposition between how monstrous he is as a character and how strangely tender he can be (while also being very creepy about it). Yes, he is aggressive. Yes, he is cruel. But he reserves a special kind of "love" (not healthy by any means) for his human. Anyway, let Megatron make love. Let all of the cons make love. You'll get out of it questioning your life choices, sure - but it's nice to see ruthless soldiers being gentle with their partners I could go into the nature of attachment and how easy it is to twist it (Autobots too - no one is safe here), but that's a story for another day

#transformers x reader #transformers x human #transformers prime #valveplug #maccadam #headcanon hour #tfp megatron #tfp megatron x reader

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static-blue050 · 7 months ago

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Forget it! Imma make a Rotb and Prime crossover. The catch?

It has Miroah (horrayy!)

And possibly Prime Optiratch (double horrayy)

So look out for: Abstraction And Collation- on AO3 (very VERY soon)

Here's the protolog for the fic:

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After heading home from a long day with the autobots, Jack spots a fallen man on the streets. Thinking it's just a random drunk, the autobot badge that the man wears said otherwise.

Not only that, but Arcee spots Cybertronian technology wrapped around the man's wrist and energy signals that seem too familiar to be coming from a human.

Or:

After the incident of Unicron, the Autobots work with G.I Joe to keep any interstellar threat at a minimum. After receiving a spike of high energy levels from a desecrated area, Noah, Mirage, Arcee are sent to check it out. With Prime and Bee keeping a close watch in case of backup. But a sudden flash left them disorientated and their new surroundings left them perplexed.

Or:

Soundwave managed to create an interdimensional ground bridge. Unfortunately, it only managed to stay open for 15 minutes before snapping shut. He was left satisfied when five new signals passed through the bridge.

Perfect for getting answers from.

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This is still a work in progress, idk how long imma take but I'm doing it! :D Let me cook u guys 🙏

#miroah #rotb #maccadam #transformers #noah diaz #mirage rotb #crossover #transformers prime #just watch #let me cook #optimus x ratchet #optiratch

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muletia · 2 months ago

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optimus x human!reader x ratchet valveplug

this piece was commissioned by a very epic anonymous. thank you so much for commissioning me! <3

there are still a few slots left if you are interested wink wink

cw: bimbo!optimus and bimbo!ratchet, both of them want to be sparked up by reader, strap referred as fake spike

"Oh, you're both so sweet!" you coo, petting the helms of the very crème de la crème of all Autobots.

Both Optimus and Ratchet are kneeling obediently in front of you, so close their thighs brush against one another, though with one small difference: Optimus’ servos are gripping his hips with excitement, while Ratchet’s servo lazily plays with the lips of his gray valve, flicking its folds with a single digit that slips inside now and then.

"You're even sweeter!" Optimus declares cheerfully, a carefree smile softening his war-worn faceplate. Though in this state, no one would dare say he played any important role other than your adorable, giggling toy. "And your spike is so beautiful!" he adds, his optics glowing a pastel pink — one of the less extreme side effects of synthetic energon — flitting momentarily to your artificial spike, securely strapped to a strap. "I've never seen one more beautiful."

"Awww, Opti, you're adorable," you lean in gently over that large helm, once full of serious, difficult thoughts, to press a few quick kisses there, into which Optimus seems to push his helm eagerly. A soft, low giggle echoes through Ratchet's habsuite.

Your little display of affection, however, doesn't quite sit well with Ratchet. Jealousy shows on his pitiful pout and glistens in the tears pooling in the corners of his optics like two shimmering pearls meant to lure your attention back to him.

It’s just so, like, unfair that Optimus stole all your affection!

"And me?" Ratchet speaks up, desperation lacing his hiccuped whimper, "I'm adorable too, right? More than Optimus?"

"Aww, girls, you're both beautiful," you soothe, planting kisses on both Optimus' and Ratchet's foreheads, cheeks and lips, drawing sweet giggles from the two of them. "And you have such pretty valves," you murmur, your hungry gaze dropping to their dripping, puffy valves, clearly working overtime judging by the little puddles of pink fluid between their legs. "Perfect for sparking up."

The keyword hits. Both mechs whine in unison, begging you to use their valves roughly. And you swear their expressions somehow got even dumber as if any remaining thoughts had oozed out through their valves along with the transfluid, because they’ve clearly become so fixated on being breed by you that they forgot they even have another tool, one now pathetically straining behind a modesty panel.

"Ohhh, you like that idea, huh?"

Eager nods, drawn-out moans, and whines are the only answers you get. Just as you suspected, their minds have drifted too far to grasp full thoughts anymore.

"Ratchet, honey, can you play with your valve for me in the meantime? I promise I’ll be right back with you."

All you get in response is a confused whine. Poor, dumb Ratchet might not even understand what you're saying. So you gently take his servo in your own and guide it down to his valve, pushing past the heated lips. You’re convinced the rhythmic motion of him sinking thick digits inside is purely automatic, sparked by some vague sense of potential pleasure.

"Good mech," you murmur, and he whines again.

"And as for you, sweetheart, will you show me your pretty valve?"

"H-huh?"

"Aft up, sweetheart."

Somehow, Optimus obeys your request, though he keeps glancing back at you, checking for signs of approval, making sure he’s doing it right, until at last he presents his neat aft, helm nearly grazing the floor.

"[Name], please!" he whimpers, giving his aft a little shake. Just to tempt you.

"Alright, alright, easy now," you say, aligning your strap right against the entrance of that tight paradise.

"F-faster!"

You don’t need any further encouragement. With the full strength of your hips, you slam the fake spike all the way inside, plunging into Optimus’ valve with zero resistance. His sweet moan is immediately drowned out by the wet sounds of your toy dragging against his walls all the way to his tank, which you kiss again and again with your tip. You establish a fast rhythm, relentlessly pounding his valve. After all, you wouldn’t want your other pretty toy waiting too long.

"Would you like to be a carrier, Opti?" you ask, unsure if any of your words reach him in this state, when all he can manage are ohs and ahs. "You’d look so good with a cute baby bump full of our sparklings."

“S-sparked up…” Optimus mumbles, voice slurred from the saliva pooling in his intake, already dripping to the floor.

A dozen thrusts later, Optimus’ valve tightens around your strap, milking it for nonexistent transfluid. You give it one last solid push and pink fluid splashes out around your spike, a clear sign that it’s time to stop neglecting Ratchet.

You pull out, though Optimus keeps his aft raised for a while longer, babbling nonsense, mostly variations of “sparked up” and “carrier”, before one servo settles on his belly, stroking it tenderly, as if he truly believed something new was already forming inside.

"Alright, honey, I’m back," you turn to Ratchet, though all you get in response is another confused whimper.

"You can stop fingering yourself now."

"Huh?" All your words are so hard, so complex. Not like self-servicing, there’s no philosophy there.

You have to physically pry his transfluid-slicked servo away from his valve, which earns you an unhappy whine.

"What’s wrong, Ratty? I thought you wanted to be sparked up?"

“Mhmmm. Spa-sparked, ah!”

"Then show me your pretty valve."

Seeing that verbal instructions completely failed to reach these bots with pink cotton candy in place of processors, you take matters into your own hands, parting Ratchet’s legs yourself. Instinctively, he raises his aft just slightly to help you out.

Kneeling down, you align the tip of your toy between the folds of his swollen, overstimulated valve and plunge it all the way inside in one stroke, which rewards you with the beautiful sight of Ratchet’s backstrut arching in response.

Without a shred of mercy, you go at his valve just as you did with his predecessor (now still playing with his valve, mumbling about sparklings), making sure that every thrust kisses his tank. That alone is enough to bring the medic to overload within a few dozen strokes. Pink fluids splash across your strap, but you give him a moment to milk it greedily before his valve finally lets go, allowing you to pull out freely.

"You two are going to be wonderful baby mamas." you murmur, and that certainly gets their attention.

“[Name], ah, sparklings,” Optimus mewls, digits now fiddling with the folds of his valve, holding them open for you.

“S-sparked up,” Ratchet adds, doing the same.

And just for a moment, your laughter drowns out their endless whining.

#muletia writes #transformers x reader #transformers x human #valveplug #optimus x reader #ratchet x reader #bimbo optimus #bimbo ratchet #i wasn't kidding about the weird kinks btw #it's hard to gross me out lmao

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smallestapplin · 3 months ago

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You kind of touched on this a little bit in one of your other writings, (Reader/Autobot Harem im pretty sure?) but could we get Sunstreaker and Sideswipe spitroasting the reader...? It was so silly and i feel like they'd make such a great synchronized duo for their partner. Plus the way you write the size difference/belly bulge makes me claw at the walls of my enclosure and I desperately require more in my life

I absolutely can! I love these two little shits

Warnings : gn!reader your hole is referred to as a valve, belly bulge, needy Top Sideswipe, kinda mean Sunstreaker, mild throat bulging

Mdni you will be blocked! Adults only, please!

“Filthy little thing, aren’t ya?” Sunstreaker growls, his engine revving in a deep purr. Optics eyeing your small squishing frame hanging between him and Sideswipe, from this position he can see your throat stretching, everytime he moves his spike making you take so much more of him, feeling you choke around him as he puts a servo around your neck letting himself feel what he’s doing to you.

“You’re just made for taking spike- Frag! Clenchin’ around me like that, you want me to stuff this valve of my transfluid, yeah?” Please say yes, he can’t take his optics off of you!

Sideswipe’s drool is already leaking down his chin dripping onto your body, you take his spike so easily but he can’t help but grow enthralled watching your body struggle to truly fit him, watching with every thrust the outline of his spike appears showing just how deep he is inside you.

Just the sight is enough to make his helm spin, your small plush body is perfect for them perfect for taking their spikes and transfluid. His optics brighten the closer he gets to overloading, taking in the way your body jiggles with every thrust, listening to your muffled mewls as you’re pushed onto Sunstreaker’s spike.

Sideswipe moves a servo from your hip to your lower stomach just above your sex, carefully pressing down on the bulge of his throbbing shaft. The red bot drools at the feeling, how you clench so effortlessly around him, desperate to keep him in and milk him for all he’s worth.

You can barely breathe, your mind heavy with lust as you hang upside down between two larger mechs rutting into you like you’re the perfect toy for them, your hole snuggly stretched around Sideswipe’s twitching length as you try to suck on. So filled, so full, your eyes roll back as your hips try so hard to grind against Sideswipe as you cum, your filled heat clenching tightly fluttering as your cum gushes, coating his pelvis.

Sideswipe groans loudly, nearly a whimper as his hips buck frantically, fucking himself stupid as he overloads, his transfluid pumping into you, filling you with his hot creamy spent.

Sunstreaker isn’t far behind, his optics flizzling as your drawn out moan vibrates around his spike, many him curse under his breath as he fills your throat with his load, making you swallow as much as you could, even though most spill from around your mouth.

Sunstreaker pulls out slowly, taking in the messy sight of you as he gently lifts your upper body and supports you into sitting up.

“There you are, our good little shareware. Think you can handle more?” Despite his words, the yellow mech kisses the top of your head tenderly.

You don’t get a chance to answer him, merely clinging to his servos with a sob as Sideswipe continues. Sunstreaker looks up, livid glare across his face plate as his brother won’t stop thrusting into you.

“Hey, dumbaft! Cool it, would ya? It’s time to switch.”

“Can’t…fraaag- I can’t they feel so, so good! Just one more-“

“Slow down…! S’much, t’much—!!” You mewl, holding onto Sunstreaker as you plead. Turns were in fact promised, and Sunstreaker will be damned if he doesn’t get a turn with your human valve!

#smut #spicy #valveplug #transformers smut #transformers x reader smut #transformers sideswipe smut #transformers Sunstreaker smut #transformers x human #transformers Sunstreaker x reader smut #transformers Sunstreaker x reader #transformers sideswipe x reader #transformers sideswipe x reader smut #mdni #mdni blog

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blueikeproductions · 9 months ago

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The Trigger collab animation came out and it’s the best thing Transformers has done in the current decade.

Truly a love letter to Transformers from G1 to EarthSpark, it squeezes in everything it possibly can from most media. However the catch is that it’s only animated media and the live action movies, the comics (any assorted manga, Marvel, Dreamwave, IDW & Skybound) aren’t referenced, while some Japanese exclusive stuff gets a lil’ bit more attention (understandable since it’s, y’know, Japanese fans being nostalgic about the anime they grew up with).

Transformers Go, Q-Transformers, and the Beast Wars anime got particular attention.

This shot of Liger Megatron and Green Lion Lio Convoy is especially cool.

I think initially I was expecting a Trigger animated greatest hits from select moments from each show, and while they still technically do that in spots…

It’s mostly a mega crossover with different characters interacting otherwise.

And it’s all the better for it.

I mean where else are you gonna find TFA Optimus about to smash Masterforce Overlord’s face in?

There’s no real narrative, it’s just random cool shots though the closest thing to a framing device is the PV opening with Vector Prime looking down on Cybertron across all time lines.

Regarding EarthSpark’s contributions to the short, they’re minimal. The Terrans and Mandroid don’t appear at all, which is a little bizarre.

ES Megatron appears among the other Decepticon leaders instead of being with ES Optimus on the Autobot leader side.

You’d think Mandroid would be there next to BWII Galvatron instead, but I guess not. Sadly they omitted RiD15 Steeljaw too, instead using RiD15 Megatronus Prime’s floating head.

SatAM Robotnik voice: Ah well, life is not perfect.

The main ES rep are the Maltos.

This just reinforces ES needed to be 2D, because they actually look good. Roche’s style doesn’t work in 3D.

Anyway the human cast they chose for this final shot amuses me.

Love seeing my favorite Clays being included. The lack of RiD Steeljaw (G1 Steeljaw did appear with Lio Junior and RiD15 Aerobolt though) is forgiven.

Anyhow, the specific use of the Clays, the (S3) Witwickys, the Maltos and the Onishis (this is especially funny since Koji’s mom never met her universe’s Optimus) is somehow very random, but also kinda appropriate. Like I get Spike and Dot’s families, since it serves as bookends, but the Clays and Onishis still feel a bit random. Still, including both Robots in Disguise families is a nice touch in my book!

The short ends with a different bookend as mentioned.

What starts out as G1 Prime & Megs transitions to ES Prime & Megs shaking hands. The old with the current series. It works~! I admit I’m surprised they didn’t include TFONE somehow. I know it’s technically not out yet, but there’s enough material to have had Orion and D-16 have some kind of tussle. It would’ve been an interesting way to tie it into the above scene and this one:

When it comes to general rep, the stuff that gets the most focus is G1, Beast Wars, Animated, & Galaxy Force. Cyberverse doesn’t really get anything beyond the leader shot, but there is this awesome but very random shot of Croaton over looking Holi’s Rescue Patrol walking on a beach littered with the dead bodies of the generic Decepticons from “War Dawn”.

Sucks to be you guys.

It also occurs to me the Rescue Bots cartoons appear to be omitted along with BotBots, but that might partly be due to them not having Japanese releases? I’m not sure, but it’s funny how Q-Transformers is acknowledged of all things, but not Heatwave or Burgertron. Maaaaybe that’s for the best on the later…

Still the PV is a blast and is pry the most earnest passion project that GETS Transformers vs what we’ve been getting post Aligned cartoon wise.

I still hope this leads to a proper TF anime series made by Trigger, like what happened with Gridman. We need a return to good 2D animated TF shows and not more CGI slop like WFC or S2 ES. That Beast Wars and Machines are still superior despite being retro by today’s standards says something…

The catch however is the original video is region locked…

but some fans have ripped it and posted it on their YT:

youtube

So go check it out while you can! It’s pure Energon-y goodness!

#maccadam #transformers #blueike #blueike productions #studio trigger #Youtube

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still-not-over-transformers · 2 years ago

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Here is some content for whilst I continue to work on my requests. I just really got inspired to write some Headcanons for (TFP and TF Earthspark Starscream x Reader) and how they would show their affection for the reader.

TFP & TFE Starscream x Reader Headcanons (Showing Affection to GN Human Reader)

Word Count: 900+

TFP:

Let’s face it, showing others genuine affection and praise doesn’t come easy for Starscream. This could most likely be from himself receiving more criticism and spite than respect and positive reinforcement. So when it comes to showing (Y/N) affection, it’s subtle, especially if other prying eyes or optics are watching.

At first he would be aloof towards you in public settings, especially around the other Vehicons and Decepticons on the Nemesis. Then it would gradually turn into little jabs at how small you were, and how a helpless human such as yourself couldn’t possibly navigate the Nemesis on your own. But he was willing to “graciously” lend you a helping hand, so to speak.

Despite initially choosing to ignore your presence, Starscream would quickly switch to insisting on having you near him as much as possible. The first time he received a compliment from you, he tried to brush it off with prideful boasting, “Yes, yes of course you would recognize my brilliance. As Second-in Command of the Decepticons, I must always set a stunning example for the troops.” Underneath the vain facade, the Seeker would conceal his fluster, as secretly he questioned what you gained from complimenting him.

After a while, Starscream would begin to show slightly more obvious signs of affection for you. He couldn’t allow others to see him fawning over you, so he was sneaky about it. Often his favorite method to get you alone would be to take you out on patrols with him whilst in his alt-mode. This is when the Seeker would open up more to you, sharing his frustrations regarding work-life, Megatron being an unfit leader, etc. You were taken by surprise when he asked for your opinions on matters, as it was unlike Starscream to ask for anyone else’s thoughts.

Winning Starscream’s affections was a long-game, but once you had his spark, you were his and his alone. Starscream doesn’t like to share after all. Especially not his precious little human.

As for nsfw: He’s a huge tease. He enjoys feeling in control and often instigates intimate encounters. Making you hot and bothered until you begged him to finally enter you. If you give him a cheeky compliment on his frame or his spike, it was easy to tell if he was flustered by the twitching of his wings. Oh and his wings are VERY sensitive, if stroked in the perfect spots, it was very erotic for him. He’s very kinky and really enjoys bondage (for you) and has a stash of toys in his private chambers.

TFE:

Starscream’s encounters with humans hadn’t been necessarily positive while he had been on Earth. G.H.O.S.T had seen to sew mistrust in his spark, making him reluctant to trust any human. But then of course, there was you. When he first encountered you, he fully expected screams of terror or you to flip out and run away begging for the Autobots to come save you from the evil, selfish, traitorous… Starscream. But you didn’t. You addressed him the same way anyone would when meeting a stranger for the first time. No judgment.

This was a first for the Seeker, and it only further piqued his curiosity and interest for you. Initially, his old bad habits took over and well, he kind of kidnapped you. But only because he feared being sold out to G.H.O.S.T, or having Megatron find him again… Self-preservation, something Starscream was very good at. He wasn’t rough with you at all, just was keeping you close to him “for your safety”, as he initially told you. Sure enough, after spending more time with you, Starscream’s guard slowly lowered as he realized you weren't a threat.

Trust wasn’t something easily won from the Seeker, but you steadily earned it. The first time Starscream didn’t hover around you and allowed you space, he was pleasantly surprised you didn’t try to escape. Starscream would slowly open up, telling stories of his adventures as a Seeker before the Great War. He didn’t open up to just anyone, so to see the genuine look of interest and awe in your eyes made him feel something. Something new.

Starscream tried to be subtle in expressing his affections, asking you to help map out stars in your galaxy, or assisting him with selecting new locations to scout. But despite all of his cunning and skills at deception, he couldn’t lie convincingly to you. So if he had a surprise planned for you, it was apparent on his faceplate. If questioned as to what he was up to, Starscream would brush it off as a glitch in his system.

Sometimes he would show off a bit to you. Even allowing you to go on flights with him, his favorite moments being when he shocked you with barrel-rolls and gunned it at high-G’s. Any bit of joyous or excited laughter would make his spark skip a beat. Starscream realized that he could in fact, make someone smile rather than cower, and he was glad he made you happy.

As for nsfw: He would be a little shy at first, maybe a bit flustered by being desired this way. Starscream would be a gentle lover as the two of you initially began your intimate endeavors. Making sure you were comfortable, going slow, giving more than receiving. As his confidence grew, however, he would reveal just how naughty he was. He had an edging kink for sure, getting off at bringing you close to ecstasy and then withholding it from you. Also it is no surprise that the silver-tongued Seeker would be rather good at oral. He definitely got off on seeing you squirm in pleasure at his touch, and he enjoyed kissing every inch of your body.

#transformers #transformers prime #decepticons #transformersprime #starscream #earthspark #starscream transformers #starscream earthspark #tfp starscream #transformers earthspark #transformers x reader insert #transformers headcanons #starscream x reader #starscream x reader insert

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emotionallyattachednerd · 1 year ago

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Storm's Heat Part 2 | IDW Drift/Deadlock x f!robot reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 4900+ ( 2400+ each scenario )

Warnings: Smut ( spike in valve, breeding kink and knotting ), some violence and attempted/mentions of non-con. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Finally, I've managed to get something done with writing. Sorry for the delay in posting anything. Was very busy over Christmas and than I caught a terrible bug that lasted weeks, and it's still lingering.

Even with the poll I still couldn't decide, so I did something with two scenarios. Am I crazy? Yeah, sure, why not? Normally the polls help but I just couldn't stop thinking about both outcomes. This is a two part story, one of each with a different scenario of events. Hope you all enjoy. 🥰

☕ Coffee

Becoming part of The Lost Light crew wasn't something you imagined yourself to be in, but you were really grateful and honoured to be offered such a position. Your job is to monitor and analyse data, simple enough for you, and you are eager to meet the crew.

Ratchet is the only one you've met before a number of times, and it's thanks to him that you got yourself on this crew. He was your first visit as you made your way towards the med bay, the only place you imagined the old medic to be lingering.

However, you managed to get yourself lost along the way down the endless halls, and as your helm was spinning you weren't paying attention and ran into someone, knocking your data pads onto the ground.

"Slag! I'm so sorry!" You hurry to gather the number of pads without looking up in your frazzled state.

"It's quite alright, it was an accident." They say before helping you gather what you dropped. The voice sounded strangely familiar, making you look at them finally.

They meet your gaze, confusion filling both his and your optics, before yours brisky widens. "Deadlock?"

He stares back at you, mute and bewildered that you're here, and calls him by his old name. He looks completely different, but you knew it was him, and his autobot badge even catches in your view.

Finally, he's able to find his voice in his startled state. "That's not my name anymore, darling. It's Drift now."

The way he called you darling makes you smile a little. It's been a while since you've last heard from him. In your last encounter you remember him as Deadlock, a decepticon you found yourself trapped within in your outpost, and decided to let yourself go and grasp into the unforgettable desire he provided.

Standing back up he offers back your data pads and you smile as you take them back. "Dead-Sorry, I mean Drift. What happened to you? You joined the autobots?"

Drift offers a tender smile. "A lot did happen, it's a very long story."

"Maybe we could catch up later?" You ask without hesitation. All you wanted was to talk with him, find out the story, if he wanted to speak about it that is.

For a moment he continues to stare before smiling more fondly. "That would be nice, of course we can. Where are you headed?"

"Medic bay, I wanted to speak with Ratchet, he's an old friend."

"Old friend? I'll need to hear that story." He smirks softly causing you to return the same. "Come, I'll walk you there."

It wasn't until much later that both you and Drift managed to find the time to meet and catch up. You were curious about his story, and just how he became an autobot. You end up meeting in his quarters just so you both had some privacy, his idea, and you sensed he had some things to say to you.

And a lot he said.

"Told you it was long. Banished Decepticon. Wreaker. Autobot. Interrogator. Public Relations Officer. And now, third in command aboard the Lost Light." Drift finishes with a light shrug as if it was all nothing.

"That's impressive. You've done and been through so much. You should be proud of yourself."

"I know, but not everything is perfect. I've done a lot of terrible things still, taken innocent lives, rained chaos as a decepticon. That's something I can never forget and I have to live with. That's what I've accepted."

"But how will you find peace then?" You ask for furrowing your optics slightly.

"Maybe I was never meant to find peace?"

"You've been given all these chances to become better, and you have. Punishing yourself won't change the past, but you can still find peace."

Drift listens and offers a soft smile. "Well, I found you again, so that might mean something?"

You can't help but blush a little. "Yeah, I believe so." He offers you more energon and you accept. It's quiet before he speaks again.

"You look well." Drift says to break the silence that lingered, and he looks as if he's nervous around you. You honestly thought it's cute.

"Thank you. You've changed a lot, but it's a good look on you."

He sits beside you on the sofa and fiddles with his servos, rolling his digits while staring at the floor, pondering over his thoughts. "I'm glad we bumped into one another. There is something I would like to say. What happened at the outpost, I'm sorry."

You furrow your optics a little. "Sorry? What do you mean?"

"I took advantage of you, it was wrong of me to do that. I've done a lot of terrible things in my life, many mistakes were made, a lot of innocent lives were taken by my servos, and that's something I'll live with forever. What I did to you, again, I'm sorry."

You continue to stare at him, still confused, and let your own thoughts ponder through your mind. "Do you seriously believe what we did was against my will?"

"Yes?" Now he sounds confused. "At least I pressured you, pushed you, didn't I?"

"I don't remember it like that." You shrug before thinking back to that moment. "I remember an autobot and a decepticon were trapped together in an outpost in the middle of a bad storm that lasted at least a month. In the moment, fractions didn't matter, and I wanted it to happen because I was so uptight about being cooped up. You showed me a pretty good time, and I never once held any regrets. Not once did I ever consider what happened was forced on me."

Drift listens as you speak, letting everything sink in through tender optics before letting out a long and quiet vent, as if relieved.

"Are you certain I didn't hurt you?"

"Not once did you hurt me. I promise." You touch his servo under your own, offering an assuring rub. "I'm...I'm glad we got to meet again, I was hoping we would cross paths."

"How so?" Drift is curious by what you mean.

You decide to not without holding back. Even if he rejects you, at least you could finally move on with him out of your thoughts, maybe. Leaning closer you meet his lips with your own and share a tender kiss.

You feel him tense, but it quickly departs, and then you feel him leaning into it, welcoming the delicate smooch. Tilting your helm you deepen it a little and coil your glossa with his own, which he softly eagerly accepts while moving his servos across your waist.

This entices you to straddle his lap and press yourself against his chassis, letting every moment of this last for as long as possible, because you didn't know if this will ever happen again or what Drift was even thinking at that moment. All that matters is he is kissing you back, and you are craving more from him.

Finally, the kiss is broken, but you remain close as you gaze into his optics, taking in the softness that swims in them. All you can do is offer a sheepish smile before speaking.

"Call me crazy, but I was hoping to find you again. You kind of left your mark, I couldn't stop thinking about you." The confession gets you all shy. "I don't know, just that...guess I like you. You might've changed your life, your name, but you're still you, and I feel drawn to you."

Drift listens, letting her words sink in before giving a tender smile, reaching up to caress her cheek plating. "It's not crazy. I'll admit, I thought about you from time to time, wondering where you were and what you were doing with yourself. I honestly didn't expect to run into you again, but I'm grateful I have."

You return with a smile, a weight lifted off your shoulders hearing him speak words you were hoping to hear. "So, what now?"

"Would you like to keep going?"

You nod, because you didn't trust your own voice to stutter through the elation growing through your system. He brings you closer and kisses you again, your servos moving behind his helm once again while deepening the kiss together.

His servos skillfully move over your hips and waist, holding you against him while his glossa coils playfully with your own, letting out soft moans together while the kiss plays on.

You decide to keep going for more and descend your servo down between you both, running your soft digits against his heated panel, earning a hitched vent from him against the kiss.

He doesn't hesitate though and retracts his panel, his semi hard spike emerging out, and there he still has his knot, making you giggle lightly.

"Well, guess not everything has changed."

Drift smirks through a light moan feeling your servo wrap around his throbbing spike. "Can I assume you missed not just me, but my spike as well?"

"Maybe." You tease, sharing another gentle kiss with him as you stroke him, right across the thick base of his knot and caressing around it with a gentle squeeze causing him to let out a stuttered vent.

"Well, I can happily say that I'm ready and eager for your lovely valve. Think you can handle that again?" Drift asks through his heated vents, waist wiggling a little against your stroking of him while you continue to pump him gently.

"I can handle it, all of you, always." You sound so confident, and you were, very much, and Drift's smile stretches more as you answer this.

Keeping your servo wrapped around him you lift your hips up to hover over his throbbing spike before sinking down, feeling him pulse through your channel, quickly meeting with his knot that settles against your valve lips. You missed him, so dearly much.

"Drift." You call him by his name, forgetting his decepticon name, gracefully wiggling your hips and grinding down on him, rubbing your node against him that creates an abnormal, yet sensual rolling moan from him. "Oh Drift...."

Your body rocks in motion against him while wrapping your servos around his neck, bringing yourself closer, and you can't help but smile through your heated moans as you hear his alluring purrs, silky sounds that swim around your audios. His servos hold securely against your waist while helping to guide you more down on him, though you were doing most of the work yourself.

His knot endlessly grinds against your valve, desperately seeking the velvet warmth that already surrounds his spike riding through you. You want it, all of him, so much, and you eagerly respond by pushing yourself down more firmly to try and get that knot in you.

Drift lets out a rowdy moan, feeling you grip all along him while attempting to bury yourself onto his knot that throbs rapidly, his spike increasing in size little by little, before he helps by pushing you more harshly down on him, and this is the help you needed before you feel his knot push past into your valve, locking you both together with his knot expanding, creating a elegant throbbing bump against your valve.

A sharp cry echoes from you feeling sudden stretch expand through your channel, every ridged pulse sending waves of electric shocks against your inner walls that boil through your frame, embracing him tightly with your face buried against his inner neck, letting out ravenous moans that join his growing purrs.

Within moments, you're rolling your waist skillfully and firmly against him, feeling his knot tugging at your valve at each grind you deliver against him. He meets with your movements in sync, harsh grunts hitting your lips before kissing him deeply and joining your glossa's together. It's you that overloads first, clamping down on him and letting out a buzzing mewl against his lips as the shocks rush through you. Then you feel him jerking against your frame before stilling, warm thick ropes of trans fluids soaking your depths while his knot expands more and prevents anything from leaving.

Resting against his chassis you let out heated vents as your fans kick in to cool yourself off. Drift doing the same while his servos wrap around your body, holding you close against him, his knot buried deep within your valve as you clench around him eagerly still. You missed feeling so stuffed by his spike and knot.

"So, would you like to go on a date?" He manages to ask and you answer through a beaming giggle.

"Yes, please. That would be nice."

Drift caresses your cheek plating and leans forward to share a kiss with you. It's so tender, gentle through your senses. "I look forward to it, darling."

It's a date.

AU where Decepticons win the war...

Its a living nightmare for all autobots. This wasn't meant to happen, least not how you imagined it would turn out, and now you find yourself a prisoner of war, captured with your group as you attempt an escape off the planet, only to fail.

Optimus Prime was offline. The decepticons have won the war. Cybertron was under Megatron's control. Autobots were spoils of war. All the worst and horrible things were happening so quickly.

Your group is led off a shuttle and shoved into a building, no one knowing what's to happen. The autobots were at the mercy of the cons.

You're trembling, lips quivering as your bound servos clench tightly to try and ease your nerves, but this doesn't help in the slightest. You're terrified about what your fate is to be, or just what might happen to you. After all, you're a femme, not a lot like you around, and that makes you stand out more.

Rough servos suddenly grab hold of you, tugging you out of your group, and you find yourself in the grasps of a decepticon who is staring at you with the most putrid smile.

"Well ain't you fine and dainty. You're coming with me, sweetspark. Me and the boys are going to have a lot of fun with you." Your optics widen as you're suddenly dragged away, the shouts and curses of the other autobots are heard but ignored. They couldn't help you.

"No, no! Please!" You plead as you try to dig your pedes into the ground to stop but fail as you're pretty much dragged across through the erupted crowds and into another rowdy building, music and cheers screaming out from it. They were celebrating, and you are their next taste of victory.

Upon entering, the catcalls and whistles cut through your audios that make you tremble more, trying to hold back your tears as the grip on your arm tugs you through into the center.

"Got us some entertainment! Let's show the auto-slut how we like to treat a femme!" The con announces before shoving you into a group, and chaos erupts.

Your screams and pleads were silent through the decepticons' own shouts and calls, each trying to grab and tug at you, before being yanked away again by another. Your helm is spinning, you're tired, and your vocals hurt, you just wanted this nightmare to end.

Things only got worse when the decepticons now start fighting over you and punches are thrown, one managing to knock the side of your helm and throwing you to the ground. Your audios start ringing from the impact as you try pushing yourself up off the floor. Escape. You needed an escape.

Another pair of servos grab you and you start struggling again, only to stop when you hear a familiar voice against your audio.

"I've got you, darling."

"Deadlock?"

"The one and only." You can feel his smirk as he lifts you into his arms and loops your cuffed servos over his helm.

You don't answer but you do act instantly by holding onto him, your saviour, as he attempts to take you away from the others that still try to grab you, though Deadlock wasn't going to let that happen. He'll tear them all apart if he must.

Grabbing his blaster he shoots one nearest to him in the shoulder, not killing them, but enough to send a message for the others.

"Get back!" Deadlock snarls at them all. "She's mine!"

Energon splattered across your face as the shots rang out but you didn't even flinch, you have much more to worry about in that moment.

Everyone knew who Deadlock was and just knew how dangerous he could be. Though the message was sent, it didn't mean they were stopping.

"You have no claim over her! She's nothing but war spoils!" The one who had dragged her here argues.

"What the fragging pit is going on?!"

A thundering voice cuts through the air and sends shivers through you, making you hold onto Deadlock more letting out a whimper as he offers quiet shushes against your audio. You peek your optics up, only to face an enormous con approaching Deadlock.

"Having fun with the spoils boss!" Another cackles which earns them some eager chants.

"Turmoil, do you really want this kind of greasy behaviour in your city? Your troops allowed rape anyone they please?" Deadlock knew his commander. As blunt and taciturn as he was, he wasn't one to approve of that kind of pointless behaviour.

"Whose brilliant idea was it to bring the femme here, to a bunch of riled up horny soldiers?!" Turmoil raised his cannon, swinging it around causing the others to duck for cover, but he wasn't interested in shooting anyone. " That's why we got brothels, to handle your needs! Stupid. The lot of you!"

That was it then. No further attempts were made to get you.

Turmoil fixes his optics on Deadlock. "Get her out of here. I don't care what you do with her." That answer is good for Deadlock, and carries you away from the scene.

It's over. You're safe.

"Thank you, thank you..." You feel yourself cry softly into his shoulder, a sickening weight is lifted off and you're now safe.

"I won't let anything happen to you."

Deadlock brings you back to his apartment, which is rather nice, and makes you wonder just how important he was. You sit on his berth, cuffs gone, and he offers you energon which you accept before he then starts to tend to a few minor injuries on you.

It's been so long since you last saw him when you were stationed at that outpost. After the storm had passed, you both parted ways, and that was it. Deep down you missed him, no matter how much you told yourself how wrong it was, you couldn't help but feel the need to see him again. Did you fall for a con? Yeah, you think you did. Now here you are, ruined again.

Seeing you again wasn't something Deadlock had expected to happen, but he was glad he came across you in your situation just in time before it could escalate. He didn't like his property touched, and made that clear when he started shooting them.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" He asks once he's taken care of the ones he visibly saw.

"I'm alright." You whisper back, still trying to process everything. Then you feel a touch against your cheek plating and meet his optics. How could someone look so dangerous and harmless at the same time?

Deadlock is sitting beside you on the berth as he takes in your cute face he had missed, his digit gently tracing across your cheek plating while tilting his helm, as if trying to read every detail about you while you lean into his touches, before you find your voice again. "What happens now?"

"You'll remain with me." Deadlock doesn't hesitate. There's no way he can let go of you again. "Turmoil is my commander and I'm his SIC, he was given the city by Megatron. Things are still adjusting and new laws are being laid, but I'll make sure he knows you're not to be touched by anyone else."

At least Deadlock could do this to make sure you're not bothered. "What you said before, 'she's mine', what did you mean by that?"

"It means exactly that." He leans closer, his ravenous optics lingering through your own closely. "You're mine, everyone will know this, I'll take good care of you."

It should've made you feel degraded to be owned, but it doesn't. You see it as protection, a safe haven, but best of all you'll be with Deadlock. The autobots lost, there's no point in resisting, not that you wanted to towards Deadlock. In fact, you crave for this touches already. Calmly, you lean into his servo still lingering against your cheek plating and offer a delicate smile. He returns the same with an upturn smirk before closing the distance between you both and kisses you. Kissing him back you tilt your helm, deepening the kiss you both share with your glossa's coiling together. Oh, you've missed his lips, those pointed dentas, everything about him.

He's the first to break the kiss but he keeps close, letting out a satisfied purr while he nuzzles into your face, making you smile more, the most you've smiled since your capture. He speaks again. "Why don't you use the washranks? Get yourself soaked in fresh oil, and I'll help with you polish after."

"Thank you." Getting up you run your servo across his shoulder while keeping your optics on his, a light tease that makes him smirk softly again in return. In the doorway you stop and turn to face him again, noticing he was putting away the medical supplies he had used on you. "Would you like to join me?"

Deadlock meets your gaze again before giving a rather pleased smile between his sharp dentas as his amber optics glowed wildly. "I would like that, darling."

In the washranks you both settle within the fresh oil bath together as you straddle yourself within his lap. Your servos glide across his armour, digits trace across his decepticon badge, and move them back up to caress his cheek plating fondly, admiring every inch of him.

Deadlock watches you, curious and pleased to see you exploring. He knew you were a smart femme and you weren't going to cause trouble. He missed your cute face, that innocent smile, he could never forget about you after your time together at that outpost. Letting out another purr he leans his cheek plating into your servo, kissing the inside of your wrist before leaning across to claim your lips again. He tugs you closer against him by your waist while the bubbling heat grows between you both, a crave you'll both be unable to shake of. You already knew he had become your obsession, an addiction you'll never want out of your life, your knight in shining armour to love and protect you.

"Fragging pit, you're so beautiful darling, cute little femme." Deadlock murmurs through his growing hunger against your lips. "I bet you've missed me, not just me, but my knot as well. I ruined you for anyone else to satisfy you, didn't I?"

"You did." You answer honestly. It's true, and sure, you've shared the berth with a few other partners after Deadlock, but none of them ever got close just how good he made you feel.

"Good." Is his amused answer before you let out a startled gasp when you feel his servo glide across between your legs and against your panel, only for you to retract it immediately for him.

His satisfaction is visible before he pushes a digit inside, and instantly you're rocking yourself against him, moaning loudly while clenching your already soaking valve around his curling digit.

"So wet and eager." Deadlock couldn't hold back anymore. "Turn around, I want that aft nice and high for me."

Obeying his command you turn yourself and lean over the edge of the in floor basin, lifting your hips with your exposed valve in view and dripping with oil while you wiggle, teasing him as you send a lustful glance back over your shoulder.

Deadlock lets out a deep sound from his chassis, a profound growl that runs through his entire frame at the sight of you. Retracting his panel, his already throbbing spike slides out, along with his thickened knot as the whole length pulses. He lays himself across your back and takes hold of the front of your throat, tugging you back and kissing you firmly that you eagerly return, rocking your hips back against his heated spike that glides against your valve lips, ridges stimulating against your node.

He humps you, getting off the intense stimulation, before directing himself against your valve and thrusts forward firmly. A choked gasp erupts from you, feeling his pulsing thickness stretch you wildly, forgetting just how big he was. His swollen knot presses against your valve and he keeps still, savouring your clenching valve as he moans loudly against your audio.

"Oh darling, I've missed your tight valve." He growls in desire as he rolls his waist, earning a cute mewl from you. "I'm going to frag you always, claim you day and night, always ready for you. Would you like that?"

"Yes!" You let out an intense loud whimper. "Please, make me yours!"

Deadlock is overwhelmingly pleased, giggling through a grin between sharp dentas before he starts moving, grinding against your aft with his servos wrapped around your middle to hold you tightly and sets a shallow and firm pace, thrusting his spike into your depths. There's no holding back from either of you as he breeds you to his desire, rutting wilding, earning constant lascivious mewls from your vocals, his helm resting against your shoulder as his heated grunts press into your audio.

You feel his thickening spike plunging deeply through your channel over again, heated possessive grunts hitting your audio while you fall apart under him, letting him breed you as he wanted. His knot hits the outside of your valve repeatedly, grinding against your node perfectly, sending shock waves through your entire frame.

The wet sounds you hear causes you to quiver more, enjoying just how silky your valve is for him, willingly welcoming every possessive thrust he delivers. Your metal armour clangs against him over again as does the oil swish around against his excessive movements. His grip around your middle tightens as he starts to grind himself more firmly, and you know what is about to happen.

All you can do is spread your legs more for him and move back to meet his strong movements, trying to help him knot you, as this is what you both seek and become tied together.

"I'll fill you deeply with so much of my warm fluids, your chambers are flooding, and maybe we'll have a sparkling. Is that something you would like, darling, huh?" His words roll out through heated purrs.

The very thought of having his sparkling sounded perfect. "Yes, yes, please, I want that!" You'll give him as many as he wants.

"Wonderful."

That's your only warning you get as he grinds himself firmly against you harshly, followed by sharp thrusts that rock you forward and makes you squeal out while he tries to push his thick knot in. It takes a little more effort, but eventually he manages to push through your valve, tying you both together. You cry out in bliss feeling his swollen knot imbed you, spike pulsing widely and tip pressing into your chambers while he keeps thrusting, your mewls loud and eager.

Lost in the moment you lose yourself and overload hard, clenching tightly on him as you cry out in bliss. He snarls through his violent thrusts, and he uses his dentas to bite into your shoulder to lock you in place before shooting thick ropes of his warm trans fluids into your chambers and soaking through your channel. His bite only adds to the arousal, as does the growing bump over your valve where his spike and knot lock you both in place together. His movements slow, turning into slow jerks that cause you to whimper as your cooling fans kick in and rest against the edge of the basin, knowing fully well you'll both be there for a while.

You find yourself drifting in and out of stasis, with the lack of recharge you've had your systems struggled to keep you alert. At some point you end up in his berth again, cleaned and polished, resting within his safe arms as his servos ghostly graze against your back in a soothing manner. Easily, you've fallen for him, love perhaps, and you want to be with him always.

Deadlock feels pretty damn lucky to have found you again, his special cute little autobot, and he had no plans ever letting you go. One day he'll convince you to switch the symbol on your chassis, joining you to the winning team and giving you the life you deserved.

"No one else can ever have you, you're mine. Only I can provide you with a good life, and that's right at my side. Do you understand?" His words whisper into your audio, making you respond through a low hum.

"I understand."

"That's a good femme."

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