#implied valveplug

[rhythmdeception]

Cosmos has shown Soundwave a new experience! (I got my laptop back!)

Reference down below

[wavewavethoughtsonly]

Catharsis (for context)

Shockwave was going for a kiss, but ended up booping Ravage instead.

[jinuaei]

Last one I swear--

I don't have time to edit but I'll at least feed you guys ☺️😏

[spiritlion]

This is just them I’m afraid

[tracklessreason]

Seeker Types and Trines

[I got bored and wrote some lore on seeker breeding habits and trine formation]

Classic Seeker- Deposit 3 large eggs (each the size of a midterm sparkling) into the carrier. Conditions must be ideal for them to survive. If one dies, they all die. It's either 3, or none.

Classic/Blood Trine- Three related seekers born of the same brood. The bond of the eggs during gestation lasts a lifetime, with trine members typically being quite sensitive to the physical and emotional state of one another.

Aberrational Seeker: Deposit 5-9 small eggs into the carrier. The eggs vye for resources, and often only one or two are born. This still beats out the all or nothing odds of Classic seekers.

Aberrational/Bond Trine: Three usually unrelated seekers who chose to form a trine, usually out of trust in one another. It's considered a high honor to be in this type of Trine, as it represents powerful bonds forged without the help of a classic trine's sensitivities.

Mourning Trine: A bond trine made of the remaining members of broken trines. Became very common during the war, as Seekers would lean on one another for support after the death of their original trine members. Most Mourning Trines are formed on a pact of vengeance for the fallen.

Aberrational seekers evolved from Classical seekers during the war, when the poor conditions affected the already low birth rates of their kind, and made them nearly extinct. Though very taxing on the frame, an Aberrational seeker can still lay the traditional three seeker eggs. The three egg style allows for larger, healthier fetuses, but they require more nutrients and won't survive without them. The eggs are bonded together in the forge chamber, distributing nutrients evenly, but also meaning that if one egg dies, the other two will also quickly succumb. The multi egg method produces smaller, more hardy eggs that don't show as easy, allowing pregnancy to be hidden for most of the term. The eggs do not bond, and instead sap resources from one another, with the largest egg often winning out. 9 eggs at most can be deposited, but on average only two hatch. The highest number to have been hatched at once with this method is five. In times of hardship, Aboriginal is preferred for its better odds, but Classic produces healthier, stronger seekers in the long run, and is thus the preferred method when resources can be diverted. Aboriginal also takes months off the pregnancy, shaving it down from Classic's 13 months, to a mere 9 months from fertilization to birth. It takes 3 cybertronian weeks to develop aboriginal eggs for deposit, while it can take a month for classic method eggs to be ready for fertilization. Because of the size of classic eggs, partners can be locked for several hours as the eggs are pushed through the ovipositor into the forge chamber. Aboriginal takes roughly 30 minutes to an hour. While painful, bearing classic eggs can be very rewarding for those who like a baby bump, as the three large offspring make it immediately visible when a bot has been sparked by a classic seeker.

[glyphwrites]

Sub!Megatron and his sassy Dom Optimus discuss a scene

Have a precurser to smut that popped into my head today. I might end up writing the actual scene at some point, but I'm just way too busy rn. If i ever do, it'll go up on ao3 as a whole fic.

Despite the effects of the war and its aftermath, Megatron hadn’t had too much of a problem with his sex life. Though he couldn’t say he’d had a stable partner throughout that time, he had plenty of friends and admirers to spend time with, and left those encounters feeling perfectly satisfied.

However…

Personally, Megatron was a switch, enjoying practically any position and dynamic. There were a lot of mechs willing to let him dominate them, take control out of their servos and give them a fun time. But when it came to his own desire to be submissive, he simply didn't have the same range of options. Most Decepticons weren't comfortable with domming their leader, and those that were generally weren't interested in doing anything gentle. Which - a little rough play could be fun, but it wasn't Megatron's preference. That left his friends, where unfortunately the problem persisted. Shockwave would much rather follow his commands, Starscream had always focussed too much on degrading him, Straxus he didn't trust an inch and most of his other generals were uninterested. Strika was the only one he'd repeatedly fooled around with in that manner (technically Lugnut as well, but he was very firmly submissive), but even then they'd both been able to agree that they didn’t quite click. 

So life continued as before, Megatron feeling fairly satisfied with his various encounters but never quite completely fulfilled.

Then he met Optimus Prime. And, well, a lot of things happened. He died, for one thing. But after everything else that happened, after their squabbles were over and their alliance was solidified, Megatron had found himself falling for the mech… and eventually, falling into his berth. It had certainly been a whirlwind romance, especially considering how long it’d been since he’d had a proper partner. Once flirtations and teasing had become something more serious, and after their first few tumbles, they’d inevitably begun to talk about what they wanted from their strange new relationship. Megatron had laid out his own preferences easily, before revealing how he identified as a switch with some hesitance. He’d so wanted things to work out, wary of turning Optimus away at the thought of him desiring submission.

Megatron still remembered the grin that had spread across Optimus’ face, like the sun coming up. “Hey, that’s perfect! So am I.” Not for an instant had Optimus judged him; in fact, he’d been quite excited discussing their very first proper scene together, and just as enthusiastic carrying it out.

It’d been the best submissive experience of Megatron’s life.

He could still remember lying in berth together afterward, Optimus running a cloth laden with polish across his heated plating. Right there and then, he’d vowed to repeat the experience as often as he possibly could.

And life had gone on.

---------------------------------------------------

Once again, it’d been a long day filled with meetings, forms and petty squabble between his officers. Megatron had headed straight for his quarters the instant the last meeting finished, eager to sit with a cube of warm energon and perhaps a datapad as he decompressed. Instead, when he arrived he found that Optimus had beat him back to their shared rooms, and was now doing something with a selection of boxes on the coffee table. He glanced up as the door closed, flashing a smile at Megatron as he entered. To Megatron’s optics, his partner looked distinctly dishevelled in the way that usually implied he’d been working with his servos again. Although Optimus’ job description now mostly covered tactical analysis,  organising military logistics and fighting on the battlefield, he still often seemed to find some kind of job or task that required building things or tinkering with the guts of a spacebridge. At this point it was so frequent as to be ubiquitous, and Megatron wasn’t even that surprised at the sight.

“How was your day? I thought you’d be kept a little longer, to be honest.” Optimus straightened from his work, hopping over the scattered boxes on his way over to the door.

Megatron couldn’t help but smile at the sight, his worries melting away for the time being as he bent down to answer Optimus with a kiss. “It was perfectly fine, though you’re quite right; I managed to weasel out of my last meeting a little earlier than usual.”

Optimus laughed, slinging his arms around Megatron’s neck and kissing him back. “Well, that’s good to hear!” They stayed in the doorway for a few minutes longer, holding each other close. Megatron delighted in pressing Optimus against him, feeling his spark thrumming through his plating. 

When at last they broke apart again, Megatron glanced back at the chaos in the centre of their living area and couldn’t help but ask about it. “Are you building us some new furniture?” Optimus generally preferred to mess with machines, but he wasn’t that discerning with his projects.

“Oh! Not quite…” Optimus pulled away a little, looking from Megatron to the boxes and then back away. He smirked, teasing and smug in equal parts as he placed his servos on Megatron’s chassis “Actually, I’ve got something special for you.” He grinned up at Megatron for a moment longer, before pausing and tacking on another few sentences in a hurry. “Only if you're up for it, of course! I know it’s been a long day.”

It had in fact been a long day. But something about Optimus filled him with energy, and now Megatron couldn’t imagine a better way to spend his evening. “That sounds exciting.” He replied, catching Optimus to kiss again. “I’d certainly be happy to find out.”

The answering grin practically lit up the room. Optimus skipped back over to the table while Megatron followed at a more sedate pace, although he felt just as eager. Digging into one of the boxes, Optimus retrieved what appeared to be… a coil of braided wire? It shone in the light, iridescence glimmering as he turned it. He offered it to Megatron, who lifted and examined it carefully.

Thanks to his past exploits, Megatron had a fairly good idea of what this was. “Planning to tie me up?” He tested the shining rope between his digits, and frowned. “It’s certainly pretty, but it doesn’t look very strong.” He turned it over for a moment longer, before catching sight of the way Optimus was gesturing to him and handing the coil back.

And then Optimus grinned impishly, taking the end of the braided wire and wrapping it around his other servo, pulling it tight between them. “That’s the point!” 

Something about that mischievous grin, that cocky tone of voice, that confident stance… it did things to Megatron. He swallowed lightly, unable to move as Optimus stepped closer, giving him an evaluating look as he wound the rope between his servos. “So, here’s the deal.” Optimus was right up in his face now, so close that their chassis were touching. “I’m going to tie you up and play with you.” His tone was utterly matter of fact now, but it still did plenty to excite Megatron. He liked the way Optimus managed to dominate him despite their differences in size and age, the confident way he ordered Megatron around. Optimus pressed one servo to his chassis, drawing a circle over his spark. “All you have to do is enjoy yourself… and not break it.” He smirked even wider. “Think you can manage it?”

That was one of the other things he liked about Optimus’ style, the way he challenged Megatron. Composing himself, he leaned down, matching Optimus’ smirk despite the way his spark burned with excitement. “I dare say I’m up to the task.”

[sentinelprimesupperhalf]

Do you require any assistance, My Prime?

I do, but it is not something I would ask for publicly....

[velvetafterdark]

Imagine asking your boyfriend to sit on your face and the next thing you know you're in the hospital and he leans over your bed and says this:

wyd?

[elitetrinetrash]

Thinking about small Skywarp again

Skywarp pulling a prank and getting chased down the hall only to duck behind Thundercracker, using the larger wings as a shield to stick his glossa out at the paint covered mech, cause Thundercracker won’t let anyone harm Skywarp, even if he deserves it.

Because Starscream will surely put him back in place later that day. It is a trineleader’s job to correct misbehaving trinemates.

[wyrm-with-a-why]

Soundwave and Kiloton fighting each other on who gets to eat it tonight while Megatron sits by herself on the bed because her stupid husbands can never share

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

My First Contact Au Beachcomber would flirt with Kade Burns if he had a holoform and got over the whole human-pet thing.

He is, in fact, a large, fat, jovial, flamboyantly gay man who absolutely ends up with a whole entourage of gay and bi mechs around him and his friends.

(Boulder to this day has a huge crush on this man. He's happily married, but it's like having a celebrity crush on him. It's completely based on Beachcomber being pretty and having a job that lets him get close to interesting 'animals')

It makes sense in my head at least for bigger mechs to be the beauty standard among non flyers/racers, who have their own beauty culture. Like, inside their own universes, the rescue bots, especially Heatwave, are seen as attractive. Also, it makes sense when it comes to femme frames and transfemme bots, since we see that their augments are seen as countercultural.

But anyway, here's an au within an au of the rescue bots getting an eyeful of the first attractive civilian in years. (And in Quickshadow's case, decades)

"um, don't look now, but that's the new civilian mech Optimus sent over." Heatwave said, trying to not sound like a teenager while trying to process just how pretty the new guy was.

"huh, Heatwave, I didn't know you had a thing for bigger guys." Kade said.

"but he's perfect? Well, aesthetically. I haven't met him yet- holy Primus, Quintus had a field day with that face." Kade watched as the bot pulled into a parking lot in order to talk to a couple of townspeople. "Kade, I am pulling over."

"Heatwave, why are your seats warming up?"

Heatwave screeched to a halt, remembering he had a passenger. "Oh, sorry. That's a bit awkward. Anyway." He popped open his driver's side door. "You get out, and I talk to the new bot that definitely has more of a spark chamber than I do. No really. Get out." Kade, getting the innuendo but not understanding it, bailed out for his sanity. Heatwave transformed, and he could see The New Bot checking him out while chatting with Haley and a few of her students.

Heatwave flinched as he got a comm link request with the bots details. His name was Beachcomber. He hopped on it immediately.

:Hey, I heard you're new.: he messaged, trying not to look too awkward, staring off into space while focused on something that existed entirely in his head. (Well, really his ear, but semantics.)

: aren't humans amazing?: the bot replied :I wish Cilla and Jane could be here, Earth is just beautiful. It has its problems, but there's something about them that is absolutely stunning:

Heatwave paused, moving to lean against a brick wall, being careful to take up only a single parking spot. :my name is Heatwave:

: Beachcomber. I have a platonic human companion, Jane, who's with her adopted daughter Cilla. They are out shopping, but I couldn't help myself but interact with the locals:

:you are from space though?:

:multiverse stuff. I think we will get sent home soon though. There are doubles of all three of us, Optimus just needs to track down Janette's so we can go home.:

:you said companions?:

: legally, they can't return to their earth. They were both kidnapped and trafficked to Cybertron, they were found in the streets by passersby and since I was the nearest exotic vet, I volunteered to be their host for the rest of their stay.:

Two women darted between Heatwave's feet, absolutely fearless as they ran up to Beachcomber. They spoke to him in rough galactic common before Beachcomber took their bags and scooped them up onto his shoulder, the two of them sitting in the groove of where his neck met shoulder plating.

:I have to go. Good meeting you.:

[jinuaei]

I feel like a perv but should I ahem... add more 'details' to these?

Erm Tarn in a skirt showing off his goods

[transingthoseformers]

Okay so with Soundwave's telepathy, do you ever wonder if he's made agonizingly aware of how lustful members of the Deception/Autobot ranks are for each other? Additionally, do you think he, as resident DILF whose raised several kids to adulthood (and evidently has kick ass sire coding) who can and does hold his own, is the prime target of some of those lustful thoughts?

Like. It's one thing if Jazz has the occasional freaky ass thought about Soundwave and Blaster and whoever else. It's another thing if Soundwave can't even walk onto the bridge without being bombarded by horny thoughts.

Soundwave, hauling back the mutilated corpse of a spy, soaked in energon and innards: Crisis: Averted. Encryption measures are being redone in all relevant files as we speak. Additional security has been installed. Recommend: manual checks until-

Skywarp, Shockwave, Megatron, Tarn, all at the exact same moment and with the exact same degree of lust hidden in their fields: I can't not fuck him

Soundwave, realizing what kind of meeting he's in for:

And it'd be funnier if the cassettes were in on it too??? Like someone decided it was their job to get him laid, and now all of them are putting their back into it at all times?

Ravage wants another grandkid: Ratbat wants siblings. Both sets of twins want Sounders to have someone else to occupy him so they can get away with more pranks.

Jazz, being interrogated (again): Hey sexy! Got any plans for your time off?

Soundwave: How do you know I have vacation??

Jazz: Oh, nothin, just Rumble said-

Soundwave, making a mental note to ground all of the kids before it gets out of hand(again): You're going back to your cell. We're done here.

Interesting

Because I feel like that could be immensely funny

I feel like it'd be such a Thing to know so many of the mecha around you are horribly down bad for you, especially considering everything?

Though, as a telepath, Soundwave probably finds out quickly that people think about a lot of things

SIMULTANEOUSLY? EVEN TARN????? Wow!!

I love the idea of the cassettes playing wingmen here lol

This sounds like a fascinating set-up going on

[tracklessreason]

Wait, wait, wait.

If a mech and their conjunx both get sparked, will the sparklings have a bond similar to twin sparklings?????

[archie-sunshine]

Hypnovember Day 14: Hacked

(get the complete zine here!)

[sentinelprimesupperhalf]

Smash or pass the high guard

Hard pass on all of them. Disgusting excuses of cybertronians.