#private functions

[prima-after-dawn]

Function: Pleasure (AO3 link)

TFO Sentinel Prime X Femme Cybertronian Reader

Word count: 3,063

Tags: sticky sexual interfacing, sex work, oral sex, rough sex, light Dom/sub, aftercare, NO SPOILERS

Summary: Sentinel Prime isn’t the best berth partner…but that’s YOUR job, and you take your job seriously.

Sentinel Prime steps into his opulent private suite, Iacon Tower's grandeur reflected in its golden surfaces. His blue optics scan the empty, quiet space and he lets out an irritated vent. He needs this reprieve from the solar cycle’s tiresome politics. He struts over to the large couch in the living room and sits heavily, leaning back with his thighs spread wider than is proper for a Prime.

     "Airachnid," he calls out.

     The imposing spider-like bot emerges from the shadows, her purple optics glowing with silent acknowledgment.

     "Fetch me the most exquisite pleasurebot from AutoExotic."

     "As you wish, Sentinel," she murmurs.

     She swiftly exits the suite, leaving Sentinel alone with his thoughts.

     Sentinel's optics trace the intricate patterns engraved into the floor and walls as he waits. His processor conjures up images of the delightful high-class creatures from AutoExotic, his flight engines purring in response to the ideas of what he could do with them.

✨✨✨

The door to the suite slides open and Airachnid enters, her movements not quite silent. In tow is a stunning vision of gold and purple, a standard-framed femme who radiates an aura of decadence.

     You.

     "Your requested pleasurebot, Prime," Airachnid says before slinking away.

     You step forward and lower yourself to kneel before the Prime, your plating gently flaring out.

     “Sweetspark, at your service, my Prime.”

     Sentinel Prime’s gaze sweeps over you, appraising you as if you were a fine piece of artwork. His optics glow a little brighter.

     “Stand,” he says with a gentle wave of his servo. “Tell me, Sweetspark, what is your specialty in the art of pleasure?"

     “Your desire is my specialty, Prime,” you say softly as you stand. “I am a trained switch, ready to adapt to your wishes on command.”

     His optics narrow, his armor ruffling slightly.

     “Indeed?” He purrs, leaning back against the couch. “I’ve had many who claim such versatility…only to disappoint. Prove your worth, Sweetspark. Give me a taste of what you can offer.”

     You nod and step forward.

     “As you wish, my Prime,” you purr.

     Your optics narrow to sultry slits as you lower yourself to your knees between Sentinel’s strong silver thighs in one slow, gracefully suggestive movement. Not daring to touch him with your servos without permission, you lean forward and nuzzle his inner thigh, your engine purring as you trail sensual, reverent kisses along his plating towards his interface panel.

     Sentinel watches you, his gaze narrow. As your warm ventilations ghost over his armor, he remains the picture of calm, his posture unyielding. He leans back a little further into the couch, crossing his arms over his chassis.

     "Proceed," the Prime commands.

     With a low hum, you nuzzle up to his interface panel. Then, you look up at him with adoring optics and extend your glossa, giving his panel a broad, slow lick from the bottom to the top.

     Sentinel draws in a quick vent. He watches you, his chassis rising and falling slightly faster. He uncrosses his arms, letting them rest comfortably on the back of the couch.

     You purr at his reaction and lick him again before pressing a kiss to his panel. “I crave your pleasure, mighty Prime. Won’t you let me serve you?”

     "Very well," he says, keeping up his unaffected appearance except for a soft blue glow creeping onto his faceplate.

     His panel clicks and slides open with a clank, allowing his partially pressurized spike to extend.

     With a light blush of your own, you keep your optics on him as you lean in to nuzzle and lick his spike. You trail kisses up the golden plates adorning the underside of his royal blue shaft, purring as you coax him to full pressurization.

     “You have the most magnificent spike, my Prime.”

     "Flattery, Sweetspark?" He asks, trying to maintain his cool demeanor despite his spike's eager responses to your gentle ministrations.

     You hum, leaning up to give the tip of his spike a soft kiss. “If it is not to your liking, Prime, then I shall refrain from praising you.”

     "Don't be absurd,” Sentinel scoffs, his lips curled into a smirk. “I live for flattery.”

     You smile up at him and lick a broad, slow stroke up the underside of his spike, only this time you wrap your lips around the tip when you reach it. You caress the sensitive slit with your glossa, then slowly push your helm down, moaning softly as you demonstrate just how easily you can take a spike into your mouth, even one as long and thick as Sentinel’s.

     The Prime watches you, his optics narrowing in pleasure. He can't help but let out a low groan of satisfaction. His servos tighten slightly on the couch’s back, but he otherwise maintains his outward composure. Even so, you feel him growing harder, his spike reaching its full potential, eager for more.

     Everything you do is with purpose, your focus solely on your beloved Prime’s pleasure. You keep your servos on your own thighs as you service his spike, your helm bobbing up and down while your glossa caresses the underside of his spike. You moan again and take him deeper, deeper, until the helm of his spike is down your throat and your lips are pressed flush to the base.

Sentinel’s optics widen as the pleasure builds within him. Your mouth feels like heaven, your oral skills certainly unmatched by any pleasurebot he's ever encountered. He watches you, venting rapidly as he fights the urge to thrust into your throat. The way you look at Sentinel, your optics full of admiration, makes him feel like the most powerful being in the universe. His groans grow louder.

     You keep your sultry optics on his as you suck him more intently, swallowing around his spike to deliver a dose of pleasureful pressure.

     The Prime’s optics widen at the sensation, and he can't hold back a low, guttural groan. His spike twitches in your mouth, throbbing eagerly.

     "Ah, Sweetspark," he vents. "Your talents are indeed...exceptional."

     You smile around his spike and suck harder, moving with renewed eagerness as you taste the sweet, tangy flavor of pre-fluid leaking from his spike.

     Sentinel’s frame tenses, his vents hitching. He reaches out and grasps the top of your helm.

     "Faster," he grunts.

     You obey immediately, moving your helm up and down with urgency. You moan, sending a burst of vibrations through his spike as you continue to suck him off.

     The blue and gold mech groans, lays his helm back against the couch, and thrusts lightly into your mouth.

     You moan again at his little thrust, your gaze encouraging when you look up at him once more.

     Encouraged by your response, Sentinel Prime grips the sides of your helm with both servos and begins to thrust firmly into your mouth, his own mouth falling open with a deep groan.

     You take him with an ease granted by experience, your optics sliding shut. You’re more than happy to let him frag your mouth to his spark’s content. This is what you’re good for, what you were forged for.

     The feeling of your throat tightening around him is the final straw, and with a an embarrassing noise followed by a loud shout, Sentinel Prime reaches his peak. His servos grip your helm tight as he holds you down to his base, his spike jetting hot transfluid directly into your throat.

     Any other pleasurebot would have gagged on such a tall order, but you keep your throat relaxed and swallow, steadily drinking down everything Sentinel gives you. His overload is intense, his spike pulsing as he empties himself until he lets out a final groan of satisfaction and releases your helm. Panting heavily, he presses back against the couch, his legs stretching out on either side of you and then relaxing with a clank of his peds on the floor.

     You stay put for another moment, enjoying the way his spike twitches with the final spurts of transfluid. Once he’s finished, you slowly pull off of his spike, purring and licking it clean as you set your brightened optics back on his.

     Sentinel’s optics blink open, and he looks down at you. He runs a servo over your helm in a gentle pet.

     "Well…that was quite the performance," he pants.

     You hum, the praise sending a shiver of arousal through you. “Have I proven my worth to you, my Prime?”

     "Indeed, you have, Sweetspark," Sentinel purrs.

     He stands, his towering form casting a shadow over you as he reaches down to gently grasp your chin.

     "Now, let's continue this delightful experience in my berthroom," he says, letting go of your chin and striding towards the adjoining berthroom.

     You stand and follow him, licking the last traces of his transfluid from your lips. The berthroom is already set to a soothing dark blue lighting, the large, plush berth made with a luxurious assortment of golden pillows and soft metal mesh sheets. You glance around, admiring the immaculate golden walls and the well-kept trophies and artworks adorning them. A large mirror hangs above the helm of his berth, taking up an obscene amount of space on the wall.

     “Your berthroom is so lovely, Prime,” you purr. “It is truly an honor to serve you in the privacy of your suite.”

     Sentinel nods. He turns to face you, his spike still semi-pressurized.

     “Please,” he says with a dismissive wave of his servo, “in here, call me Sentinel.“

     You tilt your helm curiously, but don’t question. You just smile and nod.

     “As you wish…Sentinel,” you purr, giving his name a suggestive edge.

     He watches you from the side of the berth, his spike slowly returning to full pressurization.

     “Come here, Sweetspark,” he commands.

     You rev your engine softly and approach him, your optics locked attentively on his.

     With a gesture that speaks of absolute authority, Sentinel Prime points to his grand berth.

     "On your chassis, Sweetspark," he purrs. "Let me show you how a Prime appreciates his shareware."

     You’re quick to obey. You crawl onto the berth and lower your chassis, staying on your knees so your aft is in the air. You look back at Sentinel and bite your lip, wiggling your aft at him.

     The Prime’s optics brighten as he takes in the sight of your raised aft. He steps closer and notices the tiny streaks of viscuous purple from the lubricant that's seeped out of your closed interface panel.

     “So eager for your Prime’s attentions?” He asks, his voice a low, aroused growl.

     Sensing your Prime’s presence behind her, his optics on your aft…it’s all so intoxicating. You let a soft whimper escape you, leaning into his dominant demeanor.

     “Yes, Sentinel.”

     Sentinel Prime leans over you, his servo gliding down your spinal strut and over your aft to rest on your interface panel.

     “Open,” he orders.

     You carefully back up towards him as you allow your panel to slide open, only stopping once your knee struts are on the edge of the berth. You clench your valve, moaning softly as a gush of lubricant drips out of you.

     Sentinel admires the view of your slick valve, his spike twitching with interest.

     “Mmm,” he rumbles, “what a pretty bot you are.”

     He steps closer, placing one servo on your hip and using the other to align his spike with your entrance.

     Had he been any other client, you would have suggested that he prepare you first, but you wouldn’t dream of trying to correct Sentinel Primeon how to properly interface. So, you just spread your legs wider and grip the sheets.

     His servo on your hip tightens as he guides the tip of his spike to your waiting valve. He presses forward with a gentle but rushed firmness, venting at the wet heat of your frame’s embrace.

     "So tight," he grunts.

     Your mouth falls open in a gasp as his shaft immediately stretches your valve. You moan for his pleasure, dutifully ignoring the discomfort that comes with unprepared penetration from his larger frame type.

     “Yes, Sentinel...”

     You glance over at the mirror. Sentinel Prime is watching his own reflection in the mirror, a smug look on his faceplate as he observes his spike sliding into your valve. His servo leaves your hip to caress his own chassis, his engine purring as he admires the sight of himself mounting you.

     You wince when he pushes fully into you, but manage to replace any pained noise you might have made with an erotic, dramatically feminine moan.

     Sentinel starts to move, his spike sliding in and out of your valve with a steady rhythm. His gaze locks onto the sight of his spike disappearing into you and he groans, his frame shuddering before his thrusts quicken.

     You force out a moan on every languid thrust, but you can’t help but let out an airy chuckle between them as you watch him watch himself.

     His rhythm falters slightly, his gaze snapping to the back of your helm.

     "Is something amusing, Sweetspark?" he asks, stilling his hips.

     You gasp and lower your helm to the berth, a deep blush creeping onto your faceplate.

     “N-no, Sentinel,” you whimper. "You're just so...so handsome..."

     Sentinel’s spike stirs within you. He slowly leans over you, his servos sliding down your sides and firmly grasping your hips.

     With a smugness that's almost endearing, he purrs, “I sure am.”

     He slowly pulls his hips back until only the helm of his spike remains inside you, then slams back in.

     “AH-hah! Oh! Sentinel!”

     You tighten your grip on the sheets, moaning as the brief jolt of pain fades into a pleasureful ache.

     Sentinel’s smirk widens as he watches your reaction, his hips rolling against your aft in a sensual rhythm that’s not nearly as pleasurable as it is punishing.

     "Your screams are music to my audios, Sweetspark," he growls.

     You let out a pitifully desperate moan as he grinds into you, rubbing your faceplate into the sheets in imitation of a preening gesture.

     "Look at yourself," he commands, flight engines revving. "Watch me take you."

     “Ahh…”

     You turn your helm toward the mirror, your optics narrow in half-real pleasure as you obediently observe his reflection.

     Flight engines purring, he tightens his hold on your pelvic armor and sets a vigorous pace, his spike sliding in and out of you with the slick sounds of your lubricant.

     "That's it," he grunts. "Watch yourself be claimed by your Prime."

     You moan louder and squeeze him with your valve, drawing a staticky groan from his vocalizer. You know you aren’t ready to take the roughness his larger frame type is capable of, but you also know your client will enjoy being encouraged, and right now, you’re on duty.

     “Ohh, Sentinel,” you moan loudly. “Yes…! Claim me harder…!”

     Sentinel’s gaze returns to the mirror, a deep rumble emanating from his chassis as he watches you perform for him. He slides one servo up your back and pins you down by your shoulder, leaning over you. His hips piston into you faster.

     "Oh, yeah," he pants. "Show me how much you want it!"

     You writhe under him, clawing at the berth and making a vocal show of your pleasure.

     “Ah! Ah! Yes! Ooh, yes, Sentinel! Please, more!”

     His optics brighten as he watches himself in the mirror, plunging into your valve with increasing force.

     "Your screams only make me harder, Sweetspark," he growls.

     You continue to moan and cry out for him, your armor flaring to dump the heat from your frame. You arch your back and push against his thrusts, taking him deeper. Your optics squeeze shut and you pant heavily between your desperate cries for his spike. Finally, he was getting you close.

     “Sentinel! I’m- ahh! I’m gonna-!”

     "Overload," he commands, his voice a dark, demanding growl in your audio receptors. " Now ."

     You let out a loud, drawn-out moan and squeeze your valve around his spike, boosting the stimulation as he ruts into you. Your frame goes rigid and you overload, purposefully ensuring that your scream of ecstasy is loud enough to be heard even by the two guards stationed outside of the Prime’s suite. Lubricant gushes out around Sentinel’s spike, easing his thrusts despite the constriction.

     Sentinel thrusts into you one final time and hits his peak with a triumphant roar. His grip slightly dents your hip and shoulder armor, but it’s fine. His spike jets hot transfluid into the depths of your valve and he groans softly, his armor ruffling as his frame relaxes with the relief of his tension.

     You mewl pathetically as you feel his transfluid dripping from your valve before he’s even finished. You knead the berth with your servos as you relax, a soft moan escaping you between heavy panting.

     Sentinel Prime finally tears his gaze away from the mirror, looking down at you. He takes a moment to admire the sight before pulling his thick spike out of you with a wet slide of metal on metal that drags another quiet moan from your lips. He steps back, his slowly depressurizing spike glistening with your combined fluids.

     "I think I’ve found my new favorite piece of shareware," he rumbles.

     You take a moment to catch your breath, then carefully push yourself up and turn over to sit on the edge of the berth. You blush at the sight of your lubricant mixed with the Prime’s transfluid on the berth, your thighs, and his spike. You gaze up at him with adoring optics.

     “It is a delight to serve you, Sentinel.”

     He hums in agreement. He steps back, giving you a moment to recover. He runs a servo over his own heaving chassis, smoothing his plating down from its flared position. He frowns when his gaze reaches the mess on his thighs. When he sees you preparing to slide off of the berth, he gestures to the berthroom door with one lazy servo.

     “You are dismissed,” Sentinel says, already walking toward his private washrack. “You may use the guest washrack before you leave. Airachnid will give you my payment information.”

     The door slides open, making you jump and your panel snap shut. Airachnid stands just outside, her multi-optic gaze locked onto you as you walk out of the berthroom. She looks you up and down and, without a trace of emotion, points down the hallway.

     “First door on the right.”

[ijustthinkhesneat]

Imagine the external speculation on Each of the kids inheritance. Like trash tabloids are all gossiping about how much each kid gets when Bruce croaks meanwhile behind the scenes they are all playing a very complex game of Batnopoly, Yahtzee, connect 4, poker and capture the flag to find out who gets the Batmobile, little do they know Bruce is leaving everything to Batcow, Titus and the bats that populate the cave.

The true truth that no one knows is that everything is actually in Alfred’s name and when he dies he’s leaving it all to Clark because none of the Wayne’s can be trusted.

Very silly, very mindful, Very Knives Out

[serpentface]

HAUNTING PHOTO TAKEN SECONDS BEFORE DISASTER

[ascendingconures]

Im having a michael shelley crash out!!!! (where i think about the tragedy of michael shelley too hard and become incapacitated)

the michael art is completely unrelated.

[bignostalgias]

the planet minecraft skin editor is rlly satisfying the niche in my soul left behind by flash dress-up games 😔

png files! maybe these will work it’s 1 am

[skill7spark04]

[Privateer Swabbie] "captain. if you don't mind, whilst I've been swabbin awaey, I've come up with a few questions about yer'self I'd like answered."

[Captain Rose] "what be that, me boy?" [Privater Swabbie] "I noticed that unlike all the otha cap'ns you don't wear a jacket. much less, in fact, you lack a shirt. for what purpose do you bare yourself like this?" [Captain Rose] "... lucky I'm feeling generous or I'd cut ye tongue out. as fer yer question... while it may not be very ladylike to be prancin aboot near topless I'd rather not sweat me arse off. ye know it be getting warm 'round here. and while all th' otha cap'ns are dying of heat stroke, I'll be gettin at moost a nice tan." [Privateer Swabbie] "good that captain. I feel as if I've learned enough." (in truth, he just felt lucky to survive the encounter. may more questions plagued this poor man. and they would go unanswered.)

[moeblob]

This is the.... seventh person I've drawn today? Wild. Take Serval in The Hat.

[al-mayriti]

quite interesting how the valencian government cut the emergency services and last october there were unprecedently catastrophic floodings there, and how the city of los angeles cut the funding for the los angeles fire department and now there is a catastrophic fire going on. almost as if there was a pattern going on here...

[thepringlesofblood]

anyone else having to go through fhjy at a snail's pace bc every time there's a teacher-student interaction (even the positive ones!) you want to set something on fire because of how much you hate high school and american academic culture and it throws you back to the Bad Old Days of actually being in high school, but also you really like fantasy high and you really like the characters and their story and the players and the way they're exploring & critiquing the US school system and basically everything about the show but actually watching it makes your brain explode?

[insanitysilver]

humble request for people using their ao3 bookmarks as a reading list: godspeed in your reading quests, but please consider making those bookmarks private.

Ao3's bookmark search function is a really cool way to find new fics based off what other readers have said about them, but recently more and more of these have filled the search and made it pretty hard to wade through. :')

[sourseat]

irish residency renewal was approved :oooooo shocked honestly. yay :)

[corseque]

hello last month i sent u a twitter msg about how at the very beginning of origins there are Solas Hints and you didn't respond, which is totally fair, i just wanted to make sure it actually sent bc it seems like info you would enjoy knowing/remembering lol either way thank you for your solas content it gives me life and joy

Hi, thank you for thinking of me, and that sounds really interesting. I hope everyone can forgive me, but I've had bad experiences on twitter and don't really open new message threads there anymore. It's the same with tumblr messaging (though tumblr asks are a little better because I can publish them for everybody to see). It probably sounds so weird, and sorry if it is, but talking to people "out in the open," so to speak, makes things so much easier for me. I prefer to share everything with everybody, so I don't have to worry about socializing in private, which I am not good at.

I would love and adore knowing what these hints are, but for the best chances of me to see it, making a public post with an @ would be easier for me. I'm reading back through this and it sounds very like... needy and demanding, but I'm just trying to be honest about my limitations. Again, that does sound really interesting and I would love to see it. Sorry my communication skills are dogwater.

[sleepgarden]

Artists can see the rude or inconsiderate things you say in your tags when you reblog their work just so you know...

[moeblob]

Soooooo OCs ahaha.....

Right might be rude and foul-mouthed and glares a lot but he does amuse Brent a lot. So when it turns into Brent realizing it's actually really funny and... endearing (?) when Right bickers with some of their coworkers he thinks it would be inappropriate to smile at the scene. So he doesn't.

And that leads to a lot of their coworkers assuming he just never smiles. But eventually! Right sees him smile and is like "oh ho I know someone who will be SO jealous that you smiled and she didn't see it" and Brent just awkwardly "well you make me want to smile I just normally hold it in". So Right blue screens at the first half. Cause. He's never heard someone say "you make me want to smile" and it was so genuine....

AKA two broken adults find a very weird friendship and then fall in love.

[kathbunny]

It's snowing so I'm so tempted to do a library monster Maxim experiencing snow oneshot

[sasster]

Aelium what are your plans for the new sweep?

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