#trinetxt

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i see john re/ese and go feral. i need to put that man in a fucking collar STAT.

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i AM thinking about thunderr/odica again let me indulge.

thunderclash laid out on the berth while his conjunxes stroke gently down his sides, stopping at every sensitive seam or piece of kibble. he shudders beneath their touch, but his limbs stay flat against the berth, because he's being good, and if he's good he gets a reward. so matter how much he wants to reach out towards rodimus and nautica, he doesn't, and they whisper soft praise and encouragement the longer he holds.

eventually the touch goes away and he's stricken by their absence, but then rodimus comes up to the top of the berth, sliding his valve panel open, and he feels nautica's servos gently stroking along his own panels, and they pop open without him even registering sending the command.

rodimus's knees go to either side thunderclash's head, and for a moment they all pause - a drop of lubrication from rodimus's valve splashes on thunderclash's face, and nautica's servos rest on the inside of thunderclash's thighs. then rodimus lowers himself onto thunderclash's mouth, gripping the berth for stability while thunderclash begins to eagerly eat him out, and nautica's servos work their way into thunderclash's valve. thunderclash's servos tighten into fists, his spinal strut just barely arching off the berth before he gets himself under control. it doesnt take nautica long to add more fingers, given their size difference, and then there's a moment where they disappear, only for him to feel the head of her spike resting against his valve. he ex-vents desperately against rodimus's valve, managing to vocalize a few "please"'s, and she slides it all in in one thrust.

he loses himself for a moment, arching into it, and nautica responds by grabbing his servos and holding them against the berth herself. rodimus bears down hard on thunderclash's mouth, and thunderclash doubles his efforts as an apology for his lapse.

at that point, thunderclash loses himself in the sensation, his world narrowing to rodimus's valve above him and nautica's spike inside him. he comes, and comes again, and rodimus's valve spills transfluid all over his face around when nautica's spike fills him up. they stop, the only sound in the room the whirring of their fans and the ex-venting helping cool their systems, before nautica eventually pulls her spike out of thunderclash's valve and grabs some rags to clean them up.

she and rodimus take extra care to be gentle with thunderclash, pressing soft kisses to his helm, and when they consider it satisfactory they settle themselves to his right, nautica in the middle with thunderclash and rodimus able to completely enclose her between them.

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things that turn seekers on more than anything:

servos sliding along the edges of wings, playing with the spoilers and sliding under them to brush the delicate circuity there

kisses right down the spinal strut, especially at the top of the junction of their wings

fingers dipping into the fans on their chest and mapping out the sensitive insides

gentle full-body grooming from fellow seekers, especially trinemates

a firm grip around the waist, between where their chestplate ends and their crotchplate begins

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sometimes thundercracker walks through the door of his trine's habsuite and finds skywarp's servos on his shoulders for all of a second before he's been transported onto the berth, skywarp on his knees above him. warp slides his servos down to fool with tc's chest fans, run his fingers along the sensitive blades, while he slowly grinds his panel down on his trinemate's.

after warp thinks hes drawn a sufficient amount of gasps and moans from fondling tc's fans, he withdraws his servos and slides them down and along the tc's sides to caress the underside of his chestpiece and the strip of waist. his grinding deepens, and unless tc is actively trying to keep it closed, his panel pops open and his array drags along warp's panel and covers it with his slick. it doesnt take long for warp's panels to release as well, setting their arrays grinding loosely against each other, charge crackling between them.

its always a toss-up, who spikes. sometimes warp feels the tip of tc's spike rubbing through his mesh folds and cant help himself, reaching down to guide it into his dripping valve and riding it with all he's got. his fingers will scrabble along tc's chest plates and leave paint transfers that tc will grumble about later, albeit fondly.

other times warp will smirk, spread tc's legs, and angle himself so his spike slowly seats itself in tc, a teasing pace meant to make tc beg for more. he'll lean over and capture his trinemate's mouth, worrying his lip plates with sharpened teeth. of course, the slow pace doesnt remain for long, because when he's like this, warp is insatiable, and sooner or later he'll pull back and hook one of tc's pedes over his shoulder so he can set a punishing pace.

skywarp likes it best when starscream saunters in behind his trinemates and whispers in warp's audial. a single word and a servo flat on the back of his wing can send him over the edge in an instant, thundercracker falling right after him.

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skywarp loves being sandwiched by both his trinemates, and loves making starscream squirm beneath him, but one of the most special treats is when he can reduce thundercracker to a puddle. tc tends to be in control more often that not, so sometimes warp and star like to take that away and make tc a breathless mess

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trine bonds mean that seekers can reach into each other's processors and pull out bits and pieces of thoughts, and the barrier is at it's most vulnerable when the seeker is otherwise... preoccupied.

this means if starscream is being a little shit while they interface, thundercracker can slow his thrusts to a nice, easy roll and set starscream gasping while he delves into his trinemate's mind and starts describing to starscream exactly what the seeker wants while refusing to give it to him.

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sometimes when they're in the mood, starscream and thundercracker will take turns sinking their spike into skywarp's valve and fucking him until he's oversensitive, pumping him full of their transfluid so it leaks down onto the berth, then berating him for making such a big mess. nothing quite turns him on like a soft chastisement whispered in his audial, telling him he's dripping everywhere, one of his trinemate's servos at his spike while the other feels along his seams and rubs around the openings that house his fans. the light touch of a finger in the right place can bring him to one last, strained overload, his valve convulsing and pushing out more transfluid while his spike empties itself out on his cockpit.

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starscream bracketed front and back by his trinemates, trapped between their heat while warp plays with his fans and tc runs his fingers along star's wings. warp presses a kiss to the underside of his chin just as tc probes under one of star's spoilers and star can't stop as his panel pops open and his spike pressurizes. some lubricant from his valve drips onto the nest as warp nudges his legs further apart and wraps his servo around the spike, giving it gentle strokes and making star squirm before dropping down and wrapping his mouth around the head.

tc quickly reaches down and grips star's waist before he can buck up into warp's mouth and begins whispering filthy things into star's audial as he gently grinds his spike cover against star's aft. star's moaning grows progressively louder and tc shifts one servo to stick a couple of fingers in star's mouth to get them wet before moving it back down and gently fingering star open while warp continues bobbing his head on star's spike.

right when star reaches the edge of overload, warp pulls off and presses teasing kisses around the spike housing, enough to keep star there but not enough to tip him. tc's spike cover unlocks with a click and warp takes it into his mouth for just a moment, lubricating it, his helm gently bumping against star's spike as he does so, before scooting back and guiding tc's spike into star's valve. a couple of strong thrusts, with warp gently working the head of star's spike over with his tongue, and star overloads all over warp's face.

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i only just saw your callout but

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pregnant skywarp lying on the berth as star and tc run featherlight touches along his frame, just enough to drive him wild. their servos resting on his belly bump as they press kisses up his neck and on his cheeks. they ghost their fingers around the edges of his panels until they snap open, untouched, and lubricant from his valve starts dripping onto the berth beneath him while his spike pressurizes against the underside of his belly. tc slides behind him and continues to feel up his frame while starscream slides down and starts to work warp's valve over with his glossa, occasionally flicking it over the anterior node and wracking warp's frame with shivers. tc's spike pressurizes between warp's thighs, and star pauses in his ministrations every now and then to tease it.

eventually, star guides tc's spike into warp's valve and crawls back up to kiss warp while he adjusts - then he starts adding fingers, slowly but surely, stretching the rim of warp's valve and wringing moan after moan out of him. it's a bit awkward to maneuver around warp's belly, but he manages, thrusting his fingers in time with the movement of tc's spike. tc mutters endearments into warp's audials the whole time. when star deems it stretched enough, he backs off, because he won't be able to kiss warp from this angle while he replaces his fingers with his spike. it's a tight fit, two spikes, but one they're practiced at, so it's all pleasure for warp as they move in tandem, a litany of praise pouring from their mouth, because even star is soft in these intimate moments.

warp comes first, of course. the pregnancy means he's already on edge most of the time, anyways, and after the wandering servos and the praise and being filled with two spikes, it only takes a few well-timed thrusts to tip him into overload. he shudders in between them, valve clenching, and that sets off star, quickly followed by tc. they pull out and cuddle closer to warp, servos resting on his belly, and easily slip into recharge.

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STILL of the opinion that warp needs to get dicked down on by both of his trinemates

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me posting that last post and noticing my phone is at 69% battery: nice

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[ja/red hopw/orth voice] yeah i got like 20 dicks whatcha lookin for

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absolutely to be horny on ns/fw blog but like i just wanna get some

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2am on a saturday is apparently real horny hours

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that kate beaton jean valjean/javert comic thats like "so, javert, you found me" is just skywarp at either/both of his trinemates