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reader and tfp soundwave making good use of those tentacles 👀 like tying reader or soundwave 👀 up, and those claw bits at the end of them??👀👀 👅💦💦

Your optics glitch and fuzz with static, sensors running amok trying to make sense of everything coming at you. Your battle system isn’t exactly attuned for a ‘casual run-in’ with a Decepticon, weapons suite continually trying to come online despite your arms being pinned back by a very firm tendril. You’ve always had something of an unhealthy fascination with the Third-in-Command of the Decepticons, particularly the very useful extra appendages he carries. Unfortunately, getting up close and personal has not stifled or sated your curiosity.

As long as Soundwave is willing to humor you, you’ll keep coming back for more.

One of those smart tendrils fills your valve, rapidly and repeatedly, as the communications officer watches behind that veil of a mask. He keeps his EM field pulled in tight, he always does, but you wish he would let the warm crackle of his arousal wash over you. Does he enjoy seeing you like this, an Autobot helpless to him in the most intimate of ways? Never once have you seen his spike, been filled by him, only given cold, probing tentacles. You wonder what will pull him in to finally press his frame to yours, sheathe his spike inside of you. Perhaps he’s uncomfortable being so bare before a mech.

Perhaps he’s using you? But once would have been enough. You’re well aware he records every encounter, no matter how small. Surely, if he wanted to use this against you, one recording of you pleading for him would be more than enough. And yet, he allows you to call upon him time and time again. It’s hard to gauge his level of enjoyment, but just a flicker, just a touch, of his field to yours would feed your curiosity further.

You arch your back, pressing down into the tendril thrusting into you, inviting him to use you however he wishes. So long as he keeps filling your valve. The tricky probes at the end of the tentacle inside of you brushes charge against your innermost nodes, lighting up your sensors with far more pleasure than a war frame can handle. You long for him to cave and fill you with something far more intimate than his many appendages, curious still, but Soundwave is unmoving and unreadable as stone.

You’re playing with fire, you know you are. This could end horribly for you, humiliated before comrade and enemy alike if Soundwave so wished it, but you’ve always been far too inquisitive for your own good. Far too greedy when you find something good. Your optics stay rooted to his mask, watching him watching you, and croon his designation. The minute twitch of his digits promising.

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pls.. a small soundstar doodle i beg ,,,,,

one soundstar doodle coming up!

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It's a constant amusement while watching the series.

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redraw of that skybound panel 🥴

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Open Rp

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Earthspark Soundwave as always is living rent free in my head

(Click for better quality idk what tumblr did to it to make it so fuzzy)

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our large bipedal son who we found on the street

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KINKTOBER DAY 5 - COLLARING

Pairing: Optimus Prime x Drift Continuity: Bayverse

Drift fantasises of what he would like to do, while indulging in the collared Prime.

Since leaving the Decepticons Drift had been working on his self-control with meditation to curb his aggression and to help him learn to keep a calm and collected head, but the biggest challenge to his self-control wasn’t the occasional aggression, but rather the sight currently before him.  He still wasn’t entirely sure what he had done to receive this honour, but nonetheless, the samurai cherished each and every encounter they had like this. Before he could dwell too long on it, he returned his attention to the present and immediately had to restrain himself, to not just simply grab the Prime and move him just like he wanted, no matter how rough or uncalled-for. Closing his optics, Drift took a few deep vents. 

The revving of a motor had him focus on the kneeling collared form again, and a growl almost slipped free at the sight of his sensei being brought to submission so beautifully. Kneeling and arms crossed behind his back, a thick collar the same blue as his paint job wrapped around Optimus’ thick grey neck cables and his optics bright with charge after breems of being brought to the edge over and over again, without being allowed to overload. It made Drift want to do horrible horrible things to him.

Ruin that Prime-ly reputation and scratch up his paint job, tear out his interfacing panel and have his valve and port take his spike until they were gapped too much to tighten up again, giving everyone seeing the Prime a nice view into his insides, showing off his fitfully clenching callipers and bright biolights marking his nodes. He wanted to pierce those thick puffy valve lips and run a chain through and lock it over a false spike so wide and long that it would spread even the Prime’s loose hole. And while he stuffed his sensei’s valve with an enormous false spike, he would feed another equally big false spike into his aft port, but this one with a tube that fill and fill the Prime with his transfluid until he was bloated and so full that it slowly dripped out past the false spike, sullying his leg. With his greedy holes stuffed, he would take his sensei’s spike and stuff it with a sound as big as his digit and then force it back into its housing, and then he would magnetise an inhibitor over the housing to force the spike to remain inside and prevent his Prime from ever overloading. 

But he couldn’t do that. What he could do, however, was open his sensei’s intake and push his spike inside the inviting heat and imagine that his fantasies were indeed true and that Optimus was not only struggling around the girth of his spike, but as well, because of the way he was stuffed and ruined beyond his understanding. With these thought, it did not take Drift long to overload, grabbing Prime’s collar and pulling him up to bury his spike to the base as he overloaded with a loud moan.

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Prettiest girl at prom

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Kinktober Day 5 - Teratophilia/Prostitution, Sparkeater!Starscream/ Eldritch!Soundwave

Kicking off kinktober with SoundStar because it's what they deserve.

The Vosian was glossy, reeking of scented polish and fine paints and claws that had never been dulled by a cycle of work, unnaturally keen. Soundwave knew immediately that this would be its target. The wealthy elite only came to the Dead End for one purpose, to find the mecha who'd been chewed up and spat out by exploitative systems and to buy the last thing any mech in this place had left to sell, their bodies. There were those who worked in the interface industry in the cities and towers, but no bot here was a worker, they were defunct goods, at best. The towerlings knew this. Soundwave waited until its target was nearer, then stepped into the half-light of the edge of the alleyway. "Query: Looking for company, tonight?"

"Not usually. Tonight, I may need it. How much?" The Vosian's optics raked over Soundwave's frame with a hunger Soundwave hadn't anticipated, Seekers more often preferring fellow flight-frames. Usually it had to dip into the mind of its prey to discover their desires and mould itself to them, but that might not even be necessary with this one. Good. Seeing their rapacious thoughts only disgusted Soundwave.

"One night: 70,000 Shanix."

The Vosian smiled slickly, pressing a loaded credit chip into Soundwave's servo and their frame against its chassis. "Up front, I assume?"

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The room, which was less of a hotel and more of a bolt-hole, was dingy and boasted a colourful bloom of rust patches and odd stains on the single berth. Starscream (as the Vosian had introduced themself) almost seemed to gleam ethereally, frame an unreal cutout in the grim setting. Soundwave had expected Starscream to take it to an inner-city lodging. Not in an area where their respectable peers would recognise them, but somewhere that wouldn't offend their sensibilities. It made Soundwave's job easier that they'd chosen a place no-one would notice a bot vanishing from.

Starscream pushed Soundwave against the door the moment it closed, grinding against its panel, soft derma on its mask, servos gliding up its waist to wind around its shoulders and claw at its backstrut. Soundwave reached for their mind, but there was a strange resistance. Starscream's touches became more insistent. Resignedly, Soundwave opened its panels, allowing Starscream to push it to the floor which was, mercifully, less rusty than the berth. "Please, be gentle," it said, playing into a common script in the absence of indication of what Starscream wanted to hear.

Starscream made no reply, one digit finding Soundwave's anterior node and rubbing deftly. It would be easy for Starscream to damage its array severely with those claws, but they were surprisingly careful. Yet, after half a klik, they snarled. "Why are you not lubricating?"

"Soundwave: Malfunctioning. Interface: May commence." Most clients took it dry, it hardly felt arousal during its work. Starscream's faceplates twisted with some indecipherable emotion and Soundwave tried once again to catch any opening into their thoughts, but none presented itself. If they had a mod, Soundwave would have to discretely block it.

"No, I... I can't wait." Starscream's wings tremble and they kiss Soundwave's chassis, then kiss it again and again with a shrill whine. Soundwave stares, at a loss. Whatever intel it might have gleaned for Megatron's cause might not be worth enduring this bizarre exchange much longer. Soundwave allowed its form to slip, dark tendrils coalescing behind Starscream, poised to snap their frame like a wire. "Open..." Starscream whispers, then glances up. Red optics met Soundwave's visor, and there was the hunger there again, but now Soundwave for the first time perceived it for what it was, and everything fell into place. It couldn't kill Starscream, not now things had become interesting. It opened its chassis and Starscream, as it knew they would, bit into its spark casing with starved desperation. Soundwave watched, intrigued as Starscream recoiled, face showing what Soundwave was able to recognise as horror, an emotion Soundwave had seen more than enough times to be intimate with it. Then the Seeker made a fascinating decision, and bit into its spark casing again, cracking the crystal with a strength no mortal mech possessed. There was no light in Soundwave, but Starscream's long, pointed glossa lapped at the shadow that oozed from its sparkless spark chamber, suckling on the incomprehensible something that was Soundwave's direct essence, an odd sensation. "So hungry... You have so much."

Soundwave stroked the back of Starscream's helm, pressing them into its chassis, and unfurled more tendrils, a glimpse of its true shape that its otherwise standard frame concealed. Starscream saw these, and when one ran the length of their array, they bucked back eagerly. Soundwave found Starscream was experiencing no such malfunction as it had, their array damp with lubricant. So, sparkeaters could experience desire. This warranted investigation. A tendril entered Starscream's valve, finding it tight and warm and pleasant, and so Soundwave added a second one. Starscream's wings hiked up in an expression of genuine pleasure as Soundwave pumped the tendrils in and out alternatingly. "Yes, fill me. The hunger... I need to be full. I need it." Starscream vented softly, pleading in between sucks and bites that did no harm to Soundwave, where it would have been fatal to any other bot. 

Soundwave wasn't sure what it was, only that it existed and was vast and ancient and alone, never had it met another being like it, who instead of light in their chest carried an endless tumult of fear and loathing and incomprehension and every thought and feeling (most of it terror) that mortal mecha felt around it. Starscream traced an impossibly sharp claw down its visor. "Let me see you." Soundwave let Starscream see it. It had no face, only a writhing mass of the same tendrils it was stuffing into Starscream's valve. Starscream kissed it, or tried to, twining their long glossa around one, letting Soundwave push others into their intake. Soundwave sped up the thrusts of its tendrils, the tip of a thinner one working its way in to tease and stroke their interior node continuously in a way no spike could have, while the first two tendrils continued plunging between enticing folds - Soundwave noted with surprise that it was enticed.

Starscream, too, noticed, a dampness on their knee alerting them to the lubricant coalescing like spilled mercury in Soundwave's valve. With a smile as sharp and lethal as their fangs, Starscream sank their spike into Soundwave just on the next thrust Soundwave made into their valve which had them nudged forward into its frame. Soundwave's vents stalled, which was almost amusing considering that they, like its valve and its frame, were only part of its disguise as a mortal Cybertronian. Starscream's thrusts were disharmonious with its own, slower and more focused. Their hips pulled back and snapped forward to their own time, heedless of whether Soundwave's tendrils were helping them forward or on the retreat. "We are alike, Soundwave." The sparkeater whispered knowingly, pulling down one of Soundwave's tendrils and mouthing it, licking the tip, the suckling it as they had done to its spark chamber. Soundwave slammed each of its tendrils as deep as Starscream's frame would take them, and released the dark something that was almost fluid, though certainly not transfluid and certainly nothing to do with the creation of life. It wouldn't feed Starscream like a spark, but their want for it permeated the room. It oozed from Starscream's valve and intake, and Starscream keened, swallowing as much as they could, drinking in Soundwave, valve spasming.

Starscream pulled out their spike and leant on Soundwave's frame, but Soundwave didn't mind. It hadn't expected an overload. Its tendrils retracted, stroking Starscream's wings. "Query: Elaborate."

The sparkeater only gazed up at Soundwave with a look that was all sharp denta and sharper optics. "Oh... You know."

Soundwave gazed back at the deceptively beautiful creature in its arms, its mask clicking into place to cover its monstrous features again. It did know.

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no you know what i'm gonna say it. while starscream is, undoubtedly, a poor little meow meow, it's not like he's a good person. he's an asshole, and i feel like people tend to forget this these days

YES everyone deserves a second chance. YES trauma and abuse have a big role in making a person. but you cannot tell me Starscream hasn't done anything awful ever and should be forgiven because "he was just blinded by Megatron! the abuse made him evil! he didn't know what he was getting into!" nope. embrace his bastard nature. he'll never be a good guy, nor will he ever be full-on evil. he works for himself and looks for ways to benefit his own ass. it CAN be that gray

saw a few takes that ticked me off. when someone just doesn't see the true complexity of his character. like he needs to be guarded at all times or he'll be too hurt by someone's words or actions. girl he doesn't care!!! he knows who he is and isn't!!! he doesn't need to be babysitted, ESPECIALLY not when you put an Autobot next to him and put that Autobot in a bad light because the Autobot thinks Starscream is awful. you just made it worse! sorry, but he's not that fragile, and i imagine it would take a lot of work to actually make him mad or sad

also characters aren't real people. you can just have a fucked up character that would behave differently were they a real person. characters are archetypes, ones that are mostly shallow and surface-level. they don't have to have a reason to be an ass - they can just be an ass, period

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Goryu is TIRED of being a grunt leading a bunch of other grunts. He is determined to overthrow the leadership of the Decepticons by taking Deathsaurus out. But the rest of the Dinoforce thinks that sounds pretty scary, so they've collectively decided that they want to drop a grand eletrichord on top of Jallguar instead. Why Jallguar? Well... he's... he's... he's just a lot less scary than Deathsaurus.

When Leozack discovers this plot, he is forced to conclude that the Dinoforce believe Jallguar to be more important than he is. Absolute chaos ensues.

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Transformers ES| Starscream

DTIYS!

He is our shining star!

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By god it happened again! The veil content is invading my brain + the wip soundwave that gave me a wrist injury (super proud of this so far though)

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The idea of a transformers cowboy au has been living rent free in my head for about two weeks now. I hope to develop this into mini comics and produce some more designs. For now, enjoy my cowpoke!

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Soundwave and Hatsune Miku cosplaying as each other

The hair peices are magnets