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Hey, everyone! Just thought I’d make an announcement to let you guys know that I will, in fact, be writing for Kinktober this year. I’ll be writing all TFA; about half will be x reader, and the other half will be character x character. I’ve already chosen each ship for each day. That being said, it’s NSFW content, so if you don’t want to see it or any Kinktober content, block/blacklist the “kinktober 2021″ tag as that will be the tag all of my Kinktober posts are going to be under. 

Credit to @kinktober2021 on Twitter for my prompts this year!  Here's some more basic stuff:

• There's three kinks given every day, but I won’t be writing all three kinks for each day. Sometimes I’ll write one of the three, sometimes I’ll write two, and sometimes I’ll feel like doing all three; just depends on how into them I am and what kind of reception I think they’ll get from my readers on here and on Tumblr. At the top of each chapter, there will be a header with the day of Kinktober it is, the prompts, and which one I’ll be writing. An example of the header that’s going to be on day one is “Kinktober Day 1: Rimming ~ MicroMacro ~ Tickling”. Since MicroMacro and Tickling are crossed out, I won’t be writing them. Since Rimming is left alone, I’ll be writing it. Each day will be formatted like that, let me know if you have any questions.
• I’m trying my best to be inclusive with my content and make something for everyone this year, but requests aren’t open; I already have everything drafted out and know what I’m doing for each day.
• As it’s Kinktober, some of the content is going to be pretty risque. I’ll tag anything that’s especially crazy, so be sure you have tags of your triggers/things you’d rather just not read blacklisted/blocked and double check the tags of this work before reading.
• The pieces will range from small 500 word drabbles to full 5k word story pieces dependent on how I’m feeling about the prompt and the ship. Just be prepared for some variety there. I’ll try to have each chapter uploaded at 12AM CST on the day of October the prompt is for.

That’s all I have to say for now! I’m actually very excited to write for Kinktober this year and hope you all share my enthusiasm. Enjoy!

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Kinktober Day 1: Rimming ~ MarcroMicro ~ Tickling

Bumblebee had never expected to have to sit down with you like this to talk about your sex life, servos wrung together and face plates dyed bright red with a heavy blush as he looked at the ground and talked to you.

Every month, the two of you tried to sit down and have a talk about your relationship. Nothing bad or crazy, just a way for the two of you to catch up over dinner (for you) and energon (for him) while sitting in his room, to bring up anything that was bothering either of you, to discuss what had gone especially well between the two of you that month. Usually, it went well enough, with the two of you sharing happy memories from the last few weeks and exchanging stories, the occasional issue or two easily worked through with your open communication.

But this time, things were different. Bumblebee wanted to mention something he’d been wanting to try, and he found himself riddled with nerves as he attempted to gather the courage to just come out with it.

“Bee? Honey? Are you alright?” You broke him out of his anxiety-induced daze, probably able to sense just how nervous he was. 

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine, just thinking about how to say this! I, uh...”

“Is something wrong?” You tilted your head so cutely, so innocently, (e/c) eyes peering into his sky-hued optics. The Autobot found himself leaning back a bit as you leaned towards him with concern etched in your features.

“No- No, it’s the exact opposite! I just...”

The issue? He wanted you to sit on his face.

Yeah. What could Bumblebee say? He was, as the humans would say, an ‘ass man’. On Cybertronian’s, like the rest of them, afts were hard and rigid, but on humans... Well, yours was soft, plump, something he could squeeze in his servos and get a good handful of, and he was in love with it. After seeing some human porn on his tablet that involved face-sitting, he’d wanted to try it, but no matter how many times he tried to wordlessly initiate it in the bedroom, it never seemed to work out for him. 

When he pulled you in that direction, you always moved to bend over or climb on top of him instead, more focused on his pleasure, and he wasn’t one to push you or do things by force if you didn’t seem interested- plus, he knew he should’ve just said it directly instead of trying to make it happen without clear communication. So, it hadn’t happened.

He usually wouldn’t mind that, and him being able to bury his face plates and his glossa in your core was more than enough for him, but he couldn’t ignore the desire he had to have you resting on top of him, your weight smothering him and his head drowning in plush (s/c).

“Well? What is it?” You sat there, clearly utterly dumbfounded as you waited for Bumblebee to speak. The two of you had taken a nice bath before this since it had been an incredibly long day, and you probably wanted to go to bed, but there he was, stalling. He could tell that you were even more anxious than he was now, likely under the assumption that he wanted to talk about something extremely serious. 

Finally, he came out with it.

“I want you... To sit on my face.”

“H-Huh?” You sputtered, your normally (s/c) cheeks now burning darker with a blush. If it weren’t for how awkward he felt in that moment, Bumblebee would’ve found your reaction hilarious. “Where did that come from?”

“Man,” Bumblebee sighed and ran a single servo over his helm before reaching out to you. “You just have a perfect ass, I’m so into it.”

“I mean, uh, thank you?” As he reached out for you, you came to him with a small smile, climbing into his lap with your knees on either side of his hips on the bed. “But are you sure? I’d be fine with it- I’ve kinda been wanting to try it, even, it’s just that I’m afraid that I’ll crush your head with my weight or something.”

At that, Bee blinked, completely unenthused. Compared to him, you were tiny. Even if you tried, you couldn’t suffocate him completely, but as weird as it was, that was what he wanted anyway; to be smothered. 

“Oh, hun, you don’t get it,” He laughed again, this time with something devilish in his optics as he rested his servos on your waist and massaged gentle fingers with his thumbs into your sides through your night-shirt. “I want you to crush me.”

“...Oh...” You trailed off with an intense blush, unable to even meet his optics.

“If you don’t want to, that’s okay! We can do something else-” He started to reassure you, just in case, but before he could finish, you were resting your hands on either side of his face and leaning in to press your lips against his; heated, passionate, and filled with so much love. He immediately melted into it as you nipped on his bottom lip, his servos tightening their grip on your sides.

“Let’s try it,” You whispered in his audials the second you pulled away, dropping pure audible lust that shot straight to his spike and his valve, trapped underneath his array panels. 

“R-Right now?”

“Well, do you want to?

“More than anything,” The yellow bot responded without much more thought, utterly breathless. You were staring at him with your (e/c) eyes full of lust and blown wide, heat radiating from your supple skin and (h/c) hair already a mess. “Please?”

You gave him a silent nod, and with that, he was maneuvering you on the bed to put you on your hands and knees for him, digits grazing over your body and slowly stripping your clothes off until you were fully nude. He gulped at the sight because, even though he’d already seen it a million times, it never ceased to amaze him; soft (s/c) skin, round chest, cute tummy, that curve in your back that he loved, your plump ass, and a pair of thighs that you could crush his head between, all for his optics and his optics only. You were amazing, beautiful, gorgeous, and he wanted to please you.

So, before getting to the main course, he decided that he wanted to please you first- it’d be better if he waited until you were wrecked anyway, right? 

Your arms were shaking and struggling to hold you up the second Bumblebee positioned himself behind you and reached around your chest to play with your tits; fondling, grabbing, digits toying with and pinching your nipples before drifting down your stomach and moving back to your hips, which he squeezed again. Finally, strong servos landed on your thighs, massaging them and working their way up to your ass, which he dug into so hard that both of you were sure there would be marks in the shape of his touches after you were done. 

“B-Bee... Hurry up and do something, this is so teasing,” You wiggled your hips, almost as if to prove his point.

Bumblebee probably should’ve given you his spike or kissed you some more, or even gotten straight to having you sit on his face like he’d wanted, but even though his spike was pressing painfully against his array panels, he wanted to taste you first; to please you, to make you fall apart in front of him... And he did just that. Servos moving back to your hips, he held you in place as he knelt down on the bed with his head between your thighs, glossa peeking out from between his lips to tentatively run over your folds from behind. 

You moaned his name and rocked your hips back into him, so he only got more intense, flattening his glossa to lick wide strips up the length of your pussy and circling it around your clit and entrance to pay the two areas special attention. You responded well to that, slick lubricant dripping from in between your legs and down your thighs, so he balanced his weight on one arm on the bed and continued his assault as he trailed his spare servo up your leg and trailed up further until he reached your pussy. 

Slowly, he pushed a digit into you, quickly followed by another, both of which you clenched around as he crooked them up to hit that sweet spot. The movements of your hips grew increasingly desperate, with you grinding against his fingers and against his face- almost a preview of what was to come, and oh, he could hardly take it as you moaned so brokenly and came around his digits in what felt like only a couple of minutes.

Bee gave you a moment before he pulled his fingers out and withdrew, staring down at you. You were turning to face him, hair sex-fucked and (e/c) eyes clouded over, a bit of drool that you’d tried to wipe away still on your chin from the depths of your pleasure. 

Before he could even think about what he was doing, the Autobot moved to lay down on the bed and pulled you on top of him. You seemed to know what he wanted, so you moved to have your knees on either side of his chest, back facing him and ass hovering just above his face. Hesitant to put your full weight on him, you only settled a bit, but he quickly grabbed your waist and yanked you down onto him, craving the full pressure of you.

The feeling was indescribable; he couldn’t see, couldn’t intake quite right, could barely hear anything but the sounds of his own vents and circuits going in his audials, but Primus, could he feel, and you felt amazing. Already wrecked from earlier with your pride gone and your body hot, you were grinding back against his face exactly like how he wanted, and he was hesitant to try it, but he wanted to worship what was right in front of him and found himself using his mouth on you again. 

This time, his servos were on your asscheeks, spreading you apart so he could bite and lick at the supple skin with his dentas. He knew that no one was going to see you like this, but he still wanted to leave as many marks as he could to show you that you were his, so that when you looked in the mirror without any clothes on, you’d think of nothing (or no one) but him. The way you were breathing so fervently above him, your little hands gripping his thighs in pleasure, only spurred him on. The boldness that had taken him over had him opening his array panel and reaching around so he could grab one of your hands and move it to his spike.

Immediately getting the hint, you used both hands to jerk him off, and with that, he was burying his face into the depths of you. His glossa circled the rim of your asshole, which despite the initial noise of surprise you gave, seemed to work for you as you only moved to work his spike more fervently in his hands and pushed yourself further against him. That glossa of his worked you for a few minutes straight, going around the length of your ass and dipping in as his servo moved to tease you from the front, digits circling your clit. 

Your hands made quick work of him, too; perfectly firm, a perfect speed, thorough and heated in a way that made his climax build up much faster than he would’ve liked.

It was one of the best overloads he’d ever had; back arching off the bed, a broken moan tearing through him and being muffled by your ass, legs shaking and processor going into overdrive, he finished and spilled transfluid onto both you and himself. 

Even though he took a moment to catch his breath, though, he found that your ass still on his face was more than he needed to want to go again. You moved to get up, only for him to hold your hips tight and look up at you.

“Come back, babe,” He whined as he felt his spike quickly repressurize. “I’m not done.”

With that, he pulled your full weight back onto him, and you were at it again.

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Kinktober Day 2: Gore ~ Spanking ~ Boot Worship

Ultra Magnus wasn’t sure how he felt about the idea of an arranged bonding with a conjunx who had been chosen for him. 

He supposed it made sense. The council preferred for the Magnus rank to be passed through those of the same lineage, and Ultra Magnus had no living relatives. So, while bonding and breeding naturally was looked down upon nowadays by most, they wanted to make an exception to have him bond with another bot and produce a sparkling of his own. With him getting older and the risk of something happening to him increasing, the council decided that it was time. He could just decline if he so wished and piss them off, but if he was being honest, he didn’t mind the idea of having a companion and a sparkling of his own.

Life as a Magnus was lonely. So, so incredibly lonely; he hadn’t dated since he was in the academy, hadn’t interfaced with another since he was a minor training academy bots, and he hadn’t been touched in... Well, it was an embarrassing amount of time, to be quite frank. 

And that’s where you came in.

The council hadn’t actually told him much about you. You were a medical bot with a good reputation and a pleasant appearance and demeanor, well known and loved in Autobot City. He’d have an opportunity to have you over at his abode, and though the council had insisted he have body guards, he’d denied it. If this was meant to be a meeting between him and you to test the waters about something as intimate as a spark bond and the creation of a sparkling, he didn’t want three burly Elite Guard Autobots peering over his shoulder plates the entire time. He was fully capable of taking care of himself, after all.

So, there he was, waiting in the front room of his large estate. According to the council, they’d have Sentinel Prime escort you to his home so his address wouldn’t have to be disclosed to anyone who might be after him. You were supposed to arrive within the next breem to see him, but surprisingly enough, you were early- there was a knock. 

Ultra Magnus stood up and felt himself get slightly... Dizzy? Of course, he chose to ignore it, knowing that it was just his anxiety about the situation getting to him. He didn’t mind the arrangement in itself, but he hadn’t tried to court anyone in such a long time, and he was terrified of making a bad impression on you. If he was going to be bonded to someone, he wanted it to be genuine, a relationship of love and adoration and devotion, not formal and miserable and stiff.

He wanted to get to know you and learn to love you, and he wanted you to love him, too.

Deep intakes, Ultra Magnus reminded himself as he went to the door and opened it. (thankfully) Sentinel Prime was long gone, so it was just you, standing there and staring up at him. Your servos were clasped together, big blue optics peering up at him. If the mech didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought you looked strikingly familiar, but he ignored that and opened the door all the way, then moved aside to allow you in.

You walked inside, and the Magnus shut the door behind of you.

“Good evening, sir,” You gave a somewhat awkward, strained clip of a greeting as you bowed down to him in the doorway. 

“No need for the formalities,” Ultra Magnus shook his head, relived when you stood back up and looked at him again. He was praying that you wouldn’t be overly-ceremonious about this. “Come, sit.”

“Ah, alright.”

With that, Ultra Magnus turned and swiftly walked with you following him until the two of you reached his private study. He’d thought about all of the best places to have this ‘date’ with you; his berthroom, the front room, his training room, his oil bar, his balcony... But ultimately, he’d decided on his study. It was large, comfortable, and he had lit candles in there that made it smell nice, as well as a premium bottle of aged oil that he could share with you. It was his favorite room in his home, so if he was going to be intimate with you, he wanted to share it. 

When the two of you reached the study, you walked in with him shutting the door behind the two of you. He sat down at the large leather chair behind his desk, and you sat at the one in front of it. The two of you faced each other as he spoke.

“I’m Ultra Magnus, as I’m sure you know,” Pausing, Ultra Magnus reached under his desk for two oil glasses, setting one in front of himself and then another for you. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Would you like a drink?”

“Same to you, and I would love a drink, sir,” You nodded and handed him the bottle of oil on the corner of his desk, looking at him again. He popped off the cork of oil without looking at it and began to pour it into one of the glasses, his own optics trained on yours.

Suddenly, Ultra Magnus stammered, jaw dropping. You hadn’t introduced yourself, but he already knew your name- you were the one he’d fallen so hard for all that time ago...

(y/n). 

Back when he was Ultra Minor, he’d been assigned to train academy bots by his superiors before being allowed to be promoted to Ultra Prime. While it wasn’t his preferred occupation, he had taken some solace in being able to mold young minds and prepare them for their futures- mostly on the battlefield against Decepticons, though some went into other fields like spacebridge technology and medicine that required battlefield training since encounters with Decepticons weren’t uncommon in them. 

You were one of his last trainees in a miniscule squadron of five other bots. While most were lazy and in need of someone stern to whip them into shape despite having high aspirations of joining the Elite Guard, you had never told him your preferred career path and simply did what he said with no complaints. You were always the first to do everything, the hardest at work, the strongest, and the smartest there. You were a perfect student, but... It had always been obvious that you’d had a little crush on him. Ultra Magnus was well-seasoned and perceptive enough to tell that what you had for him back then wasn’t mere admiration, but infatuation; you stared at him when he wasn’t looking, blushed when talking to him, gushed about him to your peers... It was obvious.

The worst part was that he returned the feelings. He thought you were kind and gentle yet determined and strong, beautiful and easy to be around, but he didn’t dare take advantage- because, while you weren’t too far apart in age, there was still a difference in power with him being your commander and you being a mere trainee. So, he ignored the feelings and never acted on them, waited for you to graduate, and... His career took off after that. 

He became a Prime, and then a Magnus within what felt like a mere blur of time. He never had the time to date, to interface, to love, but you crossed his mind every once in a blue moon.

He just... Never expected to see you again. Especially not like this, and especially not with you looking so much different; so much older and more beautiful, mature and confident. You carried yourself differently and seemed to have such a different energy that he couldn’t help but be attracted to you, even more than he was back then.

The chemistry was instant. 

“Wait... (y/n)?”

“Oh, so you remember me, huh? And, um...” You laughed, your face lighting up before you pointed to the glass that he’d been pouring- he’d been so distracted by you that he’d filled the glass up completely, only to continue pouring, which led to the oil overflowing onto his desk.

“My apologies, but,” Ultra Magnus gave an uncharacteristically nervous chuckle and grabbed a napkin from the side of his desk to wipe the spilled oil with. Once he was done cleaning up the mess, he threw the napkin away and handed you your glass of oil, and then took his own. He couldn’t help how his face burned red with a blush, and though it felt odd letting someone see him so flustered, he figured you would be seeing a lot of it, and... Knowing that it was you, he was a lot more confident in this working out. “How could I not remember you? Even after all this time, I’ve always thought fondly of you... I wonder how you’ve been, but I get so busy that I never get the chance to try to find you again. How are things? What have you done with your life?”

“I know you’d probably be disappointed to hear this, but even after all that training you gave me back in the day, I decided to become a medical bot- not one for the Autobot military, either. I’m the executive director and a doctor at the biggest civilian hospital in Autobot City right now.”

“Disappointed? I couldn’t be more proud,” Ultra Magnus smiled at you and reached out to place a servo on your shoulder from across the table as you sipped on your oil. It made sense that you’d go into a profession meant to help others and away from the war, as you’d never enjoyed violence. “I always knew you’d do great things.”

“I, um...” You seemed a bit taken aback by the genuine compliment and chose to change the subject. “How’ve you been?”

“Stressed, but well. It’s just part of the job. Life is a bit lonely, though, as you’d imagine...” Ultra Magnus calmed his nerves by downing his entire cup of oil in one go, slamming the glass back down onto the table and continuing. “It’s hard to court when you’re working all the time. I assume the council set this up because they knew I’d never put myself out there considering how occupied I am.”

“I understand... Maybe that’s why they chose me. I understand your position.”

“Be honest with me,” Ultra Magnus started. “Why would you agree to such a thing?”

“I’m sorry?” You tilted your head at him with a quirked optical ridge. 

“You’re a beautiful, successful bot with a high-paying, high-power career. You could have any bot in the city; someone more attractive, more kind, who could spare you more attention. The only thing I have on them is my power, but I know you’ve never cared about that sort of thing. What could it be that you’re hoping to gain from this?”

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’ve always wanted you,” You admitted, and instead of meeting his eyes, you finished your oil and stared down into your lap. “May I call you by name?”

“I’d rather you do.”

“Ultra Magnus...” It was the first time he’d ever heard you address him as anything other than ‘sir’, and Primus, did he want more of it. His processor was suddenly filled with old fantasies from when he was still training you, filthy ones involving you underneath him in his berth, filled with his spike and crying his name- but he tried to ignore it. “When I was in the academy, I was enamored with you. I just never said anything because of our different ranks- it would’ve been inappropriate back then, but now... The opportunity has arisen, so I thought I’d try to take it. I’d be fine with being friends, even.”

“And you realize I’m not the mech I was back then?” Ultra Magnus muttered and looked off to the side. As much as he was thrilled at the thought of finally being able to have you, he was aware that he wasn’t the energetic, enthusiastic, young commander he was back then. “I’m older, wiser, busier... I won’t be able to give you the constant attention that you deserve as another mech would, and I’m often tired and grumpy when I do have free time. I’m not the same as I was all those kilocycles ago, and you deserve the universe.”

“I didn’t expect you to be the same, and I’m not the same as I was, either. I don’t want the universe- I just want the chance to get to know you as you are now, and to be known in return,” You reached out for his servo- no, for him, and he reached out for you as well, taking your servo in his from across the table and bringing it up to his lips so he could press a gentle kiss against your digits.

It was the first time he’d had something so simple yet so intimate in a long time. His spark was lit aflame and melting all at once.

“I’d love to get to know you, then, my dear.”

“Ultra Magnus...” You glanced at him with burning red faceplates and something uncharacteristically devious in your gaze before leaning over the length of the desk and grabbing the back of his neck with your servos. It was bold, more so than he expected from you, and he couldn’t help but sigh with relief when you finally crashed your lips into his. It was heated and frenzied, glossas dancing with each other and lips molding together, servos gripping servos for dear life. Before he knew it, he was shoving everything off of the desk, glasses and papers falling to the floor as he reached across the desk to grab your body and pull you up onto the desk. You were sitting in front of him now with your aft on the wood, legs on either side of his shoulders, servos still on his neck as you broke the kiss and looked at him with pure lust etched into your features. “You’re more beautiful than ever.”

“Slow down, unless you want to consummate our arrangement before we bond,” He teased, a warning tone edging his voice, but you only fed into him.

“I wouldn’t mind,” You breathed, and against his better judgement, Ultra Magnus stood up and pulled you up and into him. You stood with your chassis pressed flush against his, hands on his mid-section and face buried in his chest as one of his servos rested on your lower back, the other on your aft. 

“Nor would I. Would you mind if I took you to my berthroom?”

“Please, I can’t wait that long,” You whined, needier than Ultra Magnus thought he would ever see you. 

“Are you sure about this? I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

It felt unreal. He hadn’t been intimate with anyone in lightyears, and here you were, wanting him to fuck you in his study within an hour of seeing him for the first time in... Well, he wasn’t sure quite how long it had been, but he knew it had been too long, and the thought that you already wanted him as badly as you did had his spike pressurizing underneath his panels faster than it ever had. 

“Alright, I...” The blue and white bot trailed off when he saw that you were staring at him, taking in his facial features. He was used to being feared, feared to the point where others always looked away from him, but you...

“Sorry, I can’t help myself,” You mumbled and looked away with a blush. “You’re just so... Ethereal.”

“Thank you...” The servo that was on your back moved up to cup one of your cheeks. “And you are as well.”

“There’s no need to flatter me,” You rolled your optics at him, only for him to do the same thing back. 

“I’m not flattering you, darling.”

“Yes you are.”

“You’re a lot more prone to backtalking than you were when we were younger,” He mused, a sadistic grin taking over his rough lips. You were small, cute, and already just as desperate as he was- he was sure that you wouldn’t mind things getting a bit rough, and if he was being honest, he was sure that was exactly what he needed. “I may have to fix that for you.”

“Oh? And how are you going to go about that?”

“Like this,” Ultra Magnus growled the words straight into your audials before squeezing your aft in his servo and then pulling back, roughly striking your behind and relishing in the sound that echoed through the room from the impact.

“A-Ah, Ultra Magnus!” You reached up to grip his shoulders and leaned into his touch.

“Perfect. Why don’t we change positions, hm?”

“Okay, um-” You went to move, but before you could, Ultra Magnus grabbed you by the hips and lifted you, turning you around and pushing you into the desk. “Oh! I didn’t know you could lift me like that.”

“Have you seen yourself next to me, dear?” Ultra Magnus scoffed and bent you over, playfully smacking your aft. “You’re tiny, now hurry up and open your panels for me.”

“Impatient, hm?” You teased with a smirk, only for Ultra Magnus to smack your aft again, which shut you up quickly. With that, you opened your interface panels, revealing a pressurized spike and a slick valve.

“That’s what I thought... Frag,” The Magnus teased and gripped your hips, grinding his front against your behind. You quickly moved back against him. “You’re so needy, already dripping for me... I should help you with that, shouldn’t I?”

“Please,” You panted. “Hit me again.”

“You’re just a glutton for punishment, aren’t you, dear? You like it when I spank you? You want more?” Ultra Magnus egged you on with a low tone and nipped at one of your audials. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“I need it, Ultra Magnus, please!” You begged, and he gave you another rough strike in return, which earned him a desperate cry from you. The Magnus opened his array panels and held his spike in his hand by the base, then bit his lip with his dentas as he rubbed the tip against your sensitive valve lips. Your intakes were sharp and loud when said tip brushed against your anterior node. 

“There you go... So good for me, my darling, I could get used to this,” Ultra Magnus sighed weakly as he bent you further over the desk and lined the head of his heavy spike with your entrance and speared you open by shoving it in, all at once. Maybe it was the oil, or maybe it was his own desperation, but he just couldn’t wait, and the way you jerked forward and cried out for him made him even more desperate for it. “Slag, how I dreamt of this for so long... You wouldn’t believe how many nights were spent fantasizing about this back then.”

It was going to be quick, and the both of you knew that. There was need in the air, need for touch, need for release that the both of you hadn’t had in a while, and neither of you seemed to mind.

“R-Really? I never would’ve thought... That you saw me like that back then,” You whispered.

“I was always enamored with you,” Ultra Magnus confessed as he looked down at where your two bodies were connected; his servos on your hips, his spike buried to the hilt in your valve, your plush aft pressing right against his front. “Let me prove it.”

With that, Ultra Magnus withdrew until he was almost completely away from your warmth, only to bury himself back into you in an instant; rough, fast, and hard, he set up a brutal rhythm with the full intention to fuck you senseless. 

It was both too much and not enough at the same time; your valve clenching down on him so deliciously, the clear of your lubricant mixed with the light pink of his pre-fluid dripping down your thighs, the wet noises with every thrust of his into your pliant body, your moans and the way you said his name- and oh Primus, he wished he’d acted upon his desire and tried to find you earlier. Without much thought, he was slapping your ass with his servos, over and over and over again until he saw that the cool metal had been stained with transfers of his own paint in the shape of his palms. 

“A-Ah, Primus, that’s so fucking good...!” You praised him and buried your face in your arms, only for Ultra Magnus to grab you by the back of the neck and lift your helm back up so he could hear you again- he’d be damned if, after all these years of waiting, you were going to hide your lust-played symphonies from him.

“May I overload inside of you?”  Ultra Magnus asked and slapped your aft, then gripped it and massaged it with his hand, unable to help how he groaned at the feeling of his blue and white paint transferring onto your (f/c) chassis and vice versa.

“Please do, I- Oh!” Without any warning, you gripped the desk and tensed up, a sobbing moan tearing from in between your lips as you overloaded around his spike. Your tight valve clenched down around Ultra Magnus’s shaft, triggering his fast-building overload as well. It was intense, world-shattering, and sinful, with him spanking your aft one more time before stuffing your insides to the brim with thick ropes of pink transfluid. “Oh my- Primus...”

You panted and rocked your hips back into him, milking him for everything he had before finally stopping and slumping against the desk. It was clear that you were struggling to stand, legs and knees shaking, so the blue and white bot slowly pulled out as he felt himself depressurize and moved to turn your body around to face him. He supported your weight by holding your body against him, finding comfort in your warmth. The two of you weakly moved to close your interface panels and sighed into each other. 

“Stay with me tonight, darling?” Ultra Magnus asked and pressed a kiss against your forehead, then your nasal bridge, then your cheeks, and finally, your lips before continuing. “I could run us a hot bath in my chambers, wash you, and then we could recharge together in my berth and share some energon on my balcony in the morning.”

“What about Sentinel Prime? He’s supposed to be here to pick me up and escort me back any moment now...” You looked at the clock, clearly anxious.

“He’ll be alright,” Ultra Magnus murmured, remembering how Sentinel had neglected his paperwork recently, which had greatly inconvenienced him. “I don’t mind making him wait outside until tomorrow.”

“Okay, if you’re sure, then yeah, that sounds nice.”

With that, Ultra Magnus lifted you into him, an arm under the crook of your knees and the other under your back as he carried you. You smiled up at him, and he couldn’t help but think; maybe having an arranged bondmate wouldn’t be so bad, after all...

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Kinktober Day 3: Petplay ~ Body Worship ~  Bukkake

When Optimus Prime woke up in the middle of the night to see that you weren’t there, snuggled up against his chest plates and wrapped up in his arms like you usually were, his first instinct was to panic.

What if you’d been stolen by Decepticons? Ran away? Had a nightmare? 

No, no. You weren’t Blackarachnia or any of the others that he’d lost in his long life, and you were all perfectly safe, on the Autobot base on earth. Nothing was wrong, and you’d probably just gotten up to go to the restroom or get a drink of water or something. The red and blue bot inhaled deeply, and then exhaled through his vents as he sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his optics. His recharge had been less than peaceful- probably because you weren’t there- and he wanted to find you to settle the anxieties that were now plaguing his processor. 

So, he stood up and threw the covers off of himself before exiting the berthroom and roaming around the base. Everyone was recharging in their rooms with the doors shut, and the bathroom light wasn’t on in the hallway, so he checked the kitchen next, only to see you staring at yourself in the reflection of the grey metal refrigerator. 

To Optimus, you were adorable figure drowned in a large (f/c) sweater, (e/c) eyes bleary from your interrupted sleep, (h/l) (h/c) hair messy. But still... He saw how you were looking at yourself, eyes filled with nothing but self-hatred, a look that he’d seen enough times while staring at himself in the mirror to know what it was.

“(y/n), are you alright?”

The words startled you, as you’d clearly been lost in thought, only to get cut off by Optimus Prime. When you turned around, the large mech was placing a gentle servo on your shoulder and looking down at you. 

“Uh... Yeah, I’m doing fine, why do you ask?” You lied and looked away, the tips of your ears burning red- it always happened when you lied, and though you didn’t do it often, he was good at catching it now. 

It wasn’t rare for you to look at yourself like that, but Optimus had never brought it up, afraid to tread forbidden waters and offend you somehow. It was late enough that his caution was thrown to the wind, though. 

“I hate seeing you look at yourself like that, and I hate when you lie to me,” Optimus sighed and wrapped an arm around your body so he could weakly pull you into him. “What’s wrong?”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“I can try,” The Autobot offered himself to you, gently scratching your back with his digits and letting out a small hum when you melted into his touch. “I’d go to the ends of the universe for you. Let me try to hear you out. Maybe you can explain it to me.”

“I hate my body.”

Optimus stopped at that, dumbfounded. You hadn’t been dating for very long, so he hadn’t seen your body in full without your earthly clothes yet, but he knew that you were beautiful, strong, and capable- especially for a human, as he’d seen you in battle plenty of times now. Still, he was aware that you were insecure about your abilities compared to those of Cybertronians, so that was his first assumption.

“Is it because you’re not strong enough?”

“No, no, it isn’t anything like that. I’m fine with how strong I am, and I think I’m a good person, with an okay personality, but I just...” You trailed off and pulled back from his chest so you could look up at him, (e/c) eyes pouring into his sky-hued optics as the next words you said broke his spark. “Hate my appearance.”

“Your appearance? What’s wrong with it?” Optimus asked, even more confused now that he knew what the problem was. What was there about their appearance to hate? There was nothing there that wasn’t beautiful. He almost said that, but he knew it wasn’t right to invalidate your feelings. He just wanted to hear you out and sing you praises, offer a listening ear and hold your hand when you needed it- nothing more and nothing less.

“I don’t know, I just... I hate the way my face looks. I hate my smile, I hate my laugh, I hate the way I look in pictures especially,” As you explained how you felt, Optimus frowned- he knew exactly what you meant. While he didn’t hate his appearance by itself, he hated a lot of things about himself, and his appearance fell into that; he avoided photographs and others drawing him at all costs and couldn’t stand laughing or smiling too hard, self-conscious about it looking ugly and awkward, as Sentinel had once said. “My body’s even worse. I feel like half my clothes don’t look good on me, and when I try to wear a cute outfit, I always break down and change clothes five times because I never look good in anything and end up wearing a giant hoodie and sweatpants to cover myself up. I feel like in some places I look too big, and in other ones I look to small, and I just...” You stopped, tears welling up in your eyes.

Optimus only pulled you closer.

“Wish you were someone else?”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“I don’t... Fully relate to what you’re going through, but I think I understand. I don’t like the way I look either,” The Prime admitted in hopes that him struggling with the same thing (to a certain extent) would comfort you.

“What? But you’re so handsome!” You laughed and pulled back from him, tears streaming down your cheeks, those of which he wiped away with his thumbs. 

“And you’re gorgeous to me like I’m handsome to you, but we all have our own insecurities. It’s just... A thing that we all have to learn to live with at some point. I know it’s hard, and that me singing my praises to you won’t magically make what you have to live with better, but I hope that I can support you. I’m here when you need me, or even just when you want me. I’m always here for you.”

“Thank you Optimus, I... I really appreciate it.”

“Please, let’s go back to bed,” Optimus murmured, smiling when you reached up and out for him.

“Okay.”

With that, he lifted you up effortlessly and carried you bridal style back into your shared berthroom, setting you on the edge of the berth. You peered up at him with uncertainty in your eyes, and all he could do was get on his knees in front of you and kiss up your body- from your feet, to your bare legs, to your thighs, up your midsection and chest, and finally, your lips.

“(y/n), I think... You’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh, stop-” You chuckled and covered your face, only for Optimus to nestle his chassis between your legs, resting his helm against your chest and his large servos on your hips.

“I mean it. I don’t understand how you could hate this.”

“Yeah, says the guy who’s never seen me with my clothes off,” You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

It was true, he’d never seen you without something covering most of your body, and though he wondered what you looked like frequently, he waited- human clothes were like his intefacing panels, and he didn’t want to push you over something so big if you didn’t want to.

“Oh? Is tonight the night?” The Prime quipped back, and though it probably wasn’t the best time to propose such a thing, he saw how your (s/c) cheeks burned red and your (e/c) eyes went wide. “I’m joking-”

“Do you want it to be?” You muttered and looked away, but Optimus could tell by your tone that you were... Intrigued?

“I mean... Do you?” Optimus’s servos were moving to your knees, sneaking up underneath your sweatshirt to trail his digits up the expanse of your thighs and squeeze at the plush skin. 

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“Then, if you’re comfortable, I’d like that.”

Immediately, you were moving back on the berth and removing your sweatshirt, laying down flat. Optimus moved to get on top of you and stared down at your body, able to feel his spike already pressurizing against his interface panels. You were beautiful, a map of (s/c) skin and delicacy, plump thighs, a soft tummy, and plush tits that he couldn’t help but lean down and toy with; one massaged in his servo, the other nipped at by his dentas in a gentle manner. You moaned and leaned into the touch, staring down at him.

“So, how does this work?” You asked, presumably about how sex between the two of you would work with your vastly different sizes. 

“Primus,” Optimus breathed and pulled away. His optics landed on the apex between your legs; soft looking, slick, and similar in shape to a valve with flowery lips and a tight opening. “You’re ethereal. This is what you’ve been hiding from me all this time?”

“Stop it...” You looked away, embarrassed.

“Never, but about how this works... You’re far too small to take my spike unless I’m mass displaced, which I’m not, but I can still please you in other ways if you’re interested. I think I know what I’m doing for the most part, walk me through it if you need to...”

“Okay, here, kiss me.”

With that, the red and blue bot pressed a gentle kiss against your lips, and then pulled back so he could kiss down the length of your body again- he’d be damned if there was a single inch of your skin left untouched. He was kissing your face, neck, shoulders, breasts, stomach, hips, thighs, legs, ass, feet, and sneaking back up, leaving a trail of hickeys and bitemarks in his wake as he reached the area between your legs, then paused to look up at you again.

“Beautiful. You’re the kind of woman that the artists here make statues and paintings of.”

“Optimus...”

“I love your body so much, (y/n)- love you so much. I could worship you for the rest of my life. I can’t believe I’m so lucky as to have you here with me like this right now.”

“I love you, too,” You whispered back and rested a hand on his helm, the other gripping the pillow behind you.

“I love your hair and how it gets in your eyes when the wind blows outside. I love your eyebrows and how they furrow when you’re mad at me, and how you look at me with those pretty (e/c) eyes when you think I’m not paying attention. I love your cheeks and how red they get when you blush, how you kiss me with those gorgeous lips. I love your neck, and your shoulders, which you always seem to have the weight of the world on. I love watching your chest rise and fall when you’re sleeping, love resting my helm on your tummy, I love your thighs and your legs and the feet you walk on... Primus, I love all of you, more than you’ll ever know.”

Silently, Optimus grabbed your legs and hooked them over his shoulder plates so he could kneel down between your legs and bury his face into your tight heat. You tensed, and then cried out to him, already consumed in pleasure as he used his glossa and his lips to kiss and explore the sensitive area- you were already drenched for him, desperate and ready for release.

“Oh, God!”

“So sweet,” Optimus moaned into your skin and flattened his glossa to drag it from your perineum to your clit, using the tip to toy with the sensitive bud and reveling in the taste of your juices. Before he could dwell on it too much, he was opening his array panels and taking his spike in his hand, flicking his wrist in a steady rhythm to get himself off to eating you out. “I love this part of you, too. Why don’t you grind that pretty body of yours into my face plates for me?”

“Like this?” You mumbled, shy and unsure of yourself as you moved your hips against his face, the breath knocked out of you at the feeling of his nasal bridge and lips providing that sweet friction for your wet pussy. The intense pleasure he could feel rolling off of you had him picking up the pace with his servo, imagining that it was you getting him off and not him as he worked himself to completion.

“Mm, just like that.”

There wasn’t much talking to be done- not with the way Optimus was so feverishly burying his glossa into your wet heat and rubbing his face-plates against your folds, not with the way you were grinding into him, not with the way you were moaning his name so brokenly.

Optimus overloaded before you did, too consumed in how you tasted and how your thighs were squeezing around his head so perfectly to even stop himself. With a shout, the Prime overloaded into his own hand, pink transfluid staining the dark-colored metal. The noises that he made reverberated through your soft skin and drove you wild as Optimus dipped his glossa into you again, and then removed it, servos moving to spread your petals with his digits so he could lick at your clit from all angles and circle his tongue around it.

Your thighs were shaking now.

“Optimus, I’m close...!”

The second you warned him, he suckled on your clit, which was enough to send you over the edge. You came on his face, slick juices coating his tongue, lips, chin, and fingers and filling him with euphoria. Optimus drowned himself in it. He was lapping up your juices like he was parched, worshipping your body like it was Primus, relishing in how you shook around him like a trembling leaf. 

Finally, though, he pulled away to keep himself from overstimulating you. His optics met your (e/c) eyes, and everything seemed to fall into place. Your cheeks were red, eyes glazed over with lust as he took your legs off of his shoulders and allowed them to fall at your sides. 

“Perfect, you did so good for me, love,” The Autobot praised you as he reached into one of his storage compartments for a microfiber cloth to clean both your body and his servos, throwing said cloth into your hamper across the room when he was done.

“T-Thank you, I really needed that,” You struggled to catch your breath and reached down to run a hand over his helm, which had him nuzzling into the inside of your thigh in return.

“It was my pleasure,” Optimus sighed and closed his interface panels. “Tonight was about you, and you look spent. Why don’t we sleep?”

“You sure?”

“Of course, silly,” Optimus laughed and moved from in between your legs to get on the other side of the berth, laying down comfortably and outstretching his arms for you. “Now c’mere.”

Still naked, you crawled under the covers and pulled them over the both of you, and then curled into the Prime’s body. Optimus kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you.

“Optimus... I love you so much.”

You buried your face in his chest, content, and Optimus could only smile; wide and unabashed, because if you could reveal your entire body to him, he could smile at you without holding back, even if it made him a bit nervous. Thankfully, you only smiled back with love and adoration in your eyes- just like you always did.

“I love you, too.” 

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Kinktober Day 4: Bimbofication ~ Cockwarming ~ Collaring

Snow poured from the sky in harsh, furious waves, coating Prowl’s bay windows white as he looked outside. The natural phenomena was such a fascinating thing to him; droplets of frozen water, all in different shapes and sizes, falling from the clouds above him.

Normally, he’d go outside during this time of year, allow some local wildlife to use his heated metal for warmth, go on a walk through the forest, but today? He had more important things to focus on.

Or, important thing- important person, AKA you. Prowl was sitting on his large berth, with you on top of him, completely naked, (e/c) eyes filled with tears of pleasure and anticipation. One of his servos was rested on the small of your back, the other tightly gripping the chain on which the thick, (f/c) collar around your neck was connected to. He pulled on it just enough to make your breathing ragged- just enough to inch you closer to him as you rocked your hips into his, your heat gliding over his spike in rhythm with your movements.

It was tantalizing. The black and gold bot was sure that the two of you had been at it for almost an hour now- you grinding yourself against him, growing increasingly impatient and desperate, while as turned on as he was, he managed to stay composed, determined to make a babbling mess out of you before he was done.

“Prowl, please...” You begged him, meeting his optics for the first time in a while, (e/c) pouring pure lust into a faded blue. Your eyes were glazed over with foggy desire, half-lidded and pupils blown wide.

Oh, how beautiful you were, and how no one else got to see you like this. Just him, just Prowl, because you were his, and the collar around your neck that he used to stop your movements right before you came was evidence of that. He’d been edging you for longer than usual, mainly because he knew he had all day for once, and he was going to take advantage of that to completely and utterly wreck you.

“Please what?”

“Mm...”

“What, can’t think of anything to say? I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already stupid for me, look at you.”

“Fuck me, I can’t take it anymore...!” The tears of anticipation finally boiled over, streaming down your reddened cheeks and making a mess of your otherwise pure (s/c) skin. Your grinding became more frantic, less controlled, but when he felt your thighs tremble in that telltale way they always did when you were about to cum, he forced you to stop. 

“What did we talk about earlier? I’m the one making the demands here,” Prowl murmured and yanked at your collar again. It was his favorite part of how the two of you did things, if he was being honest; it was risqué, a symbol that you trusted him, that you were his and that he could control you. “And since I’m making the demands, I want you to do something for me. You see the weather out there?”

“Y-Yes...? What about it?”

“It’s quite cold. I think I need something to warm me up, and you’re the perfect solution to my predicament, so why don’t you hop on?”

“Okay...” You averted your gaze and moved up, lining your entrance up with the head of his spike before sinking down onto him. Your heat quickly enveloped his length, all of the teasing from earlier making you plenty slick and drenched in your own lubricant that you were ready to handle his large size. You tensed, moaning and reaching out to grip his shoulder plates, the words that followed slurred with lust. “Ah, God, f-finally...! ‘s so good.”

“So good that you can’t even speak properly?” Prowl mocked you, earning a hurried nod in return. You tried to lift yourself up and push your hips back down, but he only placed a servo on your side and gripped it firmly enough to leave bruises so he could hold you still, earning a whine in return. “I’m glad to hear that it’s good for you as well, because you’re going to be sitting here for a while.”

With that, Prowl wrapped the chain of your collar around his servo even tighter than it already was and used it to yank your head back so he could lean forward to press fervent kisses against your neck. The sudden movement was just enough to sink his spike further into you, the tip kissing your sweet spot in a way that made you moan his name.

It was a cold, snowy winter day in which you were all his, everyone locked inside because of the snow, inside their berthrooms, trying to stay warm... And it was just the two of you. 

Prowl wished that there were days like this more often, but the fact that there weren’t made this one all the more special, so what could he say? He was going to take advantage while he could.

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Kinktober Day 5: Panties & Lingerie ~ Glory Hole ~ Foodplay

Bulkhead already felt out of place even though he’d only walked in a matter of seconds ago.

Of course, he knew that, as a celebrated “hero”, he shouldn’t have been doing this, but after he’d returned to Cybertron from earth, it was hard to find someone. There were those that idolized him for his newfound status, which made him uncomfortable, and then there were those who were terrified of his size, which wasn’t unusual for him, but always hurt his feelings.

As tame and easy to satisfy as Bulkhead was, though, he had his own physical needs just like anyone else... Which is how he ended up here, in the middle of this weird brothel he’d heard about from Bumblebee of all bots, standing in a dark room that was sanitary and empty; on a small table in the corner, there was sanitization spray and a box of tissue, a trashcan, and in one of the otherwise empty walls was a large hole that he assumed was for... 

Well, you know.

It probably wasn’t his brightest idea, but he’d already paid for your services, and it would be awkward to leave, so he opened his array panels after doublechecking that the door was shut and locked behind him. His spike wasn’t pressurized yet, and he found himself taking the length of it in one of his servos, gently pumping. It was large- larger than most Cybertronians could take, and he wondered if it would be okay to actually do this. Would he hurt you, the anonymous person on the other end? What if you used your mouth? Would he choke you? Would he go too deep into your valve and hit something that he wasn’t supposed to? He had no idea, and the thought filled him with anxiety, but it was... Almost erotic, in the sense that it had his spark beating against his chest plates, servo moving faster up and down his spike; green and grey, lined with shiny red ribs on the underside and leaking a bead of pink transfluid at the tip.

It was the filthy kind of thing that he would fantasize about in a wet dream, not something he ever imagined he’d be doing in real life, and yet... There he was. Spike in one servo, other servo near his valve, digits sinking in and teasing the slick entrance as he gently pushed the head of his length into the hole in the wall.

Immediately, he froze at the feeling of something warm and wet and tight enveloping him, and as he pushed his hips forward, he found that you took him through the wall without any problems, your valve tight but welcoming for him despite his abnormally large size. Electricity flowed through his circuits as he realized how sensitive he was- it made sense, since he hadn’t been pleased by another since before he’d crashed with Team Prime on earth and hadn’t gotten the chance to meet anyone since returning to Cybertron.

The feeling of lace- presumably some sort of underwear, which was used on Cybertron exclusively for sex appeal in places like this- had him shuddering and rocking his hips to fill you to the brim through the hole. You were so, so good, and the only one to have ever taken him in like this, as most others he’d interfaced with could only handle half of him if not less.

Bulkhead didn’t even do the work, allowing himself to be pleased by you, the phenomenal-feeling bot who was currently thrusting your hips back against his to meet his spike. Loud, lustful moans from the two of you seeped between the walls, filling your audials with pure euphoria. 

It was quick, fast, and desperate, and as the green mech felt your tight valve clench down around his spike, he came into you with a groan and a desperate rock of his hips against the hole in the wall, flooding your insides with his transfluid. Hesitant, after a few breathtaking moments of coming down from his high, he withdrew and watched your valve through the hole; lips a nice shade of (f/c), fluttering around nothing, leaking pink liquid before you pulled away. Bulkhead didn’t dare put an optic to the whole to see the entirety of you, though- the whole point of this sort of thing was privacy for both parties. 

There weren’t any words spoken, as Bulkhead knew it wasn’t custom to do so in these sorts of places, and he wouldn’t have known what to say anyway.

He tried to clean himself quickly, using some of the napkins on the table to wipe the lubricant and transfluid off of himself, throwing them away in the trashcan before closing his array panels and leaning back against the wall to intake deeply.

It was silent; minus the gasp that fell from between his parted lips when a paper with an intercom number fell from the used hole in the wall. 

Without hesitation, he rushed over to the paper and picked it up.

What was he about to get himself into?

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How you ended up in such a compromising position with no other than Longarm Prime, you had no idea, but you were there, and there was no going back.

He was your lover... If you could even call it that. There was no real romance involved, but after the disappearance of his friends from boot camp on earth, you as his assistant paid extra attention to make sure that he was doing alright, and that had turned into... This.

One night, after the two of you had finished some work for Ultra Magnus, you were alone with him in his office. You didn’t even realize it as it was happening, because there was a moment where you were looking over at his powder blue optics, and the next, you were bent over his desk and told to keep your eyes shut.

It became a regular occurrence after that; you were friends and coworkers during the day, but at night, when one or both of you needed relief, you’d go to the other.

Tonight was Longarm’s “night”, as the two of you had agreed when you started your relationship (if you could even call it that), which meant that he got to choose exactly what the two of you were doing.

And that’s how you ended up with your servos tied together and bound to the headboard of the berth in his private quarters, your interface panels open and optics covered by a thick blindfold- the blindfold was always there, for some reason, but you never questioned it. Maybe he was self-conscious about his appearance, and you trusted him with your life, so having your vision taken away during intercourse was the least of your concerns with him.

The most of your concerns, however, was how he was failing to touch you. You could feel his optics burning into you, too, but he still lingered where he had been above you on the berth when he’d put the blindfold on you- there had been a sound, large and uncharacteristically transformation like, but you knew it wasn’t his vehicle mode, so it was probably just him opening his array panels.

You squirmed, letting out a weak whine, only to earn a slap on one of your thighs in return. 

The first time you felt Longarm’s servos on you during sex, you were surprised at how different they felt compared to how they looked; you expected them to be rough, medium-sized with blunt digits, but instead, they felt large and smooth with rounded (almost sharp) digits that were long- almost like claws. You hadn’t dared to admire or touch his servos closely in real life, though, so maybe you were just that much smaller than him, or maybe you were imagining it.

“Before we start, what are our rules?”

His voice, slightly deeper and quieter than it was during your daily lives, rang in your audials. You couldn’t help but buck your hips up as he spoke.

“If you ask for a color or I get uncomfortable, I need to tell you what color I’m feeling. Green means that I’m doing good, yellow means that you need to slow down and check on me, and red means that you need to stop completely and administer aftercare,” You spoke the words like a mantra, used to this being a regular part of your interfacing-routine since the second or third time you’d met like this to establish boundaries and specify what your arrangement was; physical, strictly.

“Good... Now, shall we get started?”

With that, Longarm was already pushing into you- no prep, no warning, because for some reason, he never used his mouth and sparingly used his digits on you. Part of you loved the pain, though- the feeling of Longarm hovering above you, rolling his hips into yours to push his spike into you in one fluid, experiences swoop. You wrapped your legs around his waist, just as surprised as you always were to feel how boxy and narrow it was compared to the curvy body you normally perceived. Tensing up, you tried to grip something, but had no leverage with your servos tied and settled back into the berth with a weak huff.

“L-Longarm, frag...”

“You know that’s not how you address me during this. Try again. Color?”

“Green, sir.”

Every time was the same, but you were never prepared for it; never prepared for how his chassis was pressed up against yours, never prepared for how he impaled you with his huge spike, never prepared for how he’d whisper pure filth into your audials and make you overload until you either cried for him to stop or passed out underneath him. 

“Look at you, coming undone on my spike already,” Longarm muttered the words right by your audials, but didn’t touch you, didn’t kiss you- he never did, only letting his spike and his talking do the work. The way his hips were slamming into yours, rubbing against your anterior node and filling your valve with his spike, had you addicted. Even bound and blindfolded, you tried to meet his thrusts by wiggling your hips up, an attempt that would prove futile with how forceful his movements were, keeping you down. “Filthy whore. Everyone thinks you’re such an innocent, pure little Autobot, but you’re just a slut when it comes to my spike, aren’t you? The Autobot High Council would’ve never guessed how much of a slut you are when they appointed you as my assistant.”

“Y-Yes, sir! I’m your slut, please make me overload, ‘m so close!”

“That’s it, get so loud that everyone can hear you say you’re mine,” The way Longarm Prime, usually kind and easily flustered and well-mannered, spoke to you during interfacing was astounding, and though you never would’ve expected to like it as much as you did, you couldn’t help how you cried out for him after hearing the mere words, valve clenching and squeezing as you came around him. “I feel you, you’re getting close. Overload on my spike and I might just be kind enough to frag you some more, if you’re lucky.”

Again, at his words and with a perfectly delicious brush of his navel against your anterior node, you came around his spike as it was buried to the hilt inside of you, falling back on the berth and tightening your thighs around his side.

Usually, he’d at least give you a minute before going back at it since you needed time to recover, being so sensitive, but he wasn’t feeling particularly merciful tonight. 

Longarm pulled out until it was just his tip inside of you, and he thought he was going to pull all the way out so you could recuperate, but he didn’t, only slamming back into you and earning a shocked mixture of a sob and a moan in return.

“W-Wait, Longarm-” You started, only to be cut off with a rough slap on your thigh for the second time that night.

“Try again, and address me properly this time.”

“Sir, please wait,” You begged, wriggling underneath him, though his large servos moved to your thighs to keep them spread apart and hold you down as he started fucking you again. “I j-just came, you’re so good, can’t take anymore!”

“You’re going to take it whether you like it or not, whore,” The Autobot (???) demeaned you and went harder, and though the overstimulation had you crying out in what you couldn’t decipher as exactly pain nor exactly pleasure, you shook and moaned and keened for the mech above you. “Color?”

“G-Green!” 

And with that, Longarm only went harder, glad that you were completely unaware of who was actually above you right now.

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Ratchet laid on Optimus’s berth on his stomach, looking over at his lover with a sigh and a small smile.

Optimus had always looked so cute when he slept, as much as Ratchet hated to admit something so sappy out loud. The Prime was curled up on his side, a single arm thrown across Ratchet’s back- because he always had to be touching someone to be able to recharge properly- with his other arm curled up against his own chest plates, plump lips parted with every one of his intakes, face rather peaceful for once as he relished in a much-needed slumber.

Ratchet just hated that he’d have to be the one to interrupt.

When he and Optimus had started their relationship, that of which was fully romantic but also fully hidden from their team, they’d made open communication about their emotional and physical needs a priority. It was important, considering that both of them had, well...

Baggage.

Whether it be a little problem or something they wanted to try, a big problem or something that had happened recently, it was important to communicate.

Ratchet just hadn’t assumed that it would lead to this. 

When Optimus Prime had sat him down on the berth a week ago and told him that he wanted to experiment with somnophilia, all fidgety servos and red face plates, he had almost blown a fuse in shock. Their interfacing had been relatively vanilla up until that point, and while Ratchet had been hesitant, trying to propose a specific day, Optimus said that he wanted it to be a “surprise”.

So, it was going to be a surprise, if he could even call it that. Optimus knew about it, just not about what day, but Ratchet figured tonight was perfect; they’d had a long day, Optimus had already been asleep for a few hours, and since they didn’t have patrol tomorrow, they’d be able to sleep in for as long as they wanted- or, as long as possible, until Ratchet had to sneak out the window and make it back to his room before any of their team saw them sleeping together.

Ratchet sighed and tossed the blanket off of both of them, kicking it to the corner of the berth with his peds- with what they were about to be doing, neither of them needed it, as it would be plenty warm. 

Optimus curled further into him- perfect, he thought as he turned on his side to face the mech.

Before he knew it, Optimus was nuzzling into his chest plates, and he couldn’t help how his spark jumped at the sensation. Optimus Prime was gorgeous, statuesque, and Ratchet always wondered how a bot as old and tired and grumpy and fucked up as him could score someone so ethereal, but he didn’t dare question his good luck in fear of making it run out. Instead, he only appreciated Optimus while he could, that being evident in how he so tenderly pressed heated kisses against the mech’s neck and traced the seams of his interface panel with his thick, blunt digits as he slept.

Ratchet almost jumped when he felt Prime stir in his sleep, but tried to ignore it and sighed at how his lover’s face was quickly buried into his neck, small hums and grunts falling from between his soft lips- if Optimus weren’t sleeping, he’d kiss them, but he supposed that could wait until the other Autobot woke from his slumber.

A few more seconds of teasing later and Optimus’s panels were opening on their own, revealing a half-pressurized spike and a slick valve that made Ratchet groan at the sight. With one arm wrapping around Optimus’s waist, the other was used to reach down and in between the younger mech’s plush thighs, two digits being gently pushed into his valve- just enough to make him tense and twitch in his sleep from the pleasure, but not enough to wake him up. 

Ratchet, having slept with Optimus enough times, knew exactly how he liked it; slow, rough, and sensual, dripping with lust and passion and all of those other more youthful things that Ratchet assumed he’d lost until Optimus came into his life. So, he moved his digits in a steady pace, doing long, rough strokes and scissoring his digits so the tips would hit the Prime’s sensitive sweet spot, occasionally curling them against the moist and spongy walls. 

Optimus became increasingly restless, thighs clenching and unclenching, servos grasping at Ratchet’s shoulders, beads of condensation forming on his face and optical ridge furrowing in the depths of his pleasure, but he stayed asleep, so Ratchet added two more digits and buried them deep, biting his own lip plates at the sight of Optimus’s spike fully pressurized and leaking beads of pre-fluid onto Ratchet’s thighs.

He moved the arm that was around his waist so he could use his spare servo to grab Optimus’s spike by the base, using the prefluid as lubricant to give him a servo-job as he continued to fuck the Prime with his digits. He was surprised at how long Optimus had stayed asleep, and it made sense considering how deep of a sleeper Optimus had always been, but fuck, at this rate he thought Optimus would cum like this and not even wake up from it.

Only, right as he thought that, Optimus’s heavy intakes changed, instead replaced by a long gasp.

“R-Ratchet?” Optimus blinked, optics activating and immediately focusing in on Ratchet. The older mech felt self-conscious for a second, wondering if this had been a bad idea and if he should stop because of the confusion that had been etched into Optimus’s features, but the second the red and blue bot recognized exactly what was going on, he gave a loud, desperate moan and immediately started fucking himself on Ratchet’s fingers. “Oh, Ratchet... Frag, please...!”

“There you go, sweetspark, you’re almost there...” Ratchet encouraged his lover, who gripped his shoulders and struggled with moving his hips, clearly unsure of whether he should be impaling his valve on Ratchet’s digits or bucking his spike into the medic’s hand. The movements were frantic, frenzy, and the noises were so loud that Ratchet was sure he was going to have to play it off as some sort of maintenance accident putting Prime in pain if anyone asked in the morning. “Be good and overload for me.”

Optimus being the Cybertronian-pleaser he was, he overloaded on command, throwing his head back and crying out as he came into Ratchet’s servo, pink transfluid coating the inside of the older bot’s palm and slick lubricant drenching his fingers. Without question, Ratchet stopped to let Optimus recover, and then slowly removed his fingers and his servo from the younger bot to lick them clean with his glossa and then use a napkin from the nightstand to wipe them both off. When he threw the napkin away, he looked over to see Optimus looking at him, sky blue optics glazed over with some sort of combination of lust and adoration.

“Slag, we need to do that more often,” Optimus panted, slumping onto the mattress, legs still twitchy and face burning bright red as he lazily closed his panels and huffed. He looked completely spent, but it was a gorgeous sight; the normally strong, prideful, stern Optimus Prime reduced to a quivering mess. 

“Yeah? I do have to say, Prime... You look good like that.”

“Mm, Ratchet...” The red and blue bot mumbled, turning to lay on his back and reaching over to hold one of Ratchet’s servos in his own. “That was just what I needed, thank you. I feel great. Do you need me to do anything...?”

“I’m sure you do feel great after that little display,” Ratchet chuckled and squeezed Optimus’s servo in his own. “And no, as good as you look right now, an old mech’s gotta get his rest. We’ll have plenty of time to catch up in the morning... We can go to sleep.”

“Sounds good,” Optimus smiled, soft and sweet, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to Ratchet’s forehead, his nasal bridge, his cheek, and then his lips. “Love you.”

“I love you, too... Now sleep. I know you need it.”

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Soundwave intook deeply as you hovered over him, servos grazing over his chassis with such grace and delicacy that he couldn’t help how he bucked his hips up at the feeling. It was more intimate than usual. He knew that.

With a lack of protoforms, Megatron had started encouraging natural reproduction and spark bonds amongst his followers again despite both practices being looked down on in Cybertron since it was a time of war. Megatron didn’t care, though, and the idea elated Soundwave, who’d believed for a long time that the robot species should be able to live as they live without abusing their technology. 

He had been in a relationship with you for a long time, though it had been mostly hidden. You shared the same beliefs as him, had the same hopes and dreams, you loved him, and you were willing to cater to him as he was to you. Your relationship was simplistic and easy, mostly unspoken, especially in the bedroom

You’d always dominated, and he’d always loved it. While usually responsible for so much pertaining to the Decepticon cause, Soundwave liked to relinquish his control every once in a while, but you were the only one he trusted. 

So, there he laid, blindfolded with noise-canceling headphones covering his audials, ready to try for you guys’ first sparkling. For the most part, you’d only been teasing him since you’d started, kissing and giving fleeting touches even though both of your interface panels had been open and you’d both been fully pressurized and dripping with lubricant the entire time.

Without any warning, you grabbed his spike by the base and teased it with your digits, pumping up and down so tenderly, using your thumb to swipe over the tip and collect the prefluid that had gathered there. Soundwave only leaned into the touch and moaned, probably something loud and debauched and desperate, though he couldn’t hear himself.

Seconds later, the blue mech felt the head of his spike being rubbed against the lips of your valve; slick, warm, and hot. He tried to buck up into you, only for you to use your spare servo to hold his hips down before lowering yourself onto him in one swoop.

He knew he cried out at that, back arching off of the bed and lubricant tears filling his optics. The fact that this was happening just so he could fill you to the brim with his seed, impregnate you with his sparkling, had him trembling where he laid. He couldn’t wait to see you round and carrying his sparkling, couldn’t wait to see what you looked like full of his seed- he hoped you were kind enough to lift the blindfold so he could see that after you were done, at least. 

You rode him like a maniac intent on achieving a goal without giving him so much as a few seconds to adjust to the feeling of you clenching down around him in such a heavenly way, like someone desperate and craving and carnal, servos resting on his stomach to balance yourself as you bounced those delectable hips up and down for dear life- he knew you were moaning, as he could feel the reverberation from it when he reached up to roam your chest and your neck with his servos, but he couldn’t hear or see it; could only imagine it, imagine your lips parted and optics squeezed shut as you cried out for him. 

Soundwave froze in place as he felt the tip of his spike hit a spongy, deep spot inside of you, which had him seeing stars. The sensation triggered his first overload, and all he could hear was his own sparkbeat in his ears, legs trembling and servos gripping your hips for dear life as he buried himself to the hilt and filled you with hot, pink ropes of his seed.

He waited, expecting for you to be merciful enough to take the blindfold and headphones off, to lift yourself from his spike and get the both of you cleaned up, but you only ground your hips against his again and pinned his arms down to the berth. 

“Hey, I don’t think we’re done yet,” You whispered as you lifted his headphones, soft lips right next to his audials. “Take as much time as you need to recover, but you have to fill me up more than once tonight, yeah?”

“Y-Yes, (y/n)...”

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Your relationship with Slipstream was complicated.

As a loyal human ally of the Autobots, you knew it would be looked down upon, but you still confided in your Cybertronian friends about how much you loved her, how much you swore you could fix her, but no. You couldn’t fix her, and you didn’t really want to.

She was evil. Devious. All sorts of fucked up and twisted, and honestly?

You loved it. In your normal, innocent little life, you’d never met someone so exciting, so thrilling, and you never wanted to let her go. 

“I heard your conversation with those filthy Autobots earlier,” Slipstream mused as she lingered between your legs, rubbing her face plates against the inside of your thighs, still clothed in your shorts. “Telling them that you loved me, that you think I’m good deep down, that you can fix me.”

“Y-Yeah?” You murmured, still taken aback and shocked from when she’d taken you there- you had simply been on a walk after an argument with Optimus Prime about why being in love with Slipstream was ‘irresponsible’ and ‘selfish’ of you, strolling through the forest with red cheeks and your heart beating fast when Slipstream suddenly swooped down in her alt mode, turned into her robot mode, picked you up, transformed back with you in her cockpit, flew away with you, and took you to where you were now.

She’d turned back into her robot mode yet again and dropped you so carelessly onto the ground, only to pin you down and crawl between your thighs where she was now.

“You’re wrong and you know it,” The Decepticon hissed as she slipped her servos underneath your shirt, toying with your tits and smirking at the way your face burned and tightened at the stimulation. “It’s pathetic how you lie to them like that. I know you love how bad I am, you miscreant. You relish in how terrible I can be.”

“M-Maybe,” You averted your gaze, only to look to the side and notice where you were; in a peaceful little forest, with a bounty of large, lush trees and plants, and a running stream right next to you that’s sounds of gently flowing water filled your ears at the same time that your fast, hard heartbeat did. “But they don’t need to know that, do they? You know how they are.”

“And yet, you side with them,” Slipstream rolled her optics at you, one servo resting on your hip and the other drifting between your legs, slim digits rubbing at your heat through your tight shorts. You jolted at the sudden touch, and then leaned into it. “During the day when everyone’s watching, you act like you’re such a pure, sweet thing, but the second they look away, you run to me like a bitch in heat so I can please you, isn’t that right?”

You didn’t answer at first, earning a glare that quickly made you speak up.

“Y-Yes, Slipstream!”

“Much better,” The femme hummed, rubbing her face plates against your thighs again as the pace of her fingers rubbing at your folds through your shorts picked up. “I can feel that you’ve already produced plenty of that lubricant that you humans make, so why don’t you take off your clothes for me?”

“Okay,” You didn’t care that you were out in the open where anyone could walk by at any moment, didn’t care that she was staring at you so deviously, didn’t hesitate. Instead, you only pulled your shorts and panties off in one go, not even bothering with your shirt, which she shredded with her claws, leaving you naked and exposed for her to ogle shamelessly.

“I know you have to put up a front to a certain degree, but the fact that you can’t admit to those closest to you how much you adore me for who I am is such a shame,” Slipstream hummed with a false frown as she laid you out on the grass, completely disregarding the occasional rock or stick that could’ve easily brought you discomfort- not that either of you cared. “Humans and Autobots alike, you’re all so filthy,” A pause, in which she looked at you, and then pulled your legs over her strong shoulders. “At least I can admit who I am, and admit who everyone around me is. I was lingering outside your base, waiting for you to come out so we could do this, and you were all too caught up in your melodrama to notice me just standing there outside your window, listening. Were you thinking about me? Thinking about us?”

“H-Huh?” You blinked, tilting your head. To be honest, with her hot breath lingering over your petals and lustful optics peering up at you, you were finding it hard to focus on anything that she was saying.

“I said were you thinking about us? Imaging me using my glossa on your body or stuffing you with my spike while you so valiantly defended me to your stupid little Autobot friends? Or did you imagine your face and your hands in my valve? Or maybe something else?”

“S-Slipstream,” You huffed, too caught up in your lust and in how she was staring at you with so much passion, so much intent to even respond properly. “Please.”

“Oh, my apologies,” The Decepticon snarked and grinned up at you, pretty lips pulling up into a wicked grin. “I forgot, you were too busy thinking about me fucking that pretty little cunt with my tongue to even listen, weren’t you?”

Looking away, you nodded, heart beating fast against your chest.

“I’ve needed you all day, please, we can talk about this after,” You half-heartedly begged, knowing how she liked it when you felt humiliated by and desperate for her. “Please make me cum, I’ll give you whatever you want, okay?”

“Fine, you needy slut, but I’m not letting that go,” With a huff, Slipstream was rubbing at your lower lips again with her digits, teasingly sinking in a first and then a second into your dripping heat. You moaned her name out loud, well aware of how she was always craving ego boosts from your embarrassment, and well aware that you loved giving her those. 

As her digits stretched you out, she added a third, and then a fourth, roughly rubbing your inner walls. Slipstream then started a rushed pace of fucking her digits in and out of you as she used her spare servo to spread you open. You wiggled your hips, almost as if to encourage her, and in return she buried her face plates into your pussy, glossa peeking out from in between her wisteria-hued lips to lap up the slick between your folds.

It was heated, Slipstream dripping with anger and determination, you dripping with lust and utter adoration; a sinful combination that had the both of you moving faster and faster, your climax approaching you embarrassingly quick, which you knew she would make fun of you for later.

It built up fast, and though you tried to buck your hips into your lover’s face, she gave you a warning growl that made you keep yourself still immediately, only able to lay there and accept the abuse on your hole and on your clit- too fast and yet two slow at the same time, your pussy throbbed and clenched down around those slim digits, Slipstream’s servo still kept your lips spread apart enough for her to lick at your clit from all angles and curl her glossa around it at will.

Finally, one particularly rough lick and a crook of the Decepticon’s digits inside of you had you crying out and cumming on her glossa, juices dripping onto her and thighs and legs shaking on her shoulders. She teased you through it and waited for you to stop twitching before pulling back with a cocksure smirk on her face and wiping her servos off on the grass.

Exposed and awkward, you grabbed your shorts and underwear and used them to cover your body before realizing-

“I, um, how am I supposed to get home with my clothes like this...?” You asked and gestured to the torn pile of cloth on the forest floor that was once considered a shirt.

“Home?” The Decepticon offered nothing but a barking laugh as she roughly grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into her strong chest, as if what you’d just asked had been the funniest joke she’d ever heard. “You’re not going home after what you said to your friends today- no, you’re coming with me so I can show you exactly who you belong to, because the idea you have of me right now seems to be completely wrong. Understood?”

“Understood.”

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Megatron was painfully, sickeningly, disgustingly in love with you.

It was almost cute.

Almost.

The Decepticon’s normally cold, void optics were filled with utter adoration when they were laid upon you, and even if he did it subconsciously, everybot saw how he had a protective servo rested on one of your shoulders at all times to keep you by him- to feel you by his side, and to scratch your back in a reassuring manner with one of his claws when you got nervous or upset. He spoiled you, too, claiming that you were a human who was simply taken as a hostage and that he didn’t mind disposing of you at any minute to anybot who asked- meanwhile, you had the largest quarters on their base and had everything you could have ever wanted; fancy Cybertronion jewelry, whatever meals you wanted, top-notch medical equipment, and the nicest supplies known to man for all of your hobbies and pass times.

But you, oh you, you were a hostage; often terrified and unsure of what to do with yourself, taken from your home, unfamiliar with everybot around you and unaccustomed to the Decepticons or why you had so many lavish things and so much kind treatment from a bot who was cruel to every creature you’d ever seen him interact with aside from yourself… And Starscream? He wasn’t above taking advantage of you to get back at Megatron.

His plan had started the moment you were brought onto the Decepticon base on earth. He was in charge of guarding you, having temporarily gotten back into Megatron’s good graces for one of his schemes, and he’d planned on doing the guarding he’d been assigned... Kind of. Megatron made it clear that you were to be protected at all costs, so Starscream’s original plan was to simply punt you through something hard enough to kill you.

Upon seeing you, though, something stopped him. Maybe the idea was forming in his brain before he even realized it, or... Maybe it was something else. Maybe he found you attractive as well.

And that’s why he had stolen you away, of course. He’d been infatuated, not in love like Megatron, but completely and utterly driven by lust at the sight of you; (height), (e/c) doe eyes, (h/l) (h/c) hair, and a bashful little smile that he just wanted to wipe off your face with his spike.

So, he had fabricated a tale as old as time in your mind; Megatron was your captor, you were a damsel in distress, and Starscream was simply there to rescue you from an otherwise horrible fate. 

That’s how you ended up where you were now, inside of some dingy human building with Starscream pushing you up against the wall, servos trailing up your thighs. And you’d let him, of course, begged and pleaded for him to touch you just like he’d planned, moaned at his kisses and bucked your hips into his even though both of you were still fully clothed.

It was the dead of night. The place was abandoned and dark, dirty and old, with the only light being that of the moon that poured through the single window and the glowing red of Starscream’s cherry optics. 

The seeker was growing impatient, but he wanted to make you desperate, to make you cry out for him, so he’d take as much time as he needed getting you ready before he finally took you. 

He was never that lucky, though, and so much blink in surprise when your eyes widened in what looked like some mix between horror and embarrassment.

“Tch, so this is where you went,” Starscream found his cheeks and audials burning red against his own will at the sound of Megatron’s voice. That was the tone the older mech used when he was scolding you, teasing you, about to punish you-

Ah. Starscream figured he should stop thinking about that, as he and-

“M-Megatron!” 

-hadn’t done that in a long, long time. 

You tensed and backed yourself into the wall, but Starscream only rolled his optics and peered back at Megatron, who had walked into the abandoned warehouse and was continuing to walk towards him, arms crossed.. 

Did that dolt really have to interrupt now? Right when it was getting good?

“I never thought you so foolish, (y/n)... I’m sure he spun some fantastical tale to you, but he’s just as cruel as I am, just as evil, just as forceful,” Megatron slowly walked towards the two of you, grabbing Starscream by the back of of his neck and pulling him away from you. Still, the warlord’s vermillion optics remained locked on your face as he continued to talk. “I gave you your space. It seems like he’s manipulated you, my poor thing...”

“Me? I’ve done no such thing, only saved her from the likes of you,” Starscream hissed, turning around and shooting a glare at Megatron. “Don’t try to make me out as the bad guy, Megatron. I remember how you treated me when we were together, I wouldn’t want the same fate for her.”

Thinking about their relationship was weird. They had been driven by lust and mixed it up with love, and both parties were horrible to each other. It had lasted for an entire month. 

They still fragged sometimes, and then never talked about it afterwards- not that Starscream had wanted you to know any of that, really, but it had slipped, and he figured it was just another thing he could use to manipulate you; oh woe was he, poor little Starscream, abused by the evil Megatron- 

“What a horrible time for you to bring up our past,” Megatron hummed, effectively cutting off his thoughts and slipping behind you. Now, his back was against the wall, and you were trapped between the two mechs. Starscream’s servos were on your hips as Megatron began to press gentle kisses against the back of your neck. “Let me join you. (y/n)?”

You looked at Starscream, clearly wondering if he approved, to which he nodded. Maybe his plan had been to steal you away from Megatron, but hell, he could do that later- right now, having the both of you was all he really wanted, because he’d been lusting after you since the start, and Megatron had always been...

Well, fuckable.

“U-Um, I mean... Sure?” You responded; meek, quiet, and a little fearful, as you usually were. 

“Fine,” Starscream grinned and used his claws to rip your shirt down the center, tearing the garment to shreds along with your bra, both items falling to the floor as he looked into Megatron’s optics the entire time, cherry burning into vermillion. “I’ll show you just how much better I am than you, Lord Megatron.”

“Insolent as ever,” Megatron responded, a servo going under your skirt and between your legs. Though his attention was focused on you, digits rubbing at your clit through your lace panties, he continued talking to Starscream. “Now it seems I have two brats to tame instead of you, my dear Screamer.”

The old nickname made him feel sentimental, if only for a moment, long nights of Megatron holding him down and kissing him until their lips were numb and spiking him down until the seams around their interface panels were raw running through his processor.

“Screamer?” You smiled, chuckling a bit, but Starscream quickly cut you off by raising his servos to your exposed tits, pinching your nipples between the slender middles of his claws to keep from slicing you. 

“Shut it, both of you,” Starscream mumbled and blushed before shoving your skirt and panties to the floor. Whatever joke you might’ve been about to make died on your lips as you were exposed to the two mechs; plump tits, soft tummy, thighs he wanted his helm crushed in between, and the dripping wet pussy that Megatron was currently fondling with his digits. “Humans are so fascinating... I hated you all at first, but you already look so wet for me, (y/n).”

“Switch me,” Megatron told Starscream, and though he should’ve questioned it, he didn’t, simply moving so that he could be behind you, Megatron retracting his servo from your folds and slipping in front of you- but before he knew it, you were being pushed down onto your knees by Megatron, and the older mech’s interface panels were opening. “You’ve always had such gorgeous lips, darling,” Megatron hummed and grabbed you by your hair, then roughly shoved you onto your knees. You didn’t fight it, only crying out in shock and looking up at the red and grey con, waiting for your command. “Use them on my spike, as punishment for daring to leave me without permission. Starscream, my dear,” Megatron’s voice, almost mocking, continued. “Do as you wish with the rest of her.”

“I hope you know you’re not ordering me around here,” Starscream scoffed and got onto his knees behind you, bending you over with one servo on your chest to support you and the other on your hip. “I’m simply being generous with you, Megatron.”

“Yes, and turbopigs can fly,” Megatron rolled his optics and grabbed you by the hair again, staring down at you. “Oh, how fascinating you humans are... So tiny but so durable, and you seem to produce so much lubricant. Could I make it come from your optics, too?”

“I-It’s different...”

“Excuse me, I don’t think I asked you to talk. Get to work.”

Starscream could only watch with wide optics, digits trailing over your ass and down to the apex of your thighs, running over and teasing your slick folds as you tentatively grabbed at, kissed, and licked Megatron’s already pressurized spike. The damn thing was a bit bigger than your head in terms of length, so he knew you wouldn’t be able to take it all in, but it would be quite the sight to watch.

You licked up the length, swirling your cute little tongue around the head of Megatron’s spike and giving it a flurry of kitten kisses and more licks, almost as if you were worshipping every ridge and circuit, just like Starscream had at one point. Megatron pushed into your mouth as far as he could without hurting you, which made you gag, tears coming to your eyes, and at the same time, Starscream lined his spike up with your entrance and pushed in- no mercy, he was rough, immediately fucking your soft body with a vengeance. 

You moaned at the stretch, the sound reverberating around Megatron’s spike, which made the Decepticon cover his face with his spare servo and shudder at the sensation.

As calm as Megatron had tried to act, it had clearly been a while since he’d been touched, and Starscream couldn’t help but tease.

“Has it been a few light years, Megatron?”

“Shut it before I make her trade you spots,” Megatron threatened, but as Starscream pulled almost all the way out and thrusted back in, starting a rhythm of fast and deep, the older Decepticon quickly shut up, clearly more fixated on watching and on how your pretty lips felt wrapped around his spike. 

You cried out, thighs shaking and eyes rolling back as you came around Starscream’s spike for the first time- quick, easy, fluid. It was tight, pulsating, so tight, and the grip that you had around his length had his hips stuttering as he overloaded inside of you. 

Humans weren’t built to take transfluid, so he wasn’t surprised to see the pink liquid dripping out of you as soon as he’d filled you up with it, but Primus, was it hot, and he wanted to see more of it. Before he’d even fully depressurized, he was getting hard again. 

Quickly, Starscream reached down between your legs and teased your clit with two of his claws- again, careful to do it between his knuckles so he wouldn’t cut your delicate skin with the points. You looked at him with your eyes still fuzzy with lust, clearly surprised by the extra stimulation as he pushed his spike back into your heat, watching his transfluid flow out and drip down your thighs, mixed with your own slick. 

Fuck, you were intoxicating. 

“What, you thought we were done, (y/n)?” Starscream nipped at your neck from behind, earning a whine from you in return. You tilted your head back, only for Megatron to grab your hair and push his spike back down your throat. 

“Oh, you know I haven’t even finished yet, you little whore,” The warlord laughed, breathy and baritone in your ear. “I don’t know about dear Screamer over here, but we aren’t even close to being finished here, darling.”

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It was a calculated risk, taking Jazz and Sentinel Prime with you on a trip like this when you’d initially thought to include only Team Prime. The plan was to make up for the camping trip that had gone so badly because of the space barnacles with Sari, Bumblebee, and Prowl, as well as to drag Optimus, Ratchet, and Bulkhead along. Things got convoluted when Prowl asked to bring Jazz along since he was on earth, which then led to Sentinel Prime demanding that he be allowed to come to ‘keep an eye on Maintenance Prime’ even though you- like everyone else- knew damn well that he was slowly becoming interested in earth and its scenery but didn’t want to admit it because of his pride.

It was risky, but sure, fine. Surely, Sentinel couldn’t do too much damage if he came, but... You hadn’t foreseen the camping trip with the Autobots going like... This.

You had been sitting on the rooftop of the cabin on the last night of the trip, enjoying the view of the stars. It was a secluded, large place that your family owned and allowed you to use- thankfully, large enough to fit the Autobots since it was essentially the size of a mansion. You assumed everyone was either inside the cabin asleep or exploring the woods around you, nowhere near where you were, but you were proved wrong when you looked over to see no other than Sentinel Prime climbing onto the roof with you.

He looked at you the second you turned your head to look at him, almost like he was some sort of frightened animal waiting for you to attack. You tilted your head, smiling, and surprisingly, he came and sat next to you with his knees pulled to his chest and his arms wrapped around his knees. 

“Sentinel.”

You looked at him, already feeling your heart jump at the sight of the Prime. As horrible as it was to chase after someone who claimed to hate your entire species, you had been crushing on Sentinel from the start. There was some good in him and you knew it, knew that he was capable of being softer and kinder than he’d let on, and even though he’d never admit it, you were sure that he was starting to like you, too- not in the romantic sense, of course, but almost like a friend. He talked to you more than most of the Autobots, and regardless of the fact that he’d insult you occasionally, he did seem to care for your well being and listen to you to the point that the others had started to call you the ‘Sentinel wrangler’, a nickname that you actually didn’t mind. Still... It was unusual for Sentinel to join you, alone on a rooftop, and sit so close that he was almost touching you. 

“Human.”

“I don’t get to talk to you very often. I’m actually surprised you’re not running away right now and screaming for Jazz to decontaminate me,” You laughed, and surprisingly, he smiled- if only just a bit. 

Sentinel had been in some sort of mood since you’d agreed to let him come for the camping trip and everyone knew it. His touch was gentler, his insults had less edge and less meaning, and for once, he didn’t seem like he had a stick up his aft. You weren’t sure what it was, but you had certainly noticed it and wanted to get to the bottom of it before you had to leave tomorrow morning.

“Don’t tell anyone I said this, but you humans aren’t as bad as I thought,” Sentinel admitted and looked off to the side, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Got a bad past with organics, kinda made me misinterpret what you were like, but yeah... I’m actually a bit, uh, never mind-”

“Huh? No, tell me what you were gonna say.”

“I’m curious about you!”

“That’s... Sweet,” You blinked, surprised that he’d come forward with such a thing and flattered that he was interested in you specifically. “I’m curious about you, too, actually.”

“Yeah? What about?”

There were so many things that you wanted to know about Sentinel. You wanted to know his favorite color, his favorite weather, what he liked to do in his spare time, what books he liked, his hopes, his dreams, his downfalls, his nightmares, and everything that made him who he was, but most of all, you wanted to know-

“What you feel like.”

The words were bold, and you would’ve regretted saying them were it not for the telltale face of interest that Sentinel gave you in return.

“You’re not too bad for an organic,” Sentinel murmured, face burning red and audials twitching in embarrassment as he stared down at the rooftop he was sitting on. “You can touch me- I’ll give you the privilege, if you want.”

You couldn’t believe it was real, but at the same time, you wanted to take advantage of it before he got too flustered and ran off. So, you moved closer to him and tentatively placed a hand on the side of his faceplates, gulping when his bright blue optics snapped to meet your (e/c) eyes. You continued going, albeit cautiously, running your hand over the top of his helm, then over his audials (which seemed to be twitching at the attention), his jaw, his chin, his neck, his shoulder plates, his broad chest, his stomach, his thighs... You stopped before it could get too crazy, but found yourself heated, face burning and heat building between your legs at the sensations that came from roaming his body with your delicate fingers. 

“Oh, wow... You’re very, um, built,” Was all you could say, hand resting on his thigh before you realized that it had been there for a tad too long and snatched it away. 

“Yeah? You like it?” He tried to sound confident, but his voice faltered as he tried to fish for compliments from you- not that you minded giving them, of course. If you weren’t afraid of Sentinel making fun of you or getting angry for singing him praises, you’d do it all day, but this seemed different than usual and you felt oddly safe with him here. 

“I... Guess you could say that. Out of all the bots here, I definitely think you have the most attractive frame.”

“How so?”

“Your chest is broad and smooth,” You started, eyes trained on his chest. You wondered how it would feel pressed up against yours, the feeling of his spark beating against his chest matching that of your heart in yours. “You have a great hip dip, big thighs, wide shoulders... Strong looking back. I like your face, too,” You met optics again and smiled. “You have sharp eyes, they’re very intense, and I like your paint job, and your smile...” 

“You’re the only one of these fools with good taste, I see,” Sentinel laughed and showed off his flashing grin in return, but then things got silent again.

“Would you like to touch mine, too?” You offered.

“I guess...”

Sentinel’s servos were on you in an instant, one on your hip and one on the side of your face, digits tracing your (s/c) skin and optics trained on your frame, almost as if to memorize you. It was oddly intimate, oddly quiet, and though you expected him to tease you or say something about how disgusting organics are, he remained silent.

“You’re quiet.”

“You’re very soft,” Sentinel whispered, quiet for once. The servo on your hip ran over your tummy, then your back, and gripped your thigh without letting go; firm, large, comforting, strong. The servo on your face was gentle and loving, thumb running over your cheekbone, and then over your bottom lip. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes widened. “Your eyes are a nice shade of (e/c), and uh... Your lips. They’re pretty, kissable looking- Wait! No, that’s not what I meant!”

“Sentinel-” You tried to stop him as he pulled away and shot back, clearly about to run off like he always did when he was embarrassed. 

“I’d never want to kiss you, you organic-”

“Sentinel!” You yelled loud enough to make him shut up, grabbing his servo and sighing at his pride... He really was ridiculous sometimes. “It’s okay. You can kiss me, if you want.”

“Do you want me to, though?”

“You know what?” You swallowed deeply, praying that he couldn’t hear the sound of your heart slamming against your chest. “Yes, I do.”

“Like this?” Sentinel whispered and grabbed your hands. Then, he was leaning into you and pressing his lips against yours for just a second before he was quickly pulling away. It was obvious that he was awkward and unsure of himself, but it made sense- he’d probably only kissed other Cybertronians, after all. “I don’t know what you humans are into-”

“Just kiss me like you would anyone else, dork.”

You slammed your lips back into his, and though he froze at first, he quickly melted into it with a soft moan- your plush lips against his metal lip plates, pink against grey, cool glossa slipping into your mouth and dancing with yours like he was still in that state of trying to memorize you and everything about your body. It was magical, ethereal, everything you’d never expected Sentinel to share with you; this intimacy, this effort, this tenderness, and you found that you wanted more of it. Sharply intaking through his vents, Sentinel pulled away from you again and let go of your hands so he could rest his servos on either side of your face. 

“Wow. I didn’t expect them to be that soft,” Sentinel murmured, arms and servos shaky as he ran his thumb over your lower lip again, clearly drowning in admiration. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to kiss anyone else after this.”

“Yeah? Yours are... Very cold, and hard, but also smooth. Your tongue is pretty interesting, too- almost the same as mine, but a bit different in shape.”

“It’s good for more than just kissing, you know,” He smirked at you, and though you knew you should definitely talk this out more, the throbbing between your legs wasn’t stopping and your brain wasn’t working enough to do anything else, so you figured you’d roll with it. 

“Is... Is that so?”

“Tch, you’re just as nervous as I am...” Sentinel scoffed at you and laughed. “And to think you were teasing me earlier.”

“Oh, so you are nervous?” You deflected with a cheeky grin.

“That’s not what I meant! Shut up and-” Sentinel suddenly paused, looking around with his optical ridge furrowed. “Wait, should we do this on the rooftop?”

“Well, you’re rooming with Optimus and I’m with Sari, so we can’t bring each other into our rooms... Bathroom’s too small for us to even try anything in and-”

“Hold up!” Sentinel exclaimed, frantically waving his servos, the entirety of his faceplates now dusted bright pink. “How far do you think we’re going with this!?”

“Did I misread?”

“No, no! I mean, I’m down, but I just...” The Autobot turned his head away so you wouldn’t see his face, and then sighed. “I believe I also misread- not that I do that often, of course! I usually have a great read on things, you humans are just... Perplexing. I didn’t think you’d want that with me, okay?”

“I think the rooftop’s our best bet. No one’s looking up here, and if we try it out there in the forest or something, anyone could just walk by. At least here is high up enough that I think it’s fine...”

You couldn’t believe it was happening. One minute, you were on the rooftop by yourself, admiring the tiny flickers of light in the otherwise dark night sky. The next minute, you were making out with Sentinel Prime and probably about to fuck him- out in the open, too, where anyone could see. The thought was oddly arousing, but you tried to ignore it.

“Okay,” The blue and gold bot muttered. “Can I take your clothes off?”

“Go for it.”

With that, Sentinel was reaching for your shirt, taking it off with ease, but struggling with your bra. You helped him with that, and then your shoes, pants, and underwear, leaving you completely bare- and completely freezing, considering that it was a chilly fall night. Thankfully, the mech was quickly rectifying that with his warm servos, tracing them up and down your body and using them to keep you warm.

“Wow,” Sentinel looked absolutely star struck as his optics roamed your figure. “You’re so... Soft. I feel like I could break you right now.”

“Well, maybe not break me, but I wouldn’t mind you splitting me in half,” You smirked and earned a face of mock disgust in return. 

“You’re nasty! Humans, I swear...” Surprisingly, though, he didn’t scold you any further, only reaching towards his crotch and- oh, he was opening his interface panels, revealing his large spike; gold with dark blue accents, thick and long with a round head, dripping with a bead of pink prefluid. Thankfully, you knew a bit about interfacing because of some more awkward talks you’d had with Bumblebee, but you hadn’t expected Sentinel’s spike to be nearly as large as your forearm. You honestly had no idea how you were going to take it without him breaking you, but the thought also had you squeezing your thighs together in some attempt to relieve the tension building up. “Why are you staring? You’re making this awkward!”

“Sorry, it’s just... Big.”

“Can you take it, even? Your valve doesn’t look as large as I’m used to-”

“No, it’ll be fine, don’t worry,” You reassured Sentinel and looked up at him. “Just, uh... How do you wanna position this?”

“C’mere, I’ve gotcha,” The Prime sighed and grabbed you by the hips, pulling you into his lap and rubbing his servos up and down your body again. His spike rubbed up against the inside of your thighs, and both of you made a noise of surprise at the sensation, but he continued talking. “You don’t need to worry about doing any work tonight, you do enough of that in our relationship.”

It was true, but you were surprised that he acknowledged it. You were the one who always made the effort to talk to him, who defended him to the others who thought he was just a cruel, stupid bastard, who tried to spend as much time as you could with him, who was always patient with him no matter how bad things got. And it was rare that he returned that effort, but now, it seemed like he was ready. 

“You’re clearly sentimental tonight, aren’t you?” You smiled up at him, and shockingly, earned an even bigger one in return as Sentinel rested his helm against your forehead. 

“What can I say? You... You do things to me, human.”

“(y/n).”

“(y/n)... Can I touch you more?”

“Only if I can touch you more,” Your hands were moving to his spike, wrapping around it and starting a slow pace of pumping in your grip. The Autobot tensed before relaxing and allowing one of his servos to slip between your legs, digits tentatively rubbing your folds and finding your clit.

“Is that your... Anterior node?” He asked, seemingly confused.

“No, just-” You sharply breathed and grinded down into his hand, letting out a shaky moan. “Keep touching there, I’ll explain my anatomy later, yeah?”

Sentinel listened to you without hesitation and continued toying with your clit, pinching the sensitive nub between your digits as he leaned into you and nipped at your shoulders with his dentas. You continued working your hands, your success evident by how he got harder and harder in your hold.

“Fuck,” Sentinel groaned and bucked his hips up into your hands.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve never been this pressurized in my life,” He confessed and tilted his head back, panting, his attention on you faltering. His servos fell to his sides and on the surface beneath you. You were sure that you saw him grip the edge of the rooftop so hard that some of the wooden roof began to split underneath his digits at the same time he began to tremble. “A-Ah...! Please...”

“Wow, is the great Sentinel Prime begging for me right now?”

“Shut up and ride me already- this is torture!” He exclaimed and slammed a servo into the roof, punching a small hole in it- not that either of you cared as he withdrew his servo and rested both on your hips to hold you, lowering you onto his spike. The head was pushed into you without a problem, but as you got about halfway down, you had to stop to catch your breath. It had been a while since you’d had sex with anyone, and it was so tight that you were sure he was splitting you apart and rearranging your organs by doing this, but you couldn’t help how you cried out in a twisted mixture of pain and pleasure when he forced you the rest of the way onto his spike.

“Oh my God,” You gripped his shoulders and buried your face in his shoulder at the same time that he buried his face in the crook between your neck and collar, nipping and biting and leaving all sorts of marks that you knew would be impossible to hide in the morning. “Sentinel! Y-You’re leaving marks, and w-what if someone hears us?”

You almost couldn’t believe it. Sentinel was sitting on the edge of the roof with you on his spike, legs dangling off, arms holding you up. 

“Let them hear us,” Sentinel laughed, something uncharacteristically sadistic in your ear. “I almost want them to see us like this, to know that you’re mine right now, I... I wouldn’t let anyone see you like this because I’d get jealous, but frag, if I don’t want them to think you’re mine. Plus, doesn’t part of you get turned on at the thought of being caught with your tiny aft sat on my spike? Even a little?”

You didn’t get to answer- no, the way your pussy fluttered around his length answered for you; yes, the thought of someone walking by and seeing you getting fucked by Sentinel turned you on, because you wanted them to know he was yours, too, even if he really wasn’t- not yet. 

“Sentinel,” You sighed and lifted your hips, then sunk back onto him and shuddered at the stretching, burning sensation, the pleasure starting to build up in your abdomen. “God, that’s so good... Can’t even tell you how bad I’ve been needing you.”

“R-Really?” Sentinel pulled away from your shoulder and asked you the question, sincere. His servos moved to your ass, massaging the plump cheeks to get you to relax a bit. Finally, you stopped tensing so hard, and he was able to fuck into you without a hitch.

“Y-Yes!” You squeaked and covered your mouth as Sentinel started to fuck you with a vengeance, needy and heated and hard, just like you imagined it in your fantasies about him when you were particularly desperate. He pistoned into you without mercy, the head of his spike reaching deeper than you’d ever been able to achieve yourself or with any other partner and hitting your sweet spot straight on. 

It was frenzied sex. The two of you had already explored each other’s bodies and now seemed in a rush to please each other and get rid of the tension that had been building for so long, so you weren’t surprised when you felt yourself about to finish at the same time Sentinel announced that he was going to ‘overload’ in the form of a growled whisper in your ear. 

You felt yourself freeze, body tensing and the coil in your abdomen finally snapping and coming undone at a particularly sharp thrust. You came around his length with a breathy, desperate cry of his name and scrambled for purchase with your hands on his shoulders, creaming around his length. The tightness of your pussy seemed to trigger his overload as well, because before you knew it, Sentinel was stilling. A few weak thrusts and he was pumping you full of transfluid- quickly, you were filled up with the bright pink liquid, the remains dripping out of where you two were connected and onto your thighs and Sentinel’s lap.

After a brief moment to catch your breaths, you met the blue and gold bot’s gaze. 

“So, uh...” Sentinel trailed off and looked at you, face bright red. “Wanna get cleaned up and nap on the living room couch?”

“...In front of everyone? Sure you won’t be embarrassed being out in the open with me like that?”

Interestingly enough, Sentinel only smirked and shook his head at you. 

“I’d be just fine. Now let’s go, it’s freezing out here.”

Chapter Text

Lugnut felt his spark beating hard in its chamber as he sat next to you, watching, listening. You were angry and had been angry for the past few cycles, but he couldn’t seem to figure out what was bothering you on his own. So, he admired your slender digits, tapping against the table you were both sat at, the glass of energon he had prepared for you completely and utterly ignored where it sat. He could feel the agitation rolling off of you in heavy, tar-like waves, but he still didn’t say anything.

It was odd how much he had come to enjoy your company, and how well he had come to know you. You, like Megatron, were one of the last Cybertronians produced naturally before protoforms became the primary forms of reproduction. The two of you had phenomenally durable and aesthetically pleasing war frames that were sought after, but no longer seen because nothing similar could be replicated through the protoforms. It was a shame that the Autobot High Council had outlawed spark bonds that weren’t approved and officiated through them by application, those that broke the rule subject to persecution and jail time or a significant fine. Even Decepticons couldn’t produce naturally very often anymore despite not caring for Autobot laws, as things were so busy with the war that none of them were in any position to be carrying a sparkling.

So, you, Megatron, and a few others were really the last of your naturally-produced kind. Since you and Megatron had the same carrier with the same sire, you were considered siblings, of sorts. Even though you were technically Megatron’s underling, you were worshipped just as highly as he was due to the relation, hence why Lugnut was there with you now.

He assisted you in lots of things; training, battle, medical treatment (because you claimed that Shockwave was too cold, Starscream was an insolent brat, Megatron had no idea how to do anything outside of war, and Blitzwing was too unhinged to touch you), and basic day to day things such as fueling and bathing. Simply put, he was like your servant- not that he minded that, of course, he’d always insisted on doing all of those things long before you’d think to suggest them. At least you appreciated him more than Megatron did, reminding him of how grateful you were for him and his services, paying for energon and oil for him when he needed it, and treating him like you would a friend- no, a best friend. He didn’t mind that Megatron didn’t appreciate him very much, either, serving the two of you was a reward in itself and he didn’t need compensation, but...

A big part of him was happy that you seemed to like him as much as you did. 

The deeper, darker, tiny part of him was a bit disturbed by the feelings that he seemed to have for you. He wanted to touch you, wanted to worship you, wanted to have you for himself, but he didn’t dare say such filthy things out loud. You were (y/n), he was Lugnut. What could he possibly offer you that you didn’t already have or couldn’t find with someone better? He didn’t know.

But, as you sat there, visibly upset like you had been for a while now, he couldn’t help but pry- even if it wasn’t his place. 

“My queen, what seems to be disturbing you?”

At his question, you jumped, almost as if he had snapped you out of your thoughts. He almost drowned in the guilt that hit him at the realization that he’d disturbed you, but thankfully, you weren’t upset, only sighing and allowing your eyes to fall shut at the same time your servo came up to your helm so you could pinch the bridge of your nasal between two digits.

“I’m simply frustrated, Lugnut, but it’s nothing that concerns you,” You only let out another sharp sigh and shook your head, but Lugnut could only huff. Didn’t concern him? Everything about you concerned him, for he was obsessed. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I exist merely to assist in your happiness,” Lugnut argued and gulped when you met his optics, your (e/c) burning into his garnet red. It was amazing how you had such a unique optic color compared to him and the other Decepticons, and he couldn’t help but wonder why... Maybe it was something to do with the fact that you weren’t produced by a protoform, or maybe it was something to do with just you. “Why don’t you tell me what’s happening? I may be able to amend it. Please drink your energon as well, or you’ll risk being underfueled.”

At his request, you picked up your glass of energon- freshly poured from multiple cubes and flavored just the way you liked it- and then tossed it back in one go, drinking it all and slamming the glass back down onto the table. Tension filled the room, and Lugnut couldn’t help but shift nervously, because even if you were much smaller than he and Megatron at maybe a third of Lugnut’s size in width and half of his size in height, you were a fiery con, fully capable of raising hell if someone rubbed you the wrong way. 

Thankfully, you remained composed as you spoke your next words, and Lugnut let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m certain you could assist if you so wished, but it’s not the type of thing you’d be interested in amending-”

“If it’s for you, I assure you I’m plenty interested,” Lugnut gathered the nerve to reach across the table and rest his servo on the one of yours that was on the glass surface. Your other servo was in your lap, irate and fidgeting with your digits underneath the table like you always did with your dominant servo when something was bothering you.

“The issue is rather provocative in regards to its subject, so I hope you don’t mind, but could you lend me a listening audial?”

At that, Lugnut quirked an optical ridge. 

“Always.”

And, as the two of you sat across from each other at the glass chambers in your personal chambers, right by your berth, Lugnut couldn’t help but recall the fact that you’d locked the door behind you- something you usually never did. He’d noticed it at first and avoided commenting on it, thinking that it was a one off, but now he was starting to think that something else was going on...

Oh, how his spark was beating. He prayed to Primus that you couldn’t hear it, but he swore you should’ve been able to with how it reverberated through his entire body, banging in his chest and in his audials. His head was starting to hurt at the force of it and, anxiety flowing through his circuits, he nervously peered around the room to avoid the (e/c) optics that he felt were staring right through him. 

The atmosphere was unusually warm. Normally, you kept your room dark and empty, but now, it felt... Soft. Welcoming. You’d lit a scented candle on your dresser, burnt some incense, and cleaned up your berthroom a bit, even turning on the yellow lamp by your bedside- a gift that Megatron had gotten you a few light years or so ago that you never used, usually leaving you and Lugnut to do your work and whatever else in your room at night whilst in the dark or with minimum moonlight from the cracks in your curtains. 

Why was tonight so different, and why did he feel like something utterly impermissible was about to occur?

“Don’t tell my dear brother about any of this,” You spoke, and if he wasn’t alarmed before, he was now, red lights and warning bells going off in his processor. Despite some tension between you and Megatron, the two of you hid nothing from each other. Why was this different?

“I wouldn’t dare betray you,” As he said that, Lugnut became aware of your warm metal servo against his and yanked his own servo back, now resting both of his in his lap. “I’m not that insolent Starscream, after all.”

“Fine, then,” You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest; small but strong, painted (f/c) and gunmetal grey, your Decepticon logo splattered boldly across the center just as your brother’s was. “I’ve been having trouble finding someone that’s compatible with me in the berthroom.”

“As in... Recharging?”

He hoped that was what you were talking about, but honestly, he wasn’t much younger nor less-seasoned in life than you and Megatron, and he knew exactly what you were actually referring to.

“As in interfacing,” You corrected, deadpanning.

It was true that the two of you were friends of sorts despite you technically being in charge of him, and close friends at that, but you’d never breached such sensitive subjects with each other. He felt like this was wrong, crossing an unspoken boundary, something that Megatron would fusion blast him in the face or impale his spark chamber with a sword for daring to discuss with his little sibling, but he didn’t dare stop you, only stammering his next words. 

“O-Oh my... Ah, my apologies, please continue.”

Part of him was curious as to what you were talking about now, and the more depraved part of him that he’d been trying to push down and repress was wanting to be that compatible con you were wanting. 

“It seems that what I need to satisfy me is considered very demanding or makes whatever partners I have uncomfortable,” You muttered, grey faceplates dusted a delicate pink, but expression still straight, composed. “No one can make me overload, and that’s fine, I can’t expect that of them, I just... I’m sick of being unsatisfied. My fetishes aren’t too extreme in my processor, but alas, everyone else seems to perceive them in a different way than I do.”

“What exactly do you require?” Lugnut questioned. 

He knew he shouldn’t listen, shouldn’t ask, should change the subject, but you had already caught his attention and now he felt like he needed to know what made you tick- if not to help you with your situation, then to fuel the deepest, darkest fantasies that he kept between himself and the dark, stuffy space underneath his large blankets where he self-serviced in the middle of the night. 

“I like things rather rough,” The explanation was short, simple, and concise, just how the two of you communicated anything else with each other, but he was an intelligent enough mech to understand what you meant. “I like... Impact, if that makes sense to you, with myself being on the receiving end.”

“I see...”

Lugnut trailed off, both unsure of what to say and caught up in his own depraved train of thought. Images of him slapping you, whipping you, forcing you down and making you take his spike like you seemed to want from someone flashed through his processor and made him clear his throat with a heavy blush.

“Ah, was that too much, Lugnut?” You chuckled, something dark and a bit twisted as you scratched the back of your neck with your digits. “I apologize if I’ve overwhelmed you with my little problem.”

“Not at all, my queen,” The green and purple con shook his head and reassured you with a small smile. “I suppose... I was trapped within my own thoughts for a moment.”

“Those of which are...?”

Lugnut knew he shouldn’t.

He really, really shouldn’t.

What if Megatron found out? What if he disappointed you? What if he was misreading the situation and you weren’t even interested in the first place, but just looking for someone to vent to? He didn’t know, but you were batting the lashes that framed your optics and pouting your pretty lips at him, and he swore you were looking at him like you wanted him to frag you down right then and there.

So, he went for it, unable to hold back any longer. 

“It’s a shame that you’ve only had misfortune in the partners you’ve chosen when I’ve been right next to you this whole time, my queen. You know I exist to serve you, to satisfy you...”

“And you’re implying that you can please me?” You smirked, a cocky edge in your voice that he wanted to kill right then and there. It was true that you were in charge of him, that he was there to please you, to give you everything you needed, but if what you needed was to be dominated and roughly thrown around like some ragdoll, he was determined to give you that, too.

“Are you implying that I couldn’t?”

“Never,” You stood up and walked over to him, sitting across his lap without any warning and tossing your toned arms around his neck. His servos were on your hips, unsure but firm in how they held you in place. “I’m simply challenging you to prove that implication of yours, if you’re up to it.”

“Are you certain that’s what you want? Lord Megatron would disgrace me if I were to-”

“He doesn’t need to be informed of any of this. Are you in or not?”

It felt wrong, partaking in something that he’d have to keep secret from Megatron, who he usually informed of everything, but... The sinful, giddy feeling that welled up in his spark at the mere risk factor had his spike pressurizing against his paneling, valve growing slick with lubricant. 

“I’m in. Tell me the desires of your spark.”

“Hit me,” You directed him, bold and sensual in the way you talked and moved. “Hold me down and force your spike into me like you would a femme at a brothel. I’m worn out with all of you treating me like I’m royal, like I’m holy; I want to be tainted, I want to be fragged instead of made love to or worshipped for once, Lugnut...”

And he did love you, did worship you, but if that’s not what you needed right now, he wouldn’t provide it for the time being. If you wanted to be fragged good, he was going to make it happen, because he’d rather go offline than leave you unsatisfied. 

So, he lifted you off of him and set you on your feet before standing up and backing you into the nearest wall. 

“I’m afraid I don’t have any tools suitable for the impact you’re seeking, my queen,” The younger Decepticon pushed your chest against the wall and flinched at the slamming noise that came from the impact, but you only seemed to relish in it, shuddering. “But my servos will have to do for now, so stay still or you’ll see just what I mean.”

“Don’t you understand that’s what I want?” You quipped with a smirk. “Show me- Ah!”

You were cut off by the smack of Lugnut’s servo making contact with your aft, your hips bucking forward. Lugnut’s chest and midsection were pressed up against your back to keep you in place. 

“Is that what you’ve been craving?”

“Y-Yes, Lugnut!” You cried out, and the large con couldn’t help but blink. You were usually very composed, never faltering or wavering when you talked, but here you were, face burning red, chassis shaking, voice cracking right before his very optics. 

“Is this what you’ve been needing? Why you’ve been so on edge?”

“Yes!”

At your moans, he slapped your aft again.

“And I’m assuming you came to me because you’re aware of the fact that I’d do anything to serve you, yes?” You only nodded your head and bit your lip, but knowing what you wanted, he didn’t plan on letting you get away with that. “Sorry, my audials couldn’t quite catch that. Try again.”

“Yes! Yes, I needed this so bad,” You damn near sobbed with optics full of lubricant tears that streamed down your cheeks. Without you even doing it intentionally, your interface panels popped open with a hiss, revealing your pressurized spike and a dripping valve. “And you’re the only one who can give me what I need.”

“You need me, don’t you?” Lugnut taunted and earned a whine in return. With one servo, he smacked the back of your thigh, your ass, and finally your face before he grabbed you by the throat and pulled your back flush against his chest. “If that’s the case, then I expect to hear you beg for me to please you.”

“P-Please,” You panted, breathy and weak. “Please frag me, need to overload so, so bad, need you inside me right now, please-”

Unable to take it anymore, Lugnut chose to ignore how his own spike was pushing up uncomfortably against his interface panels and pushed two digits into your dripping wet valve, groaning at the tightness and texture of your walls squeezing and fluttering because of the intrusion.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He whispered in your audial with a small smirk and slammed you against the wall again with a tightened grip on your throat. Thankfully, your vents kicked on and did the breathing work for you, fans also kicking on to keep your systems from overheating- a telltale sign that you were drowning in arousal. “You said you needed me inside of you, and I do believe my digits are part of me.”

“Wanted your spike...!” You whined.

“This’ll have to do for now, my queen,” Starting a rough, slamming pace, Lugnut withdrew his digits and pushed them back in with a twisting motion and earned a desperate cry from you in return. Despite your complaint about wanting his spike, you seemed plenty stimulated by just his digits being thrusted in and out of you, which made sense considering both how small you were compared to him, how large his fingers were, and how unsatisfied you’d seemed before this. “You were the one who said I get to treat you how I want. This isn’t making love or worshipping, I’m using you as I please, and right now, I’m content with stretching you out with my digits, so you’re going to stay right where you are and take it.” 

A third digit slipped in with the other two, pumping in and out as his thumb slipped in front to rub at your anterior node with a fury. He was hellbent on making it rough, fast, and good, and as you moaned and leaned into the servo that was on your throat, the green and purple con figured he was starting to succeed.

“Fuck...” Finally, he inserted his last digit. Your tiny valve was filled to the brim with his fingers, and as you rocked your hips back to fuck yourself on them, he had to bite his own lip to contain the noises that threatened to slip out. “Oh, Primus, yes!”

“Try again,” He growled.

“Lugnut!”

With one last cry of your name, walls fluttering around his digits, you rocked your hips back into his servo again and overloaded hard; entire body shaking and slumping forward, valve fluttering and clenching around his servo, lubricant and transfluid gushing out onto his palm and wrist. The second you seemed capable of standing on your own, the Decepticon removed both servos from you, admiring your wrecked state as he licked transfluid and slick off of his own cool metal. 

“There you go... Ah, what a beautiful sight this is.”

“T-Thank you, um...” You trailed off, still leaning on the wall in front of you to support yourself but turning your helm to face him. “Would you like me to service you in return, Lugnut? I feel like you at least deserve some sort of compensation for this.”

“My queen, serving you is plenty in terms of compensation,” He smirked. “Shall we try this again? I’ll give you my spike this time, if you so wish. That’ll service the both of us.”

“If you’d like to.”

“I’m afraid you still don’t understand my intent with you,” Lugnut sighed and, with a breathy chuckle, pushed you back up against the wall as he opened his own panels. “I’d love to.”

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It was exhilarating. Blitzwing was someone who was strong, powerful, and feared amongst almost everyone around him. He was unpredictable and dangerous, hotheaded and cold, someone who could ruin your life in an second- whether that be by simply blowing you up, stepping on you like a bug, or going about it in other ways, he could be efficient about it.

But he didn’t, because you were the one person who had control over him. Even though you were predictable and safe, calm and warm, someone who loved and cherished others with everything you had, you were the one who had a full grasp of who he was; every side of him, every fun fact and memory, every interest and dislike and everything else he’d ever told you- whether those tells be verbal or not. 

And, you had control right now, just like you always did. He was currently tied up with no chance of escaping, wrists tied together and bound to the bottom of the headboard of his berth, stabilizing servos bound to the pillars of the footboard. You were in between his spread legs on your knees. 

“Can you get on with this already?” Icy spoke with venom lacing his words. He’d been laying there for what felt like hours now with you teasing him however you could; pinching some of his exposed cables between your little fingers, biting his metal body as hard as you could from top to bottom, smacking his thighs and even his face at one point. Regrettably, when you’d slapped his face, Hothead had switched to Random, who didn’t think better of it and taunted you, challenging you to do more, only to immediately fall back into Icy.

Now, he was stuck suffering the consequences of Hothead and Random’s actions when it wasn’t really his fault. He hadn’t been the one to taunt you, nor the one to initiate this session in the first place... Not that he didn’t like the pain. That was part of the thrill, of course. The only problem was that his interface panel had opened on its own nearly a half hour ago, his spike fully pressurized and valve soaking wet, and you hadn’t given him nearly enough. It was starting to get painful- so, so painful. You’d tease and poke and prod at the rest of his body, giving his spike the occasional stimulation, just enough to keep him hard, but not enough to provide him any relief. 

“Can you try asking me nicely?” 

You grinned and leaned down to his spike again, taking it in your hands by the base. Kitten kisses were dropped from the bottom to the top before you were swirling your tongue around the head, which dripped with beads of transfluid. Blitzwing couldn’t help how he hissed and bucked his hips up into the touch the best he could despite his bondage, but that made you pull away.

You were looking at him, (e/c) eyes expectant and smirk cocky. Clearly, you were waiting for him to beg, and yes, he loved the pain and the embarrassment and the shame that came with it all, but the build up of said emotions in his chest and on the tip of his glossa was almost too much. There was a pain, a pressure there that he knew wouldn’t be relieved until he did what you wanted.

“P-Please,” He stammered, but you only tutted and shook your head. 

“Please what?”

“Please make me overload.”

At that, you nodded and moved up to sit on his lap, now lining your pussy up with the tip of his spike. You sunk down without any warning whatsoever. Blitzwing cried out so loud that he was sure everyone on base could hear him getting absolutely dominated by the tiny human he’d snuck in, but he didn’t care, overwhelmed by all of the feelings. The jump from hardly any stimulation to all of it all at once was too much to the point where it felt like it hurt as you wrapped your hands around his neck and squeezed, digging the tips of your fingers into the cables of his neck in a way that burned deliciously.

“You like it when I hurt you like this?”

At that, all he could do was nod, cooling fans kicking on as you began to ride him for everything he was worth.

“I couldn’t live without it.”

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You laughed as you watched Bumblebee shiver in front of you, a flurry of ice cubes rested on his legs. The two of you were in the middle of a friendly game of truth and dare, which had gotten very competitive very quickly. While the two of you had started with simple truths like dreams you’d had recently and dares such as knocking on the door of Ratchet’s med bay and running around, things had become more risky. You were best friends, so it made sense that there weren’t too many boundaries to be crossed, and it was a good time.

Little did you know just who was waiting for you outside of Bumblebee’s berth room as the yellow bot asked you the next question.

“My turn! I’m so getting you back for those ice cubes,” Bumblebee smirked. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” You answered, hoping to avoid a dare as bad as the last one you’d given him- steal the ice from Prowl’s mini fridge and put it all over his body until it melted. 

“So,” Bumblebee started with a suggestive raise of his optical ridge, the ice cubes on his legs finally melting. “What kinks do you think jazz is into?”

You’d been sitting on the large berth with Bumblebee across from you, both sat crisscross applesauce when you paused for a moment to process the question. As soon as you did, you busted out laughing, causing Bumblebee to do the same as you tossed your head back.

“Where did that come from!?” You exclaimed, laughter dying down. You swore you heard a small bang from the hallway but you ignored it in favor of your current conversation. It was well known by everyone that you and Jazz had always had a bit of a flirtmance going on, but you figured it was nothing more than that. After all, as much chemistry as the two of you had, you weren’t sure how the relationship would work long term and didn’t want to ruin a perfectly good friendship. It wasn’t even something that bothered you- yes, you thought of Jazz in more of a romantic sense and had plenty of sexual fantasies about him, but it wasn’t anything negative. Just a nice, light-hearted crush who you happened to flirt with every time you saw him. “Man, I don’t even know... You asked me that like I’ve thought about it before!”

“Don’t act innocent, we all know you have! You’re always giving him the berthroom optics when he’s around- I mean, when are you gonna make the move already? C’mon, (y/n)!”

“Shut up,” You shook your head, laughter dying down. “We flirt, yeah, but I don’t think it’s anything more than that. We definitely aren’t doing what you’re thinking, but if I must answer your inquiry... He’s pretty fascinated by us humans, y’know,” You grinned and earned a snort of amusement from your best friend in return. “But he’s also a bit teasing in a way, sadistic, almost. Maybe he’s into like... Bodily fluids.”

“Like, waste?”

“Ew, no! Like a blood kink, or maybe spit. I know I’d thank him if he spit in my mouth,” The more you continued, the more you made Bumblebee laugh, so you continued for the sake of the bit- it was partially true, though, the things that you thought Jazz was into- or, more accurately, things that you were into and hoped Jazz would be into as well. “He talks about how thick my thighs are a lot when we’re flirting, so maybe a thigh kink? And yes, that’s a thing here... That’s all I can think of, though, but yeah, your turn! Truth or dare?”

With that, the game continued, but you couldn’t seem to ignore the thoughts of Jazz that raced through your head as you sat there talking with Bumblebee, mind somewhere else entirely.

Eventually, the game ended, and the two of you bade each other farewell with promises of hanging out again tomorrow so you could go to sleep.

You chuckled, a small smile on the face as you waved Bumblebee goodbye and left the room, shutting the door behind you- only, the second the door clicked shut, there were two servos on the wooden surface on either side of your head, large arms keeping you in place, a knee between your legs and cobalt optics peering into your (e/c) eyes through those damn visors- not that you could see said optics through the heavy tinting, but damn, if you couldn’t feel them.

“I’m sad I had to miss out on that convo of yours, (y/n),” Jazz’s voice was in your ear, the closest it had ever been. You gulped and felt a pit of anxiety welling up. Oh, God, had he heard you talking about him? Was he the one who’d made that noise outside Bee’s berthroom earlier? Why was he suddenly so close to you, his breath on the shell of your ear and his chest brushing against yours? “Why don’t you ever include me in anythin’ anymore, hm? I thought we were compadres.”

“J-Jazz! You heard that!?”

“What, was I not supposed to? You were talkin’ bout it with Bee so openly,” The Autobot looked up at the ceiling, and then down at your face again as he pulled back with a devilish smile. A pair of servos were on your knees, slipping up and down your thighs and roughly grasping at the insides. You squirmed at the sensation that came from the sensitive, plush area being toyed with in the middle of the hallway, but didn’t say anything. “Whoops. My bad.”

“I- Uh, no, you weren’t supposed to hear that...” The flirty, confident mask that you usually wore so well seemed to crumble and shatter to pieces where you stood, leaving you feeling embarrassed and exposed, the feeling made worse when Jazz’s knee between your leg shifted up and grinded right into your clothed heat. “I didn’t think anyone was around to hear. Everyone else was on patrol, Bumblebee and I were left to watch the base, and I didn’t know you’d be dropping by.”

“Well, I guess that’s what you get for foolin’ around when y’all were supposed to be workin’,” Jazz playfully taunted you and moved his servos to rest on the curves of your hips. “Cuz I did drop by, and man, I’m glad I did, because who knew you knew me so well?”

“Wait, really?” You blinked, shocked at what he was insinuating. “Those were just theories, I-”

“Yeah? You’ll be happy to know, I was diggin’ ‘em,” Those servos were moving up and down the length of your sides. The touch made you shiver, hairs standing up... You really hoped Bumblebee couldn’t hear you and Jazz talking through the door. “I wouldn’t mind provin’ it to ya, either. Why don’t we go to yours before everyone gets back from patrol and test it out?”

“Wait,” Your hands were on his chest. “Before we do anything... Sorry if this ruins the mood for you, but I can’t just have sex if feelings aren’t involved. I know we flirt, and we joke, and we’re friends, but... How do you feel about me?”

“Seriously? I thought we were vibin’ from the start, baby,” He laughed, like the answer to your question was that obvious, and when he took his visors off and put them in one of his storage compartments, he glanced back at you with blushing cheeks and optics full of nothing but adoration. “I can’t get enough of you, and I mean that in every sense of the sayin’... I like you, a lot.”

“I like you, too.”

“Mind if I take you to bed, then?” He tilted his head, the little action making all of your anxiety melt away in an instant.

With a sigh, you wrapped your arms around his neck and nodded.

“Not at all, Jazz.”

Before you knew it, you were lifted and tossed over the mech’s shoulder, quickly carried off down the hallway. It wasn’t the best position, but with his arm wrapped around your middle to keep you there and his spare servo on your ass, you couldn’t say you minded, either- plus, it was a great view of his aft, which despite being made of metal, looked toned and curved in a way that you found rather statuesque. 

Jazz opened the door to the berthroom, walked in with you on his shoulder, shut and locked said door behind him, and then tossed you onto your bed. You sprung up off of it a couple inches, but then settled back, and though it was a little small for Jazz’s form, he managed to crawl on top of you without any problems. 

“I’ve had dreams about this, but I never thought it’d happen,” His helm was rested against your chest, audials closely listening for your heart beat. You blinked, face burning red and anticipation coursing through your veins as you listened to him talk. “We’ve always had this groove, this way of bein’ so close but so far apart, dancing around each other... You’ve enchanted me.”

“Big words when you could be getting me off right now.”

“There’s my girl. I got nervous for a nanoklik when ya clammed up back there, but you’re just as feisty as ever right now,” He lifted his head from your chest to grin up at you. “Love it.”

His lip plates were on yours in an instant- fucking finally, you thought. You immediately melted into it and kissed him back, only for him to trail down to your neck, littering the (s/c) skin in more kisses and licks, nips and sucks that drove you wild and had you gripping his helm with your hands, moaning right into his audial. 

“S-Sorry, didn’t mean to do that right in your ear-”

“Hey, you ain’t gonna hear me bitch about it,” The Autobot assured you. “All those little noises you’ve been makin’ are like music to my ears- you’re drivin’ me crazy with ‘em, sweetspark. Why don’t you take your clothes off and show me what you sweet little organics are all about?”

With that, you were rushing to get undressed under his scrutinizing gaze; hoodie, shirt, bra, underwear, and shorts all thrown across the area of your room. The last remaining thing on you was your thigh highs, which you left since you figured they wouldn’t interrupt anything later down the line, only... When you looked up at Jazz, he was just smiling at you rather softly- different than what you’d expected, if you were being honest. 

“You don’t look surprised,” You blushed, now a little self-conscious. “Don’t tell me you’ve experimented with humans before already?”

“Nah,” He shook his head. “Just looked at some human interfacing material online so I’d have some idea of what to do when I got to see ya all splayed out and pretty for me like this, though... You’re a lot more beautiful than anyone else I saw on those sites.”

“You mean you looked at porn?”

“Is that what it’s called?”

“Pfft,” You snorted and shook your head back at him. “Hurry up and open your interface panels already.”

“You know what they are?”

“Bumblebee tells me a lot.”

“Right, right... Primus, look at those thighs. I know I’ve joked about it, but I really would let’cha crush my head between these puppies,” Slowly, Jazz slinked down to your thighs and caught the seam of one between his dentas, pulling it down the length of your thigh and leg until he was able to pull it off. He did the same with the other one and dropped both on the end of the bed before opening his interface panel and revealing his large spike. Almost instantly, his servos were back on your thighs, squeezing. “Are you... Sure it’ll fit? I know ya humans have valves that stretch, but as much as I’d love to hurt ya, I don’t wanna... Hurt ya.”

“I’ll be fine. We should probably just do something to get me wet first.”

“Here, then... I’ll make you overload before I do, so why don’t you make some sweet music for me?”

“Why don’t you make me?”

“That’s the gist of it,” He answered. “Why don’t we try out those things you told Bee about earlier? When’s the last time you’ve done somethin’ with someone like this, baby?”

“Before I met you,” You looked away as you answered. “Hooked up with a friend a while before that, but I haven’t been able to even think about anyone else since you came into my life.”

“Don’t I feel special?” He smiled, something sentimental in his cobalt optics. “You sweet thing. Can’t believe you waited for me for that long, though, you’ve gotta be pent up...”

“That’s an understatement,” You muttered. Jazz’s servos were trailing up and down your body exploratively. “But luckily, you’re right here to fix it for me.”

“Oh, am I? Bold words comin’ from you, sweetspark... Luckily, you’re right. Why don’t we get our bodies better acquainted?”

You nodded, unsure of what he meant but willing to find out- and you did find out, as he quickly adjusted himself to be closer to you and spread your legs open with his hips before grinding into your pussy with his spike. He’d positioned it perfectly between your petals so that it was rubbing against your entrance and your clit at every one of his motions.

“F-Fuck... God, yes, that feels so good,” You praised and settled into the stimulation with a weak sigh.

It was definitely different than anything you’d ever done with a human. Jazz’s spike was large, parting your folds and being grinded into them without a problem, but scalding hot and made of the same kind of metal that his body was. It brought a specific kind of pleasure to your clit, the heat mixed with the rubbing sensation and Jazz’s breath over your ear as he whispered to you.

“Yeah?” He chuckled, but he himself sounded breathy, like he was having just as good of a time as you were. “Sing for me, sweetspark.”

Before you could even register what he was doing, you felt lip plates against one of the soft mounds on your chest and- oh, God, he was biting you hard. A flashing, searing pain coursed through the area around your nipple where he’d just clamped his dentas down. When you thought to look, you saw a few crimson beads dripping from the bite.

“Jazz,” You cried out and flinched away at first, but quickly leaned into the touch, feeling yourself so turned on that your wet pussy was clenching around nothing. You wanted Jazz to hurry up and fuck you so bad, though you knew he wouldn’t- no, you needed prep to be wet enough to take him since it was going to be a large stretch, and if Jazz had any qualities, they were patience and self-restraint. “Jazz! Mm, bite me some more- harder, please.”

He listened, because how could he not give you what you want? You were so sensitive and pent up that the flurry of bites he littered across the rest of your chest, your shoulders, and even your neck mixed with him grinding his spike against your heat and your clit had your orgasm building up quickly. His lips were on each mark, lapping up the blood on his slick glossa and swallowing it like sweet energon. 

“Such a nice shade of red,” He praised, seemingly fascinated by the substance. “You’re gorgeous.”

“So are you-” A sharp inhale, the result of another bite. “Can’t wait for you to fuck me.”

“You sure you can handle all this?” Jazz smirked at you, and for a moment, you just looked at him.

No visors. Cobalt optics, completely exposed. Face burning red, body frantically rocking against yours. It wasn’t like he purposefully hid anything from you, but it was definitely the first time you’d ever seen him in a position so vulnerable.

“Yeah,” You answered and shifted your hips up to meet his movements.

“That’s a good girl, keep grindin’ on me like that and I’ll give it to ya real good,” The words seemed to be a promise and, again, you lifted your hips and wiggled them upwards to meet his fluid thrusting motions. Jazz’s arms began to shake where they’d come to rest on either side of you on the bed with the pleasure that coursed through his circuits. “Frag...”

He bit you another time- you’d lost count, at this point. Huge bite marks, red and purple and pink, littered your chest, your shoulders, and your neck, some dripping with blood and bruising quite heavily. The pain was duller now, though, maybe because you’d become accustomed to it, but it was still enough to drive you closer and closer with how he was dry-humping you like there was no tomorrow- frenzied, almost like he’d never get the chance again.

There was something about being so admired, knowing that you were wanted that badly, that was utterly enthralling. It had your heart beating fast, your hips moving faster, your head tilting back.

“Close,” You moaned out. The words were slurred with pleasure and barely coherent, but Jazz seemed to understand them and he also seemed to understand what you wanted in that moment. He didn’t go faster or slower, didn’t stop or change what he was doing in any way. No, he just continued rubbing his spike against your folds so deliciously, just like he had been. “Fuck, I’m close! Jazz!”

The length of his spike brushed your clit just right, and with that, you were seeing white behind your eyes, back arching off the bed with the force of your finish; thighs shaking, crying out, eyes scrunched shut, you came and fell back onto the mattress. 

Jazz continued grinding onto you to get you through the orgasm, but after that, he stopped. You debated on pushing him to continue until he overloaded so he wouldn’t be left unsatisfied, even though you were sure you needed a break after such an intense orgasm, but he quickly stopped himself with a groan before you could say anything. 

“Good girl...” Jazz breathed, a shudder ripping through his body from the aftershocks of his pleasure. His servo ran over your head to push the (h/c) locks that had stuck to your forehead from your sweat. “Ya did so good for me. Why don’t we get’cha patched up and take a breather before we go for round two?”

“Sounds good. Are you sure you’re good until then though? You look pretty, uh, edged.”

“I’m into it... Plus, I don’t wanna overstimulate ya just yet. We can save that for later.”

“O-Okay.”

With that, you turned and reached around in your nightstand for the first aid kit to hand to Jazz. The Autobot took it and crawled back on top of you. As you laid there on your back, staring up at him, he met your eyes and disinfected and bandaged all of the bitemarks and scrapes that littered your soft body.

“Y’know I love ya, right?”

Jazz didn’t even have to say it out loud. He said it in how tentatively his servos ran over your body, in how he was smiling at you right now, and you didn’t have to say it either- surely, he could feel it through the way you were looking at him, but you still said it back.

“Of course,” You beamed. “And I love you, too.”

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There were many secrets that Bumblebee refused to tell anyone, and honestly, Optimus didn’t mind it. He had plenty of secrets, too. They all did. Since coming to earth, everything had become complicated; their worst fears and insecurities constantly coming up, it seemed like they couldn’t find any solace that wasn’t questionable; a vice of sorts.

Optimus’s vice, his solace, just happened to be Bumblebee.

It was inappropriate, and that’s why they kept that a secret, too. Optimus was quite a bit older than Bumblebee and technically his leader, with the little bot being his subordinate. What they had went against the Elite Guard’s codes and broke a plethora of the Autobot High Council’s rules, but did Optimus care?

Usually, he would.

But not when Bumblebee talked to him like that.

“B-Bossbot,” The yellow mech vented heavily, legs wrapped around Optimus’s waist as his back was slammed into the wall. The Prime usually wasn’t one to be so rough with his lovers, but he knew that was how Bumblebee wanted it, and he was going to provide that if it got him what he wanted, too. Strong servos gripped the younger bot by the aft, digits digging into delicate metal that would most definitely have dents later- Ratchet never asked when he had to smooth those out, only giving Bumblebee this look of disgusted disapproval that Optimus always made fun of him for receiving later. “S-So good, but are you sure we should be- Ah! D-Doing this right now? What if they wonder where we went and come looking for us? I didn’t even say anything when I l-left!”

The slight stutter in Bee’s voice, the sharp intake, all came from Optimus digging his dentas into his canary shoulder plates, sucking and licking at the scalding hot material. It was clear that Bumblebee was enjoying it from how he so shakily tried to push his hips forward to get some sort of friction, his interface panels having come open on their own what felt like forever ago. It was torture for Optimus, too- the waiting, but if that was what made Bumblebee crumble in the end and praise him like he was already starting to do now, that was what Optimus would do.

“Do you want me to stop? We can go back, if you want. You’re the one who came here in the first place, and if you didn’t make a good excuse for yourself before leaving, that’s your fault, not mine,” Optimus reminded him, tone gentle but scolding. “But just know that I’m going to get you back later for what you did in there, my love.”

Bumblebee’s face burned red.

“R-Right... Yeah, okay, but you can’t blame me for starting this, can you? Look at you, Bossbot.”

It was true that Bumblebee had, in his own way, initiated this- or at least broken Optimus down until the red and blue bot initiated it. They’d been in the living room with Sari and a few others for their weekly movie night, the lights off and some sort of horror flick playing on the television. Optimus wasn’t sure the young human should’ve been watching such a brutal thing, but apparently, Isaac allowed it, so he didn’t mind- after all, he’d seen much worse. None of Team Prime was really phased by it except for Bulkhead, but Sari had been captivated the whole time, laying on the floor with Prowl sitting on one side of her and Ratchet on the other. Bulkhead, scared by the slasher movie, had retired early, leaving Bumblebee and Optimus alone on the couch.

At first, they had been at a reasonable distance, sat on opposite ends of the couch, Optimus with the largest blanket on base draped over himself. Then, Bumblebee moved closer, complaining that he was cold. Optimus thought it was genuine and shared the blanket so it was draped over both of their bodies, only to feel that Bumblebee was even warmer than him and that the younger mech was tracing his digits along Optimus’s interface panel, teasing the seams and cables with a waste-drinking smirk while still keeping his optics trained on the television.

No one was really paying attention to them, so all Optimus could do was lean over and whisper; “My room. Now.”

Then, he’d told everyone that he was going to bed, stood up and left Bumblebee there, that little smirk of his turning into quivering lip plates, all red face and wide optics and the blanket quickly pulled over his lap to conveniently cover his interface panel, which had been ready to snap open on its own at any second.

Unsurprisingly, Bumblebee gave in, just like he always did, and there had been a knock at Optimus’s door just seconds later.

That’s how they got to where they were right now; Optimus lifting Bumblebee up and holding him against the wall, those spindly legs around his waist, heavy vents flooding his audials and smaller servos gripping the back of his neck for dear life. 

He almost always went in with the intention to punish his subordinate, to teach him a lesson for making him feel so desperate with those fleeting touches and sultry looks, but Primus, with the way Bee talked to him, he never could. The yellow bot was masterful when it came to talking his way out of conflict, but Optimus hadn’t assumed it applied to this context.

Apparently, it did, because with just a compliment or two, a moan of Optimus’s name and a praise about how good he was here and there, the Prime always melted and relented, did whatever Bumblebee wanted; needed, because he needed the praise, got off on it, and Bumblebee knew that. 

“What, did me sitting on the couch watching a movie of all things really get you so riled up? I wasn’t even doing anything,” Optimus pried, pried for the validation, for Bumblebee to tell him how attractive he was, and of course, the smaller bot always did.

“You’re so beautiful, y’know that,” Bumblebee whispered with such a tender look in his optics and tilted his head. Optimus took a moment to look at him, burning cheeks, hazy optics, pressurized spike and dripping valve, shaky body- hell, as much as Optimus loved hearing it, he didn’t need to hear it to know just what he did to the other mech. “You do things to me... Can’t help it sometimes.”

“Yeah?” Optimus murmured, trailing up to nip at Bumblebee’s audials with his dentas before turning around with the younger bot still holding onto him and walking towards his berth. “What is it about me that gets you like this, then? I wanna hear it.”

“Everything,” Bee said, breathless, as if it were that simple. Optimus made quick work of tossing his lover onto the berth and crawling on top of him, straddling him and leaning down so their nasal bridges were brushing against one another. “Even when we’re just doing every day things, I can’t help but think about you when you’re like this. I love how you touch me, how you’re so rough with me, the way you kiss me, the way your spike feels when you frag me... Primus, it’s always so good, need you so bad right now,” Bumblebee bucked his hips up, almost as if to prove his point, running his glossa over his own lip plates so deliciously.

Optimus found it amazing how Bumblebee could just spew filth and egg him on so blatantly- with his pride, he would never be able to, but did he relish in someone else doing it for him? Absolutely. 

“Good,” Optimus sighed and reached down to open his interface panel, releasing his spike. “Tell me more and I’ll frag you so good that you won’t remember anything except for how my spike feels inside of you, my love.”

“Please,” Bumblebee pleaded and pouted. “I need your spike inside me- you’re always so great at this, always touch all the right places and give me the best overloads I’ve ever had. I wanna feel you, your chest on me, my legs around you, you biting me- Please, just get on with it...! You’re teasing me by just staring at me like that, Bossbot!”

With that, Optimus chuckled, satisfied with his lover’s desperate response. 

“I see you’re as impatient as always, little Bee,” Optimus could only offer a soft smile as he buried his face in the crook between Bumblebee’s neck and shoulder and balanced his weight on one arm. “But you’ve been good for me, so I’ll give you what you need.”

He positioned himself between Bumblebee’s legs and used his spare hand to grip his spike, lining it up with the entrance of the younger bot’s valve and earning a sharp intake in return. He pushed in all at once, just because he knew that’s how Bumblebee liked it- unsurprisingly, Bumblebee cried out and clung onto him, legs and arms wrapping around him as he groaned. Optimus stilled at first and vented deeply as he tried to gather his composure. The other bot’s valve was scalding hot, slick, and tight around him, soft mesh squeezing around his spike perfectly. And, as he withdrew and pushed back in to test the waters, Bumblebee gasped-

“Thank you, thank you, thank you- Frag, I needed this, Prime,” Bumblebee sobbed and threw his helm back. Optimus almost wondered if he should really be doing this with everyone still awake, able to hear them if they got loud enough, consumed in the depths of their pleasure, but the way Bumblebee was crying out for him like that with half-lidded optics was enough to make him believe it was worth it. “You feel so good... Can you overload inside me this time? Your face is so hot when you do that.”

“Whatever you want,” Optimus answered without thinking and began a steady pace; rough, slow, and sensual, enough to drive him crazy and make Bumblebee babble utter nonsense as he drove his spike in and out of his valve. “Slag, I’d give you everything, I love you so much...”

“Love you, too...!” Bumblebee kept his legs wrapped around Optimus’s waist, but allowed his arms to fall back, servos clenched on either side of his helm. 

One of the Prime’s servos was quickly moving to grab Bee by the throat, dragging him up into a long kiss- all glossas and lip plates and dentas clashing into each other, slow and exploring each other’s mouths just like they always did. 

“Bee...” Optimus broke the kiss and panted, digging his dentas into his lover’s neck to keep himself quiet.

The sounds of Bumblebee’s debauched praises and metal slamming against metal reverberated in the room, which only encouraged Optimus to go faster as the thought of him leaving paint transfers on Bumblebee’s contrasting bright frame ran through his processor. Yes, their relationship was secret, but there were times where Optimus’s more primal side took over and all he wanted was for everyone to know that Bumblebee was his.

Before he knew it, the pressure started welling up in the form of a coil that ran from his abdomen to the end of his spike, ready to unwind and give him his release any minute now. He only went faster and faster, which had Bumblebee squirming, gasping, and begging underneath him.

“Primus, yes,” The smaller bot breathed. “You’re fragging me so good right now, need to overload, see your pretty face when you fill me up...!”

It was those words that had Optimus falling apart. With a shout of Bumblebee’s name, his thrusts started to falter, becoming shaky as he overloaded. Hot, pink transfluid shot out of the head of his spike and painted the younger bot’s inner walls, stuffing him to the brim until the liquid began to leak from the junction at which the two were connected. Optimus didn’t pull out, though, simply fighting the overstimulation to fuck Bumblebee until- oh, there it was. Within seconds of his own overload, Bumblebee finished as well, optics trained on Optimus’s face and valve clenching down around his spike to milk him for everything he had.

As soon as Bumblebee rode the waves of his pleasure, both mechs were collapsing onto the berth beneath them. Bumblebee allowed his legs to slip from around Optimus’s waist and fall onto the bed, previously arched back now relaxed and helm resting on a pillow. Optimus simply collapsed on top of his subordinate and rested his own helm on the yellow bot’s narrow chest plate, still buried inside of him to the hilt.

“T-Thanks, Bee... I needed that too,” Optimus sighed and allowed his optics to flutter shut at the sound of his lover’s spark beating.

Bumblebee only looked down at him and grinned.

“Any time, Bossbot.”

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Being in Megatron’s body was alarming, to say the least. It was larger, stronger, with more weight and height to it that he found hard to lug around compared to Optimus’s old body, and he had yet to figure out how to use his transformation cog, simply telling the Decepticons he was struggling to fool that he was just ‘feeling unwell’ as he thought Megatron would put it. 

He wondered where Megatron was right now, what he was doing as he sat there in what he presumed was Megatron’s berthroom- Optimus had been forced to put on the show of his life, heating up on purpose and acting like he was feverish enough to not know his surroundings so Lugnut would show him where it was without him being considered suspicious.

Was Megatron having the same problems with fitting in? Or was he doing just fine? Optimus couldn’t help but wonder, but staring at himself in the large, fancy mirror that Megatron had somehow obtained for this room had him preoccupied with other things. 

Other things being Megatron’s body, and all of the things he wanted to do to it while he had the chance.

His obsession was going to be his downfall, he thought as he looked around- just to take in his surroundings and make sure no one was there to see what he was about to do. The room was dark and dingy, just as he’d expect from Megatron- the only thing left uncovered was the large window by the berth, so Optimus leaned over to pull the curtains over it and huffed.

He was finally alone. Shuffling to lay on his side and get comfortable, Optimus pulled some napkins from over on the nightstand and laid them out in front of him before opening his interface panel.

The thoughts about the Decepticon had been consuming him recently; thoughts of what it would be like to have him, to touch him, to claim him and explore the chiseled body that haunted every dream and thought of his. It just so happened that a human crook’s magical abilities happened to switch their bodies, and both had the idea of trying to blend in instead of causing their respective teams to freak out when they found each other again.

And there he was. He’d been fighting off the sensation for a few days now while he tried to get away from the base to find Megatron (or, Megatron in his body) to switch their bodies back with no success. But he was alone, and as wrong as it was, Megatron would never know- he could take this secret to The Well Of All Sparks- that is, if he even made it there after what he was about to do. 

His optics flickered down to his spike, half-pressurized, and valve, slightly slick. Megatron’s spike was slightly larger than his own, a darker grey than the rest of his frame with vermillion and gold accents, large circuits that gave it a specific raised texture running up the sides. 

Optimus bit his lip and imagined what it would feel like inside his own valve, Megatron on top of him, fucking into his smaller body and whispering filth into his audials. That had his spike fully pressurized and ready for self-service, so he took it in one of his large servos and started pumping it from the base to the tip. Meanwhile, his other servo drifted down to his valve, digits tentatively toying with the soft metal lips.

Fuck. Megatron’s body was sensitive, and Optimus wasn’t sure if it was just like that or if it was from a lack of action, but he could feel himself approaching his climax embarrassingly quick. So, he dipped one digit in, and then another, jolting and gasping weakly at the sensation of being stuffed- Megatron’s valve felt tight, like it wasn’t used to being serviced like this- or maybe it hadn’t been serviced like this. A third digit joined the other two and started a steady rhythm that matched the pace of his servo going up and down around his spike with every flick of his wrist. 

“M-Megatron,” He moaned, just like he usually would to himself when he did this with his own body, only for it to come out in Megatron’s voice. It made sense, and hearing the voice of his obsession moaning in his audials was good enough that he found himself using it to his advantage. “Optimus...?”

Oh, fuck. That was perfect, Megatron’s voice saying his name- even if he was the one saying it, the sound put so many images in his mind that he couldn’t (or, didn’t want to) get rid of, and he was sure to continue to do it and imprint the noise in his mind.

With a loud cry, he overloaded. It was the most intense finish he’d ever had, entire body shaking with the force of it, loads of slick coating the digits in his valve and even more transfluid spilling out onto the plethora of napkins he’d laid out. Heavy ex-vents flooded the room with their noise. His optics fluttered open, and when he caught his reflection in the mirror across the room, he couldn’t help but gasp at the beauty of it; red optics, large body, gunmetal grey and vermillion, all post-overload tremors and shakes. It was a beautiful sight, that of which he was sure he would remember forever.

Alright, he thought with a sigh of relief. He did that, he experienced it once, and it was over. All he had to do was clean up his mess and find Megatron, switch their bodies back, and then never think about it ever again or tell anyone that it had ever happened.

He felt great- euphoric, even, and he’d have the memory of Megatron’s body like this engraved in his processor any time he wanted it.

Everything was going to be fine.

Only, his post-overload clarity was cut off by the noise of his window opening.

Oh, shit.

The window was left unlocked.

“You’re more depraved than I thought you were, Autobot... Using my body like that when you know I can’t stop you,” His servos- no, Megatron’s servos, now, were pulling the curtains apart and revealing a smug face; all blue optics and twitchy audials paired with a cocky grin that didn’t quite work for him. It was odd, seeing someone else using his body and seeing how differently it moved without his control. “Seems you aren’t as righteous as you act, hm?”

“M-Megatron!”

Optimus felt himself die inside a bit as he used his servos to cover his spike and valve. Megatron gracefully slid through the window and sat on the edge of the bed with one leg crossed over the other. 

“Oh, are you embarrassed because you’ve been caught? Might as well move my servos off of my body; I’ve already seen it all before,” Megatron teased, so Optimus did as told and let his gunmetal grey servos away from his open interface panel. “You looked so unabashedly debauched and splayed out for me just a few nanokliks ago, my dear- though, it certainly would’ve been a lot nicer had it been in your body instead of mine.”

“Shut up, what are you even doing here? You know if they see you in my body-”

“And you should know that they know not to come in here or they’ll face the risk of being offlined. That aside, I tracked down that organic and found what we need to switch back. There’s an antidote, we both only need to drink half and we’ll switch back. If not, that little crook that I have locked up in your berthroom right now is not going to have a good time when I return... Your time would’ve been better spent trying to find him, but alas, I understand your situation...”

“You- You do?” Optimus stammered and moved to lay on his back, weight on his elbows.

When he scooted backwards as far as he could, he found that his helm hit the headboard, and- oh, Primus, Megatron was on top of him in his body, smaller knees on either side of his hips and a smaller servo resting on his throat- gentle, teasing. The other servo held some sort of pink liquid in a vile. He popped the cork lid off and held the rim of the glass to Optimus’s lips with a sultry expression that really didn’t suit his face. 

“How could I not? Being in your body has been driving me mad, so drink up, because the second we switch back, ” Megatron ran a thumb over Optimus’s lower lip to part it before tilting the vile forward so some of the antidote would pour into the Prime’s mouth. He swallowed obediently and vented. “I believe we have some getting to know each other to do, Optimus Prime.”

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Sentinel Prime couldn’t help but awkwardly shift in his seat and sink into it as his optics were trained on Bumblebee’s lithe figure. The small yellow bot was on the stage right in front of him, strong thighs clenched around a large metal pole and body splayed out behind him. He stretched his back out gracefully and hung out onto the pole servos-free so he could lean back far enough to smile at a patron and grab some of the tossed money off of the floor. 

He came back up in a smooth swoop and twisted around the long rod with one servo now gripping it. The other servo held a large wad of cash, that of which was tucked into the band of the fancy undergarment that hung off of his narrow hips with a sultry wink.

It was a dirty secret of theirs.

After detaining Megatron, all of the Autobots had returned to Cybertron and earned just a semblance of peace following so many years of fighting. They’d each gone to do different things, with Jazz resigning from the Elite Guard to return to the temple he’d grown up in, Optimus becoming Magnus, Bulkhead returning to repair space bridges like he’d always wanted, Ratchet settling down with Arcee and having sparklings of his own, and Cybertron changing for the better.

Sentinel had remained stagnant, of course. The kick from Temporary Magnus down to his original position in the Elite Guard had hurt, but he was adaptable, and he settled back in just fine with no other than Bumblebee taking Jazz’s previous spot per Optimus Magnus’s command.

It was fine enough. Sentinel had made amends with Optimus and Jazz long ago and developed to be a (somewhat) better bot, so while he acted like Bumblebee annoyed him, he’d actually grown to like the little mech, quite enjoying his company. In his boring, lonely life, it was nice to have the ray of sunshine that was Bumblebee.

But that's how his conundrum came about. 

With Optimus Magnus in charge and the outdated Autobot High Council disbanded and replaced with a new group of advisors that included Ratchet, Arcee, Ironhide, and some others to keep him in check and prevent tyranny whilst helping him with big decisions, a lot of laws were changed. One of those was the previous codes of morality that were required to be followed in order for an Autobot to join the Elite Guard, those of which forbade drinking oil, being spark bonded and/or having a conjunx, having sparklings, using foul language, occupying any form of club, and a plethora of other minor offenses.

With that, he and everyone else in the Elite Guard were free to do a lot more than they used to be.

Sentinel took advantage of it by indulging in the occasional drink, going to the club when he felt like it, cussing when he was particularly angry. 

Bumblebee took advantage of it by taking a part-time job at one of the high-end strip clubs in his neighborhood so he could dance when he wasn’t busy doing work for the Elite Guard. It wasn’t a secret, not was it a thing Bumblebee did for money- no, he genuinely enjoyed it, and all of their friends were rather accepting of the hobby.

The first time Bumblebee had asked him to come, he’d done it out of support.

But then he’d been captivated, leading him to show up every single night Bumblebee was working without being asked, even if there were other things he should’ve been doing.

Nowadays, it wasn’t uncommon for Sentinel to ditch work to come watch Bumblebee’s shows... There was just something about him; the way he moved, the smile, the optics, the laugh- no, not something, everything, and Sentinel wanted him bad.

They never talked about it. Bumblebee danced, Sentinel showed up, and they worked together like it had never happened. 

And, for just a second, Bumblebee’s optics were on his, cyan burning into cobalt. 

Sentinel immediately looked away, but upon hearing an inquisitive, low hum from his left, he was suddenly reminded of the fact that he wasn’t alone.

“So, you and Bumblebee...” Jazz leaned over from where he sat next to Sentinel and playfully elbowed the larger bot’s arm to catch his attention. There was a smug look on his face, that of which Sentinel found himself wincing at. He knew he was in for some teasing- hell, it was a mistake to bring Jazz here in the first place on a night that Bumblebee was working, but the other mech had become suspicious of Sentinel’s constant disappearing from work and insisted on coming with him for one of his escapades. So, against his better judgement, he’d acquiesced, and possibly risked revealing his biggest secret to no other than one of his best friends. “Y’all’ve got somethin’ goin’ on, huh?”

“What?” Sentinel spat, optics flickering to Bumblebee and then back to Jazz. If anything, he was thankful that the music, a slow and sensual yet booming toon with a heavy base, was so loud that Bumblebee couldn’t hear them- especially not amongst all of the chatter and the cheers for him to strip those undergarments off. “No, of course not!”

Right as he said that, Bumblebee was quickly finishing the show with one more fluid squat that showed off the round shape of his ass. He picked up the cash off the stage and waved and winked at every customer he could see, including Sentinel and jazz, before slinking off of the platform and disappearing backstage.

Jazz only laughed at Sentinel as another mech quickly came to replace Bee, and though it made sense, the blue and gold mech couldn’t help but scowl at his old coworker.

Jazz had known him for lightyears and immediately made a connection with Bumblebee upon their first meeting, so he was close with them both. Sentinel also knew that Bumblebee and Jazz were occasionally... Intimate. It was a fact that stung, but he tried not to let it bother him- after all, it wasn’t any sort of committed relationship, and Sentinel had no right to meddle in their personal affairs. 

“My man... You’ve been fraggin’ him with your optics since we got here,” Jazz scoffed. “It hurts to watch, but if you won’t make a move, I will. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to tango with that busy bee, anywho.”

The smaller bot went to stand up, but Sentinel firmly put a servo on his chest to keep him in place and glared over at him with a roll of his optics.

“Back off, Jazz,” He growled.

Yes, it was irrational, but while he could handle Jazz and Bumblebee having something, he couldn’t handle being there for it. 

“Why should I back off? Not like you were gonna make a move,” Jazz laughed yet again and smacked Sentinel’s servo to the side. Then, he stood up, Sentinel quickly joining him. “Maybe you should back off.”

Jazz was walking past him and going outside the club with Sentinel hot on his trail, saying anything he could to try to get Jazz to stop. Maybe it wasn’t his place, and he should’ve known better- hell, his therapist Rung would be telling him to let it go and communicate openly instead of starting conflict- but he couldn’t let it happen. He’d come with the intent of tonight being his night, tonight being the night he’d finally make a move on Bumblebee, who he’d been chasing after for what felt like so long now- not a night for Jazz to win the yellow bot over so easily, again.

A slight drizzle started to come from the sky and pour down on them as they lingered behind the club. Fed up, Sentinel finally grabbed Jazz by the shoulder and spun him around, getting in his face. 

“I will take your aft down right now.”

Jazz only met his gaze and smirked- the sound of heavy footsteps flooded their audials, but both mechs chose to ignore it. Surprisingly, one of Jazz’s servos was on his chest, pushing him back and making him stumble.

“Try me.”

With that, Sentinel quickly drew his arm back, ready to punch Jazz in his smug face when-

“Woah, hey, guys!” Bumblebee suddenly appeared behind him and grabbed him by the first he was about to slam into his old coworker, wrapping his skinny arms around one of Sentinel’s much larger ones. “No need to start a fight out here! Surely we can come to some sort of compromise, right? What’s going on?”

“What kind of compromise could possibly fix this?” Sentinel snapped, but melted into the touch and felt calmer instantly.

Jazz stood across from them with that smug look on his face.

“Well... I might have an idea- that is, if both of you are willin’ to play to my tune.”

Bumblebee only smirked.

“I’m all audials.”

And that’s how they ended up where they were now, with Sentinel sitting on his berth, Bumblebee on his lap with his back against his broad chest place, and Jazz on the edge of the bed watching them. It was no secret that Jazz was a voyeur, something he’d revealed in a game of never have I ever with their friends, so they’d agreed to Jazz watching them for a while before joining in.

Sentinel felt nothing but pressure. The pressure under his interface panel from his spike pressing up against it, the pressure to perform for both Bumblebee and Jazz, the pressure to do good. It was... A lot, and it had him tense as he roamed up and down Bumblebee’s body with his servos; the body he’d watched and admired for so long, finally there for him to do whatever he wanted.

His servos were on Bumblebee’s chest. They slid down to his waist, squeezing his hips, and then up and down the expanse of his thighs before settling on his interface panel. The yellow bot was so much smaller than him in frame that his interface panel was the size of one of Sentinel’s servos. The larger bot rested his helm against the back of Bee’s neck and left a flurry of kisses, nips, and sucks along the smooth metal, teasing digits pressing against the cables and seams that lined the panel Sentinel wanted to open so bad.

“Any time now, S.P.,” Jazz teased from across the berth and opened his own interface panel, capturing both his and Bumblebee’s attention. The tall, lanky bot had removed his visors, an unusual sight- ocean blue optics were trained on Bumblebee as he reached down with one servo to pump his spike to full pressurization. “Can’t you see the poor bee squirmin’ for ya there? Make a move.”

“Shut it, Jazz,” Sentinel hissed. “I’ve been waiting for this for lightyears and I’m going to take my sweet ass time, yeah? Unless my poor little bee has a problem with that?”

“N-Not at all-” Bumblebee gave a nervous laugh, and then gasped when Sentinel’s dentas sunk right into a sweet spot on his shoulder and tossed his servos over his mouth to keep quiet. 

“We’re in my home, you little brat, it’s not like anyone’s going to hear you,” Sentinel grinned when he heard the quiet hum of Bumblebee’s interface panel finally opening. He looked over at Jazz to see that his servo was moving increasingly faster to self-service his spike at the sight, and though his main priority was Bumblebee, he knew that both he and Jazz would enjoy Bumblebee’s pleasure-filled noises than they would muffled, incoherent nonsense. “So let loose before you make me bored.”

“Bored? You didn’t look very bored while watchin’ him dance tonight, you lyin’ horndog. Watch me,” Jazz’s optics flew to him, and then to Bumblebee. With a sigh, the smooth mech let go of his spike and crawled forward to sit in front of the smaller bot, placing a warning servo on his throat with his long and slender digits wrapped around the thin metal column. Bumblebee gulped, but leaned forward into the servo around his neck and bucked his hips up to meet Sentinel’s touch. “Sing for me, will ya, my busy bee? I’d hate to have to get rough with you in front of S.P. here.”

Those digits tightened, and at that, Bumblebee let out a gasp; weak, delicate, full of his desire. Sentinel could only watch- the mere movement from Jazz had Bumblebee’s cooling fans kicking on as condensation coated the golden metal of his frame. 

“Tch, this isn’t fair,” Sentinel complained and opened his own panel so he could free his spike, quickly moving to rub it against Bumblebee’s aft. “You have an advantage- you’ve done this with him before.”

“Well, excuse me,” Jazz huffed and let go of Bumblebee’s neck. That earned him a whine of complaint from Bumblebee’s end, but he didn’t make any move to amend the action. “I was just tryin’ to help, but if you’re gonna be like that, I think you can wait, Sentinel. So, Bee, you still have your club uniform around here somewhere... Why don’t you put on a private show for us before we do anything else?”

Fuck. Bumblebee was hurriedly nodding and rushing to get off of Sentinel and find the skimpy outfit that had adorned him earlier, and the Prime found that he couldn’t even bring himself to object.

It was going to be a long fucking night.

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When Blurr started looking at human entertainment, he’d never expected it to lead into this, him sat in Ultra Magnus’s lap with his back pressed up against the older bot’s chest as they watched the screen on the little data tablet- known as a computer on earth- in front of them.

They’d been visiting and staying at the Autobot base to get some business done, them and the other members of the Elite Guard given their own rooms to stay in if they didn’t feel like occupying the ship. Blurr, having known Bumblebee for as long as he had, had been... Badly influenced, per say. 

In translation, he’d picked up the habit of watching filthy, raunchy human porn when he was on earth with unmonitored internet access like he was now, free of all of the restrictions and rules that were set for the use of technology while working for the Elite Guard. It had been fine with him watching a debauched scene play out in front of him, the tablet resting on his lap and his spike in one hand- at least until Ultra Magnus had walked into the room without any warning whatsoever.

The doors on the Elite Guard ship locked automatically when they were shut. The ones on earth did not, and he hated that he hadn’t learned that fact until he’d snapped his helm to gaze at Ultra Magus, who had stood in the doorway with his mouth agape and servo tightly gripping the doorknob. He’d assumed that would be the end of it; Ultra Magnus would turn around and leave and either never bring it up again or scold him later for his misconduct. But then, the blue and white bot had let out a sigh, walked in, and shut the door behind him.

“Is this how you spend your free time these days, Blurr?”

“Y-Yes, sir... Forgive me, I didn’t mean for you to walk in, I was under the assumption that the doors here would lock automatically like they do back on Cybertron. Additionally, if I may, you’re usually recharging at this time so I thought you wouldn’t require my assistance and further, and... Why did you come in here? Actually, I should probably put my spike away considering that you’re my boss and you’re standing right there, but I-”

“Blurr. That’s enough. You need not explain yourself.” 

And, caught up in his embarrassment and desperation, despite his better judgement, he dared to act upon the little crush he’d had on his commander for light years. 

“Care to join in?”

And that’s how he ended up where he was currently, aft being grinded into by Ultra Magnus’s unnaturally large spike, struggling to hold the data tablet in his shaky servos as Ultra Magnus’s much larger ones gripped his hips. That deep, melodious voice was in his audial, telling him how good he was doing, how gorgeous his tiny frame was when-

Daddy!

At that, Blurr’s face flushed, and he could feel both his and his superior’s optics fly to the device, which zoomed in on one of the two men’s face as one called the other that familiar name. It was one of the weirder human kinks that Blurr fancied, as there wasn’t anything quite like it on Cybertron. It felt nasty, forbidden, like something Ultra Magnus would condemn him for even being interested in. but apparently, it was the exact opposite.

“Blurr, explain.”

“O-On earth, there’s a variety of kinks that we don’t have equivalents to on Cybertron and vice versa,” He started and vented sharply when the tip of Ultra Magnus’s spike was pressed against the entrance of his valve to tease the flowery petals. He could feel the dripple of pre-fluid that had spilled from the slit just a few moments before being pushed into his valve along with the head, only to be pulled right back out when he stopped talking. The pleasure and desire was burning him from the inside out, but no matter how hard he tried to buck his hips down to impale himself on the spike he craved inside of him to fill that void, Ultra Magnus held him in place. So, he continued. “Daddy is similar to a sire, but it’s used in a sexual context as well, usually to address someone older and dominant in the relationship. Is that sufficient for you, Ultra Magnus?”

“Plenty,” The other mech’s lips were pressed into the back of his neck and curled up into a satisfied smile. “From what I’m understanding now, in this context, you could call me daddy. Why don’t you try it?”

Regardless of the embarrassment that was now bubbling up in his chest and trying to climb out of his throat, Blurr forced himself to do as his boss had asked of him. Weakly, he turned his helm so he could nuzzle into the Magnus’s cheek and talk.

“D-Daddy...? Like that?”

“Just like that,” Ultra Magnus groaned and thrusted his hips up, effectively pushing his spike about halfway into Blurr. The blue bot cried out and slapped his servos over his mouth, the tablet long forgotten and dropping to the floor, the obscene video audio still playing aloud but hardly paid any attention to. “Say it again.”

“Daddy!” This time, it was much more confident, moaned out as he was steadily lifted up and down the huge length inside of him and struggling to keep his noises down as a way of preventing the entirety of Team Prime, Sentinel, and Jazz from hearing them interface on the floor of Blurr’s guest room.

It was a stretch, a hell of a one at that, and though Blurr usually talked so much that his words left no room in any room for anyone else to speak, he found that all he could bring himself to say was daddy, just like Ultra Magnus had requested.

His obedience was quickly rewarded as he was lifted again, set on his hands and knees, and then immediately plunged back into, Ultra Magnus’s servos still gripping his hips so hard that he was sure there would be dents. His spark was racing, thighs shaking, lips trembling as he beat his servos into the floor in an attempt to get out all of the pleasure coursing through his circuits at the feeling of being stretched, pounded.

Ultra Magnus wasn’t merciful either, no- it was the exact opposite. Just like in battle, he was brutal, not letting up his intense pace as he roughly pistoned his spike into the depths of Blurr’s walls.

“Blurr,” Ultra Magnus leaned down to whisper in his audial, still fucking him at lightning speed like it was nothing- movements that, honestly, Blurr had never expected the Magnus to be able to pull off at his age. “Where do you want me?”

With his processor being damn-near screwed out of him and his audials flooded with the sound of his own sparkrate, Blurr barely pieced together the question, but when he did, he gave a hurried nod and answered.

“Inside, please!”

“Please what?” Ultra Magnus reminded him with a growl and a particularly sharp thrust that hit a bundle of nerves deep inside of him. The reminder had him buckling where he was holding himself up, his arms falling as he buried his head in them and overloaded with a shout of Ultra Magnus’s name. Lubricant spilled onto the blue and white bot’s length and transfluid onto the floor, that of which he knew would be horrible to clean up, but he didn’t care about that right now, too caught up in the depths of his pleasure to concern himself with it.

Still, Ultra Magnus had prompted him, and he had yet to respond, so he did.

“Please, daddy!”

It was his last plea that had Ultra Magnus giving one last groan and thrusting as deep into him as possible before flooding his insides with hot, potent transfluid. It was a lot, more than he’d ever received and enough to send an intense, fuzzy warmth throughout his body as Ultra Magnus began to press a flurry of kisses up and down the length of his back.

“Was... Was that good for you, Blurr?” The Magnus started, voice sounding uncharacteristically shy. When Blurr managed to sit himself up on his arms again and turned his helm to look at the Magnus, he was blushing a deep, dark red. “This wasn’t how I intended for my attraction of you to be revealed, but I hope you enjoyed it somewhat.”

“I did,” He affirmed with a small smile and reached for the tablet, which he turned off. “I’m glad we feel the same way.”

After that, Ultra Magnus, massaging circles into his hips, pulled out and sighed.

“Then let’s clean up... When we’re done, we can talk more, alright?”

In a moment of jovial jest, Blurr smirked and quipped back.

“Alright, daddy.”

“Tch,” Ultra Magnus scoffed and looked to the side, then reached down for Blurr and gave him a pat on the top of his helm. “Save it for the berthroom, Blurr.”