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TFP Knockout X Breakdown “Tell me you need me.”

This is a secret santa gift for a discord server I am in, dedicated directly to @neonhoneycomb ! Merry Christmas 🎄 I enjoyed writing this!

Warnings: NSFW, size kink, medical gore, angst, spike comparison, squirting.

The hologram target fizzled out of a view, which caused the ex-wrecker to growl in frustration. His rapid vents exhausted one after another as he retracted his blaster in defeat. He'd been in the training room for almost the whole cycle to work on his shooting aim now that he was… impaired. His non functional optic made all forms of combat almost impossible. He couldn't make a clear shot to save his own aft, let alone his partner's.

Before Breakdown could exit the armoy room, his comm system loudly pinged. A slew of cybertronian curses fell past his dermas when he saw the comm was from Knockout. That indicated to him that he had been absent from the med-bay for far too long.

“Need something?” With a nonchalant tone in his voice, the navy blue deception tried to play off the situation. It wouldn't work, but there was a 99% chance that if he didn't sound like he was doing anything wrong, then maybe he wasn't.

“Do I need something?! Great question because what I need is some assistance in the med-bay.” Even without seeing Knockout's face plate, it was obvious the mech was highly irritated.

“Got it. I'll be there in a-” The comm ended abruptly, and Breakdown's singular beaming yellow optic rolled in its socket. Over the comm Knockout had sounded like he'd blown a few and a half gaskets since he'd been gone, and that made him much more resilient to take any longer to return.

Upon heading towards the med-bay, the mech passed by two badly cauterized vehicon drones, one of them still leaking energon onto the deck plates of the ship. Knockout must have been too busy to repair him correctly, but it didn't look severe, so the vehicon could walk it off… eventually.

Two red glaring optics followed the ex-wrecker's movements as he entered the med-bay. If looks could kill, Knockout would surely be vaporizing him with just his vision right about now. The red medic didn't offer a greeting nor a chastising remark as his silence was more than enough to do the trick.

“Sorry, got carried away in the armory.”

Knockout still said nothing while he cauterized a gaping wound in the shoulder-plate of another vehicon. He took his time with this one as the injury was fairly deep into the cybernetic metal. Knockout gestured to the data pad on the medical berth, without saying a word Breakdown knew he wanted him to start logging in the Vehicon’s credentials for an injury report. On his way to the opposite medical berth, the ex-wrecker let a servo graze against his partner's hip strut.

“Don't you dare start.”, a deep chuckle rumbled within Breakdown’s chassis as he tried to calm his highly displeased lover. The reaction Knockout gave him didn't make him feel any less determined with his goal.

“I need a set of sharp pliers. There's a bullet fragment still in here.” Knockout's digit inched into the deep cavern of wound the vehicon drone shuddered with pain. The sensitive protoform within his shoulder-plate was exposed, and leaving the fragment in there would never let the gouge heal properly.

“You know I'll give you whatever you need.”

“How about you drop it?”

"How about you hold it."

Knockout's red optics widened, and he debated on whether or not he should hurl the cauterizing scalpel at the larger mech. “Enough!” The red medic said with a hiss before snatching the pliers out of his partner's servos.

After removing the plasma bullet fragment and completing the cauterization of the wound, the Vehicon designated as ST3V3 was evicted from the med-bay. Knockout shut the sliding doors and began logging all the services perfomed for that cycle within a data report for future reference. He had never seen so many patients at once, especially not when there weren't any instances of Autobot retaliation.

“This cycle has been one of the worst in awhile -” Knockout's digit tapped rapidly against the datapad screen, furiously filing his own report. He knew his paint job looked like a wreck and that he would need a good polish and wax after a cleansing station visit.

“- You weren't here helping because you decided to go frag off to the armory room.” It wasn't often Knockout needed to scold the other mech. He was usually resourceful and there when he needed him, lately Breakdown’s been consistently absent from his duties and refusing to pick up extra shifts with him. The mech declined going out on a patrol of a newfound energonmine, which Knockout deemed to be completed out of character for him.

“I'm still missing almost every shot, I can see but at the same time I can't see slag! Everything just looks off, I've never felt so useless.” Both of the ex-wreckers servo’s slammed down on the medical berth in front of him out of frustration.

Knockout's posture softened, and his optic ridges slightly raised. Breakdown was being… vulnerable around him, this was rare. He knew the mech had been having some difficulties accustoming to his sight with the subtraction of an optic, but he wasn't aware of how critical the situation was. If anything he thought the mech was toughing it out like he did with everything else.

“Your vision, it'll take some time to restabilize. The lack of an optic is going to make things hard for you, but it won't be impossible.” The medic approached his partner and let his servo grasp the side of his faceplate. He'd never seen such defeat on the decepticon ex-wrecker before.

“And you're not useless. I wouldn't be able to do this without you, and you know that BD.” The dermas of the two mechs came into contact with one another and that gave Breakdown all the permission he needed to pick up the smaller mech and pin him down on the medical berth.

The size difference between the two of them wasn't as severe as it may have been amongst other cybertronian relationships but it definitely gave Breakdown the upper hand at being able to maneuver Knockout how he wanted. The connection of oral receptors continued as Knockout slipped his glossa in and danced it along Breakdown’s, enticing him of what was further to come.

The ex-wrecker's thick digits circled around Knockout's interface panel before the plating willingly slid down with a hiss. The aroma of the red mech's dripping valve filled the med-bay, and Breakdown broke the kiss.

“You're already ready for me?”

“You think I didn't enjoy your antics earlier?” Knockout vented deeply as Breakdown pressed a digit at his entrance before slowly sliding it in.

His lubricating slick coated the intruding digit, and the quick clenches of his valve walls urged it to start pumping. A growl left Knockout's vocal capacitor when a second digit joined refuge within his valve. Breakdown knew exactly how to angle his digits to make the medic's frame twitch and heave. A loud moan erupted from Knockout when one of Breakdown's digits began rubbing circles around his outer-node.

“Tell me you need me.”

“Frag- I do!”

“Then say it.” Breakdown quickened the pace of his digits, and the lewd slick noises only became audibly louder with the furthering of Knockout's pleasure and excitement.

“I need you!” The medic's sharp digits dragged along the underneath of the medical berth leaving gashes across the underside. Breakdown's servo was showing his valve no mercy as it shamelessly guided him to a long and drawn out overload. It didn't take long for Knockout's walls to start to spasm and small spurts of lubrication to erupt from his valve. He rode out his climax with a guttural groan and a very brief rev of his engine.

Even the interface panel housing his errect spike slid off to allow him to leak thick beads of blue transfluid from his tip. Only when the medic was coming from his high did he pay attention to his partner's thick spike leaning up against his own. Their size difference wasn't just on the outside, as Breakdown was a good size and a half larger than Knockout in the spike department.

Knockout could swear to primus they were made for each other with how well he'd fill his valve when they interfaced. Breakdown lined up the tip of his spike against the soft mesh valve folds in front of him before pushing forward to enter. The entry was quick and painless as Knockout's frame knew this game the two of them would play all too well.

A beep went off on the docked datapad stationed at Knockout's desk, which indicated that there were new inbound patients to the med-bay. Knockout looked back over at the mech, who was currently still inside him, who bared the expression of a sad cyberfox pup who'd just been told to stop.

“We're finishing this. They can wait... Besides, I still need you.” A smirk appeared on his faceplate, telling his partner that the two would have a much longer cycle ahead of them...

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decepticononline · 4 months

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TFP Knockout X Breakdown “Tell me you need me.”

This is a secret santa gift for a discord server I am in, dedicated directly to @neonhoneycomb ! Merry Christmas 🎄 I enjoyed writing this!

Warnings: NSFW, size kink, medical gore, angst, spike comparison, squirting.

“Do I need something?! Great question because what I need is some assistance in the med-bay.” Even without seeing Knockout's face plate, it was obvious the mech was highly irritated.

“Sorry, got carried away in the armory.”

“You know I'll give you whatever you need.”

“How about you drop it?”

"How about you hold it."

“You're already ready for me?”

“You think I didn't enjoy your antics earlier?” Knockout vented deeply as Breakdown pressed a digit at his entrance before slowly sliding it in.

“Tell me you need me.”

“Frag- I do!”

“Then say it.” Breakdown quickened the pace of his digits, and the lewd slick noises only became audibly louder with the furthering of Knockout's pleasure and excitement.

“We're finishing this. They can wait... Besides, I still need you.” A smirk appeared on his faceplate, telling his partner that the two would have a much longer cycle ahead of them...

#tfp #knockout #transformers knockout #transformers smut #knockout x breakdown #decepticons #robots #secret santa #transformers prime

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decepticononline · 1 year

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The fact tumblr took down my Tarn spike commission 😭😭

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decepticononline · 1 year

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¡Gracias!

MTMTE! Tarn x Femme Reader

Author's Note: I fucking love Tarn bro. This is extremely self-indulgent for me. He's literally so perfect.

Summary: Tarn is not in the mood for your games. (May or may not make this story a series.)

Warnings: spike in valve sex, dub con, hints of non con, implied polygamy, implied reverse harem, voice kink, masochistic reader, size kink, breeding kink, trauma from reader being human converted to cybertronian, Megatron never joins the autobots here, and there's surprisingly some fluff.

"Your frame....your mind....your spark....your entirety. It all belongs to me."

You couldn't disagree whatsoever with what he proclaimed in between forceful thrusts. When he said 'entirety' you could feel your spark flutter, he was playing with it like it was a toy. He knew and cherished the effect his voice receptor's modification had on cybertronian sparks.

Shockingly his voice afflicted you all the same before the transition when you were human too. This transition happened when Shockwave experimented on you and the other 'pets' owned by various Decepticons. It was a sick and twisted fantasy the mech dreamed up and was permitted by Megatron to act upon.

The experiment started with twelve of you and only four remained when the transition successfully concluded. The other eight perished miserably. You were given a new body, a spark, processors, and just about everything else that made you now completely cybertronian. However, you were still a pet at the end of the day.

The only thing that's changed since your transition was your relationship with the DJD, your owners. When you were human they regarded you like an actual pet. Nickel thought you were so adorable, that was the only reason Tarn kept you alive. Those days he would tell you just how much he wanted to splatter you onto the deck plates and turn you into a complicated red stain.

He'd tell you how much he wished you'd try to escape so he could torture and murder you. He loved to mention how he longed for the day he'd get to hear your screams of misery. He'd speak to you with his voice modifier until it felt like you were going to have a heart attack. He was completely and utterly abusive, but you loved it.

After you became fully cybertronian the treatment you received from each DJD member was so different. They were far more interactive with you, to say the least. The looks you received from each member ranged from pity, adoration, and disgust were now more twisted and dark. They looked at you with lust, hunger, and malevolence.

Thankfully you weren't completely naive and knew how to navigate their urges. You played coy and unknowing of their advances meanwhile, you kept a mental note in your processors of everything they did. The sexual tension aboard the Peaceful Tyranny was so thick that it couldn't be cut with a knife.

You were given no weapons, very little armor and no training as a precaution to defend yourself if needed in case one of them tried to force themselves on to you. Their behavior completely reminded you of human men.

Here you were now, however. Pinned down, armor stripped off, and at Tarn's mercy. He had a knack for punishing you like this whenever you did something wrong. You weren't sure how the relationship between the two of you got so sexual, it all happened far too fast.

The way the bright blue orbs of your optics rolled to the back of your helm was something to be marveled at. The harsh clanging noise of his hip struts meeting yours with a steady unwavering pace completely overshadowed the lewd slick noises that your valve made.

Every portion of his spike that he slammed into you only made your hole squirt and dribble lubricant around his length. Your valve quivered like an engine with every intrusion of his thick length His large servo sat firmly around your neck cabling. He wasn't strangling you, surprisingly, but forcing you to look at him while he did this to you.

He had his visor on during this, it always had an emotionless deadpanned expression. A dispassionate visor is what you were staring up at while your valve was stretched and used to its limit. You've been with the mech for so long that you've learned to read his emotions with the visor on.

Every moment that you got glances at the red orbs within his optics you could see the excitement within them. He was enjoying punishing you like this, to him his greatest accomplishment wasn't breaking you but it making you enjoy being broken.

The way his servo held your neck cabling made you feel so...tiny. His servo covered your entire neck cabling and the very upper portion of your chassis. The size ratio between both you and him was startling. You weren't the size of a mini bot like Nickel but you were still much smaller than him and he enjoyed that.

The total dominance he had over you and everything you did was invigorating to him. He had so much dominance over you that on one occasion he interfaced with you right there in front of the other DJD members.

They all watched the expressions on your faceplate while Tarn made you take his spike. They listened to every moan and whine you made gleefully. Two of them decided to stroke their spikes while watching you take him. As much as you hated the embarrassment you felt, you welcomed it.

Nothing compared to this though. Being alone with Tarn in a state of vulnerability like this. With a final thrust, he overloaded his transfluid into you. When the mech would overload he'd bury himself so deep inside you just to make sure every last drop of it got into your carrying chamber.

You have a sparkling prevention device installed but for him, the thought of climaxing inside of you so deep and claiming you like this aroused him. It was like he wanted to sire a sparkling with you in his own twisted fantasy.

He pulled his now half-pressurized spike out of your valve only to thrust it back in. He paid no attention to your anterior node this entire time because this was a punishment, you weren't allowed to overload. Your venting stuttered from how forceful the movement of his intrusion was. He used his free servo to slip off his visor and reveal his damaged face plate.

"Are you going to behave now?"

You nodded your helm and Tarn leaned down and put his much larger faceplate against yours. His dermas lightly brushed over your own in what should have been a gentle kiss. When he didn't give you one you went ahead and lifted your helm to push your dermas into his own for a long awaited kiss.

He didn't kiss you back at first but after a while he parted his dermas and let his large glossa slide into your oral intake. You let it explore around before sucking on it gently. You've never had such an affectionate moment with the mech like this and it was absolutely everything that you'd ever dreamed of.

He's never kissed you nor allowed you to kiss him before. He pulled back from the connection and leaned his helm into your neck cabling by your audio receptors.

"I'm starting to enjoy having you here."

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MTMTE! Tarn x Femme Reader

Author's Note: I fucking love Tarn bro. This is extremely self-indulgent for me. He's literally so perfect.

Summary: Tarn is not in the mood for your games. (May or may not make this story a series.)

"Your frame....your mind....your spark....your entirety. It all belongs to me."

"Are you going to behave now?"

He's never kissed you nor allowed you to kiss him before. He pulled back from the connection and leaned his helm into your neck cabling by your audio receptors.

"I'm starting to enjoy having you here."

#transformers x reader #mtmte #transformers headcanon #transformers imagine #decepticons #decepticons x reader #valveplug #djd x reader #transformers smut #mtmte tarn #tarn x reader #tarn #transformers kaon

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decepticononline · 1 year

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TARN X SELF-INSERT COMMISSION

Some amazing Tarn artwork I commissioned from @lextodrawsstuff on Twitter. This is him with me as a self-insert and I absolutely adore it!

This is particularly amazing cause you guys know just how much I love Tarn.

#commssions open #art commisions #transformers headcanon #transformers x reader #mtmte #transformers imagine #decepticons #decepticons x reader #djd x reader #mtmte tarn #tarn x reader #self insert #transformers kaon #autobots #art #transformers

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IDW! Starscream x (Gender Neutral) Cybertronian Seeker Reader

Warnings: oral sex, riding, very light dom/sub, fluffy, size kink, hints of the reader being romantic with Thundercracker and Skywarp too, this is very gender neutral but the reader has a valve.

Summary: To Starscream you were the only one on cybertron who knew how to help him with his 'issues'.

The gentle sting of a clawed servo being placed on your backstrut made you turn around to see that Skywarp was behind you. The mech had a wicked grin on his faceplate and was holding up your datapad.

"Huh, looks like Screamer sent you a message on here. Are you ignoring your internal comms?"

You had to reach up to snatch your datapad back from the mech as he towered over you. Out of all Seekers within the faction, you were the smallest.

"Stay out of my personal belongings, you creature."

Skywarp simply purred and put his servos on his hip-struts. His glossa rolled out of his intake receptor and he wagged it at you provocatively. Your optics rolled in annoyance and you walked to another part of the base to comm your commander in privacy.

Since Starscream had reclaimed the throne of Cybertron he's been much busier now than he was as second in command of the Decepticon army. With him being busier meant he was much more stressed than normal.

This happened to put a strain on the already eccentric relationship you had with him. All the night cycles you've spent underneath him or one of his trinemates over the last few eons have clearly meant nothing to the mech if he neglected to give you the attention you felt you deserved.

Skywarp was too depraved and Thundercracker was too distant to give you the attention you sought. Your spark felt the strongest connection with Starscream, and if he wanted to be insolent about it then that was his loss.

"Finally, I need your assistance with an issue."

Starscream answered the comm sounding as if you hadn't just been ignoring him for the past couple of decacycles and that angered you.

"You only comm me when you need my assistance with your issues..."

"So that's what your problem is... No wonder you've been so infuriatingly annoying lately. Come by to see me and I'll make everything up to you."

With that, he ended the comm and you growled in annoyance, Starscream was unbelievable and unpredictable yet to him, you were completely predictable. He knew you'd come back to him one way or another.

So go back to him you did, just this time you weren't that easy, and you still had some dignity left. When you walked in he was sitting on his throne like normal, a golden Vosian crown upon his helm and a seeker high-rank soldier at either side of him.

With a simple servo gesture, both soldiers exited the room in sync with one another.

"How does it feel to be within my presence again now that your little failed mission of ignoring me is over?"

"Feels like I got kicked in the helm."

Starscream scoffed and gestured for you to get closer to him and you denied.

"Sorry, I won't be that easy."

"That fierceness is one of the many things I love and cherrish about you."

He always knew just what to say to make you submit. It was like a gift he had, saying things that made your spark flutter. You had to mentally slap yourself to not ask him if he really meant it.

Starscream gestured once more for you to approach him and this time you hesitated but obliged. You sat yourself down on him and he didn't waste any time leaning over to bring his dermas to yours.

You never felt this small with someone unless it was Starscream. It wasn't just his frame that was larger than yours, it was his confidence and willpower.

The kiss was gentle and you debated on giving him another. No one could deny how handsome this mech was. With his chisled features, bright red optics and sharp denta most failed to resist his advances.

"See something you like?"

"Always my Liege."

His wings fluttered behind him and you found yourself becoming fixated on them. They were so much bigger than your own and you couldn't help but slide your digits down the sides. You knew just what spots to touch from your previous nights of entanglement with him.

While you touched his wings, he touched yours. The touching of one's wings for seekers was completely intimate. Seeker wings were much more sensitive than the wings of regular fliers.

Starscream liked to have his wings rubbed, Skywarp liked to have his wings scratched, and Thundercracker liked to have his pulled. Your own wings fluttered and shifted to all of the touches Starscream gave them.

"It appears we're at the part where you tell me how much you need me."

He whispered into your audio receptors and that made your entire frame shiver. You got down onto your knee-plates and dragged your glossa along his armored interface panel.

You swirled circles around it and coated it with the fluids of your intake receptor. You even wrote his designation in Vosian along his panel with your glossa. As if you spoke the magic words to him, the mech let his panel slide off.

His spike sprang out and was already half pressurized and leaning to the side. You immediately wrapped your servos around his length and brought his tip to your dermas.

"You know I'd do anything for you my Liege. No matter how insufferable you may be..."

"Insufferable? As if that valve hasn't been slick with lubricant the moment you heard my voice through comms."

You ignored his comment and gave the tip of his spike a long lick and a groan emittited from his vocal receiver. You wrapped your dermas around his spike and took him into your intake, guiding him along the way until you hilted him in.

He put his servo on your helm and you felt his clawed digits sinking in.

"You're always so talented with that glossa aren't you?"

Your intake started to gag to signal that you desperately needed to vent and only then did he let go. You resumed to bobbing your helm up and down his shaft while he let a few slurs, curses and growls fall from his dermas.

He had this look in his optics that made you think he was getting ready to pin you down but you had other ideas. After sliding of your own interface panel to his surprise you got on top of him.

You've never taken control during interface before due to your size but as the saying goes there's a first time for everything. You lined your valve up with his spike and slowly slid down on it.

You welcomed him internally with the tight clenching of your walls and he moaned in delight. You bit down your dermas and offlined your optics when you began to slowly rock your hip-struts.

Out of all the mechs you've been with Starscream always filled you just right. It was like you two were meant for eachother, destined to be conjunxes.

The pace of the rise and fall of your hip-struts increased along with your pleasure. You'd never expected any cycle of your life to be full out riding the mech.

The way the tip of his spike was rubbing your walls internally made it feel like your protoform was tightening. The pure look of pleasure on his faceplate was gratifying to know it was you making him a wreck like this.

When his optics rolled back and his servos gripped around your hip-struts you picked up the speed. When you felt like you were getting ready to overload the mech stood up to hold you up by your hip-struts and that made you cling to his frame.

You looked down at the sudden drop from the height he was holding you and huffed.

"You think I'd drop you? Me of all people? Besides you're already holding me so tight that I don't believe you'd fall, and I don't mean with your servos."

He thrusted upwards into you while your leg-struts wrapped around either sides of him. Feeling him stretch you like this from this angled quickly ripped an overload from your systems.

The overload was brief but so intense it made your cooling fans stutter. Your valve gripped and clenched around him while drips of your lubricant leaked from around his spike and it made you mewl.

Looking into his optics like this was truly liberating. Having Starscream, ex-second in command of the Decepticon faction and now King of Cybertron pistoning into you at this angle completely made up for the lack of attention you received.

No mech had ever fragged you so passionately or efficiently as Starscream. Every experience with him was memorable for a lifetime. Your spark begged to be intertwined with his the more he touched you.

His wings began to flutter sporadically behind him and he bit down on his dermas when his overload breached. He made your ride out his overload with him by continuing to slam his hip-struts against yours.

His bright purple transfluid painted the spasming mesh walls of your valve. With how sensitive you were, you felt every spurt of his climax inside you. His optics were dimmed and his cooling fans were whirring loudly.

It caught you off guard when the mech began to leave a slew of kisses down your neck cabling. He was reluctant to remove his spike from you or put you down. The chamber to his spark slid open with a hiss and the bright blue orb made your optics widen.

"See I told you I'd make it up to you."

#transformers x reader #mtmte #transformers headcanon #transformers imagine #decepticons #valveplug #decepticons x reader #transformers smut #starscream #starscream x reader #skywarp #thundercracker #seeker trine

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decepticononline · 1 year

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!

#250 likes #tumblr milestone #thank you

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decepticononline · 1 year

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I’d love if you could do Vos x Fem reader NSFW head canons 🥰 (Maybe Fem reader could be the more dominant one?)

MTMTE! Vos X Femme Reader NSFW Headcanons

This relationship dynamic is certainly...interesting to say the least.

One minute the mech is threatening, screaming out insults and taunts in an ancient dialect then the next moment his helm is between your leg-struts and he's eating from your valve like he's starving.

The Vos you knew privately was much different than the Vos the other DJD members knew. This spitfire and hostile mech became completely submissive in berth.

Sure there were moments where his mech hormones would kick in and he'd take the reigns and pin you down but most of the time Vos was more than enthusiastic about letting you call the shots.

Wanted him laying down on the berth with his visor off and his faceplate looking like the perfect seat for your valve? He'd do it.

Needed the mech to roughly stroke off his spike until he overloaded just because you said to do it? He always would.

If you didn't give the mech any orders he would sit there looking like a lost turbo fox pup in need of assistance.

Outside of the berth Vos was just as terrifying as the other DJD members, that was the only time you conventionally took him seriously as he had a reputation to upkeep.

From the way his optics would dart over your frame in front of the others you just knew he'd rather be somewhere with his glossa deep in your valve doing exactly what you tell him to do rather than listening to one of Tarn's speeches.

If you let him Vos could sit there and spend several hours just doing glossa tricks on your anterior node. The mech had a thing for oral fixation.

During the day cycle he'd whisper things to you in a far more advanced version of his dialect that only you could understand.

The mech would tell you about how he loved how much control you had over his spike and exactly what he did with it.

You were always aware that before you and Vos were together that he'd share his femmes along with the rest of the DJD whether they were brothel workers, romantic partners, or unlucky and unwilling traitors/autobots.

So the day he shared you with the other DJD members (with your consent of course) made you realize just how special Vos was. For the first time in forever during interface, you felt alone, like a wounded prey in front of five enhanced predators, and that no one was going to help you. That while on the Peaceful Tyranny floating adrift throughout the galaxies no one would ever hear you scream.

#djd x reader #mtmte #transformers x reader #decepticons x reader #transformers smut #transformers imagine #transformers headcanon #valveplug #autobots #djd #decepticons #Tarn #transformers kaon #kaon x reader #vos x reader

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decepticononline · 1 year

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TFP! Soundwave x Human Female Reader

Summary: Reader has been Soundwave's human captive for a while and has learned he gives out his rewards in the best ways.

Warnings: Tendril sex, double penetration, praise kink, degrading behavior, and Soundwave being Soundwave of course.

You had to rub your eyes a few times just to make sure you weren't dreaming. Like you couldn't believe you'd actually done it, you've always been good with computers but not this damn good... The monitor screen lit up with a variety of different cybertronian letters, all forming a conversation between the autobot medic Ratchet and an autobot named 'Wheeljack' who you've never even heard of before.

You couldn't help but brandish the widest smile on your face as you were proud of your own work. Immediately you eyes darted over to the silent mech that was sitting at a much larger monitor beside you. He wasn't in mass displacement so the sizing between your field of vision and his, vastly differed. You cleared your throat and placed your fingertips on his servo. The comparison of his own servo to your hand never ceased to amaze you. Attached to each servo was a set of freakishly sharp claws or 'digits' as he referred to them. Just with your palm being on his servo you could feel the amount of heat his frame was letting off. Usually you would expect a metal surface to be cold but Soundwave was always surprisingly hot to the touch.

As if you were lost in a trance of comparing the size differences you looked up to notice the mech was staring at you. He hadn't said a word but it was obvious he wanted to know why you were touching him without permission.

"Hey, I t-think I found s-something." You stuttered out before clenching your fists.

You weren't much of a stutterer but Soundwave seemed to have this effect on you that always had you mentally spiraling and it was annoying. The mech tapped his digit on his own monitor and brought up what you were seeing onto his own screen. From there he silently scrolled through the scrambled cybertronian letters that seemed to form as a digital conversation between two autobots.

You couldn't read their language yet so you had no idea what it said but Soundwave seemed to be extremely interested in your findings.

"Well done." His voice came out as an actual robotic monotone speech.

Soundwave spoke very little but whenever he did speak it gave you goosebumps, as much as you strived for his approval there was always something that made you uncomfortable about his voice. Then again all of the decepticons you've come in contact with have all sounded completely horrifying. They all had a range of extremely deep octaves that never sounded human. Using a clawed digit the black and purple mech began to stroke the top of your head as if you were a pet and you couldn't help but let out a huff of satisfaction from the gesture.

If other humans had seen you like this they would call you crazy but you couldn't help but take pride in receiving any kind of affection from your 'owner'. This was just your own twisted way of making light out of a bad situation, like he hasn't murdered you yet and you're certainly not in as bad as a position as the human captive that is owned by Starscream so why not find a form of solace. And maybe you were crazy because you knew a job well done for this mech always led to a reward. The last reward that was given to you was Soundwave allowing you to actually go back out into public again.

It had actually been six months before you'd last been in public around other humans. You were only allotted two hours to roam and he was by your side within human holoform the entire time but you'd never forget how good the sun felt on your skin. Soundwave always kept his office darker than other areas on the nemesis so to get to be in such a well lit scene was actually euphoric. You'll never forget how you got to see the face of Soundwave's human holoform visually cringe upon hearing someone drive past the two of you blasting loud rap music. You tried so hard to hold in your laughter but the face he made left you feeling like you just heard the funniest joke of your life.

Still his human holoform was nothing like being around the actual Soundwave, especially a mass displaced Soundwave. Speaking of mass displacement you hadn't even noticed that he must have mass displaced in front of you because when you looked over at him he was now only 8-9 feet taller than you. The first time you saw him do this you felt like you were going to have a brain aneurysm because how could something so huge be able to make itself closer to your size. It took you a while to even mentally process a much smaller Soundwave.

Call it depravity or degeneracy but you knew when he was using his mass displacement module it was for one reason and one reason only... Yes the mech was silent and reserved majority of the time but he clearly still had his needs. He had no issues with indulging on those needs when it was time to reward you.

You bit your lip as a few impure memories resurfaced in your mind of all the previous times he decided to reward you and fulfill his own carnal desires at the same time. You heard a click to your right and noticed it was him remotely checking to see if the electronic sliding door to his habsuite was locked to avoid any interruptions. Soundwave then took a clawed digit parted your lips open, you were tempted to lightly bite him just to be playful but you knew all too well that human teeth against metal was a bad idea. The claw trailed down from your lips to tracing a line between your breasts and down your midsection. The more time you spent around cybertronians the more you learned they were just like humans.

Cybertronian mechs and human men were disturbingly completely alike. Knowing that Soundwave had needs just like any ordinary male made you feel like you were made of gold just to be the only one to be able to see him like this. Everyone else feared the silent mech and wasn't even sure if he was sentient or just a drone but you knew better. His visor peered down at you and you could feel what he was saying without him actually saying it.

As often as this happened you still let out a surprised shriek when you felt a tendril wrap around both of your legs and another around your arms. With a swift motion you were on your back and you shuddered from the tension the constricting tendrils were putting on you. His tendrils always reminded you of snakes from how tight they'd always squeeze you. The tendril restraining your arms pulled your arms above your head and the tendril around your legs was joined by a third one just to spread your legs apart. Soundwave never had to restrain you like this as you never had a problem with willingly offering yourself but you learned this was probably something he fancied during intimate moments like this, he was a decepticon after all meaning he probably had a kink for having all the control.

Another tendril distended from behind his chassis and the surprisingly sharp claspers of it made work of your shirt and pants. He never removed them normally and seemed to enjoy letting a tendril or his own claws slice your clothes open. It wasn't like you didn't wear the same various assortment of clothing all the time since these were given to you upon when they took you captive as they never let your bring any of your clothing with you.

The shirt you were wearing did hold some sentimental value to you as this was the shirt you picked up when he let you go out into the public. You were going to protest about the destruction of your shirt until a fourth tendril appeared and had slipped into your mouth. You never got over the odd taste of the rubbery appendage but you didn't protest while it moved like a snake against your tongue. He watched as it slowly thrusted back and forth in your mouth simulating the lewd act of fellatio just for him. You let out a loud gasp after the tendril emerged from your mouth with a loud pop and you could see the spit trail of saliva still clinging to it.

The appendage then moved down to your breasts and a whine came from your mouth after it began to tease your left nipple. You watched the nipple hardened and perked up from the touch before he moved to the right one. You've always had sensitive nipples and this was pleasurable for you but you hated how he paid attention to everything else other than your dripping wet cunt right now. For someone that barely spoke he sure liked to tease and deny you of what you really wanted.

"Soundwave please." You begged while bucking your hips up to show him where you really needed him.

"Soundwave please." He mocked you by using a recording of your own voice begging for him, this sick bastard.

He knew exactly what he was doing and the effect it had on you. Not wanting to get on his bad side you just laid there and let the tendril do as it pleased with your breasts. It felt like eons before the appendage finally slipped between your thighs and brushed gently across your clit. That motion sent a volt of pleasure through you and you threw your head back while the tendril began to deeply rub your small bundle of nerves in a circle.

If it wasn't for the small 'beep' noise you wouldn't have even know he started recording already. You looked up to his visor to see a red light in the corner and you huffed. You never knew for sure what he did with the footage but almost every time there was intimacy you noticed he would be recording everything happening.

You felt your breath hitch once the tendril slipped between your folds and thrusted tenderly against your walls. The lewd wet noises your hole made while the intruding appendage moved in and out only drove you crazy. The way the tapered head continued to rub against sensitive spot was going to make you scream as if the long line of moans and whines that came from your lips wasn't enough. And there he was just standing there, staring at you menacingly while he literally invaded your sex.

It wasn't like you didn't want this but holy shit did it always surprise you that Soundwave happened to be just as degenerate as you were. Your breath hitched when you felt the tendrils restraining your arms and legs squeeze even tighter, your captor always loved to mix your pleasure with pain.

The tendril that was deep between your folds abruptly pulled out and moved down further just to circle around the entrance to your puckered hole. Since the appendage was slickly coated with your own arousal the entry wasn't as harsh as it should have been and for that you were thankful. This transition left your cunt gaping and begging to be filled once more. As if on cue you heard the familiar hiss of his interface panel sliding off. Your eyes dropped down to the organ that was sitting erect from his frame.

You knew that cybertronians weren't entirely robotic on the inside and that they had their own versions of a squishy protoform anatomy within, yet it always surprised you to see something on Soundwave that wasn't entirely made of metal.

This member that he had once referred to as a 'spike' had an encasement that looked and felt as if it was a material similar to standard silicone. The shaft was a deep purple color that transcended into a bright lilac around his tip. The entire thing curved upward towards his chasis and unlike any human male the tip of his member was shaped with an aeroplane design that made you understand why it was called a spike. This 'spike' of his was about as thick as your wrist and almost as long as your forearm in terms of length.

You'd never say it out loud but you found his spike to actually be fucking beautiful to look at. The way it would erratically twitch while he watched as his tendrils made you a whimpering wet mess. With a swift movement he was down on his stabilizing struts in front of you and you felt the sudden urge to move backward as if something that weighed a thousand pounds just dropped to its knees between your legs.

While one of his tendrils was making work with your bottom anatomy you could feel the heat emanating from his spike against your folds. You knew he was going take his agonizingly slow time with you as Soundwave seemed to be the one that liked to savor his sexual experiences.

His spike was two times as thick as his tendril and the sudden stretch brought out a choked moan from you. The thrusts of his pelvis against your own were much slower than the erratic thrusting of your tendril in your nether-regions. Finding out that male cybertronians got their pleasure the same way human men did from thrusting or pounding into something with their spike always intrigued you.

Being stuffed full like this felt entirely degrading but you'd be a liar if you said you didn't enjoy how utterly pleasurable it felt to have both your holes filled. You just knew you sounded like a total slut with all your pleas and whining but you didn't care, this was your reward after all. Soundwave was eerily silent during this ordeal and the only thing different from this and his silent disposition earlier was how heavy he was venting.

His venting never became this heavy and audible to you unless he was spike deep in your pussy and you just knew that meant he was enjoying this just as much as you were. You were interrupted from your own scrambled thoughts when you felt a knot in your belly forming as the beginning of a long and drawn out orgasm.

Your climax hit you in waves as a stream of pained cries of pleasure fell from your lips while you felt your walls clench down firmly around Soundwave's spike. It felt like your cunt was strangling him, completely choking him, desperate to milk him for every drop of transfluid that he was going to give you.

You felt spurts of the hot liquid of his esctasy seep inside you before he pulled out and was followed by thick ropes of the hot pink liquid being jetted out from his tip and onto your stomach. The thrusting tendril below you seized it's movement and pulled out as well while you watched Soundwave's spike twitch and disperse a few more shots of his climax onto you.

if you were being totally honest you thought it was utterly hot to watch him come all over you like that as if he knew he was treating you like the whore that you both knew you were.

The mech said nothing while coming down from the high of his intense overload. He truly didn't have to say a word to you knew he was satisfied. The grip the tendrils had around your arms and legs loosened until they finally released you.

The heavy bruising left behind by the appendages was just something you had gotten used to and maybe even perhaps enjoyed being able to show others just exactly who you belonged to. The soreness of both your holes were only just a physical reminder of just how much you loved this mech's approval and rewards that came with it.

#transformers x reader #decepticons x reader #tfp x reader #tfp soundwave #transformers imagine #transformers headcanon #decepticons #valveplug #transformers smut #soundwave

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decepticononline · 1 year

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Foxy gilf kup😩 cockwarming? 👀

IDW! Kup x Femme Reader

"And what does he think he's yackin' about now?"

Kup scoffed loudly and changed the frequency on the hologram screen. Listening to Rodimus talk in circles to avoid the heat of his latest scandal wasn't at all what he considered entertainment.

"Miss the good ole days when the primes weren't soft little valves like this idiot."

The sound of his husky voice sent tingles down your backstrut. Kup acting and speaking to you normally while this was happening left you speechless and dazed.

Every time you tried to engage in a conversation with him you could feel a moan waiting to rise from the back of your vocal box. The mesh walls of your valve squeezed and gripped his depressurized spike for dear life.

"You alright there darlin'?"

The heat from his chassis pressing up against your backstrut was making your entire frame shudder. You didn't have to look back to know that the older mech had a smug look on his faceplate. You ignored his comment and leaned back further into his frame and you could feel dribbles of his transfluid begin to seep out of you.

You looked down and the sight of his transfluid covered spike hilted deep inside your valve made you whine and dig your sharp digits further into his frame. The mech seemed to like that and let out a deep chuckle. He leaned back into the lounging berth and watched you writhe with satisfaction.

"My spike's that fraggin' good huh? Still got ya wiggling like a little whore."

Kup took his servo off the hologram-screen controller panel and brought it down to let his digits toy with your anterior node. You threw your helm back onto his chassis while he rubbed rough deep circles around your sensitive bundle.

A long string of moans, curses, and pleas were followed by the clenching of your walls signaling another approaching overload.

"Come on, I know you can do it."

Your valve was already incredibly sensitive from the previous overloads the mech gave you and Kup coaxing your frame to do one more was just insanity. Feeling your backstrut beginning to arch from the pleasure you bit down on your lower derma.

With optics flickering, cooling fans whirring, and processors hazed, you felt a series of tight forceful clenches and spasms of your walls alerting you that you were experiencing another intense overload. Your thick clear fluid quelched from around his spike and Kup exhausted a groan of approval.

"See, I knew you could do it."

#mtmte #transformers x reader #kup #autobots #idw #transformers headcanon #transformers imagine #transformers #transformers smut #valveplug

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Anything u got for Kaon?👀 maybe nsfw x reader Kinks you desire your highness

MTMTE! Kaon x Reader NSFW Headcanons (Gender Neutral)

Let's start off by mentioning that this is more than likely not a healthy relationship. Kaon is a DJD member and he'll act as such. So expect a Master/Pet situation going on.

This mech is unbelievably touchy. Expect him to use the excuse of his blindness to feel all over you whenever he wants.

He's definitely into voyeurism and likes to watch the other DJD members interface with you.

He'll wait until all of the other mechs have had either overloaded inside or on you and then he'll have his turn.

Even though he likes to share doesn't mean this mech doesn't get overly possessive with you. If he's particularly in a bad mood or arguing with the other DJD members he'll lock you in his hab suite just so they can't get any of your attention.

At first, The Pet loathes you due to the amount of affection and attention you steal from them but once you start playing with them they'll calm down.

He will absolutely make you wear a collar with a purple Decepticon emblem on it.

He'll use his electric coils to get your attention often, just a tiny zap that is noticeable enough to make you look at him. He also just does it cause he thinks it's funny or feels like he needs to scold you if you're doing something wrong.

His favorite position to give you his spike in is usually you bent over anything he can bend you over. Whether it be tables, chairs, or other DJD members.

He knows gore makes you uncomfortable and will gladly harass you with it. He gets off on how innocent you are to the things he's done to other people. He doesn't have to see your face to know when you're uncomfortable. So expect him to arrive back to the Peaceful Tyranny after a successful mission covered in fluid/blood.

He surprisingly likes to cuddle.

Even though you're degraded on a daily basis expect to be spoiled rotten. (If you behave.)

Kaon does like you and enjoys your company but remember your place, you only still exist because he's letting you.

TLDR; dating Kaon is basically dating the entire DJD, this works for all of them too.

#transformers kaon #kaon x reader #djd x reader #djd #mtmte #transformers imagine #transformers headcanon #transformers x reader #transformers #xreaded #decepticons x reader #decepticons

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decepticononline · 1 year

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Not a request but I LOVE writing style! That’s some good shit right there!

Awww thank you 😭

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ROTB! Optimus Primal X Human Female Reader

A/N: Was working on another request and the ROTB trailer dropped and I'm so insanely down bad for this man that I had to make this. I know the movie hasn't come out yet but let's just use context clues and pure horny to work this out. This will take place in the late 80s since the movie does.

Warnings: cunnilingus, hair pulling, overstimulation, vaginal sex, feral behavior, breeding kink, doggystyle, dubious consent, a bit of murder and gore of course.

Summary: Everything is peaceful on the military base until Optimus introduces the Maximals as new allies.

(This chapter is kinda long but completely worth it because I intend for this to be rather nasty and unhinged).

"There we go Cadet!"

You wiped the sweat from your brow before turning around to look at your superior in irritation. This base was staffed with two hundred military personnel but when it came time to do housekeeping work on the base rarely anyone ever volunteered so you and five other cadets got selected for it.

It was currently your job to hang up banners that were written in English accompanied with a cybertronian translation to direct the bots when and where they could use mass displacement, get energon and see a medic.

"Is it even?" You questioned the Cadet below you that happened to be Ellie, literally the only person you trusted on this god-forsaken base.

Ellie gave you a thumbs up which permitted you to come back down from the latter.

"Why are we hanging this shit up again? We already have enough of these signs."

Her red eyebrows were furrowed up in confusion and it was obvious you weren't the only one feeling overworked.

"Sergeant Kay says that Optimus will be bringing new allies this evening. And Mirage accidentally pulled down the other signs trying parkour." It sucked how it was always up to you to clean up someone else's mess.

You immediately took a long sip from your canteen after answering her question. It's October but the base hasn't yet regulated how much heat to put out to combat the cold weather, so outside the base was 50 degrees and inside it was almost 80. This was the only time your base allowed everyone to wear normal clothes instead of their uniforms.

"Okay I'm done here. Going to go hit the showers and then get ready for the event later."

"Watch out for Aiden!" Ellie laughed before taking the tape roll from you.

You visibly cringed when she said that and rolled your eyes. You absolutely loathed Aiden. The guy was a massive weirdo who has been trying to sleep with you since high school. Just last week you reported him for harassment after he blocked you from exiting a hallway to try to take you on a date. Ellie handed you the box cutter and the marker in case you needed it when you completed your inventory shift later. After she playfully saluted you goodbye, you walked off to the shower room before drying off and heading back to your room.

It didn't take you long to find out what you wanted to wear, so you packed your essentials in your purse after doing your makeup, hair and putting on your dress. You debated on wearing heels but wore them anyway because they did go with your outfit. You left out and took your normal route out of the main facility through the halls to the ceremony room.

You joined a group of soldiers who were all wearing formal wear and entered with the crowd. The room looked the same as it always looked every day except for the Autobots lounging on the other side of it. The ceremony room was an old hangar so it gave them all the room they needed to walk around freely without needing to use mass displacement.

You had already missed the highlights of the welcoming of the new military recruits but with how everyone was standing around Optimus you assumed he was going to give a speech. You joined the crowd and noticed Aiden was staring at you from the corner. You simply smiled and shot your middle finger up at him and turned to Optimus.

"Autobots…Humans… We have had such a profound alliance with one another. I have saved lives with many of the people within this room regardless of species-"

You basically tuned him out after that part since it had ideally nothing you do with you, you weren't a soldier, you were simply a cadet. You've never even stepped foot on the battlefield so you weren't going to listen to praises that didn't belong to you. You looked over to your left to see if Aiden was still staring and he definitely was, he always just had this blank empty look on his face.

You sighed once you noticed the Hangar doors were slowly beginning to open and started paying attention.

"-I humbly invite the Maximals to join our alliance and work with us on our journey of equality for all sentient species."

The door slid completely open and your jaw dropped. They were giant cybertronian….animals? You looked over to Optimus to see if this was a joke as did everyone else before the animals actually transformed into full fledged cybertronians too.

"Their designations are Cheetor, Rhinox, Rattrap, TigerHawk, and… Optimus Primal. We both share the same name due to our lineage within leadership."

Your eyes darted between the five mechs before you noticed the one in the middle was practically scanning the room. He had a face similar to Optimus along with his size but he certainly didn't look as friendly as him. The mech was a very faded dull colored silver and had prominent green optics that darted all over the room. It was clear that this one had been the cybertronian version of some kind of feral looking gorilla.

His optics looked around until the lime-green orbs stopped in your direction. You weren't sure if he was actually staring at you or just looking within your general area and it was making you uncomfortable. He had some kind of padded felt or synthetic fur draped around his shoulder plates.

"You may all refer to me as Primal. There is one Optimus already here."

You watched as the entire group of Maximals entered the hangar and the other humans were noticeably uncomfortable. It was clear that none of you were happy to see the addition of new even more dangerous looking cybertronians on base. The next two hours of the ceremony were the most difficult with Aiden being sat at two tables behind you and sneaking glares while you noticed every now and again a pair of green optics would be looking in your direction. You actually kept taking your makeup mirror out of your bag to see if you had something on your face because you were utterly confused.

The worst part is Optimus Primal didn't have any of the warm and inviting energy Optimus Prime had. The occasional growls from him along with the jingle of the chain hanging from his chassis that appeared to be attached to an incredibly sharp spear did nothing to make you feel better about his presence. You were trying not to stare but it looked like he had no interest in socializing with the other maximals, autobots, or humans. He just stood off in the corner analyzing everyone, especially you.

You'd be a liar to say that it wasn't giving you the feeling that you were intruding upon his territory. As if he was some kind of predator in a jungle and everyone else was his unsuspecting prey. You looked around the room to see if anyone else felt weird and immediately sighed when you realized it was only you. He didn't even look like he wanted to be here and it made you think that Optimus Prime had asked him to show up.

You were tired and just wanted to go home at this point so you told your superior that you were feeling ill and wanted to leave early. The indoor route to the main facility housing was closed off for cleaning and you didn't want to wait so you bit the bullet and decided it was best to take the outside route.

You were just thankful you managed to stash a hoodie in your purse before you left your room just in case. It didn't take long for you to begin to hear someone else's footsteps behind you and you became nervous. You stopped in your tracks and turned around to see Aiden's signature unbothered blank expression.

It was hard to ignore the feeling of your stomach sinking when you understood the amount of danger that you were in.

"Need help?" You asked, trying to sound like he didn't scare you.

He dropped his serious look before letting out a laugh.

"No…. Just thought you'd want someone to walk you to your room. Gotta be careful, there's a shit ton of wild animals out here…"

"Aiden, I can handle myself. Just go back to the stupid ceremony." You turned on your heel and began walking just to hear the sound of his footsteps behind you once again. You slowly reached into your bag and grabbed the box cutter that Ellie had given to you earlier and you squeezed it in your hand. You weren't a fighter but you damn sure weren't a victim either.

He put his hand firmly down onto your shoulder and with an instant you turned around and let the box cutter connect with his face. The long slash of red seemed to grow while he winced in pain and grabbed his face with both of his hands. You were going to turn and run before a spear lodged itself directly within the middle of his head. The sharp weapon came from behind him and now sat planted and looking like a divider between both sides of his face.

The popping and gurgling sound he made while thick lines of blood began to pour from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears made you want to drop to your knees. But before you could do that the spear retracted following the long chain it was attached to. With that as it was the only thing holding Aiden's head together, both halves of his face slid apart and his body hit the floor. His entire head had been split into two and you could how clean the cut was right down the middle. There was a loud animalistic roar within the background signaling a victory.

You couldn't even bring yourself to look at the scene before you. Nor did you bother to look up when heavy cybertronian footsteps approached you.

"I guess he did need help."

The voice sounded much closer to your own height than usual and you looked up and had to catch your breath. Mass displacement... Of course they gave him a module for it. His bright green optics were now only just two feet above your head rather than just ten.

"Do you want me to say thank you or something?" Your voice had a hint of annoyance and fear with it. If anything all you wanted to do was leave.

"Actually, I should be surrendering my gratitude to you instead… I was disinterested in the ceremony and I needed something to hunt."

The glint of the blood-stained spearhead caught your attention and you winced. This new Optimus was nothing like the one you've been accustomed to. Your eyes trailed from the spear to the mech's chassis which was certainly much bulkier than the other cybertronians. His broad shoulder plating with the synthetic fur draped over him made him look more like a warrior than a soldier. With him in mass displacement you could see far more details on his frame than before. While further analyzing him you felt a familiar tingle between your legs.

You were paused from your thoughts when you noticed the mech sniffing the air around him. You looked around with confusion trying to smell what he did but to no avail. After he stopped sniffing the air a long drawn out animalistic growl fell from behind his face guard.

"You're in heat."

"I'm in what-"

The motion of you being yanked down by your hair onto the gravel face down was too fast for you to even yelp. You immediately turned your head to the side so you could breathe but that didn't help with the weight of a mass displaced cybertronian pressed against you.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

He seemed not to like the language you used against him because he pressed your face down even harder.

"I can smell your arousal. You're in heat and you wish to breed."

You were confused until it hit you, you were definitely ovulating this week and you'd be lying if you didn't say that you felt something while looking over his frame.

"Hey! Listen big guy you're confu-" You felt the lower half of your dress being torn off and you could feel the chilly wind against your thighs. The straps of your underwear snapped like a thin string under the pressure of his digits.

"You allowed me to terminate the undeserving male so that we may engage."

"YOU killed him for no reas-"

Your brain went fuzzy as you felt the forceful lick of his glossa between your folds. The slickness of his saliva felt like warm thick honey when it came into contact with your core. You couldn't believe how good it felt just to have his cybertronian version of a tongue slowly lap at your cunt. You could tell he was trying to focus most of the pressure around the small bundle of nerves above your entrance. You can only imagine that female cybertronians must have the same anatomy that you did for him to know what to do.

He let out an encouraging growl when you arched your rear end up further into his faceplate to give him more access. This was all moving so fast for you that you no longer cared that your face was being pressed hard on its side into the gravel nor about Aiden's semi-decapitated corpse only a few feet away.

All that mattered to you at the moment was the onslaught of deliberately slow licks you were receiving at your core. You ended up letting a whine escape your lips when you felt his thick glossa slide inside you. His glossa twisted and curled within your tight walls so much you were absolutely sure you were close. After he starts thrusting his glossa into you, your own body catches you by surprise and you feel yourself clenching roughly around him.

He made you ride out your own orgasm with his glossa still in your hole. Even after your little climax had subsided he was still devouring you from behind and pulling moans and whimpers from your lips in the process. He clearly had no intentions on stopping any time soon as he just continued to glossa fuck you into an orgasm over and over at least three more times. You could feel the hot vents of his mouth getting heavier the more he lapped at you.

Every time you came he didn't even bother to move his mouth which gave you the impression that he was just swallowing your slickness down his intake like he was starving. What really set it off was the way the base of his faceplate was rubbing against your clit in a way that made you scream. When his mouth finally parted from between your legs it felt like he had been down there for ages.

Your legs already wobbled and felt like jelly when the mech hadn't even 'bred' you yet. The cold air against your overly sensitive cunt was making you buck your hips in hopes that the warmth of his pelvis against yours would happen soon. You heard a loud click behind you along with a thud which was his interface panel being taken off and thrown to the grown beside you.

You moaned out loudly when you felt the warm and thick head of his spike nudge between your folds. He then let out a threatening hiss as he felt his tip split you wide open. The pain of your walls stretching to accommodate him was a serious one but your cunt was so overstimulated and wet from him swallowing you down that the pain was already fading as fast as it came.

It didn't take long for him to hilt himself totally inside you and it was obvious he was holding himself back from completely destroying you. The grip he had on your hair and how hard he was tugging it, told you that you were going to have a headache for the next couple of days.

"Fuck."

Him saying a curse within human language under his heavy vents took you by surprise. You yelped out when you felt his first brutal thrust that seemed to make your legs sway like thin trees on your knees. Then the second thrust came, along with the third, fourth, fifth, and so on. He did not start easy on you but then again you didn't expect him to.

The sound of his metallic pelvis slapping against your flesh ass made you wince as you could already feel the stinging sensation of bruises forming. His thick member felt like it aimed to do nothing but conquer your spasming walls with the way it was shaped. His spike felt like it was shaped in a way that it was curved upward and towards his tip, it had a pronounced swell that made a delicious popping noise every time he pulled it back out.

On top of his groans, growls, and hisses of pleasure he whispered something to you in cybertronian that you didn't understand so you just ignored it. There was nothing you could do but hold your position in front of him and just take whatever he was giving to you. You weren't even going to complain about it because you were just so drunk on the pleasure that there was no hostility towards him for using you like this.

"Please….please I'm so close." Once again he brought you back to the point that you were whining like a bitch in heat just begging for him to keep fucking you. His servo's grip around your hair tightened and your breaths got hitched into your throat while he began slamming into you. Your eyes rolled back and choked pleas and curses fell from your lips.

The feeling of his thick sex organ just unrelentlessly rutting into you from behind and your hair being pulled hard was just enough to make you tear up. Your next orgasm came so quick while you felt him halt and seize up behind you and he let out a deafening roar. Thick spurts of his hot transfluid painted the insides of your walls and it only made you come harder.

He stayed buried in you while his overload ran its course and allowed you to milk every drop of transfluid he had in his system to give you. Your body shivered when you could feel his climax spill out and leak down your thighs. He waited until he finished shooting his entire load to pull out of you and let your body slump onto the cold gravel. Your breathing was just as heavy as his venting and you both felt physically overexerted.

You tried to stand up before collapsing back down after your own legs gave out. You were going to yell at him before you looked in the distance and saw that the ceremony was over and everyone was leaving.

"Primal how the fuck am I going to explain this?" You gestured to your lower half.

"Actually, how the fuck are you going to explain that." He remarked before pointing a digit at Aiden's corpse. And once again you were left to clean up someone else's mess.

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MTMTE! Megatron x Femme Reader

Warnings: toxic, not a healthy relationship at all, Dom/Sub, hate sex, pet play, choking, spanking, vaginal sex, war crimes, sexual intimidation, the autobot symbol on his chest hasn't changed shit.

Summary: The reader has an unhealthy obsession with Megsy

Requested by: Too many people to tag.

You were a therapist on the Lost Light, but you definitely weren't an ambassador. It wasn't your job to make sure the Decepticons aboard feel welcome, nonetheless Megatron. If you could press a tiny red button and kill every Decepticon while simultaneously taking your own life you would do it. That's how much you hated them. You are far too young to even fight in the war but you still felt the woes and damage of it.

Every con on the ship should be thankful that you weren't a mech because you'd strip the very metal attached to their structures off, and no-one would be able to stop you or contain your rage. You'd save Megatron for last honestly just to kill him off even slower than the rest to make sure he felt it.

So it did nothing but piss you off when Ultra Magnus suggested that Ex-Lord Megatron's therapy sessions were being switched from Rung and over to you. You spent at least three earth hours cycling through all the information you had on him within your datapads and compiling it. All his war crimes, rapes, murders, and any other violent transgressions he committed or incited against Cybertron and its population.

Many of your testimonials and excerpts were interviews with victims or just plain confessions from the mech himself. The things he confessed to having taken part in or witnessed never failed to make you feel like you needed to purge your tank. When you finished putting everything together you forwarded all your data to Rung, Ultra Magnus, and Rodimus Prime and told all three that you were uncomfortable you even threatened to resign and revoke your status from the ship.

The only mech that paid you any mind about this was Rung. After having a conversation with him through the comms he expressed to you that he didn't believe it was sane for them to assign a femme therapist to Megatron. As concerned and upset about this situation as he was he made sure to break it to you that there was nothing he could do especially since Megatron's sessions would begin the very next cycle.

You ended up waking up from stasis that next cycle and you decided you were going to brace it helm-on. You were going to perform your duties and show everyone else that you weren't afraid of him. While you weren't scared you just hated the very sin of his protoform and wished you could push your sharp digits directly into his red optics and penetrate them. There was no way you were going to lie and act as if you've never fantasized about murdering him before, not after everything he's done, and no one can blame you for that either.

Your first session with the mech drained you horribly of your own sanity, the mind games he played with you made you feel like your processors were spiraling. Rung had warned you about this, but even then nothing could prepare you for the actual games themselves.

Megatron had sat before you explained to you that he was focused on rehabilitating himself and looking to repent, while he said that you could see in his optics that clearly wasn't true but you still had to type it down into your datapad. Everyone else on the ship had seen a new reformed version of the ex-warlord but only you and Rung could spot the differences that screamed that this was all a facade. This was still the same Megatron that murdered thousands when he sieged Iacon, his faction changed but not his processors.

Just from sitting down with him in a sectioned off habsuite where you usually did your sessions made you feel uneasy. There were monitors processing a recording of his therapy session but that didn't make you feel any better at all. With every question he answered the more you just began to have the graphic images of the atrocities of his crimes play within your processors.

"There's nothing I want more at the moment than to feel like I'm forgiven by everyone."

You felt yourself glitch when he said that. His mannerisms already expressed to you that he could care less about forgiveness. If you had to make a hypothesis your idea would be he's bored and tired of fighting on the opposition. He's getting old and he can't keep doing this, he's probably decided that it just isn't fun anymore since Optimus Prime has been MIA.

When the session concluded it felt like you could actually vent clearly again. He gave you a farewell and leaned down and brought your servo to his dermas for a kiss of his gratitude for helping him on the road to becoming a better version of himself. The fact he felt like he could just do that without permission infuriated you and he gave you a fanged smile as if he knew he struck a nerve wire with that gesture.

The next five sessions he spent trying to reel you in and make you feel comfortable around him. He asked you questions about what you did when you weren't giving therapy sessions or what you would like to do when Cybertron was rebuilt. You answered every question of his with incredibly vague responses. He seemed to think it was funny that you didn't like to reveal much information about yourself.

"I don't believe it's all that fair if you know every little thing about me but I just can't take a peek in on what you're thinking in that pretty little helm of yours, am I right?"

Of course he's right, he's always right. You opened up that you'd never met your actual creator or sire due to them being offline while fighting against a 'con led attack on an Autobot safe haven. He immediately apologized about the damages and asked you if you'd like to talk about it and you declined. Why should you have to lift his ego up and remind him of the things he's done? So he can go to his quarters and overload to it? No, you're not giving any ego strokes to anyone this cycle.

The next sessions after that he spent time breaking you down even further. The tenth session was the one you had to miss due to spending the entire day cycle in your quarters going over your data archives about him. That's when you both knew that he was winning this game and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it.

You showed up to the next session functioning only on a few klicks of stasis and it was showing. He told you that your optics were dimmer than the beautiful blue hue they always were and asked if you were recharging well at night. You politely informed him that you were, considering the antics going on aboard the ship but you both knew that was a lie.

He asked for the session to be concluded early as he had a meeting with Ultra Magnus and Rodimus about what they were going to do with a few rogue decepticon prisoners they recently found at an autobot owned arsenal on the last planet they docked at. Knowing that today's session was ending early gave you the motivation you needed to deal with his mind games until the time was up.

That night you got a comm message from Rodimus explaining that both Decepticon prisoners became violent and unruly upon seeing Megatron and the mech ended up executing both of them. It wasn't like you to hate a blessing in disguise as that's two less cons around but their ex-leader still walked the halls of the ship unsupervised.

If there was anything you could do to prevent the situation you were in now you would have done it a long time ago, you could've; turned in your e-license, terminated your Lost Light ID Chip, and just escaped off to the next planet, just anything to avoid it getting to this point. After your twentieth session with Megatron, he had officially won this game you two were playing. You started to smile at him when he would give you compliments, even laugh at some of his jokes. You even spent time with him outside of sessions amongst the ship to the dismay of everyone else.

You had a polite conversation with him at the energon dispenser in the lounge room in front of the other crew members and they all looked in awe and shock. Rung had pulled you to the side later that day cycle to ask if everything was alright and you simply smiled widely and told him that Megatron's therapy sessions were going great. The mech looked at you with concern but decided not to question you any further.

After all that, here you finally were now, down on your knee plates facing the far end corner of the metal wall. You had a pair of stasis cuffs around your servos as you sat there quietly. You were on timeout of course, a punishment he decided was fit for you since you wanted to misbehave today. There was a heated conversation today between you two about the 'Overlord' situation at hand and you got frustrated and walked off only to be yanked back by him immediately and yelled at in front of everyone.

You should have expected this would have been the consequence considering the size difference between you two. There was no way you were just going to walk off from him without his immediate reaction. Even if you would have ran he would have caught up to you with a mere stride.

The stasis cuffs were tightened so tightly to the point they felt like they were restricting your energon flow. He sat in a chair beside you speaking diligently to Ultra Magnus through a comm transmission. He was expressing his concerns about the Phase Sixer problem as well as the issue of the DJD possibly lurking around in pursuit of Overlord. He told you to sit there quietly and he'd deal with you after he dealt with Ultra Magnus.

You heard them both bid each other a good evening and felt your vents start to get heavier as you awaited your persecution.

"Was there a reason for you to behave in such a way earlier?"

You shook your helm 'no' and froze when you heard him growl.

"I'd like you to use your words."

"No."

You heard the familiar sequence of sounds from his interface panel releasing and then dropping to the floor.

"Turn around."

You turned around to face him and the look of disappointment on his faceplate made you whimper. You hated when he was upset like this. You felt like any sudden movement and he could hurt you like he's done to many others before you. Your optics looked down to his pressurized spike and you winced.

"I'm s-sorry."

"Show me then."

With your servos still restrained behind your back-strut you moved forward on your knee plates to him and opened up your oral receptor just to slide your glossa along his length. His spike twitched and you continued to use your glossa to swirl circles along it before taking him in and bobbing your helm up and down slowly. You kept the pace simple in case he decided to instruct you to do something else.

You've done this so many times for him, consensual or not, that you've learned just exactly what he enjoys. You paused for a moment just to let your fanged denta graze gently along his spike. You then nibbled down just enough to cause him to groan.

You felt his servo grab the back of your helm and urge you to take more of his length in and you did. The slick of your oral receptor's lubrication mixed with the taste of his pre-overload made you purr. Sitting still in front of him while doing this was beginning to become a challenge, as your interface panel heated up and your leg as struts shuddered with anticipation.

He was never gentle with you but you've come to appreciate his roughness and the way he treated you like an interface toy. Whenever he used your valve during one of his moods it was clear you were going to need to call out from therapy sessions the next cycle. You weren't going to drop your panel unless he gave you permission to so for now you've decided to suffer with the intense heat.

"Not that you're not doing a delightful job here, but I'd like to take the reigns for a moment."

You raised an optics ridge before he pushed your helm down further onto him until your faceplate became flush with his frame. He held you in place with a firm enough grip to give you a helm-ache before lifting himself up to thrust roughly into your oral receptor. With every thrust, your faceplate painfully slammed against his frame and you just knew your muffled groans sounded pathetic. However, pathetic was just exactly what he liked, he broke you down so easily from his enemy to his frag toy.

You fell over backwards when he finally let go of you and yelped. The walls on this ship weren't particularly thin but it's certainly possible at least a few people heard you make that noise. It wouldn't be anything they haven't already heard from the previous times you've gotten noisy while pinned beneath him. He yanked you up by your shoulder-plates just to politely motion for you to get on top of the metal table beside you.

Megatron had a habit of interfacing you on anything that was available, he's used you against doors, tables, your own therapy session desk, an energon dispenser, and just anything that gave him easy access to your frame. While you were on the table you felt his servo close around your neck cabling and your venting intake halted with a whirr.

Your optics flickered signaling you needed to vent and he only squeezed harder. You were waiting for him to tell you to drop your interface panel but he stripped it off your frame anyways.

You would have let your servos wrap around his own to tell him you needed desperately to vent but they were restrained underneath your back-strut by the stasis cuffs. You gave him a concerned look and only then did he slightly ease the pressure around your neck cabling, it was just enough for you to vent but not comfortably.

He never warned you before he pushed his spike into your valve and your reaction was always the same whine. You were just grateful this time you were actually slick enough and well lubricated so he didn't tear your walls open. His thrusts were unwavering as you laid there and just occasionally let your hip struts meet his for more friction against your outer node.

When you felt like you were getting close to an overload you dug your claws into your back-strut enough to draw fluid to let the pain overcome the pleasure. This was a punishment and you knew the rules for punishments, you weren't allowed to overload, you were only to just accept whatever fragging he was going to give you no matter how forceful it was.

"You just never learn, do you? I'm beginning to think you like to see me angry."

You felt a sharp pain when his free servo came in contact with the left side of your aft.

"- I just knew you were mine to take when I first met you. I could see how broken and lonely you were."

Your frame arched when you got close enough to overloading and another sharp sting hit.

"...You're so young and already so damaged."

The grip on your neck cabling got tighter and his thrusting gained a more intense rhythm.

"You're the only one I've ever met who could see the darkness and fire within my optics and wanted to play with it. And you just play with it so well don't you?"

You couldn't help but give him a smile and let out a choked giggle. He was always right, wasn't he?

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MTMTE! Perceptor x Human Female Reader

Summary: The reader has a final exam for physics tomorrow and of course, Perceptor is there to be her tutor.

Warnings: Rough, lots of teasing, hickeys, squirting, creampie overstimulation, established relationship, Perceptor is in love, and physics topics.

Requested by: PineappleGalore001

"Greetings Perceptor…Greetings Human Liaison #487-28."

Neither you nor Perceptor said anything to the larger mech and a heavy silence filled the laboratory. Your eyes looked up from your laptop and you bit your lip to keep from laughing at the awkwardness.

"I'm here to retrieve my datapad for lab work. I hope I'm not interrupting anything again."

Perceptor cleared his vocal box before continuing to read off of your laptop unbothered. "Question eight, How do you define a vector quantity? This is an easy one."

You had to turn your head over from the door after Brainstorm grabbed his datapad and exited because you knew you were going to laugh. Ever since Brainstorm entered the lab unannounced that one time to you and Perceptor during a heated kiss, the air between everyone has been nothing short of hostile.

It wasn't like you two were caught in the act or anything but it was obviously a pretty deep kiss with how far the mech's glossa was in your mouth.

After the metal door closed with a click you turned to look at the mech beside you and let out your laughter.

"You're so mean to him!" You said in between breaths.

Being able to witness moments like that when the mechs were in mass displacement and down to your size really showed you just how human they can be with their own petty behavior.

"Pay attention. How do you define a vector quantity?"

"Okay! I'm sorry. It's a quantity that has both magnitude and direction." You watched as the mech shook his helm and scoffed at you

"Correct. Now on to question nine, how do you-"

You interrupted him by leaning over and wheezing completely out of breath. You weren't sure if you just hated physics and wanted a distraction or if this situation was truly just that funny.

"I'm sorry." You managed before falling into another fit of giggles.

"Your immaturity speaks volumes."

"Then I guess you must really like immaturity."

"...I guess I do." He huffed out.

Perceptor leaned downwards within your direction looking like he wanted a kiss and you leaned in only for him to back out of it.

"Maybe you would have actually got one if you paid attention."

"Wait! Okay, really I'm sorry. I'll behave, I swear!"

His warm servo cupped your cheek and this time he actually gave you a kiss. Sure you had to lean into it more because of the height difference but feeling the warmth of his dermas against your lips was all the motivation that you needed.

"This method of studying isn't sufficient enough to help you prepare. We need something different."

You were going to tell him this time you were going to try much harder to pay attention but he held up a digit to stop you.

"- I'm speaking, let me finish…We're going to try a different method of helping you study. You're going to read the question out loud and give me the answer. My job will be to help you pay attention. Start at question nine."

You raised an eyebrow at him but obliged. He didn't have the hint of anything mischievous on his faceplate but you weren't always so sure with the mech.

"Question nine, how do you define a scalar quantity? A scalar quantity is a-"

Your breath hitched when you felt the touch of kisses from his dermas going down the side of your neck. Your eyes widened and you looked at him with confusion. He paused and raised an optic ridge at you.

"A scalar quantity is a what?"

He figured you hadn't caught on yet and rolled his blue optics.

"If you stop, then I stop. Got it?"

You nodded and looked back at the computer.

"...A scalar quantity is a value of magnitude without direction."

"Correct. Continue."

You felt his denta gently nip at your neck and you almost melted in your seat. You wondered how on earth was this supposed to help you study, because you could barely focus on the laptop.

"Question ten, what is the name of Isaac Newton's three important laws? They're the laws of motion."

You figured you were correct when you felt the placement of his servos helping your shirt up and over your head. You unclasped your bra and moaned when his dermas returned their trail of kisses to your breasts. His glossa slipped out and began to lap at your left nipple while you struggled to read the next question.

"..Question eleven... Upon what two factors is the amount of kinetic energy of an object dependent? It's-"

You whimpered when he turned his attention to your other nipple and made you writhe in your chair.

"-Mass and acceleration."

He halted his movements and his optics met your eyes.

"Incorrect."

You felt the presence of his servos leave your body and you gasped loudly.

"Wait! It's mass and velocity I meant."

You mentally slapped yourself when you realized you said the wrong answer but you couldn't help it, Perceptor was literally distracting you in the worst way possible.

"Is that your final answer?"

"Yes it's-"

He went back to fondling one of your breasts with his servo and using his other to guide you to take off your pants. The rest of your clothing was tossed aside with ease and not once did he take his optics off you.

"Continue."

"Question twelve, What is the force that allows an object submerged in fluid to rise to the top of a container? Buoyant force."

"Good girl."

You felt him whisper that in your ear and you actually moaned out like a slut just because he said that. His servos wrapped tightly around your waist before he lifted you from your chair and sat you down on the floor. You would have much prefered to be on his berth but you weren't going to complain.

At least the floor wasn't cold since you asked him to turn up the temperature. And you knew it was clean because it was your job as a lab assistant to clean the floor. You were going to lay on your back before he pushed you down against the floor himself.

While he was standing in front of you he grabbed your laptop and positioned it down next to you so you could see it easily.

"You're not done yet. You're on question thirteen."

"Question thirteen says-"

You bit your lip in anticipation when you heard the hiss of his interface panel sliding back, he put the black panel on the other side of the table then got down on his knee plates and paid attention to your dripping slit.

"What is the SI unit of heat? It's Joules."

Feeling the heat from his thick black spike when he sat it on your clit was enough to make you throw your head back.

"Look. No, not at your laptop, look at me."

You looked up at him and whined when he pushed into you. When he was fully hilted you could feel the intense heat of his frame from the space that closed between you two. He was careful to hold his own weight to make sure he wouldn't crush you from this position.

The heavy vents from his intake felt like hot gusts of air on your face. Moments like this made you remember just how biological rather than robotic cybertronians are. Such as this was clearly a living and breathing being on top of you.

"You're on question fourteen."

He whispered into your ear and you rolled your eyes. He hadn't even started thrusting yet and you desperately needed him to.

"Question fourteen, for what is a Pitot tube used in physics? Wait what? I've never even heard of this."

You had a funny feeling these questions were going to become extremely difficult.

"Percy this question is hard."

"And so am I, you literally used one with me two days ago for an experiment. Think."

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to remember the experiment he did with you while ignoring everything else that was going on.

"For measuring the…velocity of fluids?"

You felt relieved when his hip struts pulled back just so he could sink into you again. It was a steady and slow pace but it was enough to satisfy you for the moment. You were going to read the next question until his glossa slipped into your mouth and he kissed into you. He used his servos to lift both of your arms above your head and hold them there.

Your fingers intertwined with his digits and he broke the kiss only to start leaving you with familiar gentle bites along your neck. It was obvious that was him giving you the clue to keep reading.

"Question fifteen, How are X-rays different from gamma rays in radiation therapy? T-They're stronger."

His slow thrusting stopped and you could feel his servos squeezing your hands.

"Percy I don't know that one!"

He gave you silence as a reply and you took a moment to think about it. If he wasn't spike deep in your cunt maybe you could actually answer the question. There's no way possible you could remember something like this.

You felt him adjust himself inside you and he groaned.

What made it worse was the angle he stopped at. He was nudging against your g-spot so firmly in that moment that your pussy was begging him with tight clenches to get him to keep going and he could definitely feel all of that.

"Because x-rays are man made?"

You eyes rolled back when you felt him roll his hipstruts against you which gave you a decent amount of friction against your clit. His thrusting started back up only this time at a much more forceful pace. It was like he was using a tolerable amount of his total weight to put pressure on you. The slick noises of his spike sliding in and out of you and his cybernetic metal against your skin was making you mewl like a feral cat.

Just seeing the way his optics flickered every time you spasmed around his length made you feel so good. The way he lapped his glossa against your lips and held your hands tightly within his servos let you know he definitely wasn't just fucking you but he was making love to you as well.

Love language definitely transcended well across different galaxies because right now he was making you feel like you were the only person he's ever done this to and that certainly wasn't true. Perceptor may have been somewhat nerdy compared to the other mechs upon the ship but he had this confidence in him that let you know that he knew he was the smartest person in the room.

How his dermas crashed into your lips once more in a passionate kiss informed you that he'd probably long forgotten about the studying you were supposed to be doing.

The moans you two made were only silenced by the connection of his mouth against yours. The way his glossa curled along your tongue like a snake in your mouth made you purr. You could never quite tell what the synthetic saliva he produced within his intake tasted like but it certainly wasn't human.

You felt your bottom lip get caught between his denta and he bit down on it harshly while pounding down on your tight hole. You weren't shocked when you felt thick shots of his transfluid paint your walls with how heavy the mech was venting.

His heavy vents and deep pounding were always a dead giveaway for when this mech was going to overload and fill you to the brim. He ignored the feeling of his orgasm spilling out of you and dripping onto the floor so he could help you chase your own climax. He then moved his servo downwards and you felt one of his digits start to rub firm circles around your clit.

A tight knot in your stomach formed and you slowly came undone for him. Him fucking his thick transfluid back into you and his digits fondling your small bundle of nerves pushed you over that high edge even further. You climaxed until the point you could feel yourself squirt from around his length.

He paid no attention to the spurts of your orgasm coating the metal along his hip struts to make sure he made you ride out your own orgasm.

When it was all said and done your face was flushed with redness and you had decent sized hickeys all over your neck, chest and arms. When you sat up you could have swore you felt his transfluid slosh around within your womb.

Your once neatly styled hair was thrown about and looked like you hadn't brushed it in days. The signature purple hued fluid leaked from your slit and started to drip thickly to the floor of the laboratory when you sat up.

That night you both slept closely intertwined on his berth until it was time for you to get up that morning and log in online to begin your exam. Your professor wanted everyone's webcams on to prevent people from cheating but you dreaded it as you knew you looked a complete mess this morning. The hickeys Perceptor left on you last night were still visible, as well as a small bruise on your lip.

You didn't even bother to fix your hair and it was obvious everyone was occasionally glancing over to look at your web camera feed on the screen.

"Are you alright? You're taking a long time to start the test?"

Your professor didn't even have to say

your name for you to know that she was talking to you. Never once did you even bother to open up the test link because you were sitting there spaced out and eyes glazed over thinking about how much of a whore you were in the lab last night.

You politely apologized and began your test only to space out and again and you heard your phone ping. It was probably your class friend letting you know that you were zoning out on the zoom call once more. You finished the last question, submitted your test and put your head down on the table with a sigh.

You didn't even want to see your grade, you just knew it was terrible. It only took a few minutes before your curiosity got the better of you and you looked at the monitor.

You couldn't believe your own eyes, you actually got every question correct. Even the insanely difficult ones you felt you had no shot at.

You jumped up from your chair to go run and head into the lab which wasn't that far down the corridor from Perceptor's habsuite.

The hall corridors were never mass displaced so you simply hated how long you had to run just to reach the lab. You were unbelievably excited to tell your 'tutor' just about how great your grade was.

You scanned your keycard at the lab panel and walked in only to realize that you both must have left the lab mass displaced last night as you walked in and everything was human-friendly sized. Brainstorm sat in the chair on the far end of the table instructing a cleaning bot to clean up the dried purple puddle and droplets off of the floor.

"Do I even want to ask what that is?"

A/N: Expect some DJD trauma coming up next...

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