#sparkplay
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It all started as a normal cycle, he swears on his spark that it was an innocent and normal cycle.
"I interfaced with one of the humans".
Until it wasn't.
No bot can verify the fact but all are equally flabbergasted at the statement, humans are still a novelty aboard, it has been only a few earth years since they arrived to the starship and while friendships and primitive market of products are normal to see nowadays it still doesn't stop one or two glass cubes from shattering against the floor of Swerve's or the high grade that has gone down the wrong pipe by the mere words formed by Fizzle's vox.
No bot asked, no one even knew, no one really noticed him gone from the ship or when he came back but now they all have their attention at him even when he simply said it to the bot next to him, but gossiping, no matter species, is a big deal among sentient beings.
"You're lying"
"No!", almost sensing the others receptor audials over him he can only try to cover his EMF as close to his frame as possible, spoiler coiled near to his armor in a display of nervousness, "it was- it was out of this world, okay? And- and then she was-"
"It was a human femme?!"
Again, some were at their seats end, some again chocking on their drinks, others feeling their fans activate, everybot has seen for themselves how soft humans are, and even heard from the same humans that some are most soft than others.
Human femmes- er, woman and alike, were supposed to be the peak of softness, even human primitive communication devices (porn and magazines) said so!
"Primus dammit- do you want everybot to hear about it?", oh yes, please say more was something resonating among the processors of the most curious in the theme and the most deviant of them that had also thought of some organic colleagues in such a way, of course, Fizzle didn't had to know, and in some way it was his fault to talk about such a thing like a sparkling sharing secrets in a public area when the Lost Light was so big.
"Okay, okay, go on, what did she do?", there was silence, one that preceded the proton storm while Fizzle's spoiler raised back again in excitement to remember the exchange.
"...she played with my wires and with my spark"
If the two bots didn't know they were being eavesdropped before now they knew after a few bots cracked their glasses full of energon at the mere mention of the interface related activity, making they almost scape even when some bots wanted to keep hearing and asked them to come back, because it was the discovery of the century, well, almost, but it was still of great interest nonetheless for most of them!
"Wow, that was crazy, huh, Roddy?", Drift tries to ignore the other bots still remaining in the bar and their obnoxiously loud fans, hardly covering the growing charge on their EMF and now heated frames trying to seem as undisturbed as possible.
Even Rodimus, who stops as hard as he can his cooling fans, servos being negated of the littlest possibility to even shake at how hard his spark is pulsing, "Uhum".
First of the questions running around his processor is who was it? Fizzle doesn't even have any game going on or perceived by his optics to be able to drag along another mech on his habsuit, let alone a human that knows nothing about interfacing, which get to the next question running wild in circles around his processor: can a human do sparkplay? The idea is impossible but it doesn't stop his imagination where, in fact, it seems more than possible with those little hands and fingers running wild on a bot's spark chamber, he remembers the humans being taught cybetronian medic techniques, how they were so focused in healing illness and it isn't so hard to change the purposes of the delicate and sometimes rough way those little hands made their way around a spark and all the sensitive wiring around.
He ask to himself if the human Fizzle was talking about were to be, by any chance, you.
And he negates it, scratches it, deletes as far as he can any trace of the mere idea of it because it will break his spark in million pieces would be improper in everyway.
It is also improper to remember it when he is next to you while you read a datapad about once living creatures of Cybertron, little finger moving the page once in a while in your hunger for more information that gets his optics focused on the way your eyes move along the light and the glyphs on the screen.
Will your curiosity also extent to other possibilities? He has seen you go "woah" and "ahh" over simple things like the subtle communication between frames with wings and spoilers or the fair quantity of differences of one frame to the other, the image of your face looking with interest whatever you're reading and how you take notes on your personal datapad, little fingers moving along and pressing different places in the sensible screen while showing your obvious interest, your possible awe over his bared spark in front of you.
It's almost too easy, he only needs to change a few things, his open spark chamber is now the source of light reflecting on your eyes, a perfect miniature mirror of your actions as your fingers touch the sensible glass cover of his spark, he can almost feel the electricity driving away to your body to his waiting spark that welcomes it with a tremor as hard as lightning that spreads to his whole frame in electric pleasure, wires tensing at the movement around and all the pressure, trying to make give accomodations to every little electric pulses your body can send to his most sensible component.
"Roddy"
It's way too real, way too hard, and it gets worse when your fingers get replaced with your soft looking lips and tongue, lapping above the connections before sliding to his tensed wires, making a wet trail to his spark while he debates internally in his own fantasy, he is supposed to concentrate, to not come undone or look because he is sure it would be JUST. SO. HOT.
"Rods"
It doesn't even end there, he can hear your voice along it, processor and cooling fans working overtime while he can only focus on the possibility, on the maybe that lingers above, it only takes so little to have you kiss with tongue his spark and he can't take it-
"Rodimus!" Oh, now, that's his designation, the fantasy is shattered in pieces and he soon realizes one of his digits is above his spark chamber, you are looking at him, maybe confused, obviously worried, it's enough to make him let go of the digit between his dentae and feeling his spike depressurize- "why are you so hot?", nevermind.
"... I'm hot?...", a wicked grin blended with happiness is forming on his faceplate as his words trail on slowly, almost as he is tasting it.
"I mean", you correct yourself, you really didn't need to, "heat is coming from your body, are you going flames on again? Are we under attack again?"
"What? Nah, just...", daydreaming about impossibilities, about a weak porn, like humans call it, without basis, heated romance and passion he isn't even sure you share with him, impossibilities that drag his bleeding spark over every movement and word of yours that he clings on with greedy servos, it's so embarrassing and he is sure he'll offline by pure mortification if you ever get a word about his attraction to you just to be faced by any degree of disgust coming from you, "it's getting cold in here, wouldn't want you to freeze those little fingers to dead", he doesn't even offer his servo but it is almost a natural response when he sees you approaching him with fear on your steps by any possibility of being another normal day aboard the Lost Light, he doesn't even stop and let's you settle on his lap like the security protocols indicated.
Fear washes away quickly when you register his words, there is curiosity on your eyes, looking between him and your hands, before finally look at him in the optics again, "Oh, didn't know you heard about the effects of excessive cold on the most distant phalanges, I mean, it's something that only happens while in extreme freezing conditions in harsh environments or controlled ones in closed lab experiments-"
Rodimus really didn't get what you were talking or the whole deal you were explaining to him, but seeing you feel secure next to him, taking seat above him showing the full confidence and trust you put on him while your hands move to explain your point, putting the warm palm against his armor from time to time.
"Everything you touch is bound to fail anyway", harsh words pang among his memory archives while he touches a side of yours to prevent a fall, but he silenced it, preferring the sound of your voice that now was about something called homeostasis.
He wouldn't trade this moment for anything, not when he offers you a digit and you hold it immediately, well, maybe a kiss if you could be generous enough, but he will get there soon, he hopes so.
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I totally offer this one to @archie-sunshine and @pinkanonwrites by their glorious work of overheating and teasing Rodimus, I love it to the moon and back to hear about one of my faves even when he is mentally unstable and runs hot most of the time, it's his own charm, specially their newest works that relate to Roddy so much.
#reader insert#x reader#tf mtmte#transformers x reader#transformers#transformers idw#transformers x human reader#tf rodimus#rodimus x human reader#rodimus x reader#idw rodimus#rodimus prime#valveplug#sparkplay
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One thing I've always thought about is wierder sparkplay like a cybertronian being able to pull their partners spark out of thier body without killing them they remain conscious and get to see their partner hold thier entire being in thier hand. Or just grinding thier valve on thier partners spark that's good too.
oh, that’s interesting. A bot taking their partner’s spark in hand, holding it carefully in their fingers, gently brushing over the uncovered spark chamber surrounding the delicate component… they kiss it, feeling the electricity crackling against their lips.
mhmmm A bot opening up their partner’s chassis, lowering their bared array against the naked spark, grinding their node against the warmth. There is so much charge in the spark, buzzing against their valve, sending their inner nodes clenching around nothing. They grind down hard, frantic to reach their overload, and their partner yelps, spark flickering as they watch their lover cum all over it, coating it in lubricant.
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Intense sparkplay 😤 doesn’t even have to seggssual but if it is has Jules ever had the impulsive thought to lick it or kiss it. Face tingles or nah?
Absolutely. Jules is the king of letting the impulsive thoughts win.
(First off, the spark is drawn in a few different ways throughout the franchise, but in my head it is a mass of energy with a core in the middle so that is how I write it.)
Starscream loves having Jules’ hands in his spark. It’s one of his favorite things when it comes to interfacing and Jules learned quickly how to handle his spark.
Jules’ favorite thing to do is work their fingers down to the core of his spark. It sends Starscream over the edge and is super intense.
They will press small kisses all over his spark any chance they get. They can deal with the tingly feeling on their face, but they only actually licked it one time.
While Starscream loved the sensation, Jules will never do it again. Have you ever licked a nine volt battery?
#their earrings started sparking a little and they said never again ahahaha#jules writes#transformers#starscream#valveplug#sparkplay#i want to write more sparkplay fics aaaaa#it's so intimate
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OC x OC stuff
Too short for my liking but I’m sleepy I’ll probably add stuff later maybe
#transformers#transformers prime#transformers oc#transformers prime oc#tf oc#tfp oc#tf ocs#tfp ocs#oc x oc#valveplug#sparkplay#tw needles
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#my art#valveplug#I drag delicious sparkplay into this blog from the depths of the ye old forgotten wip pile🤲🤲#I dub Op King of Foreplay#I know it in my bones that Op is like. THE BEST KISSER. but let that man work his magic on a spark#and those kisses are gonna have megs writhing and pleading for it
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My head is mush from studying all day, but Spector_Author comes up to me with the sentence "So Tarantulas can mass-shift small enough to fit inside someones head right? What if-"
And this happened. ~10/10 Steamy and Electric.
#I had a good time reading#Spector_Author#ao3#ao3 fic#ao3 link#transformers#prowl#tarantulas#valveplug#I guess? it's sparkplay#maccadam
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As the one who submitted the Getarod Blackmail, I am 👀 with great anticipation and greediness.
I'm not sure if I should *thank* you for the brainworms anon, but I hope you enjoy 😂 we're at 6k and counting
#it's not 100% what you requested but it's pretty close#hope you like mean getaway and mostly consensual but not safe or sane sparkplay#book.answers
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my brain is so fucked up that every time i see these parts where they fuse, i think they’re like making love
#I BLAME FANFICS AND FANART FOR THIS#TF FANDOM INTRODUCED ME TO SPARKPLAY AND MY BRAIN WENT SOMEWHERE ELSE#BRUH#silent watches megaman nt warrior#silent watches megaman nt warrior axess
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"Oh! That's What That Does?!"
All art by @archie-sunshine
G1 Rumble/ Mechanic Reader - 2400+ Words
NSFW, Valveplug, Plug 'N Play, Mild Sparkplay, Accidental Stimulation, Edging, Human Reader, GN Pronouns
Ahh, the inherent eroticism of repairing your machine.~ I've had this one cooking for a while, so I hope you all enjoy! I've also gotten pretty attached to this mechanic Reader, so they'll likely pop up again with other cassettes (and maybe even some other Decepticons!)
NSFW WRITING AND IMAGERY BELOW THE CUT!
“Ey… EY! Careful wit’ dat! It’s touchy!”
“Rumble,” You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You're making this way more difficult than it needs to be.”
“I wouldn't be complainin’ if you'd stop touchin’ all up on bits that don't gotta be touched! Rootin’ around in there like I'm one’a your crappy organic machines!”
Removing your hands from Rumble’s open chest, you tossed them roughly into the air. “Y'know what? Fine. Do it yourself. Better yet, get Frenzy to pull the shrapnel out of your chest. That'll go great.”
You would have slid off of Rumble’s lap and stormed off, if not for his massive servos closing around your wrists with an unexpected delicacy. Your efforts to remove your hands only reinforced his grip, using just enough force to keep you from leaving without crushing your wrists entirely.
“H-Hey, no need ta be so hasty! Look, I’m just steamed cause'a the battle, dat’s all. Frenz’ can't do dis, it's gotta be someone more… dainty. Y’know. Little human hands and all dat.” The harsh glow of his visor had dulled slightly as his gaze cast down to your hands. You rolled your eyes, wrists finally slipping from his grip as you settled back in.
Dangling wires and sparking shrapnel dotted his open chest cavity, illuminated by the light of his spark chamber. Rumble had staggered off-balance into your workshop whining about the prodding pieces of broken metal keeping him from transforming properly, yet you’d barely managed to get two wires back in place before he started squirming and whingeing and slinging verbal abuse at you.
Not that you weren't used to it, any interactions with Rumble and Frenzy usually involved some level of bullying. Fortunately, the two cassettes are also incredibly predictable. As soon as you would threaten to take away or withhold what they're asking for, they’d start falling all over themselves with apologies and placations. After all, you may not have been the only mechanic in the area, but you were certainly their favorite.
“Are you going to actually let me work? Or are you going to start yelling at me again?”
“Yellin’? Who's yellin’? Yer the mechanic here, my spark is in your squishy little hands. Do your magic, doc.” He sat back again, servos clutching the edges of your workbench in a show of effort, a genuine attempt to keep them still (or however genuine any show of rule-following from Rumble could be.)
“That's what I thought. Now let me actually fix a few things before you start whining again.” Your gloved hands dipped back into his chest cavity, skirting the edges of his spark chamber to pick away at the bits of loose shrapnel stuck in some of the wires. His frame shuddered, a hiss of steam escaping through his dentae as your knuckles brushed the underside of the spark casing.
“C-Careful,” He said again, with significantly less bite to his tone.
“Does it hurt?”
“Somethin’ like dat.”
“I'll be careful, so let me know if it gets to be too much.” You smoothed a palm down the armor covering his stomach, flinching back when you heard another sharp hiss of steam.
“I’m fine! It's fine! Just… do ya gotta be all on top’a me like dis?”
“I can't reach properly if you're laying down. If you're standing you might keel over on me, and I really don't feel like being squished to death today.” He let out a low grumble as you jacked another cable back into its proper port. “I'll try to be quick, that way you won't have to worry about my ‘human germs’ and you can get outta here. Deal?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just-”
“Be careful. I know.”
And with that you went to work, separating and organizing cables, taping off leaky tubing and removing pieces of scrap metal as gently as you could. Every once in a while Rumble would jerk or twitch beneath your touch, letting out a muffled curse or huff but sparing you from his usual complaints. It was… uncharacteristically quiet, for sure. This was the most extensive repair you'd ever done on him, though, so maybe he was just having surgery jitters.
“Okay, I've gotten most of the shrapnel out. But there's a piece right behind your spark casing.”
“Well? Get it outta there!”
“I'm going to, but I need to get my whole hand in there. I'm warning you now because it's going to be bumping up against your spark casing a lot. I'm going to do my best but you have to tell me if it hurts too much.”
Rumble let out a long, pathetic groan. “Actually doc, maybe you can just leave dat one in there? F-For funsies?”
“Eh?! Rumble, I’m not gonna just ‘leave it in there’! It's gotta come out.”
“Something's gonna come out if you keep proddin’ around in there like dat…”
“What was that?”
“Gh! Nothin’! Don't worry ‘bout it!”
“...Okay. I’m gonna start now. Are you ready?” Rumble only responded with gritted dentae and a tense nod. Working your gloved hand under his spark chamber, you could feel the ambient energy making the hairs on your arm stand on end as you felt for the jagged edge of broken metal. Your glove blocked your view entirely, so you were left blindly groping your way up the metal surface, feeling for anything bent or out of place. When your fingers could no longer reach any further while still avoiding the casing, you slid forward and ducked slightly into Rumble’s open chest, the back of your hand pressing up against the underside of his spark chamber.
CLANG!
You jumped, and if it weren't for Rumble’s arm wrapping around you and almost crushing you into his open chest you may have jostled the sensitive chamber even further. You slid your hand back again, easing off of the reinforced glass, and his grip receded.
“What the hell was that? And what was that clang?”
“I said don't worry ‘bout it!” He hissed, voice glitchy with static. “Everythin’s totally normal, I dunno why you're getting all jumpy ‘bout- MMNGH?!” You moved your hand up again into the same position, and Rumble let out an embarrassingly high whimper. You glanced up at his face, a flush of pink behind the usual grey and beading with coolant… and something clicked.
“Oh my God are you getting off on this?”
“N-No!”
Behind you you heard a sharp snikt, and the sound of pressurizing hydraulics.
“...Maybe?”
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
“H-Hey, don't go gettin’ a big head or nothin’! A bot’s spark chamber is sensitive! Don't go thinkin’ this is cause of your squishy frame or your soft little digits or nothin’!” He seemed to almost shrink in on himself, face plate practically glowing as his shoulders pulled up around his helm. You'd never say it to his face, but he looked surprisingly… small, at this moment. You heaved an exhausted sigh.
“Okay. Okay. I'm going to get this last piece out, alright? It's the last one. And whatever happens while I'm doing that..? It just happens. We won't bring it up again, no need to be embarrassed. Deal?”
“‘Deal?!?’” He squawked, positively scandalized. “How do I know yer not gonna gossip with Frenz’ the next time he's in for a tune-up?”
“Well Frenzy usually never lets me get a word in edgewise, first of all.” You huffed. This was way more than you'd signed up for. “I'm not going to make fun of you, Rumble. Let’s just get you patched up, then you can head home. Okay?”
His mouth was pulled into a tight, wobbly frown as he glanced down at you, choking out a single word. “...Promise?”
“I promise.”
“...Slag. alright, let's get dis over with.” He lolled his head back against the table with a clank, resigning himself to his fate. This time, when your knuckles brushed his spark casing, he couldn’t stifle his soft moan. Your fingers felt further and further up, until almost your entire hand was behind the glass bubble containing his pulsing spark. Finally, you could feel the jagged piece of metal. You wrapped your fingers around it and gave it an experimental tug. It stuck fast, and your hand bumping against Rumble's spark only pulled another surprised moan from him.
“W-Watch it!” He yelped, sounding too fucked-out to come across as actually threatening.
“It's really stuck in there. I'm going to start working it out, so let me know if you need me to stop.”
“Wh… workin’ it out? Whadda ya- ohhh…~”
With your thumb and forefinger gripping the edge of the broken metal, you began to wiggle it gently back and forth to ease it from the plating and wires around it. Each time you moved the back of your hand rubbed up against the far side of his spark chamber, warmth radiating through your glove as Rumble started to vent more harshly.
“Slag… slag! Don't think it's ever been touched back there before. Feels… feels crazy.” He moaned. The metal of your work table shrieked and crumpled like cardboard under his iron grip, desperate to keep his servos off of himself or, Primus forbid, you. The piece stuck firm, and as you braced your other hand against the outside paneling of his chest to readjust your balance he let out a sharp, staticky yelp. “S-STOP!”
You froze immediately. “Are you okay? What's wrong?”
A few shuddering vents were your only response for a moment, Rumble’s visor lights flickering frantically as he tried to steady himself. “Whooo… Almost blew my top for a second there.”
“Seriously?”
“Hey! Yer the one that told me to tell ya if I need ya to stop! I'll be slagged to the Pit before I let some ‘squishy’ run my charge like dat.”
“...Can I start again? I’m making some progress here.”
“...Y-Yeah. Yeah. Yer good.”
You let out another soft sigh, trying to focus on the rhythmic sktch sktch sktch of metal on metal rather than Rumble’s shivering whines. His vocalizer pitched and warbled with static, attempts to stifle his own words slowly giving way to a deluge of fucked-out babbles.
“Ah! Gh! Ohh, mmnh, stupid little hands feelin’ all- nnh!~ Jus’ get it outta there! Please?”
I’m working on it. You’re doing good, just hang in there.” Your placations only resulted in another desperate moan. After what couldn’t have been more than another thirty seconds or so, he blurted out again.
“Ah! Stop!”
You retracted your hand for a moment, letting Rumble gasp for breath above you in a futile attempt to cool his core. You rubbed at his chest paneling as he shivered beneath you hard enough that you thought bolts were going to start coming undone. Even the paneling you were seated upon was burning up, heat seeping through the fabric of your coveralls. His glowing face plate was slick with coolant. Without thinking, you reached up and swept away a bead of it with your thumb, making him jump.
“H-Hey, quit dat…” He groaned, all bite lost from his tone.
“Rumble… The more you keep stopping me the longer this is going to take.”
“You think I don’t know dat?!” One of his arms draped dramatically over his face. “I’m tryin’! But you just keep pokin’ around in there and it’s all touchy and it’s makin’ me feel like my spike’s gonna burst and I can’t take it anymore!” He sniffled. Could Cybertronians even sniffle? You weren’t sure, but he sounded close to tears.
“Rumble… Have you ever actually edged yourself before?”
“Whu- Whuh? How’s dat any of yer business?”
“I’m just thinking…” You ran a placating hand down his shivering plating. “If you haven’t it can be really overwhelming, and-”
“I can handle it! I-I can!”
“Let me finish. It can be really overwhelming, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself further. Just… take a deep breath for me, okay?” You took a slow, steadying breath, and after a second he mimicked it. “Good. Just think about letting go, okay? I’m not going to judge you. Just think about it.”
He let out a low, pitying grumble, peeking at you from behind his arm plating. “...You can start again.”
Once again, your hands dipped into his chest cavity. Only this time you slid both hands up behind his spark casing, gripping as much of the broken metal as you could reach. As you rocked it back and forth Rumble’s moans returned with a fervor, one servo finally flying to cup your lower back.
“Ah! Ah! Slag, oh slag please! Please don’t stop I’m so fraggin’ close.” He fisted the back of your uniform, crumpling the cheap fabric between his digits. “C’mon, c’mon c’mon c’mon I need it!”
“Shh, I’ve got you baby. Just let it happen.”
With a metallic shriek and a gush of brackish oil the shrapnel popped free, the force enough to send you sprawling if not for Rumble’s servo in the small of your back. Of course, said unexpected force also slammed the backs of both your hands right into the underside of his spark chamber, and Rumble’s voice box screeched into a wail of radio static. Something hot and sticky splattered up the back of your coveralls; said something you decidedly were not going to look at until later. His frame rattled and shivered beneath you, steam venting and joints glitching and spark pulsating a near-blinding glow. Finally, after a burst of noise and sparks and twitching, he went slack beneath you, helm clanking against the workbench as his optics flickered.
As delicately as you could, you removed the oil-slick shrapnel and let it clatter onto the floor before shedding your gloves and dabbing at his face plate with the cuff of your sleeve. With the whir of an old monitor blipping back to life, his visor blinked back up to its standard brightness.
“Whuh… Wheh?” He garbled.
“How you feeling, hun?”
“Like I got struck by lightnin’... but in like a nasty way.”
You choked back a snort. “Well, I’ve got all the worst of it over with. Feel free to rest for a while if you need it. I’m gonna go change my jumpsuit.”
He let you slide off his lap without a fight, not even commenting until you’d turned around to make your way over to your office. Only then did he let out a low, salacious whistle when he’d finally caught sight of the back of your uniform.
“Comm me next time yer free, doc. Then I can repay da favor.”
#transformers#valveplug#transformers x reader#rumble#transformers rumble#rumble x reader#transformers imagines#g1 transformers#my writing#long post
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Dratchet vivisection anf sparkplay... Drift strapped down to a medical table crying and trembling as Ratchet opens his sparkchamber, dipping his fingers in the corona of Drift's spark and feeling the energy run though his sensitive medic hands... Ratchet playing with Drift's spark until he's a leaky mess from overloading behind his panels 🥰
#valveplug#mine#drift#ratchet#dratchet#robogore#dubcon#ish#5% of a good idea wahoooooo#last sentence intentionally ambiguous its like a choose your own adventure :)
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Julessss I wanna know what you think about sparkplay how would starscream react to his human s/o asking to bond? We don't have sparks so like how would it go?
I'm low key obsessed with sparkplay. It's so intimate and I love it.
As I've mentioned before, I do think Starscream would be really into sparkplay. It's easily his favorite part of interfacing. He doesn't care what his partner might see in his memories, he needs it like he needs energon. He wouldn't ever think of telling his human partner "no" when they ask for it, and his human partner's tiny hands are perfect. The way they run their hands over his spark drives him crazy, and he will use mass displacement to shrink his body down as much as he can so he can also fill up their hole with his spike while they're working his spark. The combination makes for the best overloads.
While he doesn't mind that his human doesn't have a spark he also misses being able to bond that way. Especially in a long-term relationship. But they have a lot of trust in each other, and his human opens up their heart to him (metaphorically). The deep conversations and shared emotion are a very different type of intimacy than sparkbonding, but it makes up for it.
A couple weeks ago I actually wrote a starscream x oc sparkplay fic, but it was before I had a full understanding of how sparks work, so it's lacking the emotional aspect. It's genuinely just pure smut, if anyone is interested in reading it
Excursion on AO3
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REQUEST - Ratbat/Soundwave - IDW - Employeer/Employee; Dubcon; Sparkplay
Either starting off with Soundwave seducing Ratbat or vice versa, but would like it if whoever initiated the seduction finds themselves way in over their head, culminating in uncomfortably intimate sparkplay that the seducee takes full advantage of
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-• transformers masterlist 2 •-
[tfa, tfp, rid15, mtmte]
everything that does not have a link is in the queue and will be posted soon! yell at me if there are any problems with the links.
-• transformers prime •-
optimus prime
(holoform) optimus prime x reader (mentions of eating disorder)
optimus prime x reader comfort
optimus prime x reader comfort
optimus prime x reader nsfw (apology sex)
optimus prime and megatron
optimus prime x reader x megatron nsfw (dubcon)
ratchet
ratchet love letter
ratchet x reader nsfw (oral)
ratchet x reader nsfw (lingerie)
ratchet x fem reader nsfw (bdsm)
ratchet x reader nsfw (cockwarming)
starscream
starscream x reader angst hcs
starscream x reader breakup comfort hcs
starscream x reader self care hcs
dreadwing
dreadwing x reader angst hcs
dreadwing nsfw alphabet
predaking
predaking x reader angst hcs
predaking nsfw alphabet
soundwave
soundwave x reader amica endurae hcs
soundwave x reader nsfw (sounding)
soundwave nsfw alphabet
shockwave
shockwave x reader bedtime routine hcs
shockwave x reader nsfw (sounding)
shockwave x reader implied nsfw
shockwave nsfw (masturbation)
bumblebee
bumblebee x reader nsfw
bee ramble nsfw
megatron
megatron nsfw alphabet
breakdown
breakdown x reader comfort hcs
breakdown x m.e.c.h. employee reader hcs
breakdown x reader nsfw (oral)
arcee
arcee nsfw alphabet
knockout and breakdown
knockout x breakdown x reader amica endurae hcs
knockout x breakdown x reader nsfw (oral, size kink)
smokescreen
smokescreen x reader phobia comfort
ultra magnus
ultra magnus nsfw alphabet
-• tfp ships •-
kobdss
knockout x starscream x breakdown hypnotherapy hcs
knockout x starscream x breakdown (nsfw)
kobd
knockout x breakdown (x megatron [nsfw, light size kink])
-• transformers animated •-
optimus prime
optimus prime x reader comfort
optimus prime x reader (petplay, sfw)
sentinel prime
sentinel prime love letter
sentinel prime x reader protection hcs
sentinel prime x reader hcs nsfw
sentinel prime x reader nsfw
sentinel prime x reader nsfw
blitzwing
blitzwing x reader comfort
blitzwing nsfw (masturbation)
blitzwing x big bot reader nsfw
wreck gar
wreck gar x reader hcs semi nsfw
megatron
jealous megatron x reader hcs
megatron x reader breakup comfort hcs
megatron x reader nsfw hcs (thigh kink)
starscream
starscream x reader nsfw hcs (thigh kink)
ratchet
ratchet x reader petplay nsfw
ratchet x reader nsfw hcs (thigh kink)
prowl
prowl x reader comfort (depression/anxiety mention)
swindle
swindle x predacon reader nsfw (biting)
bumblebee
bee ramble nsfw
-• tfa ships •-
lockprowl
lockdown x prowl
senwreck
sentinel prime x wreck gar
senop
sentinel x optimus nsfw (sparkplay, masochism)
-• rid15 •-
sideswipe
sideswipe x reader nsfw
drift
drift x reader comfort
bumblebee
bee ramble nsfw
-• rid15 ships •-
springfire
quillfire x springload nsfw
steelhoof
steeljaw x thunderhoof semi-nsfw (feral steeljaw, petplay[?])
-• mtmte •-
brainstorm
brainstorm x reader stage fright comfort hcs
brainstorm x reader hcs semi-nsfw
ratchet
ratchet x reader spark murmur headcanons
ratchet x reader hcs nsfw
whirl
whirl x reader stage fright comfort hcs
whirl x reader spark murmur headcanons
whirl x reader hcs nsfw
rodimus prime
rodimus prime x reader stage fright comfort hcs
rodimus prime x reader nsfw
swerve
swerve love letter
swerve x reader amica sparkbonding
ultra magnus
ultra magnus love letter
-• rescue bots •-
chase
chase x dominant reader nsfw (edging)
-• cyberverse ships •-
wheeljack x shockwave nsfw (gun kink)
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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: The Transformers (IDW Generation One)
Relationship: Megatron/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime
Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Drift | Deadlock
Additional Tags: Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Spark Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Transformers Spark Bonds, Oral Sex, Valve Oral (Transformers), Valve Fingering (Transformers), Multiple Orgasms, Biting, Morning Sex, Face-Sitting, Unrequited Love
Summary: Ever since he'd brought up sparkplay, it's all Rodimus can think about. He's dying for Megatron to touch him this way.
Part 14 of When An Unstoppable Force Meets An Immovable Object
#megarod#valveplug#megatron/rodimus#rodimus/megatron#megatron#rodimus#hannah dont look at this#starvonnie writes
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If you can find a way to shimmy-sham it: Cyclonus with human s/o who's touching his spark and he busts a fat fuckin' soul nut. Pls snurt, make my dreams a reality
You had thought a Cybertronian's spark would burn. That it would put off radiation akin to a strong breeze blowing over you before you succumb to radiation sickness. Of course, Cyclonus would never put you in that sort of harm. It's still frightening to see that unnaturally glowing thing and still reach your hand into it.
It's such a gentle feeling, you wonder if you've even touched it yet, but then a sharp shiver traces down your spine. Your hand almost jolts outside of Cyclonus' gently thrumming spark. It doesn't burn. It's not even hot. The energy coming from your partner is like slipping into cool water. It licks and tickles the palm of your hand, sending an exquisite pleasure across your body. It's reaching and grabbing for the weak electrical pulses in your nerves.
Ratchet had gently lectured you that, although it should be safe for you to engage in sparkplay, it wouldn't necessarily be enjoyable for an organic. You don't have the sensors needed to pick up on a mech's energy signature. How wrong he is, the electrical currents wreaking havoc across your nerves with their delightful zaps of charge. It’s unlike any experience you’ve had with anyone.
Your attention is broken from gawking at Cyclonus’ bare spark, as he lets out on of his rarely-heard moans of pleasure. His body arches beautifully up into your soft hands, too small to kill him unless you really tried. It’s so different from the Cyclonus that prefers to stare at you with intensity and fire, as he holds you down on his spike. This Cyclonus tries to muffle his soft whimpers and groans by sinking a sharp denta into his lip, but his jaw shakes pitifully open in the same way his legs tremble.
He’s never looked more ravishing. You want nothing more than to explore all the delicate, untouched areas of his spark chamber that would make him sing low.
Cyclonus whines in a way you’ve never heard before, a soft breathy thing that pitches upwards, his optics squeezed shut as he overloads. A brilliant flare of his radiant ancient spark, as bright as a million stars. His face, his frame, is alight with the intense release. You’re uncomfortably turned on as you withdraw your hands from his spark chamber, breathing in the heavy smell of ozone. Cyclonus’ hand delicately wraps around your shoulders, pulling you in for a slow, blissful kiss. You don’t need sensors to feel the appreciation radiating from his EM field. Your heart leaps in time to the rhythmic, love-lorn pulsing of his spark.
#asks#txt#reader insert#reader imagine#transformers#transformers idw#tf idw#transformers mtmte#tf mtmte#smut#valveplug#cyclonus#tf cyclonus#mtmte cyclonus#idw cyclonus
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Ease My Mind (Smokescreen x Mech Reader)
Pairing: TFP Smokescreen x Mech/Male Reader (trans-friendly)
Rating: Explicit (?)
Words: 680
POV: Third
Summary: Smokescreen is suffering under the pressure of Optimus’ legacy and there is only one mech who can ease his mind.
Notes: For the prompt ‘robotfucking’. See my kinktober 2022 masterlist here. Reader is referred to with he/him, but there is no spike or whatever here.
Tags: sparkplay, angst and fluff and smut
Even a power down did not stop his processors from simulating unnecessary hypotheticals. Smokescreen watched the sun slowly illuminate Cybertron, his home, once more. It had gotten so lively in the past months and as a member of team Prime, most of those new sparks would look to him for guidance and direction. It was a burden larger than his younger self ever could have imagined. It was a burden he was unsure his present self could shoulder.
From the darkness of the rest of his room, emerged a young bot. He wrapped his arms around Smokescreen’s chassis and pressed the side of his helm against Smokescreen’s. “It is a stunning sight, isn’t it?” He spoke, his voice muted to match the quiet in the room, but even at this low volume, the bot’s voice penetrated through the static noise in Smokescreen’s processors.
“It is,” Smokescreen agreed readily. Pulled from his thoughts, he had little more to say at the moment. The blue-yellow bot did not move as his sparkmate settled himself in his lap. Cuddled up together, they watched the day cycle break in.
“I spoke to Bulkhead the other day. Construction is going splendidly. Gearblast spoke of opening an energon bar with music and a monthly talent show. I am pretty sure he came up with the idea to show off how many Earth songs he knows…”
Smokescreen shut down his optics, focussing on the input from his audials. The other bot’s voice calmed his every thought, the words irrelevant. Once his cables were no longer taut, the bot in his lap ceased his idle chatter. “There we go, relax, my dear. You don’t have to carry the weight of a civilisation on your own.”
Smokescreen brought his optics back online, the sight before him a masterpiece from Primus himself. There was no need to be perfect around his sparkmate. He felt like a mess sometimes, stuck between his own youth and veteranism. It left him in pieces he did not quite know how to put together. However, his sparkmate knew exactly how.
Right now the other’s servo was resting on his chassis, right above his spark. Questioning optics met Smokescreen’s own. He smiled and gave a nod, before opening his chassis. His spark was bared to the world, but only to be seen by his sparkmate, who also exposed his spark. Their sparks casted a blue hue upon their faces as they reached out, the energy intertwining.
A mutual gasp filled the silence, when the tendrils of pure energy met each other. Smokescreen threw his head back, as the feedback ran along his fuel lines, electricity running between him and his sparkmate. “I can’t believe I ever went without this,” Smokescreen shuddered. His processors were wiped clean of worries, making place for pure pleasure. A wanton moan left him, making him lose trust in his vocal box. Whatever was going to come out of it from here on, he had no control over it.
His sparkmate knew it and sent another wave of pleasure with his spark. They both cursed as the energy between them flourished, slowly working towards a peak. The feedback loop allowed them to feel each other’s pleasure and amplify it. “I’m going to overload soon. Join me,” Smokescreen’s sparkmate shuddered. The veteran did not need to be told twice.
“Yes, yes, please,” he whimpered as he felt a familiar pleasure coiling up in his frame. His voice glitched, as he was hurled towards his climax. Static filled the moans echoing through the room.
The sparkmates held onto each other as their overload crashed over them, the energy between them dissipating and lightening up the room in a blue hue of their combined sparks. They slumped against each other, vents whirring loudly and electricity still dancing over their cables. “Are you ok, Smokey?”
Smokescreen hummed and closed his chassis. His sparkmate did the same and Smokescreen pressed his faceplates against his neck cables. “Thank you. You always know how to ease my mind.”
His sparkmate caressed his helm. “And I love doing it too.”
#tfp#transformers#smokescreen#tfp smokescreen#smokescreen x reader#kinktober#kinktober 2022#tfp x reader#transformers x reader#male reader#mech reader#smokescreen x male reader#tfp x male reader#transformers prime#transformers x male reader#tranformers prime x reader#transformers prime x male reader
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