#implied valveplug

[breakitoutwildbreak]

Conveying emotions is Shockwave’s biggest challenge.

Not to mention the most rewarding.

Credits to @chamm0y for the adorable Microwave. (He nearly burst into tears when his sire’s face suddenly disappeared-)

#maccadam #transformers #tfe #wavewave #Implied valveplug #Dumb fanart #shockwave #soundwave #shockwave x soundwave #transformers earthspark #shocksound #I was gonna draw babywave eating his hand but my drawing fuel ran out #Wavehusbands #husbandwaves

[glyphwrites]

Sub!Megatron and his sassy Dom Optimus discuss a scene

Have a precurser to smut that popped into my head today. I might end up writing the actual scene at some point, but I'm just way too busy rn. If i ever do, it'll go up on ao3 as a whole fic.

Despite the effects of the war and its aftermath, Megatron hadn’t had too much of a problem with his sex life. Though he couldn’t say he’d had a stable partner throughout that time, he had plenty of friends and admirers to spend time with, and left those encounters feeling perfectly satisfied.

However…

Personally, Megatron was a switch, enjoying practically any position and dynamic. There were a lot of mechs willing to let him dominate them, take control out of their servos and give them a fun time. But when it came to his own desire to be submissive, he simply didn't have the same range of options. Most Decepticons weren't comfortable with domming their leader, and those that were generally weren't interested in doing anything gentle. Which - a little rough play could be fun, but it wasn't Megatron's preference. That left his friends, where unfortunately the problem persisted. Shockwave would much rather follow his commands, Starscream had always focussed too much on degrading him, Straxus he didn't trust an inch and most of his other generals were uninterested. Strika was the only one he'd repeatedly fooled around with in that manner (technically Lugnut as well, but he was very firmly submissive), but even then they'd both been able to agree that they didn’t quite click. 

So life continued as before, Megatron feeling fairly satisfied with his various encounters but never quite completely fulfilled.

Then he met Optimus Prime. And, well, a lot of things happened. He died, for one thing. But after everything else that happened, after their squabbles were over and their alliance was solidified, Megatron had found himself falling for the mech… and eventually, falling into his berth. It had certainly been a whirlwind romance, especially considering how long it’d been since he’d had a proper partner. Once flirtations and teasing had become something more serious, and after their first few tumbles, they’d inevitably begun to talk about what they wanted from their strange new relationship. Megatron had laid out his own preferences easily, before revealing how he identified as a switch with some hesitance. He’d so wanted things to work out, wary of turning Optimus away at the thought of him desiring submission.

Megatron still remembered the grin that had spread across Optimus’ face, like the sun coming up. “Hey, that’s perfect! So am I.” Not for an instant had Optimus judged him; in fact, he’d been quite excited discussing their very first proper scene together, and just as enthusiastic carrying it out.

It’d been the best submissive experience of Megatron’s life.

He could still remember lying in berth together afterward, Optimus running a cloth laden with polish across his heated plating. Right there and then, he’d vowed to repeat the experience as often as he possibly could.

And life had gone on.

---------------------------------------------------

Once again, it’d been a long day filled with meetings, forms and petty squabble between his officers. Megatron had headed straight for his quarters the instant the last meeting finished, eager to sit with a cube of warm energon and perhaps a datapad as he decompressed. Instead, when he arrived he found that Optimus had beat him back to their shared rooms, and was now doing something with a selection of boxes on the coffee table. He glanced up as the door closed, flashing a smile at Megatron as he entered. To Megatron’s optics, his partner looked distinctly dishevelled in the way that usually implied he’d been working with his servos again. Although Optimus’ job description now mostly covered tactical analysis,  organising military logistics and fighting on the battlefield, he still often seemed to find some kind of job or task that required building things or tinkering with the guts of a spacebridge. At this point it was so frequent as to be ubiquitous, and Megatron wasn’t even that surprised at the sight.

“How was your day? I thought you’d be kept a little longer, to be honest.” Optimus straightened from his work, hopping over the scattered boxes on his way over to the door.

Megatron couldn’t help but smile at the sight, his worries melting away for the time being as he bent down to answer Optimus with a kiss. “It was perfectly fine, though you’re quite right; I managed to weasel out of my last meeting a little earlier than usual.”

Optimus laughed, slinging his arms around Megatron’s neck and kissing him back. “Well, that’s good to hear!” They stayed in the doorway for a few minutes longer, holding each other close. Megatron delighted in pressing Optimus against him, feeling his spark thrumming through his plating. 

When at last they broke apart again, Megatron glanced back at the chaos in the centre of their living area and couldn’t help but ask about it. “Are you building us some new furniture?” Optimus generally preferred to mess with machines, but he wasn’t that discerning with his projects.

“Oh! Not quite…” Optimus pulled away a little, looking from Megatron to the boxes and then back away. He smirked, teasing and smug in equal parts as he placed his servos on Megatron’s chassis “Actually, I’ve got something special for you.” He grinned up at Megatron for a moment longer, before pausing and tacking on another few sentences in a hurry. “Only if you're up for it, of course! I know it’s been a long day.”

It had in fact been a long day. But something about Optimus filled him with energy, and now Megatron couldn’t imagine a better way to spend his evening. “That sounds exciting.” He replied, catching Optimus to kiss again. “I’d certainly be happy to find out.”

The answering grin practically lit up the room. Optimus skipped back over to the table while Megatron followed at a more sedate pace, although he felt just as eager. Digging into one of the boxes, Optimus retrieved what appeared to be… a coil of braided wire? It shone in the light, iridescence glimmering as he turned it. He offered it to Megatron, who lifted and examined it carefully.

Thanks to his past exploits, Megatron had a fairly good idea of what this was. “Planning to tie me up?” He tested the shining rope between his digits, and frowned. “It’s certainly pretty, but it doesn’t look very strong.” He turned it over for a moment longer, before catching sight of the way Optimus was gesturing to him and handing the coil back.

And then Optimus grinned impishly, taking the end of the braided wire and wrapping it around his other servo, pulling it tight between them. “That’s the point!” 

Something about that mischievous grin, that cocky tone of voice, that confident stance… it did things to Megatron. He swallowed lightly, unable to move as Optimus stepped closer, giving him an evaluating look as he wound the rope between his servos. “So, here’s the deal.” Optimus was right up in his face now, so close that their chassis were touching. “I’m going to tie you up and play with you.” His tone was utterly matter of fact now, but it still did plenty to excite Megatron. He liked the way Optimus managed to dominate him despite their differences in size and age, the confident way he ordered Megatron around. Optimus pressed one servo to his chassis, drawing a circle over his spark. “All you have to do is enjoy yourself… and not break it.” He smirked even wider. “Think you can manage it?”

That was one of the other things he liked about Optimus’ style, the way he challenged Megatron. Composing himself, he leaned down, matching Optimus’ smirk despite the way his spark burned with excitement. “I dare say I’m up to the task.”

#tfa #tfa megop #precursor to smut #implied valveplug #megop #transformers animated #optimus prime #tfa optimus prime #megatron #sub megatron #these bitches gay #also sub!megatron fans rise up #spicy bites

[wyrm-with-a-why]

Soundwave and Kiloton fighting each other on who gets to eat it tonight while Megatron sits by herself on the bed because her stupid husbands can never share

#transformers #suggestive #implied valveplug #megatron #soundwave #kiloton #megasound #kilotron #kilomegs #kilomegasound

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

My First Contact Au Beachcomber would flirt with Kade Burns if he had a holoform and got over the whole human-pet thing.

He is, in fact, a large, fat, jovial, flamboyantly gay man who absolutely ends up with a whole entourage of gay and bi mechs around him and his friends.

(Boulder to this day has a huge crush on this man. He's happily married, but it's like having a celebrity crush on him. It's completely based on Beachcomber being pretty and having a job that lets him get close to interesting 'animals')

It makes sense in my head at least for bigger mechs to be the beauty standard among non flyers/racers, who have their own beauty culture. Like, inside their own universes, the rescue bots, especially Heatwave, are seen as attractive. Also, it makes sense when it comes to femme frames and transfemme bots, since we see that their augments are seen as countercultural.

But anyway, here's an au within an au of the rescue bots getting an eyeful of the first attractive civilian in years. (And in Quickshadow's case, decades)

"um, don't look now, but that's the new civilian mech Optimus sent over." Heatwave said, trying to not sound like a teenager while trying to process just how pretty the new guy was.

"huh, Heatwave, I didn't know you had a thing for bigger guys." Kade said.

"but he's perfect? Well, aesthetically. I haven't met him yet- holy Primus, Quintus had a field day with that face." Kade watched as the bot pulled into a parking lot in order to talk to a couple of townspeople. "Kade, I am pulling over."

"Heatwave, why are your seats warming up?"

Heatwave screeched to a halt, remembering he had a passenger. "Oh, sorry. That's a bit awkward. Anyway." He popped open his driver's side door. "You get out, and I talk to the new bot that definitely has more of a spark chamber than I do. No really. Get out." Kade, getting the innuendo but not understanding it, bailed out for his sanity. Heatwave transformed, and he could see The New Bot checking him out while chatting with Haley and a few of her students.

Heatwave flinched as he got a comm link request with the bots details. His name was Beachcomber. He hopped on it immediately.

:Hey, I heard you're new.: he messaged, trying not to look too awkward, staring off into space while focused on something that existed entirely in his head. (Well, really his ear, but semantics.)

: aren't humans amazing?: the bot replied :I wish Cilla and Jane could be here, Earth is just beautiful. It has its problems, but there's something about them that is absolutely stunning:

Heatwave paused, moving to lean against a brick wall, being careful to take up only a single parking spot. :my name is Heatwave:

: Beachcomber. I have a platonic human companion, Jane, who's with her adopted daughter Cilla. They are out shopping, but I couldn't help myself but interact with the locals:

:you are from space though?:

:multiverse stuff. I think we will get sent home soon though. There are doubles of all three of us, Optimus just needs to track down Janette's so we can go home.:

:you said companions?:

: legally, they can't return to their earth. They were both kidnapped and trafficked to Cybertron, they were found in the streets by passersby and since I was the nearest exotic vet, I volunteered to be their host for the rest of their stay.:

Two women darted between Heatwave's feet, absolutely fearless as they ran up to Beachcomber. They spoke to him in rough galactic common before Beachcomber took their bags and scooped them up onto his shoulder, the two of them sitting in the groove of where his neck met shoulder plating.

:I have to go. Good meeting you.:

#maccadam #transformers #transformers rescue bots #transformers prime #first contact au #suggestive #implied valveplug #human trafficking

[kawareo]

I guess this is how first Coshacons comic will go then

hear me out but Brakecheck and Tarn would be best buddies with benefits (benefits being paperwork filed so perfectly it'd give Ultra Magnus a slutty slutty spark spasm)

for bonus points just imagine both of their teams being in a room next to this one

#coshacons #osha oc #oc x canon #so stupid im so sorry #valveplug #? #implied? #tarn transformers #idw #strikendown au #mtmte #transformers #transformers oc #fanart #comic #my oc art #brakecheck #tarcheck #cosha #transformers djd #djd

[archie-sunshine]

Ghost of scrapper bothering prowl?

#archie answers #transformers #my requests #valveplug #technically in the most stupid sense #my art #prowl #scrapper #constructiprowl #implied #suggestive

[bardockarts]

Shockblurrs from class yesterday. Maybe sometime I’ll clean some of these up

#shockblurr #TFA #TFA shockwave #TFA blurr #transformers animated #forgive me I was in class and did not look up refs or anything #valveplug #(or at least implied nothing’s visible)

[azharmasdumpy]

just got myself the blurr legacy figure …. blue toybot hehheheh

full pic on his onlyfans

#I CANT STOP THINKING ABT HIM #valveplug #not really #i guess??? #heavily implied LOL #blurr #transformers #blurr tf

[mychlapci]

🔞deadlock pussy!!🔞

+ bitey baby deadlock sketches bc i love him

#valveplug #i dont fucking know what happened to me today. enjoy deadlock #ratchlock #implied

[robooby]

@mychlapci i was inspired by one of your posts about Rodimus being something of a spike sleeve for Ultra Magnus and Megatron (but this one focuses on Magnus). I’ve written porn or smut before, but nothing quite like this, so I hope you enjoy it!

Being captain of the Lost Light was good. Rodimus had always enjoyed it, even when bad things happened, no matter how much he complained and bitched. It gave him purpose, something to be, a job to do. It was good. It was all Rodimus could’ve asked for, even if he did have to share the title with Megatron, of all mechs.

But, Primus, this was so much better. Ultra Magnus’ hips jerked up slightly, barely a movement at all, but it still had Rodimus biting his lip to keep a whine in. His valve cycled and clenched around the thick spike inside him, desperately wishing it would move and pound him until he couldn’t see straight.

They were on the Bridge, Ultra Magnus in the captains chair with Rodimus in his lap, valve and spike out and exposed to the rest of the room. He’d been told some time ago, Rodimus couldn’t even remember when, his processor so destroyed with mind-numbing pleasure, that if he was going to slack off on his paperwork and make Ultra Magnus and Megatron do it for them, he’d at least keep them warm while they did.

So began Rodimus’ new career as little more than a spike-sleeve.

Rodimus gripped the arms of the seat so tightly he was a little worried he’d damage it, but then his valve clenched involuntarily, and the thought was gone while pleasure lit up along his nodes. He had to keep his hands on the chair, else he’d be unable to stop himself from rubbing his anterior node raw.

“Stay still,” Ultra Magnus chided him. Rodimus bit back another whine, so desperate for an overload, just one. Anything other than the teasing, almost enough weight of the spike in his valve. At the same time, though, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered more than being pliant and obedient, a perfect, warm place for Ultra Magnus to stick his spike.

Being like this, just a stupid, tight, wet place for Ultra Magnus, and Megatron, for that matter, to keep their spikes, was both a gift for him, and a punishment.

It was good, wonderful, even, to constantly have a spike inside of him, to have to worry about nothing more than a solid overload. Therein lied the punishment, though. They were in this because he was almost of doing data-work, half of a captains entire responsibility. That was why Magnus and Megatron had to take over, and why he was what he was now. Rodimus had to earn his keep, make it up to them, in other ways. One of the main ones being unable to overload until they said he could. Another, smaller one, was that he wasn’t supposed to make noise until he could overload, to keep from distracting the others on the Bridge with how desperately he was for spike.

Rodimus moved a little again, just the barest rock of his hips. It didn’t do anything aside from grin Magnus’ spike into his ceiling node, but Primus, was it good. He melted a little at the friction, weighing the benefits of continuing until he’d caught his overload.

A big hand quickly dropped down to Rodimus’ array, and then two thick fingers were cruelly pinching his neglected anterior node. Rodimus squealed, his jerking at the pleasure-pain lighting up his processor.

“I told you to stay still once, already,” Ultra Magnus scolded him and tugged on the node again, just to get his point across. Rodimus moaned loudly at that, finally giving up at being quiet, his mouth dropping open and his tongue falling out. “Is this too hard for you?”

It was mocking. Oh, Primus, it was mean and rude and not like how Magnus usually was. It made a fresh gush of lubricant leak out around the thick spike spearing his valve open, making everything all the wetter.

He started babbling a little, barely even aware of the quiet, breathy, “please, please, please, please, please”’s coming out of him as oral fluid dripped down his chin. Rodimus needed to overload, he needed it so bad, he’d been sitting there for so long, charge crackling all over his frame, just begging for a release that he wasn’t getting, he needed, he needed, he needed–

A loud, wet, squelching snap cracked through the bridge, not even registering to everyone else on shift, all very used to this situation. Rodimus choked a bit on his own oral fluid, pain climbing up from his array where his poor, sensitive node was just slapped, stimulation just short of enough.

“Stay still,” Magnus ordered, and Rodimus did his best to obey.

They stayed like that for the rest of the shift, Ultra Magnus being productive and efficient while his pretty spike sleeve did his best to stay still and undistracting. Every now and again, he would screw up, and his pretty, puffy node would get pinched or slapped, and Rodimus would try again. He wound up thinking less, getting dumber and dumber the longer he was denied overload.

Eventually, though, Ultra Magnus set aside his last data-pad. Rodimus, too floaty and out of it to notice, simply sat there, thighs quivering. Using the moment of distraction, Ultra Magnus grabbed his red, pretty hips and lifted him up, then quickly dropped down. Rodimus dropped with a squeal, his charge sky-rocketing with the friction. If he’d been a touch more aware of himself, he would’ve fear lighting on fire.

As it was, he didn’t care, and so he lifted himself up as best he could, and bounced on the big, thick, marvellous spike inside him, fast as he could manage. Everytime he dropped down, Magnus would thrust up, and pound into his ceiling node. The length of it lit every node in Rodimus’ valve aflame, and he moaned each time he felt it.

It didn’t take very long until Magnus reached around and rubbed at Rodimus’ puffy node, red and sensitive from all the pinching and slapping. He rubbed at it furiously, causing Rodimus to writhe with pleasure, going from bouncing to instead grind the spikehead as deep as he could, until it was butting up against his gestation tank.

Rodimus was moaning long and loud, barely able to catch a breath before another wave of pleasure forced him to moan again. Then, then, it started cresting, building higher and higher, taking him further and further from the bridge, getting whiter and brighter and all consuming and–

Overload washed over him, his valve squirting out fluid around Magnus’ spike while his own spike spurted up all over himself. He twitched with aftershocks while Magnus kept pounding into him, chasing his own overload. Optical fluid leaked out from the corners of his optics as his valve was roughly used, overstimulation making his spoiler quake. Then, it stopped, heat flooding his valve and gestation tank.

Rodimus flopped against Magnus’ chassis, only partially aware of Magnus pulling out of him and thick transfluid oozing out of him. Magnus gentle picked him up and set him back down on the chair after Magnus slipped out. His valve was slowly leaking a puddle onto the seat as Rodimus noticed Megatron walking on the Bridge, his panels transforming aside and spike pressurising at the sight of him.

#valveplug #my writing #rodimus prime #rodimags #ultra magnus #megatron #megarod <- implied #not beta read

[spikezonebby]

Okay yes I love kobd and kobdss but there is so much potential in the way that Breakdown's death could affect Knock Out.

We don't know for a fact that they were together in Prime but we do know they valued each other and considered each other "partners." But it was something chill enough that after Silas showed up wearing Breakdown's body like the iron man suit, Knock Out takes to dissecting his late partner's body like a frog in a high school biology class.

Does that show that Knock Out simply didn't care? Starscream certainly thought so if his question to Knocks in that episode was anything to go off of.

But I think Knock Out *did* care, but he grieves through action. He grieves through taking something that's been defaced and defiled, and reframing it. Maybe it's an extension of his confidence in himself, that even dissecting Breakdown's body is still making it better than what Silas did to it?

Then we can carry that grief and that "grieving through action" thing and apply it to Knock Out's other relationships. Particularly one with Starscream for koss purposes.

I want to see Knock Out get irrationally protective and possessive over Starscream. I want to see him take things like buffing out scratches or soldering wires or reapplying paint, and make them his labor of love. Doing these things, making them better, and *insisting* he do them. Because they're meditative to him, his way of killing the pain that threatens someone he cares about and fixing it.

You can apply that to the berth too. If he saw dissecting Breakdown as some means of reclaiming what Silas took, maybe he likes leaving his own scratches and bite marks atop the damage Starscream takes?

#transformers #transformers prime #tfp knockout #tfp starscream #koss #tfp breakdown #kobdss #valveplug #implied #transformers headcanon

[callsign-relic]

Thinking about Milfotron and his cervix human:

The residual sparkling protocol making him antsy whenever he’s not in proximity with Human, and when the human returns he lingers around them for a while, listening in on their greetings and chats with the other bots. Shooting a fierce glare to anyone who’s flirty or wants to do something dangerous fun. As for wether or not it effective, depends on the bot.

He fusses like a mom but in a grouchy dad way:

- “This planet weather drops dramatically, be sure to pack your necessary equipment… actually it’s better if you remain on the ship. What do you mean no? It doesn’t matter that Rodimus said you can, I’m your carri-captain!… And as your captain, I’m ordering you to go back to the ship. What do you mean ‘Nu-uh’?! Hey! Don’t run away from me you little-”

- “Shouldn’t you eat more? You’re lighter than before and we’re not short on humanitarian supplies.”

- “You’re a mess, clean yourself up.” *as he’s actively already cleaning them with a soft material he just had for no particular reason on him*.

- Any mutter of anything sounding like an “oops” Or “oh shit” coming from hissparkling the human as he’s already hovering over them seeing what wrong. Primus forbid they say any variation of ‘ouch’ they were put into his surprisingly comfortable ‘subspace’ after assuring him that they were fine and the small injury was no big deal.

- The human lets out a yelp from getting surprise scooped up by one of their friends and Megatron’s on the other side of the room 0.3 from drawing his weapon.

The Human’s a bit homesick and misses human bonds/connections so secretly, despite all the teasing they really enjoy getting dotted on, it’s like a reward.

MILFOTRON OH MY GOD AHAHAHSHS

But omg I love this relation he’s developing with his cervix human. Did he intend to adopt the human after just wanting a fun night? Not at all. Does he seem to have a problem with this new carrier protocol that seems to take over all his systems when the human’s around? Not at all either. It’s just so hilarious omg

And I’m certain the human must be so confused too. Yeah the human would tease him about that day for days to come, but now Megatron just wouldn’t seem to leave them alone. On one hand it’s sort of nice to be doted on after being the sole human on the ship, but on the other hand… this was Megatron they were talking about. Just about the last person you think would ever have any maternal instincts HAHAHAHA

#relic answers #valveplug #implied

[steviescreen]

You catch Bumblebee right at the very moment the consequences of his gluttony unfold; but instead of trying to make up a million excuses to cover up the spectacle he’s made of himself, Bumblebee only hopes you brought some energon.

#this is my first actual audio and IM SHY ABOUT IT #chubformers #belly kink #valveplug #burp kink #hiccup kink #implied weight gain #bees right buttcheek

[transingthoseformers]

Clearly Tarn in Earthspark means Soundwave will have to share the Cuck Chair

Exactlyyyyy

Lucky them they have each other in this woefully tragic situation /j

#my first thought was ''hell tarn is the cuck chair'' #so #take that as you will #valveplug #tfe tarn #honorary tag #tfe soundwave #soundtarn #implied

[huanted-dennys]

Blue is the top and no one can change my mind

he’s a short dom king

i should not be allowed to speak

#i’ve been in a constant state of either #dramatically over sleeping #or dramatically under sleeping #and this is the consequence of that #i’m not sorry #sunstreaker just likes to be called pretty #Hear me out #maccadam #transformers #valveplug #??? #kinda #it’s implied #mod ramblings #sunnyblue

[final-milf-ratchet]

Wait fuck it's Easter isn't it uhhhhh

Bunnygirl Ultra Magnus and Dreadwing. That is all

#where they hiding them eggs huh 😉😉😉😉 #Dreadwing #ultra magnus #valveplug #not really but #yknow #its implied