#queuebbs

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

Can I have Rodimus getting spitroasted by Magnus and Thunderclash? ;))

...plus a little more ;)

Additional content: cum swallowing, multiple orgasms, (slight) belly bulge, walked in on, thigh job, hand job, blow job

....ye

Before he knows what exactly is happening, Thunderclash is pushed against Rodimus’ desk with a surprising amount of strength from the speedster that has his helm spinning. He looks down to meet optics burning into him that pin him to the spot and make his spark burn in his chest that heightens as Rodimus’ hands drag down his sides, digging into him. Those hands are claiming him, his thoughts provide oh so helpfully and he dismisses the thought as quickly as it appears.

“I want to suck your spike,” Rodimus declares over Thunderclash’s chest, his hot vents tickling Thunderclash’s plating.

Thunderclash swallows thickly and he knows he’s panting already but he can’t get himself to stop as he nods.

“I-I’d like that,” Thunderclash feels the whirl of his spark in his intake and grips tightly onto the desk as Rodimus slides down over his frame until his mouth is hovering over Thunderclash’s spike cover, “I’d like that very much.”

Rodimus smirks up at him, his gaze dimming with hunger and he closes his optics as he places a searing kiss on Thunderclash’s plating and licks over the seam, the plating snapping open for him. He chuckles and Thunderclash feels heat rising to his face, embarrassed at how much Rodimus is effecting him, at how easily Rodimus could get to him. Then, his captain is running his glossa over the tip of his still depressurized spike and he forgets any shame and moans low in his chest. Rodimus takes the tip of his half-pressurized spike into his mouth and sucks hard while running his glossa underneath it, igniting the nodes there. Thunderclash leans heavily against the desk, dizzy with the feeling of heat burning into his very core, making it feel like his processor is melting. He can’t think about anything except  Rodimus’ mouth around his spike and chokes out a half cry as his spike suddenly pressurizes fully into Rodimus’ intake. He’s about to apologize but the words die on his glossa as Rodimus moans around his spike and as he sucks on it hard.

The door to the office opens suddenly and a datapad falls to the ground with a loud clatter and Thunderclash meets Ultra Magnus’ stunned expression and immediately wants to die as something aking to shame burns in his chest. Unbothered, Rodimus frees Thunderclash’s spike from his mouth with a pop then takes it one hand to stroke it lazily as he places an open-mouthed kiss at the base of it. Momentarily, Thunderclash is distracted by the yellow hand squeezing his spike just below the tip, clashing with the stripes of teal and the soft lip brushing his spike. Rodimus runs his glossa along the base of Thunderclash’s spike as he looks up at him, his blue optics freezing Thunderclash to the spot, unwilling and near unable to move. As he almost casually jerks Thunderclash off, Rodimus presses his cheek against Thunderclash’s pelvic plating as he looks to Ultra Magnus who now has a noticeable blush on his faceplates.

“Close and lock the door,” Rodimus orders, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Ultra Magnus obeys then his senses seem to come back to him somewhat as he asks, “What?”

Rodimus looks back up to Thunderclash, looking for something while calling back over to Ultra Magnus, “Join us.”

Thunderclash shrugs then nods and Rodimus gives him a brilliant smile, clearly delighted as he looks back over to Ultra Magnus who hesitates at the other side of the room. Ultra Magnus tears his optics from Rodimus to Thunderclash who beckons him over with one hand. Outbid by even himself, Ultra Magnus walks over and kneels behind Rodimus, running his hand over Rodimus’ hip then lower to his valve getting him to gasp against Thunderclash. Rodimus takes Thunderclash back into his mouth, taking his spike in one go, his intake tightening on Thunderclash’s spike as he swallows experimentally getting him to completely forget his embarrassment.

“You’re so wet,” Ultra Magnus grumbles low and Thunderclash can hear the soft, wet sounds of Ultra Magnus’ thick fingers thrusting in and out of Rodimus’ valve and moans.

Then, Ultra Magnus hooks an arm under Rodimus and stands up, his other hand hooking one of Rodimus’ legs up. Reacting quickly, Thunderclash wraps an arm under Rodimus to help support him. Now fully off the ground, Rodimus stills around Thunderclash’s spike and moans deeply as Ultra Magnus pushes slowly into his valve and lifts up both of his legs. Rodimus digs his fingers into the seams at Thunderclash’s hips, getting Thunderclash to thrust sharply into his throat and hums with approval. Getting the hint, Thunderclash thrusts slow and deep into Rodimus’ intake, Rodimus’ wet glossa running over the nodes along the bottom of his spike. Ultra Magnus thrusts into Rodimus’ valve steadily and hard enough he occasionally pushes Rodimus further onto Thunderclash’s spike. Rodimus makes quiet noises, whimpering and moaning around Thunderclash’s spike as they thrust into him, oral fluid running somewhat from his mouth. His lips tighten around Thunderclash’s spike as he sucks idly while Thunderclash practically uses him like a frag toy and Ultra Magnus’ spike stretches his valve. 

One sharp thrust from Ultra Magnus has Rodimus taking Thunderclash’s spike into his intake roughly and Thunderclash feels himself shake, knowing he’s close to overload. Carefully, he pulls his spike from Rodimus’ mouth with a low grunt and shivers when Rodimus presses his lips to the tip lick over the slit, his hot vents brushing over Thunderclash’s spike.

“I’m close,” Thunderclash pants as Rodimus’ frame bounces in his arm with every thrust from Ultra Magnus.

“Then why did you stop,” Rodimus replies breathlessly sounding frustrated.

“I…” Thunderclash trails off then he clears his intake to ask, “Face or intake?”

“Intake,” Rodimus gasps and moans as Ultra Magnus thrusts roughly into him.

Thunderclash pushes his spike past Rodimus’s lips, his spike suddenly deep in Rodimus’ intake as Ultra Magnus’s thrust pushes him forward onto Thunderclash’s spike, shocking both of them. Rodimus sighs and swallows around Thunderclash’s spike making him moan. Thunderclash thrusts into the tight, wet heat of Rodimus’ intake with sharp thrusts until charge is peaking off his frame and he stiffens as his spike twitches in Rodimus’ mouth, spilling transfluid into Rodimus’ intake that Rodimus swallows down as best as he can eagerly. Venting heavily, Thunderclash pulls out of Rodimus’ mouth, a strand of transfluid follows his spike and stains Rodimus’ lips. He moves to lift Rodimus as he moves closer to Ultra Magnus who shifts his grip on Rodimus so Rodimus is all but pressed between them. Looking down, he can see Rodimus’ valve lips spread wide, stretched as far as they can go by Ultra Magnus’ spike and watches almost entranced by the way his plating bulges slightly every time Ultra Magnus thrusts into him. Rodimus’ hands dig into Thunderclash’s shoulders bringing his attention back to him and he leans in to kiss away the transfluid at the corner of Rodimus’ lips.

Thunderclash puts a hand against Rodimus’ abdominal plating, feeling the press of Ultra Magnus’ spike as it pushes into Rodimus then trails lower to take Rodimus’ spike in his hand. He kisses Rodimus, pushing his glossa between Rodimus’ lips and tasting himself on Rodimus’ glossa while stroking Rodimus’ spike in time with Magnus’ thrusts. Rodimus pants and moans into his mouth, wrapping his arms around Thunderclash’s neck. Then, transfluid spills over Thunderclash’s hand as Rodimus screams into his mouth in overload and Thunderclash can feel his frame still with Ultra Magnus who overloads deep in Rodimus’ valve. Thunderclash breaks the kiss and Rodimus’ helm falls to his shoulder while Thunderclash pulls away enough to see transfluid push past Ultra Magnus’ spike from Rodimus’ valve to drip onto the floor. He swallows down a moan as Magnus pulls out of Rodimus and transfluid gushes from Rodimus’ valve who shivers in his arms at the feeling.

Pushing Rodimus against Magnus, Thunderclash runs his fingers through Rodimus’ folds and over his node. Rodimus pulls him back into a kiss as his hips thrust involuntarily into Thunderclash’s touch, demanding more. Thunderclash presses his spike against Rodimus’ entrance and pushes in slowly, savoring the feelings of Rodimus’ soaked valve around his spike. He loses all sense of control, and thrusts fast and hard into Rodimus making him whimper as he takes him against Magnus. Magnus’ spike, hot and firm presses against them and thrusts between Thunderclash’s thighs in time with his thrusts into Rodimus. Rodimus breaks the kiss so he can vent as he cries out loudly, feeling like he could break as he writhes in Magnus’ grip with Thunderclash thrusting into him like this, pressing against his ceiling node hard with every thrust. His optics white-out and his valve clenches down on Thunderclash’s spike, getting him to overlord with a yell, screaming Rodimus’ name. Ultra Magnus grunts over them and Thunderclash can feel hot transfluid run down his thighs as Magnus’ spike pulses between them.

They cling to each other as they collapse to the floor, venting heavily as they come down from overload. Thunderclash presses kisses thoughtlessly all over Rodimus’ face and shoulders, getting him to giggle and sigh into the touch. Thunderclash pulls out of Rodimus and Magnus releases him, letting Rodimus fall limply into Thunderclash’s arms, his optics growing dull with exhaustion. Magnus rises shakily and opens the door to peek out and check the halls then gestures for Thunderclash to come. He nods and hefts Rodimus up as he stands, faltering for a moment as his legs give slightly beneath him then walks to follow Magnus, quickly moving through the halls to get Rodimus back to his quarters.

Once they’re all cleaned up, they lay Rodimus in his berth and are about to leave until Rodimus drags them both down to join him. Caught in a surprisingly strong grip, they both give in to their fate and fall into recharge with him.

#valveplug #rodimus #thunderclash #ultra magnus #rodiclash #rodimags #hot magnum thunder #idk #nubbs writes #queuebbs #Anonymous

[queenforadaay]

#vic fuentes #pierce the veil #band::gif #queuebbs #1k #ptv::gifs

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

Lemon Shots

Brainstorm and a few others decide it’s a fun idea to try flaming transfluid shots... Perceptor disapproves...

content: alcohol, handjob, cum eating, fire

“I can’t believe I’m letting this happen in my bar…” Swerve covers his heated face but leaves gaps between his fingers so he can watch everything that’s currently going down.

Trailcutter pants as Brainstorm’s hand works his spike, fingers curling to play between the ridges of his spike and the expressive yellow biolights that are flashing wildly. A bead of transfluid escapes his slit and Brainstorm dips his helm down to lap it up with a slow lick of his glossa, his optics flashing with excitement. Trailcutter grips the edge of the bar until the metal creaks under his fingers, trying not to be too loud even though he knows practically everyone’s optics are on him. Brainstorm squeezes the base of Trailcutter’s spike and he can’t keep the soft cry from escaping his intake.

“Give it to me all in one go, yeah?” Brainstorm urges with delight edging his breathy voice, clearly no less turned on by this than Trailcutter.

Trailcutter nods frantically, not trusting himself not to just moan anything he would or could say to that and shuts his optics as Brainstorm’s grip becomes tighter and movements faster. Brainstorm takes the head of Trailcutter’s spike into his mouth and sucks hard, pulling back slowly as he continues to stroke Trailcutter’s spike. Trailcutter’s optics snap back open to watch as Brainstorm’s lips slide off his spike, the faintest part of it visible through the gaps in Brainstorm’s cheeks before he pulls off with a pop. With a soft grunt, Trailcutter overloads and Brainstorm is there ready with a glass to catch all but the few drops that manage to land on his face, stroking Trailcutter through his overload until he collapses back, spent. As Trailcutter pants while slumped back onto the bar, cooling down after his overload, Brainstorm pops up back onto his pedes to accept a cloth from First Aid to wipe off the transfluid on his face and to set the glass full of bright pink transfluid on the bar in front of Swerve. Swerve stares at the viscous fluid with a bit of trepidation but prepares the cocktail anyway, pouring the dangerous-looking green engex into shot glasses. Then, he hesitates to add the final component.

Seeing this, Brainstorm sighs and picks up the glass and swirls around the transfluid casually while saying, “Come on, Swerve, why the cold pedes? It’d be a waste to not use this transfluid that Trailcutter so kindly offered us. You don’t have to drink any yourself, you know but there are those of us eager to try it.”

Off to the side, Trailcutter finishes tucking in his spike and looks away with no small amount of embarrassment and coughs awkwardly. Swerve’s optics flicker between Trailcutter and the ominous glass before him to settle on the glass before taking it from Brainstorm’s precarious hold. Rodimus stifles a snicker on one side as he patiently watches the entire scene go down. With care, Swerve pours small measures of the transfluid over a bar spoon into the five shots and sets aside the glass that still holds a reasonable amount of transfluid. Then, with a practiced hand, he sets each shot ablaze. After waiting just a moment to let it burn, Brainstorm picks up a shot to blow it out and down the engex in one go, savoring the salty-sweet tang of the engex mixed with the familiar burn of triple-filtered. First Aid is the next to try it and to Trailcutter’s great dismay, makes a show of it by licking his lips afterward and even winking at Trailcutter. More to get over with it than anything, Trailcutter takes his and downs it quickly, so quickly he coughs at the burn of the engex. Swerve bites his lip as he lifts the glass hesitantly and nervously blows out the flame before also downing it in one go before looking away with his face bright with shame mixed with other feelings that are vibrant in his field. Without hesitation, Rodimus lifts the glass pours the shot, still burning bright into his mouth and holds it there for a few moments before swallowing it down. He opens his mouth to let the built-up smoke escape past his lips in gentle curls then smirks at their dumbstruck expressions.

A tap on Brainstorm’s shoulder brings his attention away from the scene and his smile falters somewhat when faced with the abrasive, cold stare that has been practically perfected by his lab partner. Perceptor’s unimpressed expression almost dampens Brainstorm’s good mood but with effort and a significant amount of practice, he manages to not even look phased.

“Oh, hey, Percy,” Brainstorm greets him with glee, “Come to join in on the fun?”

“How in any way is this something you consider to be appropriate behavior? And in public of all places?” Perceptor snaps and Brainstorm has to suppress the urge to roll his optics.

Rodimus steps in and tries to assuage Perceptor’s feelings with a friendly, “Come on, Percy. We were just-”

He’s cut off by Perceptor’s cold gaze being shot towards him, so, Rodimus decides to put his hands up and back out of the situation altogether. Brainstorm does appreciate the effort though and with First Aid suggesting other “cocktails” to Trailcutter who stays very quiet and Swerve who is very pointedly cleaning glasses, it doesn’t look like he’d get much help otherwise. Perceptor waits for his explanation as his optics wander to the others before landing back Perceptor and a particularly devious idea comes to his mind.

“What is it, Percy?” Brainstorm coos mockingly as he puts the empty shot glass back to his lips with his optics locked with Perceptor’s, “Jealous it wasn’t yours?”

Perceptor stiffens with surprise then settles on scowling and is about to undoubtedly tell Brainstorm off but then Brainstorm is licking the dregs of the shot in a purposefully provocative way that has Perceptor speechless. Setting the shot glass aside, Brainstorm grins cheekily as Perceptor scoffs, anything he could have said dying on his glossa and Brainstorm grins cheekily with a victory on his servos, however petty and underhanded it is. Of course, never one to know when to stop playing with fire, Brainstorm leans on the bar and waves over to Swerve to catch his attention, making him flinch and almost drop the glass he’d been drying.

“Y-yeah, Brainstorm?” Swerve sets the glass aside and his optics flicker for a moment to Perceptor.

“Could you make one more of those shots?”

“Uh,” Swerve stalls and glances at Perceptor again then sighs and shrugs, “Sure, why not?”

In no time at all, Swerve puts another flaming shot in Brainstorm’s hand who offers it to Perceptor. Looking at it with open disgust, Percpetor’s glare only grows darker but Brainstorm is determined to get Perceptor to drop his guard, to dip a little into the depraved. He’s always wondered what kinds of things Perceptor would be willing to do, what it would be like to do those things with him…

“Here,” Brainstorm dangles the shot between, and with the precarious til of his hand, he realizes that maybe the engex is getting to him, “It’s all been consensual. No one’s done anything they didn’t want to do. So, try it. We’re scientists, aren’t we? It doesn’t hurt to be curious even if it verges on the side of morbidly curious.”

“Your strange fascination for the unnerving and nonsensical is not universal,” Perceptor puts firmly, holding up a hand to create a slight barrier between him and the flaming drink.

Brainstorm does roll his optics this time and sighs with no small amount of sarcasm, “Weren’t you a Wrecker? You must have seen and gotten up to things far more wild and depraved than this. Whatever happened to that Perceptor? Did he ever really exist?”

Perceptor grits his denta, going quiet and Brainstorm knows he’s struck a neurotransmitter, however small it might be and decides to really dig in his heals knowing full well that this could be one of his worse ideas. When has he ever let that stop him?

“You don’t have to drink of course,” Brainstorm sets the shot to the side and waves it all off, “but you can’t come in here and call me a degenerate when everyone knows your record.”

For a moment, everything is still and Brainstorm feels very full of himself as Perceptor stays quiet, knowing he can’t argue with Brainstorm but then Perceptor picks up the shot. Perceptor blows it out while looking Brainstorm right in the optic and pours it into his mouth. Not expecting that, Brainstorm doesn’t move, doesn’t even think to as Perceptor cups his face and kisses Brainstorm fully. Their lips mesh together and the warm burn of engex fills Brainstorm’s mouth as the drink pools out from Perceptor’s and his glossa slides past Brainstorm’s lips. He tastes the drink on Brainstorm’s glossa, holding his face firmly as he kisses the breath from Brainstorm. Brainstorm’s intake works as he drinks down the shot, intoxicated more by the taste of Perceptor than the engex itself. Then Perceptor is pulling away and Brainstorm doesn’t know what to do except hold tight onto the places on Perceptor’s frame he’d instinctively grabbed. Perceptor wipes away the trail of engex at the corner of Brainstorm’s mouth with his thumb and leans in close once more.

“The difference between you and me, Brainstorm,” Perceptor whispers so his vent brush Brainstorm’s lips, making him shiver, “is I know when to be depraved and when not to continue to procrastinate on my latest job.”

With that Perceptor, pulls away from Brainstorm and walks out of the bar, leaving a stunned Brainstorm in his wake. First Aid comes up beside him with a low whistle.

“I guess he really did have it in him, huh?”

Brainstorm nods and brings up his hand to touch his lips that still tingle with the sensation of Perceptor’s lips.

#valveplug #brainstorm #perceptor #simpatico #nubbs writes #rodimus #first aid #trailcutter #swerve #queuebbs

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

Agh, I messed up and deleted the ask accidentally because yeah BUT I still did the ask so.. here’s prowl/hook with submissive hook and binds, especially a leash

Icy optics look down at Hook, sending a shiver down his spinal strut. A harsh creak snaps in the air as Prowl’s hand tenses on the leash wrapped around it as he pulls Hook forward to further situate him between his thighs as he sits in the flimsy chair that makes do as his throne. Prowl runs his thumb over Hook’s lower lip as he keeps his gaze steady making Hook struggle unconsciously against the binds on his wrists. Hook parts his mouth at the pressure of Prowl’s thumb against his lips, his hot vents rushing out as the digit pushes past his lips and presses it against his wet glossa. A satisfied smirk spreads across Prowl’s face as he takes in Hook’s desperate look, his thumb pulling away from Hook’s panting mouth trailing a strand of oral fluid then running over Hook’s lower lip affectionately. Prowl lowers his helm to kiss Hook, feeling Hook’s desperate, hot pants on his lips before they mesh, Hook’s plating almost searing hot against his own. A sharp jolt of charge jumps over Prowl’s plating and he lets out a slow vent as he grins in excitement. As he breaks away, he pushes away the chair he’d been sitting on in favor of straddling Hook’s hips just short of his spike, the overheated plating all but burning Prowl’s thighs. Hook’s thick spike stands straight and rigid, shining with pre-fluid as the yellow biolights along its length flash wildly with the anticipation building in his lines as the heat becomes almost unbearable, his whole body humming with his fans working as hard as they can but he remains without relief. When Prowl grinds his valve cover down on Hook’s thick spike the heat seeps through his thick plating almost instantly, teasing his valve and making him gasp as he shudders.

Prowl panels open so fast the resounding “click” of them falling into place is audible above Hook’s heavy pants that have increased now at the site of Prowl’s wet valve. He wishes he could touch it so badly but once again, for all his straining, Hook is only met with the harsh sound of straining binds. The wet mesh against Hook’s spike is like a shock to his systems making his spike twitch between the folds of Prowl’s valve as Prowl sucks in a sharp vent at the sheer heat of the spike and he can feel his lubricant running from his valve onto Hook’s pelvic plating. With shaking legs, Prowl lifts up to run his valve along the length of Hook’s spike, the thick ridges bumping against his pulsing node. It becomes too much, even from such little contact and Prowl drags Hook towards him by the leash into a messy kiss that’s more a desperate mashing of glossa than anything. Prowl rises fully until the head of Hook’s spike is pressed against his entrance, his own internal temperature finally matching Hook’s as he sinks down on the thick spike.

Rolling his hips, Prowl feels the head of Hook’s spike press against his ceiling node, the thickness of the spike fills him so completely he can barely move so the roll of his hips are stunted. The ridges of Hook’s spike press and rub against node clusters making Prowl twitch and gasp. Finally, he slowly lifts up so Hook’s spike slides from his valve coated in lubricant with his valve squeezing hard down on the spike making Hook grunt and struggle against the binds, wanting to hold Prowl’s hips so badly. Hook’s spike slides free from Prowl’s valve with a string of lubricant that breaks and further coats the head of Hook’s spike that twitches as the biolights pulse erratically. Hook makes a sound of frustration at the loss of Prowl’s hot valve and strains once again against his binds only to fall slack, panting heavily from the charge and exertion. Prowl hums low with a satisfied smirk and presses his valve against the head of Hook’s spike, letting it slip through his folds while only letting it barely push past his entrance getting Hook to growl, the binds creaking even more dangerously.

With his spark pulsing rapidly in excitement at seeing Hook nearing his breaking point, Prowl slowly lowers himself back onto Hook’s spike, watching as Hook grits his denta at how agonizingly slow Prowl’s moving. Each ridge pushes past Prowl’s entrance in slow succession, met with the tightening of the binds on Hook’s arms, each subtle creak queuing Prowl to move even slower. Then, a harsh snap cracks in the air, and in a rush of movement Hook’s hands are on Prowl’s hips pushing him down the rest of the way onto his spike getting Prowl to cry out. Hook lifts Prowl back up and doesn’t so much as pause to remove the ripped binds from his arms as he begins to thrust wildly into Prowl, Prowl’s entire frame bouncing with the harsh movement. Prowl smiles with wicked excitement and tugs on the leash to bring Hook closer as the wet sound of Hook’s spike moving in and out of him fills the air, his hips aching wonderfully with the tightening of Hook’s hold. Hook moves Prowl onto his back and lifts up his hips so his spike can push deep into Prowl’s valve.

With one last jerky thrust, Hook cries out at the sudden burst of charge in his systems that catches him completely off-guard as transfluid spills from his spike coating Prowl’s valve completely. Prowl gasps and drags Hook down by the leash to kiss him as his own overload courses through him, his legs writhing around Hook’s hips until he falls back panting and spent.

Cupping Hook’s face, Prowl studies him with an affectionate, hazy look, “Such a bad mech, breaking your binds and making such a mess.”

Hook presses his face against Prowl’s hand, his face growing hot for a much different reason now.

Prowl hums and says, “I suppose I can forgive you this time.”

He kisses Hook’s cheek and sighs contentedly as Hook wraps his arms protectively around Prowl, his spike still deep in Prowl’s valve.

#prowl/hook #prowl #hook #valveplug #nubbs writes #nubbs #queuebbs

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

if you don't mind, cyberverse perceptor/dead end in master/pet play respectively? dead end getting having a degradation kink? (I didn't see cyberverse on your request rules list so feel free to ignore this although I saw you recently completed a cyberverse request?)

Yeah, I answered that one a while back even though it wasn’t on the page because I’d gotten around to watching it and I was like eh might as well. I’ve updated it now so ye.

~pet time~

Additional content: vibrator, fingering, oral, facial

Perceptor can tell he’s nervous from the way Dead End’s optics are looking down and away from him as he kneels on the ground, flicking up briefly to Perceptor when he approaches him. Walking slowly towards Dead End, Perceptor leans down and fastens a black collar with silver studs around Dead End’s neck, slipping one digit under it and gliding it around to the front to make sure it’s not too tight. Dead End bites his lip and tentatively reaches up to feel the collar around his neck.

Perceptor cups Dead End’s cheek to get him to look up at him, “You’re sure you want to try this?”

Dead End nods and replies quietly, “Yeah… Yes, please.”

“Very well,” Perceptor leans back up and saunters over to the berth, “Then let’s begin.”

He waits for a moment, watching Dead End shift and toss his head side to side in a way that’s just too adorable, especially with how it’s just from nerves.

“Come here,” Perceptor orders firmly, pointing to the spot in front of him.

Dead End starts to stand up but Perceptor stops him with a sharp, “No, on your hands and knees.”

Faltering for a moment, Dead End gets fully on his hands and knees then crawls over to Perceptor and sits at his feet. The dark coloration of Dead End’s faceplates brings a light smile to Perceptor’s face as he pets the top of Dead End’s helm.

“What a sweet pet you make,” Perceptor chuckles as Dead End’s face grows darker.

“Per-” Dead End begins but Perceptor cuts him off with a gentle finger to his lips.

“Ah, pets don’t speak,” Perceptor moves his hand away and rests it on Dead End’s helm, “Try again.”

Dead End works his jaw for a moment before letting out a soft sound reminiscent of a cybercat and Perceptor pets his head as a reward.

“Good, now come up onto the berth so I can give my cute pet some attention.”

Dead End eagerly pushes up and settles into Perceptor’s lap so he’s straddling Perceptor which only gets him a sigh and a gentle tap on his nose.

“That’s strike three, I’m afraid,” Perceptor admonishes him as he gently moves Dead End off his lap and stands up, “You’re being a rather ill-behaved pet. Do you know what happens to naughty pets?”

Dead End shivers as Perceptor leans in close with his hand cupping Dead End’s chin as his voice dips low. He tenses his shoulders and pushes his face into Perceptor’s touch as he responds with a soft, curious mew.

Perceptor grins and answers with a wicked lilt to his voice, “Naughty pets get put into time out.”

Pulling away, Perceptor puts his hand behind Dead End’s helm and gently leads him over to a padded area big enough for Dead End to kneel in, a pet bed really. Dead End waits there as Perceptor goes away for a moment then comes back with a toy in his hand. He kneels in front of Dead End who can now see that Perceptor is holding their remote control vibrator. Without being told to do so, Dead End spreads his legs and lets Perceptor strap the vibrator to his valve cover.

“Now, like a good a pet, you’re going to stay here until I tell you that you can leave this spot,” Perceptor explains while casually twirling the remote in one hand as he stands back up, “I’ll just be over there catching up on some reading so I won’t be out of sight, okay?”

Dead End responds with soft mew and Perceptor leans down to give the top of Dead End’s helm a kiss.

“Then behave, my sweet.”

Just as he said, Perceptor walks off to sit down and pull out a datapad to look over, crossing his legs as he does so. With barely a glance, Perceptor turns on the vibrator to a low setting that has Dead End shifting his legs at the insistent vibration going straight to his valve. Even with such little stimulation, he’s already rocking into it, knowing that Perceptor has complete control over him and the blissful torture centered on his valve. The setting is turned up, the vibration now having Dead End bury his face in the soft pad beneath him and keening, the sensations are strong enough to keep him on the edge with enough to stimulate but not enough to get him to overload. Suddenly, the vibrations ebb, making him unconsciously push his aft into the sensation despite knowing that won’t help before it’s brought back up, forcing him to flip onto his back in his desperation to chase the feeling in his valve to overload. 

He’s shifting wildly with his hands digging into the pet bed, keening and moaning nonsensically. Looking over, he can see Perceptor smiling like he’s about to laugh, laugh at how desperate Dead End is getting. That look goes straight to Dead End’s valve as he fights back the urge to touch himself or to go to Perceptor so he’ll touch him, bring him to overload. Instead, knowing the name of the game, he mewls while looking Perceptor right in the optic, and once he starts he lets his vocalizer run free, mewing and crying out softly as he squirms against the vibrator. Dead End can feel lubricant leaking past his panel and onto the pet bed below but he can’t find it in himself to care. Then the vibrator stops cold getting Dead End to make a sharp sound of protest. Perceptor is chuckling softly now as he kneels next to Dead End to remove the vibrator, the soft brush of his fingers against Dead End’s panel being enough to get him to keen.

“You’ve been very patient,” Perceptor praises as he runs a hand up the expanse of Dead End’s chest, “I think my adorable pet deserves some attention.”

Perceptor walks back over to the berth and sits down then pats the spot next to him. Eagerly, Dead End crawls over to the berth then gets on it first with his arms then swings his legs up so he can rest his head in Perceptor’s lap. He pushes his face into Perceptor’s thigh as Perceptor gently pets his helm, gently trailing his hand from Dead End’s helm to his back then all over again.

“Get you desperate enough and you become such an obedient pet,” Perceptor chuckles as he pets Dead End.

Dead End shifts onto his back, his head still in Perceptor’s lap, bringing his hand up in approximation to paws and mews up at his master.

Perceptor rolls his optics with a bright smile still plastered on his face, “Yes, yes, my pet. You’ll get your treat now.”

Dead End shivers as Perceptor delicately trails his hand down Dead End’s chest to rest on his wet panels that part at Perceptor’s touch. As Perceptor’s fingers curl into Dead End’s entrance, he arches at the touch mews softly.

“You’ve made such a mess,” Perceptor scolds softly, running his free hand over Dead End’s cheek, “Such a naughty pet I have.”

Dead End nuzzles into Perceptor’s hand as the fingers inside him brush against sensitive nodes, lubricant pushing past them and onto the berth. He pushes against the digits filling him, needing more and mewling forlornly when they slip out only to rub against his anterior node, making him jump and squirm. Keens, soft cries, and mews are pulled from his intake as Perceptor rubs his node until the charge building in his array suddenly crashes over and he’s crying out in overload, his hips twitching and his node pulsing with heat and charge against Perceptor’s fingers. As he calms down, Perceptor’s hand brushes his face gently, easing Dead End back into Perceptor’s lap.

“My, it seems I overworked my pet, you overloaded so quickly on my fingers,” Perceptor tuts over Dead End, bringing his lubricant fingers up to his mouth to lick off the lubricant coating them.

Dead End resists the urge to hide his face and slips off the berth to kneel at Perceptor’s pedes.

Perceptor spreads his legs and reaches down to cup Dead End’s chin, “I think it’s time for my pet to serve his master.”

Dead End leans forward and presses his glossa against Perceptor’s spike cover, the hot, wet mesh sending a jolt through Perceptor’s systems. He laps at the panel hungrily until Perceptor’s spike pressurizes rapidly against his glossa. Running his glossa along the biolights of Perceptor’s spike, Dead End trails his glossa up to the head then takes it into his mouth and sucks gently on it only to let it fall from his mouth. He licks and mouths at Perceptor’s spike, never taking it fully into his mouth, hearing how Perceptor sucks in a vent with every slow lick. When he looks up, Dead End sees Perceptor’s optics locked on him, his mouth slightly open as he watches him. Perceptor pets Dead End’s helm then guides him back to the head of his spike and Dead End gets the hint, taking it into his mouth and running his glossa along the slit. Dead End shuts his optics as he lazily sucks on the head of Perceptor’s spike, making soft sounds at how it throbs against his lips. Feeling how close Perceptor is, Dead End looks up at him and lets his mouth fall open in heavy pants with Perceptor’s spike resting on his glossa. With a choked off grunt, Perceptor overloads with his transfluid flowing into Dead End’s mouth and onto part of his face leaving him a complete mess.

Even as he’s trying to cool down, Perceptor tugs up Dead End so he stands up and settles in Perceptor’s lap where Perceptor pulls out a cloth from his subspace and cleans up Dead End as best as he can. Dead End falls easily into Perceptor’s embrace as Perceptor wraps his arms around him and pulls him close, pressing his face into Dead End’s shoulder, venting hard.

“How are you feeling?” Perceptor asks, pulling away enough to be face to face with Dead End.

Dead End rubs the back of his helm, looking a little away, “A little embarrassed but… nice.”

Perceptor smiles sleepily up at him and drawls, “Good.”

Then, he pulls Dead End down to kiss him softly and sweetly while pulling him fully into berth so he can fully entangle himself with Dead End. Perceptor’s kisses are lazy and undemanding, just a quiet show of affection that Dead End melts into easily but freezes as Perceptor’s hand rests on the collar. Dead End grabs Perceptor’s wrist before he can think about what he’s doing and Perceptor stills completely.

“Dead End?” Perceptor reaches out quietly.

“Um,” Dead End laughs nervously, trying to shrug it off as nothing, “Can it stay on? Just a little longer?”

Perceptor shifts his hand to rest against Dead End’s cheek and nods, “Whatever you want, it’s yours. You’re too good to me you know.”

Dead End gives a goofy smile at that and laughs genuinely, “And here I thought I was the spoiled one.”

“Hm,” Perceptor hums affectionately, shutting his optics as he snuggles in close to Dead End, “Spoiling each other… I suppose there are worse things.”

“Yeah.”

“I love you, Dead End,” Perceptor whispers, clearly already falling into recharge.

“Yeah,” Dead End sighs contentedly, “love you too.”

#valveplug #perceptor #dead end #deadceptor #nubbs writes #queuebbs #Anonymous

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

Rodimims with Minimus spiking Roddy?

I hope you like it~

Additional content: fingering, (mild) praise kink, misuse of the rewards system in an office environment

Minimus heads to Rodimus’ habsuite after receiving a message from him that he was struggling with some paperwork and being the mech he is, he agreed without hesitation. When he walks into the room to find Rodimus lounging on his berth with a datapad covering his array and a devilish smile on his face. Immediately, Minimus turns around to walk out the door.

“Wait!” Rodimus shouts and scrambles off the berth after Minimus, datapad falling to the floor harshly.

Minimus sighs and turns back around only to feel heat rush to his face fast enough to make him feel almost faint and his hand instinctively reaches to the door controls to shut the door, effectively trapping himself in the room with Rodimus. Frozen in the middle of getting off the berth, Rodimus blinks curiously at Minimus not seeming to notice or care how exposed his valve his. Covering his mouth to keep himself from saying anything, Minimus stares far too long at Rodimus’ gently blinking valve, his legs spread just wide enough to reveal his softly glowing node and entrance. He stares for too long so that Rodimus notices and a smirk curls up on that handsome face of his finally getting Minimus to look away but it’s too late, the damage has been done. Rodimus leans back on one hand, curving his back to show off his frame and spreads his valve wide with two fingers with his gaze burning into Minimus.

“C’mon Mims,” Rodimus sighs and flutters his spoiler to try and entice him, “Help your captain out?”

Minimus turns and presses his helm against the cool wall, feeling uncomfortably hot very quickly so that he feels like the room is trying to suffocate him.

“This is ridiculous,” Minimus mutters even as his hand reaches to lock the door.

When he turns back and starts walking towards Rodimus, he can’t help the little flutter in his spark when Rodimus grins in a genuinely happy way at him that quickly turns into confusion as Minimus bends down to pick up the discarded datapad. There is, as Minimus suspected, unfinished paperwork and he sighs as he hands it to Rodimus who takes it with a soft frown. Minimus gets up on the berth next to Rodimus and runs a hand over his hip until the tips of his fingers just reach Rodimus’s valve. Rodimus bites his lip and wiggles under Minimus’ touch, trying to move into the feather-light touch but ultimately failing much to his frustration.

“Lie back,” Minimus commands gently and Rodimus does so eagerly.

He rubs his thumb over Rodimus’ node and moves his legs so he’s seated between Rodimus’ thighs.

“What’s the first item on the form?” Minimus asks as he continues to press circles into Rodimus’ node.

Rodimus responds with a small sound of confusion too focused on Minimus’ touch to process the question so Minimus stops cold, getting a frustrated grunt from Rodimus.

“What’s the first item on the form?” Minimus repeats.

Rodimus groans and lifts up the datapad to look over it and grumbles, “Total number of crew members to go planetside, average number of crew members per team, and total number of teams.”

Minimus hands him a stylus from his subspace before returning to his ministrations while slipping a finger to rub around Rodimus’ entrance.

“Fill that item out,” Minimus demands, his voice remaining unaffected even as Rodimus’ hips begin to twitch under his hands.

“Ugh, are you serious?” Rodimus all but whines and looks over at Minimus who gives him a look that makes him roll his optics and he fills out the first item.

Minimus starts thrusting his finger in and out of Rodimus, finding the shallow nodes just at his entrance and says, “The next item.”

Rodimus pants and writhes under Minimus’ hand pinning one of his thighs to the berth. After he doesn’t respond for a while, Minimus stops again and Rodimus keens while moving his hips into the touch, trying to get him to continue.

Rodimus makes a dismissive noise, “Seriously?”

Minimus just stares at him, keeping his hand very still but still pressed firmly against Rodimus’ valve, enough to stimulate but not enough to derive pleasure. 

“Ugh, purpose of venture,” Rodimus admits and Minimus slips two fingers into Rodimus’ valve, feeling how Rodimus’ valve is starting to clench around his fingers.

“And what is the purpose of this venture?” Minimus asks while pushing up into a bundle of nodes that has Rodimus gasp and choking on a moan.

“T-to collect s-s-supplies to make repairs,” Rodimus gasps out with Minimus’ fingers steadily pumping into him.

“Good,” Minimus praises and squeezes Rodimus’ hip, “Now write that down.”

Rodimus’ hands are shaky as he writes but what matters is he’s writing so Minimus adds another finger and bites down the pleasure that shoots to his spike as he sees Rodimus’ hand spasm on the stylus.

“What supplies are being collected?” Minimus asks almost casually, his optics traveling down to see Rodimus’ valve lips stretched around his fingers and lubricant running over his plating onto the berth.

Rodimus gasps and pants, “It’s hard to write like this…”

Minimus hums, slipping his fingers out of Rodimus’ valve, and before Rodimus can complain commands, “Flip over.”

Rodimus complies, flipping onto his front with his knees propped up, exposing his valve fully to Minimus. Minimus lifts up on his knees and pushes his fingers back into Rodimus while running one hand over his thigh appreciatively.

“Now,” Minimus calls over, the definition of authority, “the question.”

Rodimus bites off a moan as Minimus spreads his fingers to stretch his valve then, as best as he can, replies, “Natural pockets of iron, carbon, and copper.”

“Those will be helpful,” Minimus notes and removes his fingers so he can press his stiff spike against Rodimus’ wet folds, rubbing the length against Rodimus’ pulsing node. “Put that in the next section, after that will be what they’re going to be used for.”

“Minimus,” Rodimus groans with his face against the berth, “You’re k-killing me here.”

Minimus stops and Rodimus growls with frustration but Minimus makes no move to continue.

“I’m waiting, Rodimus,” Minimus can’t keep the amusement out of his voice with Rodimus’ shaking under his touch, charge peaking over his frame.

Rodimus scribbles it in quickly and looks over his shoulder at Minimus with a rather upset look that only succeeds in getting Minimus to chuckle.

“Very good,” Minimus coos and pushes his spike into Rodimus’ valve, getting him to completely forget his frustration in favor of the spike pressing against neglected nodes, “Now the next item… What are these materials being used for?”

Rodimus moans into the berth but manages to mumble, “To forge steel to make… to make repairs… repairs after the last gunfight and…”

“And?” Minimus doesn’t fight the smile that forms on his face as he thrusts lazily into the wet heat of Rodimus’ valve.

“And… and for wiring,” Rodimus sighs as Minimus continues to rock into him.

“Excellent, now write it down,” Minimus thrusts in roughly, getting Rodimus to jump with a choked off moan.

Rodimus quickly writes and is about to set the datapad and stylus aside when Minimus stops. He instead tightens his hands onto the items and groans with frustration.

“Oh come on, Mims,” Rodimus snaps, his hips struggling to move in Minimus’ strong grip.

“It’s just your signature now, Rodimus,” Minimus leans down and plants a kiss against Rodimus’ back, “You can do that for me can’t you?”

Rodimus huffs and shuffles so he can sign off the document and tosses the offending items to the side then glares back at Minimus who sighs at the discarded datapad and stylus. Even so, Rodimus did finish it so he deserved his reward. Minimus pushes Rodimus down onto his chest earning a soft grunt of surprise then wraps his hand around his hip before slamming his spike into Rodimus. He holds Rodimus down as he thrusts roughly into him, Rodimus’ valve spasming around Minimus’ spike as his hands grip the edge of the berth. Heat and charge build quickly as Minimus pounds into him, lubricant and pre-transfluid dripping onto the berth. Rodimus cries out Minimus’ name, his hips twitching and pushing back into every thrust.

“Overload for me,” Minimus demands with a sharp thrust and Rodimus shakes as charge erupts from him in overload, his valve squeezing down on Minimus’ spike making him grunt.

A few more thrusts has Minimus moaning into overload, feeling his spike milked for all it’s worth by Rodimus’ valve then settles back with a sigh. Rodimus collapses fully onto the berth, venting heavily.

“That was cruel, Mims,” Rodimus mutters, not moving from his position.

“Well,” Minimus says between vents, “If that’s what will get you to actually finish your paperwork, I might be convinced to help you out in such a way in the future.”

Rodimus is quiet for a moment before he says, “I have some unfinished forms sitting on my desk in the other room.”

Minimus hums in mock consideration then smiles, “Then you better go get them. It looks like we have a lot of work to do.”

#valveplug #rodimims #rodimus #minimus #nubbs writes #queuebbs #Anonymous

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

So genderneutral( they/them)s/o is a mer who was raised by humans before being set into the ocean to be with other mers. However, not knowing customs, culture, mating season rituals, or even the languages, s/o is quickly labeled as a freak and cast out from mer pods. How do MTMTE Rodimus, Swerve, Overlord, and Megatron( separately )react to hearing about and meeting this mer, and what do they do after they meet them? ( btw, happy mermay!! )

Rodimus: The new mer is a strange one but he doesn’t mind their abnormalities, if anything, he finds it really cute. He definitely feels for them whenever they make a social stumble or embarrass themself at first totally unwittingly. He does his best to explain things to them and spends as much time as he can with them, asking about this or that because humans have always fascinated him. It is awkward eventually though when they flare out their fins at him and twirl in a way that would always get the humans that came to see them smile and he doesn’t know how to tell them they’re essentially asking him to be their mate. What makes it worse is people see and they also see he doesn’t respond so other mers try to respond to their unwitting advances and becomes a little protective of them. When they confront him about it, he just manages to stutter out what they’re doing and is very surprised when they make the same display for him, knowing full well what they’re doing now. Of course he responds back.

Swerve: It’s nice to have someone who doesn’t mind him rambling about every little thing from the reef to the abyss and back with someone who’s so curious. It’s also nice to have someone so knowledgeable about humans! Who knew they could fly? He certainly didn’t... He, a specialist on the minute intricacies of every culture, does his very best to make sure they know every detail. In the end, it’s them who surprises him by wrapping their arms around him and resting their head on his shoulder. No one’s ever done that with him before, especially since being this entangled was only something... mated pairs did. When they explain it’s something their human friends and family would do as a sign of affection, he relaxes into it and continues on with his story.

Megatron: Rumors of a new mer spreads through the various gossips of the seas but he has no time to deal with something so trivial so he pays the rumors no mind. Then, during a festival, a particular mer catches his eye in the dance, their scales flashing brilliantly and their smile wide as they follow along with the others albeit a bit off in pattern but never lacking in enthusiasm. After the dance, he approaches them and asks to speak with them alone, to get to know them. As the two swim together, they talk of a faraway world and he thinks they’re speaking of fantasy, it all sounds so unreal but they’re so genuine and funny. He finds himself drawn in and in a moment of spontaneity, begins a mating dance with them. He’s elated as they join in, following him in the turns and loops until they’re twirling together. When he pulls them to him and moves to kiss them, they stiffen and tear from his grasp to swim off into a hiding place leaving him dazed and confused... and hurt.

Happy Mermay!

(I’m sorry but I really don’t like writing for Overlord, he wigs me out. I forgot to add that in the rules initially, sorry about that.)

#mermay #rodimus #swerve #megatron #tf #nubbs #queuebbs #Anonymous

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

idk if you're still accepting requests, but brainstorm x whirl + exhibitionist stuff? :eyes:

Here is your tasty whirlstorm... in a bar (it’s Swerves, we know it’s Swerve’s)

Additional content: restriction of touch (?), creampie, whirl not giving a damn about public decency

Brainstorm’s hands dig into the back of the booth he’s in, his fingers almost gouging into the metal, definitely leaving dents. He bites his glossa to keep himself quiet, the taste of engex still strong in his mouth making his head spin with the charge flooding his systems. Cooling fans whirring out of control in the tight space of the booth that sounds so loud even with the music and soft chatter of the bar around them. All of his attention is pinpointed on Whirl’s valve stretching over his spike, the lips of his valve dragging along its length with the slow drag of Whirl’s hips as he pulls up only to fall roughly back down and grind against Brainstorm’s spike. Even so, Brainstorm, really both of them know that people are watching them. Sly glances turn their way for the briefest of moments or linger with a dim glow with the noise around them interspersed with the soft hush of distant cooling fans or stifled gasp. Whirl eats up every giveaway from their audience, chuckling softly as he rides Brainstorm without any sense of haste, happy to drag this out as long as he can with building the charge between them little by little.

Digging his pedes into the floor, Brainstorm struggles to keep himself still as he watches his spike disappear into Whirl’s valve, feeling the wet heat tighten around his spike making him spasm in an effort to stay still. Whirl laughs lowly letting Brainstorm know that was fully intentional, clearly taking pleasure in it by how his spike twitches between them with a thick drop of pre-transfluid rolling from its slit. Brainstorm can see how Whirl’s almost golden node pulses steadily and how Whirl’s hips jolt whenever it catches against the raised plating when he grinds down. Pulling up again slowly, Whirl pulls all the way off then rubs his node against the head of Brainstorm’s spike making Brainstorm loll back his head against the back of the booth with heavy vents. Whirl lifts Brainstorm’s head back up so he looks down to see Whirl sink back down on his spike getting him to groan and bit his lip. Longing for more contact, any contact, Brainstorm presses his exposed face against Whirl’s forearm and kisses it, humming happily when he feels Whirl’s hips twitch in response.

Whirl’s pincers grip Brainstorm’s shoulders and he raises up to slam down roughly onto Brainstorm’s spike, riding him hard and fast suddenly, chasing his own release with static burbling from his vocalizer. Brainstorm’s fingers tear into the metal under them as he begins to shake beneath Whirl, the mesh of his valve tightening around Brainstorm’s spike. The more obvious gasps and soft moans of those watching them become more apparent, driving Whirl on until he jolts as charge shocks his entire frame in overload. His valve squeezes down on Brainstorm’s spike, his hips shifting erratically against Brainstorm’s with the friction against his node being too much and not enough at the same time. Thick rivulets of transfluid pour from his spike and drip down onto Brainstorm’s plating as it spasms between them throughout his overload.

Brainstorm watches him with bright optics, drinking in every soft sound and reaction, his spark feeling full knowing he’s the one making Whirl feel like this. As Whirl calms down, he looks back down at Brainstorm with a hazy optic, dim with the warmth of post overload and hums contemplatively. He can feel the charge still buzzing through Brainstorm’s frame and see that goofy grin of his that makes Whirl’s spark flip in his chest. With less vigor than before, Whirl rides Brainstorm, his abused valve squelching obscenely with excess lubricant. He lifts up Brainstorm’s helm with one pincer under his chin so he can watch Brainstorm’s face as he rides him and tugs one Brainstorm’s arms so his hand rests on Whirl’s hip. Taking it as the invitation it is, Brainstorm’s hands roam Whirl’s frame eagerly, feeling the curve of his thin waist and kneading into the sore and taught wires of his back to ease the ache. Brainstorm’s vents hitch and stutter with static as his digits dig into Whirl’s hips possessively and pull Whirl’s hips down onto his spike as he tenses in overload. Whirl shivers as hot transfluid fills his valve and Brainstorm bites down onto his pincer to cut off his shout of pleasure.

Brainstorm collapses back in a daze and Whirl pulls off delicately and sits upon the table behind him, his legs spread wide so transfluid and lubricant run from his valve onto the table and floor. As he comes back to himself, Brainstorm can hear the satisfied, heavy breathing from indistinct parts of the bar around them and grunts of withheld pleasure. His face heats up quickly and he ducks forward to hide his face against Whirl under his cockpit. Whirl laughs hard enough that Brainstorm can feel the soft vibrations of it through his chassis.

“What? Now you’re embarrassed?” Whirl teases, his voice needling and harsh but he doesn’t push Brainstorm away.

Instead, he puts his arms around Brainstorm almost protectively.

“You okay?” Whirl says softer and Brainstorm nods, his faceplate rubbing against Whirl’s warm plating.

“Good, you have to be in your lab in ten so you should probably be more focused on that anyway,” Whirl snarks.

Brainstorm pulls back quickly to look up at Whirl in horror but Whirl just shrugs and slides off the table.

“I’ll see you back in out hab after work,” Whirl says with an edge of finality and promise that has Brainstorm venting in sharply.

Whirl turns and leaves with a wave over his shoulder, leaving the bar with transluid and lubricant running down his thighs but he doesn’t seem to care. Brainstorm doesn’t have much time to think of that and races out to the lab after his senses return to him fully, cursing softly under his breath at Whirl but he knows full well that, given the chance, he’d do it again.

#valveplug #whirl #brainstorm #whirlstorm #nubbs writes #queuebbs #Anonymous

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

power bottom bot!reader choking rodimus? consensually of course

Hope you like it!

As Rodimus pushes into them, his optics flare erratically and he gasps, their hand twitches on his throat as a shock of pleasure courses through their frame. They bite their derma as he thrusts into them, releasing their hold to watch him suck in cool air that makes his optics fritz at the contrast. His frame is burning hot with no hope for relief with his vents shut and his fans stalled. They can feel it as his spike sinks into their valve, hot and solid between their wet folds and the burning plating against their thighs and hand. Steam floats off his frame, clouding the air as he vents heavily, kissing their face and neck before bringing their hand to his neck once more. Getting the hint, they slowly close their hand around his neck, gradually applying more pressure. Out of the corner of their optic they see his hands curl, digits digging into the berth as his thrusts get faster. Rodimus looks down at them with dim optics full of lust and adoration, there’s no one he’d rather be with as he sucks in thin vents as much as he can.

“You’re doing so good,” they whisper and he chokes out a moan, “You’re making me feel so good.”

Rodimus ducks his helm down and thrusts hard into them that they meet with just as much force, just as eager as he is. The charge and heat between them are rising to dizzying levels with Rodimus’s frame surrounding them with a blanket of heat. They feel like they’re melting on the inside with how hot his spike is, hitting them to their very core. Pushing their hips up onto his spike, they pull him down and he goes still as they pleasure themself on his spike while keeping a firm hold on his neck. His hips spasm into them as they loosen their grip, cold air hitting his overheated systems which creates more steam as they kiss his cheek and rub his neck to calm the ache in his cables. They flip them over and ride his spike hard, holding him close so they can kiss Rodimus as their wet valve drags over the raised nodes on his spike. He thrusts up into them, his hands firmly wrapped around their thighs, leaning into their touch on his neck. They kiss him as they dig the tips of their digits into his neck, applying pressure but not cutting off his vents. Rodimus’s hot vents brush their lips as they deepen the kiss, riding him hard enough to leave paint transfers with the wets sounds of his spike spreading their valve wide open.

“I love you,” Rodimus gasps against their lips, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” they smile and press their face against his neck and moans as the head of his spike pushes against their ceiling node.

Rodimus moves his hands to hold their hips still as he thrusts into them making them throw their helm back and grip his shoulders, catching onto the seams of his plating making him suck in sharp vents.

“Open your vents,” they command and he obeys.

All at once, cool air floods his systems, shocking him into overload with his spike hilted all the way into them, the feeling of the heat and charge coursing through him sends them over with him. They both come down fast, falling back onto the berth in a tangle of limbs as Rodimus’s plating audibly pops and pings as it cools. Rodimus’s spike slides out of their valve as it slowly depressurizes making them groan as it rubs oversensitive nodes. He holds them close as he rolls them over onto their sides and kisses the top of their helm.

“Thank you for that,” he whispers into their helm, his arms wrapped tightly around them.

“Anytime,” they sigh and snuggle in close as they both drift off into recharge.

#valveplug #rodimus #rodimus/bot!s/o #bot!s/o #nubbs writes #queuebbs #Anonymous

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

Requests are open?? Sweet! Can we request a fluff scenario( that follows Coswave breeding kink ) where SW is waiting outside the medbay, and then hours later, he gets to hold his and Cosmos’s sparkling for the first time? Bonus points if there is more than one sparkling, please :3

I guess I can also put fluff stuff here, especially since this request was a continuation

Anywho, hope this is fluffy enough for you!

Soundwave paces the hall of the hospital, his footsteps echo loudly in his audials as his pedes land on the white linoleum. The occasional doctor or nurse would pass by him and give him knowing smiles and reassuring gestures but that didn’t stop the worry in his spark. It didn’t matter that they were in the best hospital with the best equipment and none other than Ratchet overseeing the emergence, he still worries because his Conjunx and future sparklings are in there. He had researched and re-researched every possible outcome, every possible outcome, and every estimate for a twin emergence so he knows that now they were approaching the averaged maximum length of a standard emergence. Too much longer and there would be the risk of complication just from taking too much time to complete the emergence. He goes through his mental checklist again for what must be the twentieth time in just the past ten minutes, checking he has everything to make Cosmos comfortable during his recovery and to take care of newborn sparklings.

Soundwave paces again, going through the actual physical space of every item in their home, mapping everything out in his mind and feels a bit calmer. He stops and checks his chronometer to find it to be twenty-two minutes from the maximum average and starts pacing again. Terrible thoughts of the very worst outcome flood his mind, panic settles in as he suppresses the urge to activate his combat protocols in the middle of a hospital. Every piece of his programming is screaming at him to go in and protect his family but he knows, logically, that the doctors know exactly what they’re doing, they certainly know better than him. Even if something does go wrong there’s no way he could help. Soundwave knows communication systems, code, programming, hacking, and several alien languages but there is nothing in his repertoire that would be of any use to his family right now. Feeling defeated, he finally sits on the empty chair that had been provided for him tries to clear his mind. For the first time in a very long time, Soundwave feels completely and utterly useless.

The door opens and he looks up to find Ratchet, smiling warmly down at him, and in a moment, all the fear in Soundwave’s spark vanishes. He really is grateful that former Autobot CMO agreed to oversee the emergence for Soundwave truly believes that if any other doctor had stepped through and smiled, he would not feel the same comfort, the same assuredness that he does now. With a friendly pat on Soundwave’s back, Ratchet leads him into the room where Cosmos rests, exhausted from what Soundwave can tell from his field but undeniably happy while holding two bundles in his arms. He steps to stand by the side of the bed and embraces Cosmos in a side hug, looking down at their sparklings. They’re too young to even begin telling what their altmodes might be but he can see that they’re both a muted green with dark blue highlights and when one opens their optics to look at him, they’re a soft blue. In this very moment, he decides he’s never seen more perfect beings, more perfect transformers than his little sparklings.

“Identical twins,” Ratchet calls over with no small amount of mirth, “that’ll be tricky. You won’t be able to tell them apart half the time and they’ll always be getting some kind of trouble together.”

Soundwave shakes his helm, reaching down to pick up on of his sparklings from Cosmos. He can feel the quiet in this one, how all they wish to do is listen and rest while they’re sibling wants nothing more than to be able to walk already so they can see and explore. There is no denying the stark difference between the two if you can see the world as he can.

“They’re not identical,” he says softly, petting the helm of his newborn, “not to me.”

Cosmos smiles and nods, “Well, I’m not as attuned to that sort of thing as you are so I may need your help sometimes.”

Soundwave removes his mask and takes Cosmos’s free hand to kiss it, “Always.”

As relieved as he was when Ratchet had first come to fetch him, that could never compare to the joy and relief he feels now seeing his Conjunx and sparklings well, actually holding his healthy and whole sparkling. The sparkling in his arms reaches up and stretches their little arms to blink open their optics to look up at him. Very softly, almost too soft to hear, they let out a long note that’s not unlike the synths from Earth and an immediate wave of affection comes over Soundwave for his sparkling. He ducks his helm as he’s absolutely overcome with a tide of love for his little sparkling. Before he can hold it back, his shoulders are shaking and his optics fritz with unrelenting delight. He helped make this small being and they and their sibling are all his and Cosmos’s, nothing could be better, the universe could gift him no greater joy.

“So,” Comos calls over, smiling warmly at how taken Soundwave is with their sparkling, “what should we name them?”

The question makes Soundwave freeze as his mind draws a blank. He’d prepared for everything, every contingency, every possible thing they would need…

“I don’t… know,” Soundwave replies softly and flinches at Ratchet’s bark of laughter.

Cosmos, to Soundwave’s mortification, joins Ratchet in a peel of laughter, one of Soundwave’s favorite sounds when it isn’t directed at him.

“Well,” Cosmos finally manages to say as his fit of laughter dies down, “I was thinking maybe Echo and Logos. How does that sound?”

Soundwave straightens up and rather grumpily stares at his Conjunx, “If you already had names picked out, why did you inquire as to my decision?”

Cosmos tries to fight back a broad smile but fails, “I just wanted to see the look on your face when I asked. I know you’ve been too worried to think of anything like that.”

Sighing, Soundwave returns to Cosmos’s sides and gives him a quick kiss, “I think those names are wonderful.”

“Good,” Cosmos smiles up at him, making Soundwave feel like the luckiest mech on Cybertron.

#coswave #fluff #cosmos #soundwave #nubbs writes #queuebbs #Anonymous

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

Please please please TFA blackarachnia in her spider form going to pound town with femme reader, who’s tied up in her webs! Breeding kink, maybe? :D

I assumed by “femme reader” you meant human so I made the reader human. please let me know if that was incorrect

please enjoy

She squirms against the sticky, synthetic strands that are far stronger than any normal webbing. Open and exposed, it’s no fair that Blackarachnia can just tease her like this and struggle helplessly against the binds keeping her spread out and unable to move so much as an inch, perfect for the taking. Looking out of the corner of her eye, she sees Blackarachnia crawling back to her over the web to stand over her. Trapped not just physically but mentally as Blackarachnia traces her eyes over her body with delight, she squirms again as her heart rate picks up. Blackarachnia hums appreciatively and pushes her hair back delicately with the tip of one appendage.

“Comfortable, my adorable, little mate?” Blackarachnia chuckles as she traces down her chest and over her stomach in a light touch, making her gasp.

“You’re being so mean,” she huffs out over a moan as Blackarachnia rubs her folds, “I need you so much, please.”

Blackarachnia pauses and she squirms as much as she can against Blackarachnia’s touch, seeking friction to soothe the heat building between her legs.

“I think I need to rearrange you first,” Blackarachnia purrs, mischief filling her voice.

Before she can ask, she yelps as the webbing bound to her legs is cut and her stomach drops as her lower half falls free but that doesn’t last long as Blackarachnia snatches her legs back up. Now, she’s looking below her with her legs bound up so they’re bent a little up and spread wide. She feels her heart pounding in her throat as the tell-tale twangs of Blackarachnia walking along the web get closer. In her peripherals. She can see Blackarachnia’s legs and feel her large presence above her as something hot and firm presses against her folds and pushes just enough to rub between them. As Blackarachnia rubs over her clit and entrance, she grabs what strands she can and squeezes her hands until her knuckles go white, biting her lip as she feels the tip of Blackarachnia’s length becomes slick. The head of Blackarachnia’s spike stills and presses against her entrance, grinding against her slowly, barely breaching inside her. She cries out softly as the head of Blackarchnia’s spike pushes inside her, stretching her open as Blackarachnia continues to grind into her. Blackarachnia slowly rocks her spike further and further in, pausing deep inside her to let her adjust fully.

It’s almost too much. She can feel Blackarachnia’s spike pulse as Blackarachnia keeps it firmly in, watching her as she squirms while panting and moaning incoherent words. Gradually, Blackarachnia pulls her spike out of her, leaving her completely empty and aching to be filled again. Blackarachnia grinds her spike against her entrance but doesn’t push in, leaving her mate to writhe in an attempt to get more friction, to entice Blackarachnia to fill her again. With a low chuckle, Blackarachnia pulls away completely getting her to whine in protest.

“What is it that my mate wants?” Blackarachnia coos, tracing her back with a light touch.

“Fill me up,” she pants, “I want your spike so bad.”

“Oh?” Blackarachnia presses her spike against her entrance and pushes in further and further with each word, “Would you like me to overload inside you? Make you heavy with our offspring?”

“Yes,” she moans, her hips shaking around Blackarachnia’s spike as it pushes all the way in. “Please, impregnate me.”

She can feel Blackarachnia shake above her, making the webs around her shudder and bites her lip with excitement. Blackarachnia pulls back then thrusts roughly into her so that she cries out loudly and sucks in a sharp breath as Blackarachnia pulls back again. With each slow, hard thrust, Blackarachnia sinks deep into her as she speeds up, the force of her thrusts making them rock in the cradle of thick webbing. She moans as the lewd sounds of her wet pussy being stretched by Blackarachnia’s spike fills the air. The spike shoving into her is getting hotter with every thrust and pulsing more insistently so she knows Blackarachnia is close. She squeezes down on Blackarachnia’s spike with it seated fully into her getting Blackarachnia to make a sharp trill as warm fluid spills into her, filling her up. Blackarachnia’s spike twitches and pulses as enough transfluid fills her that she can feel the muscles in her belly stretch to accommodate it, some of it even pushing past Blackarachnia’s spike. At the feeling of being so full, she shudders into an orgasm, spasming on Blackarachnia’s spike as she shouts her name.

Cold air fills her lungs almost painfully as she calms down and groans as Blackarachnia pulls her spike, transfluid spilling out of her entrance after it. She grunts at the feeling of the thick substance slipping out of her and down her front in waves until she’s empty. Gently, Blackarachnia lowers her back down and lays her against a broad part of the web and secures her with webbing to form a kind of sleeping bag around her then settles over her. She reaches out and traces the plating around Blackarachnia’s eyes who returns the gesture with soft rumbles that fill her chest and relax her.

“One day I will find a way to fill you with beautiful techno-organic children and then we will have our own brood,” Blackarachnia promises, making her shiver.

She smiles and whispers, “I’d like that.”

In the safety of her lover’s lair, she falls asleep, warm and happy.

#valveplug #blackarachnia #tfa #fem!s/o #nubbs writes #queuebbs #Anonymous

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

Got a bit of a humorous request for you...? Headcannon format, please :3 If you cant, I understand, but if you can: How would MTMTE Whirl, Dratchet( together, poly ), Magnus, and Swerve react if their quiet bot s/o, who was presumed mute and is so innocent and tiny, screams something that nobody expected to hear from them??? Funny, dark, serious, anything goes XD have fun!

Whirl: In his time as a lawbreaker, wrecker, and member of the lost light, he’s heard a lot of very creative and descriptive threats but never in such detail, to such a degree of violence it made even him shiver. What’s more, it came from the quiet, little squishy they’d been keeping on board which in hindsight he really should’ve guessed it. It’s always the quiet ones after all... He likes to think he’s a tough mech to impress and that was certainly impressive. So he’s impressed... and maybe just a little bit in love.

Dratchet: The room goes quiet. For a moment all there is is silence until Ratchet bursts out laughing while Drift just blinks down at them at a loss for words. Ratchet picks them up with nothing but affection in his optics and complements them on their gusto, lilting his hips as he looks back at Drift a little too smug that their little human is on his side for this one. Drift rolls his optics but can’t help the smile on his face with his two favorite people looking so happy albeit full of themselves.

Magnus: The poor mech feels faint. He’d never expect them to outright challenge one of the most dangerous decepticons in the known universe. It’s without thinking that he runs in and scoops them up, batting the decepticon aside like they weigh nothing in an effort to protect his human. As soon as they’re safe, he makes them promise to never do something like that again. They almost brush it off until they see that he’s shaking, his hands not moving away from their body like he’s afraid that they’ll disappear so they promise. He doesn’t let them out of his sight for days.

Swerve: He’s never heard such a vulgar thing out of their mouth... Now that he’s thinking about he’s never heard anything vulgar from them ever. After the shock wears off he’s all but on the floor laughing his aft because “oh my god, they said that”. All things considered it wasn’t a very good joke but that doesn’t matter, the timing was perfect. He smiles fondly down at them once he’s calmed down enough, spark warm and light because “holy shit” he got to see a whole new side of his human. 

#headcanon #nubbs #queuebbs #Anonymous

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

4 requests, how about a scenario where werewolf!bot femme reader and TFA bot!vampire!slipstream secretly see each other because they are soulmates, but they found out during an ongoing vampire vs wolf war and they’ve been keeping their relationship a secret? Can we see a nsfw scenario pretty please??

I hope this fits what you were looking for...

Additional content: fangs, bloodplay (mild), knotting, rough-sex, claws, doggy-style ;)

The stars shine above them as she feels Slipstream’s fangs drag along her neck cables, threatening but not piercing her fuel lines while Slipstream keeps her helm still with one hand pushing firmly against her chin. She sucks in a vent and shivers under the sharp denta that finally pierce the delicate fuel lines, letting warm energon run down her neck in thin streams. Slipstream runs her glossa over the tiny pinpricks and moans at the taste of her lover’s energon, pressing a soft kiss against her neck. Pulling Slipstream’s hand away, she flips them over so Slipstream is on her back beneath her and presses her lips roughly against Slipstream’s, tasting her own energon on her glossa. Slipstream hums with delight beneath her, running her hand along the back of her lover’s helm and sighing into the kiss. A sudden wave of uncertainty grips her spark and she pulls off of Slipstream, scrambling back from her with her pants clouding the chilly night air with steam.

Slipstream rises slowly, her red optics piercing into her lover with her voice drifting across the space between them, “Why the sudden hesitation?”

She shakes her head and murmurs, “This is… We can’t do this anymore. We’re still in the middle of a war…”

Slipstream stares at her for a moment, her optics remaining hard as she stays silent, contemplating, making guilt and worry bubble up in her lover’s spark. Then she sighs and moves over to her, her hands finding her lover’s shoulders and legs straddling her hips.

“What’s so wrong with us being together?” Slipstream purrs and presses her hot valve cover against her lover’s pelvic plating, “Didn’t you prove it for yourself?”

“I did…” she concedes softly, her faceplates heating up as Slipstream brushes her lips against her helm.

“You are my soulmate,” Slipstream whispers against her audial, “and I am not going to let anything or anyone keep me away from you.”

Slipstream presses her lips insistently against her lover’s, domineering as she pushes past her lover’s lips with her glossa, their fangs clacking against each other’s. Her lover moans at the hot pass of Slipstream’s glossa over her fangs, the sharp denta piercing the soft mesh of her tongue and drawing energon into their intakes, the taste of it mixed with the pain makes Slipstream shiver. Passing her glossa over Slipstream’s to soothe the wound, she can feel her processor begin to go fuzzy as the sweet taste of Slipstream’s energon fills her mouth mixing with the harsh taste of steel and any thought about stopping or worse, leaving slips her mind. Slipstream pushes her down easily, kissing her until she’s on the verge of forgetting her own name all the while, Slipstream rocks her hips to grind her plating against her lover’s. Something hot and electric builds in her tanks and she lets her spike pressurize against Slipstream’s hot plating, hissing at the friction. Humming with satisfaction, Slipstream lets her cover snap away to reveal her wet valve and presses it against the head of her lover’s spike, lining it up with her entrance before lowering slowly onto it with a sigh. She rolls her hips against her lover and lifts up slightly only to sink back down without even a hint of haste, adjusting to the familiar size of her lover’s spike.

Slipstream gasps as she’s suddenly on her back with her lover looming over her with a hungry look in her optics and grunts with frustration as her lover pulls out of her needy valve. Excitement replaces those feelings as Slipstream is flipped onto her front and her lover fills her roughly, gripping Slipstream’s hips in a firm grip to hold Slipstream still as she grinds into her. Biting her lip to stifle a small laugh of victory, Slipstream balances on her hands and drinks in the needy noises her lover makes as she continues to grind into Slipstream. Anticipation makes Slipstream shiver, this position feeding into a deep need of hers, feeling just a little bit wild, a little bit out of control; it’s so freeing to be able to be with her soulmate like this.

The weight over her is heavy and safe in its familiarity, radiating heat that sinks into the core of her frame so it feels like her spark is being ignited anew as claws trace her plating delicately. Everything slips far away with those gentle touches that play with her cables and pinch the tips of her wings making her gasp and arch into the thick spike sunk deep in her valve so that it aches in all the best ways. Slipstream’s spark jumps into her throat as her lover lets out a low growl, the sound filling her frame and going straight to her valve and she can feel herself tighten around the spike in her so every node in her valve is suddenly alight with charge. Biting her lip hard enough for her fangs to pierce the delicate derma, energon runs down her chin as she writhes beneath her lover so the spike stretches her wet valve lips, filling the air with wet sounds that punctuate her desperation. Slipstream can feel her lover’s spike shift in her valve as the clawed servos on her plating flex and tighten against her frame, making her feel almost light-headed with how giddy she feels. The barely withheld strength behind those servos and spike all held back with careful control that’s beginning to slip away with each moment excites her. Fluttering her wings and dipping lower to rest her head on her hands, Slipstream pushes her aft up to push her lover’s spike further into her so it nudges her gestation tank.

With another low growl, her lover pushes her into the ground with one servo and pulls her spike slowly out of Slipstream’s valve, a thread of glistening lubricant follows the head of her spike that she quickly thrusts back into Slipstream. Slipstream yelps and squirms against the hot spike, her taloned servos digging and gouging the ground as she takes her lover’s spike in rough thrusts that have her legs shaking from the aftershocks. Heat pools in her chest as her optics go unfocused, the air clouding with steam from their overheated frames. Her lover thrusts fast and hard into her, mercilessly pressing against her interior node, her spike making obscene sounds as Slipstream’s dripping valve lips are abused. The base of her lover’s spike begins to thicken, pressing insistently against her walls that gets bigger and bigger as her movements become more frantic and her breathing becomes erratic, interspersed with breathy growls and pants. Slipstream cries out, the pleasure of the building charge surging through her lines is simultaneously too much and not enough making her writhe against her will, a panting, moaning mess. Sharp denta come up behind her neck and hold her firmly enough to keep her still but not enough to pierce the cables, her lover growls deeply enough that Slipstream can feel it tingling in the back of her intake.

Slipstream is held still by her lover as she thrusts into Slipstream until she tips over the edge, her knot filling Slipstream’s valve completely, immobilizing them as her spike throbs with each spurt of transfluid filling Slipstream’s valve. Still peaking with charge, Slipstream shakes with her voice breaking into static laden sobs at the feeling of being so full and frustrated at being denied relief. Her lover releases Slipstream’s neck and trails her hand down Slipstream’s chest and abdomen until her digit finds Slipstream’s throbbing node, circling it with a claw. She pushes down on the node and Slipstream screams, reduced to a panting moaning mess as her lover plays with her node as her valve flutters desperately over her lover’s spike. Soft lips meet Slipstream’s neck and wings in soothing kisses until her valve is squeezing around the knot as she cries out in overload, shaking from the force of it until she collapses beneath her lover.

Pulling Slipstream into her lap, she sits back and holds Slipstream tight as she nuzzles into Slipstream’s neck cables. When she regains enough of herself, Slipstream lets her helm fall to the side and offers her lover a lazy smile. Pressing her hot glossa against Slipstream’s lips and chin, she cleans away the energon there finishing with a slow, sweet kiss that has her spark aching. Slipstream pulls away with a lingering touch and her red optics burn into her lover in a half-lidded gaze.

“See?” Slipstream purrs as she rubs her soulmate’s plating and shifts pointedly on her spike, the connection between them made evident, “We’re made for each other.”

She nods, silently assenting to Slipstream’s words, and holds onto her for the rest of the night, so she can have her soulmate for as long as possible until they have to part again.

#valveplug #slipstream #tfa #fem!insert #nubbs writes #queuebbs #Anonymous

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

My anons out here making me start to ship cyberverse soundrod and i dont know how to deal

#nubbs #soundrod #queuebbs

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

I’m not very good at talking about myself and sharing my thoughts on social media (or just in general really) because most of the time I feel like they just come off as excuses or that no one really wants to know? 

But maybe I shouldn’t be so afraid of that... 

Anyway I know it’s been awhile but I’m back for the most part. 

I had finals week and then my family wanted to celebrate me graduating college so then I got really busy because everyone including my great aunts and extended cousins wanted to wish me congratulations. 

Then I got hit with some of the worst writer’s block I’ve ever experienced...

So that’s why it’s been awhile

I hope to get back to more writing so I can update this blog more and all that

Thanks for sticking around!

#personal #nubbs announces #queuebbs