#Digital Sound Processor;

[caraudioexpertaustralia0]

Headunit With Carplay For KIA CARNIVAL 2018 HIGH | 9INCH

[merryfortune]

I asked on twitter but I’ll put it on here as well but I wanna try new recipes over the next month and would like to try something new weekly. I’ve got seafood fusilli and crispy pork cutlets so far on my menu but would love some more.

[techcomengineering]

Elevating Audio Solutions with IP-Based PA Systems

In the realm of security technology, IP-based systems have seamlessly integrated themselves into various domains, with public addressing (PA) and intercom systems emerging as the latest sectors to embrace the advantages of IP technology. This transition brings forth a multitude of benefits, including effortless integration, straightforward deployment, and self-diagnostic capabilities. Among the…

[jweekgoji]

can u write some more yandere d-16 pls 😭🙏

D-16/Reader.

tw: yandere themes, power dynamic, size difference/size kink, soft yandere!d-16, cogless!d-16, cogged!reader, idol/fan relationship, jealousy/possessiveness, 18+ content. word count: ~720. a/n: FUCK russia for that huge fucking explosion in my city when I was writing alien-robots sex.

Normal D-16 is a total head over heels for his idol. Yandere D-16 lacks any sense of dignity when it comes to even the slightest chance of meeting you.

You can tell he's inexperienced, by the way you briefly trace the tips of your fingers over the side of his waist, the smaller bot on top of you shivering in pleasure, biting his lip.

His bright orange optics focused on the slightest of your action as you guided your servo higher, to his chassis. Was it really happening? Or is he dreaming? Maybe it was all Orion's fault, and he just hit his head hard enough during this race, so now he's imagining things...

“gonna overload now?” you purr softly, tracing your index finger over the edge of the hole on his chassis, just where his t-cog supposed to be.

“i—i am not,” he tries to protest, which sounds so weak that he's not even sure if he even believes himself.

he can't just...overload from a bit of foreplay, can he? it would be too embarrassing, you're his hero, his idol— he doesn't want to look pathetic in front of you, now that he's got such a chance, it would be foolish to lose it all now.

you push another finger deeper, teasing the cold edges of his hole, he can't help but thrust forward, his optics fluttering closed. you hear a soft ‘mmph—’, before he hides his face against the crook of your neck.

how cruel of you to tease the hell out of the no-cog? being with your own cog all your life, you had no idea that these areas could be...quiet sensitive for the cogless. you wonder if you can make him overload just from that.

you can feel his servos awkwardly moving towards your waist, tightening slightly. are you fine with it? with his servos right here? or should he put them somewhere else? his processor running with millions of thoughts, but when you gently guide him to continue moving his hips, he groans.

“i don't want to...not now, please,” he mutters softly against your neck, his breath heavy, as he struggles to control himself and not just melt right next to you.

you tilt your head, raising an optic bridge at that. you can only think about how he feels right now, his spike buried deep inside you, and your soft, warm walls around him just feel too good, too perfect for someone who spent cycles fragging his own servo in dreams of this moment before.

for you, it was barely something. he's short, only reaching your waist, at best. you can easily cover the whole length of his spike with your servo if you want, but there was some kind of sick pleasure in it, watching him squirm in his place, keeping his hips still so he wouldn't just overload in you here and there.

D-16 is so sensitive, it is almost amusing how he is considered one of the strongest and toughest among the other miners. you think, is it because of lack of intimacy? or was it just you, driving him to nearly short circuit? it's so unfair, but can he really hate it now, when it's exactly what he dreams of every single day?

he wants it to be perfect, so he could make you feel good, so you would beg him to take you, moaning his name just so everyone would finally understand that you're his. he's so sick and tired of being jealous, watching you smile and pose next to your fans, giving them your attention and affection when it was him who was supposed to have all of that? you're his, his, his, he's going to try so hard to claim you now, so maybe then everyone would just—

but when you press your digits harder, lightly scratching the metal surface of the empty t-cog slot in his chassis, he tenses up, arching his back in pleasure. the muffled, shaky moan escapes his lips, as he hides his face further against your neck, now trying to catch his own breath.

wait. did he just overload inside you?

[quixotical-lymbo]

Helloooo! I've never requested before... so this is my first time. (Is this how I request? I'm still clueless with Tumblr)

If you can! Could you do TFO Sentinel Prime x Advisor Cybertronian Reader? 😽

Pairing: Sentinel Prime x gn!advisor!Reader Rating: SFW-ish Summary: Working to keep the city of Iacon running as efficiently as possible proves to be difficult when the bot in charge has a tendency to throw a wrench in your plans. Warnings/Tags: cybertronian reader, implied toxic dynamics, brief mention of vomiting, one-sided attraction, or is it?, and corruption. Word Count: 1400+ words 

Digits danced along the bright screen detailing the reports of data collected from the guards overseeing the mines. Your optics brightened as you processed the numbers and spotted a few increases. 

Shifting your weight from pede to pede, your lower derma was bitten as you narrowed in on the section of the report where the increase was evident. 

This meant another promotion was on the horizon, perhaps you should schedule a meeting with-

The datapad in your servos disappeared and when you snapped your gaze to glare at the thief, the heat of your glare was extinguished into an optic ridge lifting as your helm craned to look up at the face of your superior who came into view. 

"___." Hearing your destination roll off his glossa felt like a group of scraplets biting at your circuits. Eating away at you until you're nothing left but an empty husk of everything wrong with you. 

"...Sentinel," You greeted with a nod. Your optics locked onto the datapad before switching between the device and his face. Your arm lifted briefly as your digits curled slightly toward the pad. "May I…?" 

"Oh…this thing?" Sentinel rose the datapad above his helm, knowing your stature couldn't reach such heights. "You want this…why?" 

"It is mine." 

"And?" 

"I need it, sir." 

"Is that so?" Sentinel observed the way your dermas pursed and digits flexed stiffly. The mech felt a warm fuzzy feeling erupt in his chassis in seeing you squirm within his presence. The tip of his glossa swiped over his bottom derma, "Y'know, I've been meaning to ask you a few things and I think this is the perfect time to do so!" 

"But I-" 

"-what do you do in your spare time? Me, I like to…"

You squeezed your optics shut and blocked out the sound from your audials. Your fears grew as Sentinel turned on his heel and walked away with your datapad in servo. 

You really needed it back to be able to continue your work. Without the sensitive information on your personal datapad, you wouldn't be able to sit still for the rest of the chord unless you did something productive for the day.

"...___? You there?" 

You snapped out of your stupor and stared dumbly as Sentinel rose his own optic ridge. The corner of his intake curved upward as he shook the datapad in his servo, "Come on, I gotta show you something." 

Despite the alarm bells going off in your processor, you obeyed his silent order and followed him to his office. The large room made you visibly shrink into yourself as memories from long ago flashed in your helm.

This was the place that was a stark reminder of where you learned...that for the first time. 

 

"Where are we going, ma'am?" 

Airachnid didn't turn to look at you, not that she needed to, and simply said, "You'll see." 

You looked around the unfamiliar area. Weird, thin blade-like things sprouted from the ground and were abundant in the mountainous terrain the two of you were trekking on. 

You were halted by a servo placed in front of your chassis and when you glanced up to see Airachnid's digit pointing in a direction you followed it to see-

Your intake twisted in knots.

Sentinel, Quintessons, ships, so many ships. 

Your internal fans kicked in as your frame began heating up. You felt dizzy, nauseous even, and you somehow found the strength to lock your blurry optics to the larger femme.

The corners of her dermas stretched upward. 

You turned your helm and vomited. 

You flinched when a heavy servo landed on your shoulder pad.

"Ah!" You stumbled forward as Sentinel pushed you along toward the large windows overlooking the city. You stood straight when the servo on your shoulder lowered to the area just above your aft. 

A shudder dragged its cold digit up your back strut. The false Prime's laugh brought forth a second. 

"It's been sometime since you became my assistant, huh?" Sentinel began. "I remember the first time I met you! Heh, can't believe you couldn't look at me in the optic because of how nervous you were…but after you warmed up to me, you were quite the yapper." 

You acknowledged his words with a nod. The digits rubbing against your back paused as the expression on Sentinel's face plate darkened. 

"I missed that." 

You broke your neutral expression to look at him. 

"You, being chatty and all, now you're….boring," Sentinel patted your aft and snickered when you jumped. He turned away from you and walked over to his desk, plopping on the chair he threw the datapad on his desk and slightly shifted his legs to leave them comfortably spread. 

"What changed?" As if feigning ignorance, the mech had the nerve to appear sad. 

You stalled for a moment, optics shifting and digits digging into the palm of your servos, "I…um, got busy. It's no easy feat helping someone like you–"

Sentinel's optics narrowed and you quickly sputtered out, "-someone as famous, uh, fabulous, and..um…and well-loved run a city!" 

"Ok, ok, I get it, really." Sentinel Prime waved a servo. "You're…'busy.'" 

"Yes, sir." 

"Hm." Sentinel's optics racked over your frame. "You work a lot so you must be tired, c'mere and get off your pedes for a while." 

"Oh, I shouldn't." 

"I don't remember asking, ___." Sentinel moved one servo to rest on his lap. "Sit." 

You inched over to the desk and made your way around it, but your wrist was caught and before you knew it, you stumbled back and fell onto the mech's lap. You immediately moved to get off but an arm snaked around your midsection plating and caged you against a broad chassis. The heat radiating off of the mech behind you caused you to stiffen. 

"There you go, sweetspark." Sentinel cooed. "Let's continue where we left off, 'kay?"

"Now, what's so important it's managed to steal your attention away from me?" 

"...there's been an increase in miner productivity," You mumbled. 

"...that's what's got you in a tizzy?" Sentinel mulled over what you said before peeking over at the datapad disregarded at the corner of his desk. A noise left him as he nodded, "Oh, right…the method you mentioned in the last meeting we had…it worked?" 

"Yes," You slowly crept out of your shell. "Allowing the miners to work without tight restrictions, more breaks, and even adding more recreational areas for their enjoyment has yielded good results." 

You paused to check Sentinel's face plate. He was leaning back against the chair, the side of his helm resting against two digits as a soft smile etched onto his dermas. When you hesitated, Sentinel gestured for you to continue as his other servo rested on your hip. 

"...and I-" You continued after gaining the green-light and divulged into your plan. Sometimes, you would catch the blue and gold mech glancing between your animated servos and the lower half of your face plate. Despite this, you felt…safe. Safe enough to ramble on and on about your plans and future aspirations for the city. 

"...and I've been thinking, why not try to use some of my free time to look through our database to find information on where the matrix is-" 

The servo on your hip dug into your plating causing you to hiss. Sentinel heard and removed his servo from you, "Ah, sorry." 

He didn't sound like he meant it. 

"Matrix?" Sentinel inquired with a loop-sided grin. "You what to try and…find it?" 

"Well, maybe, I don't know the logistics, but if I can find a lead maybe you won't have to continue the deal with-" 

"-shh, shh, shh," Sentinel cupped the side of your face and leaned down. The distance between you two caused your optics to grow in size, you don't even know if you're breathing anymore. 

"Let's talk about something other than work…hey, what kind of drink do you like? Wait, wait,  better yet, let me get us some. I'll buy the whole bar out." 

You couldn't find the words to deny his request and watched as Sentinel pressed a digit to the side of his helm to comm some bot to bark his request. 

 

…this'll be a long evening. 

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[pinkanonwrites]

Radio Chatter

NSFW BELOW THE CUT!

Knightverse Bumblebee/Human Reader, AFAB!Reader, GN Pronouns, First Time, Fluffy Smut, lots of sweet radio communication from Bee

Welcome to the first of my sporadic Kinktober Transformers fics I'll be posting over the upcoming month. If I run out of ideas I may take requests in the future, but for now I'm pretty well-stocked on concepts.

"Nngh…"

"Zrrrnn…?"

"I'm okay, I just… Need a minute to adjust."

"I'll be careful! -KZZSH- Take your time to get it!~"

Even sprawled out beneath his massive frame, spread achingly, impossibly wide by his spike, Bumblebee still found a way to make you laugh. Up until recently he had tried (and failed) to think very little about potentially interfacing with you. Mainly because he wasn't even sure if his "equipment", for lack of a better word, was compatible enough with you to really attempt anything. But the way his thick digits were finally able to caress your bare skin with a reverence he'd craved for far too long? It was currently making him wish he'd asked for this cycles ago. 

Warm metal fingertips traced featherlight along the jut of your collarbone and further down, mapping the rises and curves of muscles and bone in your body with a curious admiration. Bee's antennae flicked and fluttered with each new discovery, each dip and scar and freckle. But as he ran a hand down each of your sides, fingertips trailing over your soft squishy spots above your hips, you couldn't fully stifle your laughter.

His optics widened, digits scribbling back up and along your soft sides in the same area that had pulled that adorable little sound from your lips. You squeaked again, wriggling slightly beneath him as his servos squished into your plush skin.

"Bee! Hahahawahahait! I'm ticklish!" 

Ticklish. Of course, he himself was pretty sensitive around the transformation seams of his armor. But you didn't have any seams along your sides here, just soft, squishy warmth. Could humans be ticklish anywhere? He continued his poking and prodding, not enough to have you squealing like you were before, but enough for you to whine and wiggle beneath his grasp, powerless to escape him. Your chest heaved, whimpers and giggles you couldn't fully stifle eking past your smile even as you pawed weakly at his exploring digits.

"Plush, comfortable, and oh-so-soft! -KSSZH!- Can't take my eyes off of you… -KZZT!- Beautiful, just beautiful."

"Oh, Bee." Bringing your hands up to cup his helm, you pressed a languid kiss to the front of his mouthpiece. His antenna fluttered as he let out a pleased churr that rumbled through his entire frame. Even after you pulled away from the kiss he nuzzled further into you, tucking his faceplate as far into the crook of your neck as he could, absolutely thrumming with affection. Absent-mindedly Bee wished that humans could read EM fields as easily as Cybertronians did. Then you would be able to feel the palpable desire he had for you as more than just a static charge that put your hair standing on end. But he would have to settle with his frame and whatever words his love-addled processor could scrape up from the local airwaves instead. Not that you really seemed to mind either way.

He trailed his digits down your sides once more, fondling that particularly soft area right above your hips with just a touch more intensity. Your giggle sounded closer to a stifled moan this time as you squeezed around his spike, one hand cupping the back of his neck and toying with the cables at the base of his helm.

"Feels -ZZT- …good?"

You nodded frantically, gasping against his neck cabling as he shifted so, so slowly, spike dragging along your burning hot inner walls before pressing carefully back in. He had to be careful, the last thing he wanted was to risk hurting you. But still, your little fingernails scraping at his paint job and your wet, shuddering gasps made it near-impossible to keep any composure.

"Good, it's good. You're just so big."

He let out an all-too-pleased sounding chirp, antennae fluttering in amusement.

"Don't let that go to your head, I swear Bee." You tried to give him a disapproving look, but you just couldn't keep the smile off your face. So he nuzzled his faceplate further into you, staring up at you with big, hopeful, baby-blue optics.

"I'll make love to you, like you want me to…~"

That got you. You let out a strangled guffaw of laughter, cupping your hands over your mouth as you burst into giggles. He tittered with mechanical laughter as well: small, amused buzzes that you could feel down into the tips of your toes. 

"You dork." You gave him another kiss, this one pressed to the side of his helm. "Mmh, you're lucky you're cute."

He gave a questioning buzz. "Just -ZZT- cute?"

"Alright! And strong."

"Zrrrrr?" He made a vague, teasing vocalization with an upwards tick at the ends that only made you want to laugh more.

"And brave, and fast… and sexy?"

"Bingo, sweetheart! -KSSH- Right on the money!"

You held in your laughter this time, but the goofy, amused smile you had on your face made him feel like you were reaching both hands past his chest plating and cupping his spark directly in your palms. A near-overwhelming flood of affection surged through him as he curled his frame over your small, soft body, thrusting into your perfect heat. The punched-out moan you let out only spurred him further, both servos scooping you up from beneath and cradling you off the rough ground as he rocked into you.

"It must have been love…~ -ZRRT- And I can't fight this feeling anymore!~ -KZZST- I am not a smart man. But I know what love is… -ZZRT- …Am I talking too much?"

"Oh, Bee. No, no Bee. You're perfect." You cradled his face in your hands so gently, with such brimming, overwhelming care and kindness and love that Bumblebee was certain he was going to melt into a helpless pile of energon and cables and liquid metal beneath the warmth and affection in your gaze. "I love you too. I love you, Bumblebee."

He tried to vocalize, but it trilled up into a sharp, staticky wail as pleasure punched through him like a stinger shot. Frame shivering where he curled over your own, the feeling of his transfluid spilling into you seemed to be just enough to push you to your own release as well. He whined again as your nails scratched at his perfect paint. He knew you wouldn't be able to leave a mark, but Primus be damned if he didn't want them.

He kept you cradled in his grip even as his spike depressurized and you both groaned at the feeling of his fluids drooling from your aching core. You let out a startled 'Woah!' as he rolled over, placing you draped across his chassis with his hands cradled around your back to keep you close to him.

"Could've given me a heads-up." You joked.

"Heads-up." He parroted your own voice back to you, breaking into more amused buzzes at the scandalized look on your face and the teasing slap you gave to his hood.

"You're so lucky I love you."

"I love you." He parroted again, hoping the subtle expressions on his faceplate were as easy to read to you as your soft eyes and warm, dreamy smile was to him. It must have been, or you probably wouldn't have pulled him in for another kiss.

[starliights-shining]

tf one sentinel prime… idek what to ask for specifically 😥 him being jealous maybe??

Hiiiii GOOD DAY!!! I do hope this is what you were and are looking for. It took me like a whole day to figure out how to start this but I GOT IT.

Pairing: TF1!Sentinel Prime x FEM!Reader

Warnings: Fingering, jealousy, jealous Sentinel and uhhh Sentinel prime is a warning of itself.

Your stabilizing servos carried you swiftly through the hall of the Iacons medical center. You were looking for those two Mining bots who were in the Iacon 5000. You just wanted to get to them before you dearly beloved Sentinel Prime does. At least to congratulate them before him and give them the praise from those who claim a Prime as their conjux. Your optics looking room to room looking. People stopped to speak to you but you just smiled and continued to tell them you’d “catch up with them in a little.” Which was a complete lie, You just wanted to meet those mining bots. Your optics finally landed on them. Sitting there bantering between each other as you opened the door. They stopped, optics locking onto you. 

“Hi.” 

You shyly waved. Your servo reached out to them attempting to shake it. 

“I know I’m not Sentinel, but I just wanted to say what you two did is super impressive. I liked it.” 

They both stood up out of their shock smiling and each shaking your servo. They both smiled at you. Orion Pax sighs in relief when he realizes you are not going to scold him and D-16 for their actions. 

“Had me a little worried, Mrs. (Y/N). I thought you were sent down here in place of Sentinel Prime. We were hoping the punishments wouldn't be as harsh,” 

You watched as a servo came up to reach for his helm and his optics looked away awkwardly. Then D-16 stepped in to speak. His first words being an apology, and babbling about how it was all Orion's idea. You clasped your servos together in front of you and listened to him. Orion Pax occasionally chiming in to say something which would lead to more banter. You laughed, their dynamic was fresh and freeing. It reminded you of your first few decades with Sentinel and how you two would do stupid things and be scolded by higher ups to stop. 

They both continued their banter, not stopping until the door behind you opened and in stepped Arachnid her optics looking at all three of you before speaking. 

“It’s clear, especially since (Y/N) is here.” 

And around the corner came Sentinel Prime. His optics land on you first and then the miner bots. 

“I appreciate you finding them dear.” 

A servo was placed on your pelvis as he leaned in to kiss the side of your helm. HIs attention quickly turned to them, taking over the conversation and praise. You stood quietly behind the Prime. Listening as he spoke and said a bunch of nothing to them. They had taken a pause Prime thinking about what to say next before you butted in. 

“I must go, but you two Miner bots were very impressive out there. I hope to see more from you two.” 

Your voice was soft, Sentinel took note of that, You don't speak to him with that soft of a voice anymore. He felt a burning jealousy in his spark as he put on a fake smile as you retreated elsewhere. Your processor forced on what you were going to do when you left the medical center, You might as well make your way to the data pad archive. 

Your servos grabbing at the first data pad that caught your attention. Digits thumbing and optics scanning through the words. Old writing with new writing explaining things and making comments on them. You took processor notes, pointing out things that made sense and things that didn't. That was until the loud noise of the door opening caught your attention. It sounded like someone was slamming it shut. Your helm swiveled around to find the culprit and they were making their way to you quickly. He was walking with a purpose. His optics looking darker than normal HIs servos grabbed at you pushing you into the shelving behind you. His lips locking onto yours and kissing you with a passion. Your lips kissing back but not able to keep up. The data pad had fallen from your servos, making a clattering noise echo in the room. His servo moved to grip your lower jaw as he pulled back. Your own servos grabbing at his arm, He smirked at you. HIs digits turned your helm different ways as examined you. 

“You think they enjoyed hearing such praises from you, The gorgeous Conjux of the last Prime?”

His question was soft, but the tone of his words were harsh and almost insulted. How dare you give other bots the praise that belongs to him, the last prime of Cybertron. His tumb ran over your bottom lip stopping you from speaking. His optics looked down at you, removing his digit to let you speak. 

“You gave them the same praise, Sentinel. It is no different if another prime gave them the same praise.” 

He thinks for a moment you were right, but that jealousy still burns within his spark, but it's a different jealousy not the same he felt those years back over the Matrix of leadership. No, this was completely different, you were his. His conjux! You should only ever praise him, the spark or your life. His servo on your hips tightened, Lifting you up with ease. Your stabilizing servos wrapped around his waist arms looping around his upper chest plating. He moved you, turning around and placing you on the table surface. The cold surface makes you shiver almost as you think about the next actions and how they’ll go down. 

“I don't think you’re getting it, Sweetspark. You’re supposed to only praise me, Your Prime.” 

Now you understand what is going on, he's jealous, upset that two lowly miner bots got more acknowledgement than he's gotten in the megacycle. He’s not mad or angry, just jealous, he wants you to realize this one thing. You are his. His one and only. He lets go of your waist. A servos resting on your thigh guard causing your stabilizers to relax. Loosen around him, while his other servo pushed your chassis backwards. 

“Let me remind you, who your praise should always be going to.”

One of his servos makes its way between your stabilizers, two digits looking for that sweet spot before finally gaining access to your valve. He could feel the arousal leaking from you, collecting on his digits as he made small motions. His optics watching your face plating intently waiting for the exact moment you start to fall under the spell of his servos. Your lean back propping yourself up right just to be able to lean your helm on his shoulder plating, and if you look down enough you can see his digits making a mess of your valve. Your hips moving back and forth to meet him at least half and get more friction. He can tell that's what you're doing. 

Your helms back a bit and your mouth is left open as you let every single lewd noise out. No need to hold back when your Prime is the only person who can and will ever hear you. You move a bit down, your optics opening and locking with his.

“Frag,” 

It's barely heard under your moans and groans. He can see you getting close. An evil thought crossed his processor. His digits come to a slowing pace. Watching as you gasp and wiggle your hips to get friction back. Your optics open quickly and give him a sharp evil look. He shakes his head. 

“Come on, you know what you have to do to get more.” 

You couldn't believe it, he wants you to praise him so you can come on his servo. You don't even give it a second thought. Your mouth is fixing to say something but no words come out and all you can do is gasp and stare at the prime in front of you. 

“Imma need you to say something soon, Darling, or im stopping.” 

He knew what he was doing. Digits picking up in pace and slowing down just enough to keep you right there but not fully bring you over. He was cruel, cruel when he wanted something specific. Your processor can’t even think of anything to say to him. Not even a thank you seems good enough for him. Your mouth forms to say things but your processor can't force anything out, it seems to be out of words at this moment. He’s able to tell, optics watching as your life sits in his hands. He knows you have acknowledged your mistakes, but something in him just isn’t satisfied. He smiles down at you. 

“Spit it out, I know you can.” 

You close your optics, shaking your helm as your waist continues its motion. A servo is placed on your waist, pushing down to stop you from moving. That seemed to be all it took. A loud gasp leaving your mouth as you spoke shakily. 

“I’m sorry Prime, You're the only bot on whos able,” 

You paused, hips jerking up and a moan leaving you. 

“Only bot who impressed me. I'm so grateful, So grateful for your work to find the lead, leadership. Please.”

He can see the liquid pooling around your optics, that desperate sound in your vocalizer that hit his spike just the right way. It lights something within him, A primal urge to just let you have all of him. He lets out a small chuckle, his servo on your hips releasing you as his digits pick up speed.

“Good Girl, Good job.” 

His voice pushes you over in just the right way that sends jolts down your frame. Your frame shakes as your stabilizers lock around him. Your noises carrying around the room and hallways around. Your orgasm sends you shaking to prime, babbling incoherent praises in order to keep him going. You settle down a bit, taking deep breaths in as you lay all the back on the table. He pulls his digits from you, a shiver running over you after. Your optics looking down at him. You move your stabilizers, pulling them up on the table in a motion to almost getting up. His servos grab at your knee joints, stopping you. That same look in his eyes from before, as he whispers to you.

“I'm not done with you yet.” 

[tinydefector]

Thundercracker rut cycle

Thundercracker x human

Rut cycle masterlist

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, giant/tiny, praising, sub Thundercracker.

This mech needs so much more with smut fics but gods did I have fun writing him getting treated to some praising.

_______________

The little human from earlier had Thundercracker's full attention. They are peacefully unaware of his burning gaze on them despite the sweet scent that came from their smaller frame, making him nearly snarl with want. His vents hitch slightly each time they shoot him a slight glance.

Venting deeply, the Seeker steadied himself. Fighting a losing battle to purge heated lines each time his frame caught a whiff of their scent, it was truly maddening to him, most times during rut he had Starscream or Skywarp, but as of recently neither of them had the time nor the interest.

"Hello, can I help you?" They call out to him their voice sounds so sinfully sweet to him that his digits dig into his servos as he watches them. They weren't afraid like many others of their species. Thundercracker vented sharply as the sweet scent of the little organic's arousal hit his olfactory sensors. His valve clenched and spike throbbed behind its panels at the alluring smell.

He reigns himself in enough to talk. Leaning down, his optics roved hungrily over the small creature's form. "Hello, fleshling," he rumbled, fans whirring loudly. The seeker cycled several intakes, struggling to override protocols screaming for him to claim a mate, he knew he should go and find one of his Trine or just another Decepticon but he was getting sick of getting sidelined over his needs.

"Your scent, it's very intoxicating" Thundercracker said gruffly. His plating felt too constricting against his frame, everything was screaming at his processor he needed to interface. The seeker loomed closer. They continue to watch him warily but relax slightly. "Oh, um thank you?" They feel rather exacerbated by the strange comment from the cybertronian. Their eyes flick to his vents that cast out loud whines with air as his plating shifts uncomfortably.

"Your species bears no reproductive cycles?" He questions helm tilted, most times all it took was remarking about their scent for Thundercracker to get someone in a berth during his rut, but now he's starting to question if humans actually have cycles. His panelling felt molten.

"Oh no, humans do have a reproductive cycle, we just don't tend to um.. smell it. Sorry you just took me off guard, I was aware that the Ark was on somewhat of a lock down due to your people experiencing some problems" They fluster slightly over saying it.

Leaning closer, the Seeker met their gaze. gritting his denta, as he tries to figure out the best way to broach the subject. "Are you alright, do you need me to get someone?" They ask softly. Thundercracker vented sharply as another wave of their scent washed over him. "Fraggit," he growled, fans whirring into their highest setting.

"I...apologise for my lack of control, it's getting to me. And no I doubt the other would be interested in helping" he vented. They look around for a moment, going quiet. "Close the door and sit down, you have to stay quiet though" they instruct while quickly making sure that they are the only ones in the room. "Do you want help with your problem?" They ask while motioning to his now leaking interface panel.

Thundercracker cycled a heavy ventilation as a whine leaves him, wings flicking at their words. "Primus, yes," the seeker growled, fans whirring loudly. He pressed the button for the door to close with a click, then lowered himself to sit on the floor. His optics burned hungrily as they roved over the human's smaller form.

The seeker cycled several intakes, fans howling as another surge of the organic's scent rolled over sensors. The moment they climb up onto his lap it has the seekers servos wrapping around their waist pulling them flush against his panel.

"Easy big guy, don't want you breaking me" they chuckle trying to make light of the situation. "Gotta be gentle with me, I'm human remember, I'm happy to help but you have to be gentle, tell me what you want pretty mech" they coo softly at him. Running their hands up his plating teasingly. Thundercracker managed to chuckle, though his voice carried a husky edge, betraying his own need.

"Alright, alright, I'll be gentle," he replied, his words laced with a mix of desire and restraint. He knew the importance of control, especially with a fragile being like this one.

They gasp as his servos cup their hips, feeling the way the metal digs into them through their clothing, They look up at him. " Is this alright?" They ask while slowly grinding against him.

The feeling has him nearly moaning as they grind against him. "Yeah, it's... it's more than alright," Thundercracker managed to reply, As they continued their slow, deliberate grinding, Thundercracker felt himself teetering on the edge of restraint. The sensation of their body moving against him, the heat and friction building between them, has groans and heavy vents of air falling from him.

Transfluid slowly leaks from the seams of his interface panel, as he continues to grind them against his heated plating. They gasp when the pink fluid begins to stick to their skin. "Didn't take you as one who liked humans" they chuckle softly,getting more comfortable as they continue to move against him.

"Oh, you have no idea," Thundercracker replied, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. The pink fluid that now adorned the human's skin and clothing has an almost primal part of the mech wanting to just rip the fabric off them. As he continued to guide them in their movements, the sensation of their bodies moving together sent shivers of pleasure through him. "You humans have your ways of surprising me," Thundercracker remarked, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

"You seem to be handling yourself rather well for being in rut" they tease, playful touches continued to stoke the fire of his arousal. "Well, what can I say? I've had plenty of practice," Thundercracker replied, despite the overwhelming sensations coursing through him, Thundercracker found himself oddly at ease in the human's presence, much more than he would be with Skywarp or Starscream. He didn't feel like he had to put up the Decepticon facade.

"Don't get many chances for release?" They inquire, as Thundercracker begins to trace their body through their shirt, enjoying how soft and delicate they feel. "Though the Decepticons would want their troops in tip top shape " they discard their shirt for him to have more access to their skin.

"Release? Ha! You have no idea," Thundercracker grunted, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and desire. "Peak condition? Yeah, right," Thundercracker scoffed, his movements growing more urgent as he touched their chest and stomach caressing and admiring. "The Decepticons don't care about our well-being, just our obedience," Thundercracker remarked, his tone laced with bitterness.

"Why do you stay with them then?" They hum as the cool metal of his servos trace down their chest and stomach, a deep hungry growl leaves him as the hormones and pheromones from their body make his own arousal more visible. "Why did I stay with them? It's complicated," Thundercracker began, his voice tinged with a hint of hesitation. The memories of his loyalty to the Decepticons, despite their lack of care for his well-being.

"Starscream and Skywarp are why I stay, they are my trinemates" Thundercracker explained, his movements growing more urgent.They move back enough to pull their pants off, throwing them to the floor and moving back to sit spread across his lap. "Come on pretty mech let me see what you've got hidden here, ill take care of you" Their bold actions sent a surge of desire coursing through Thundercracker's circuits, his systems humming with anticipation as they straddled his lap.

With a deep growl of longing, Thundercracker's interface panel opens his spike surge forth, transfluid leaking from it and down into his lap. "Oh woah" they stutter looking over the details and colours of his spike, the pink transfluid leaking through the ridges of his spike. they run their hands along it while moving closer for Thundercracker to grind against them. "I don't know if that will fit " the state shyly

"I assure you, it will fit just fine," he reassured them, his words carrying a hint of mischief and desire. As he lifts them up, slowly letting them get comfortable as he slowly presses into them. A loud moaned whine leaves them as Thundercracker presses his spike into their tight sex, his servos holding their hips as he grinds his spike deeper.

It is a tight grip and sinful feeling of how tight a human is wrapped around his spike. "Mmm, fuck never thought I'd be fucking a Cybertronian" they mumble thought a shaky breath. Gasping loudly as he thrust and rocks against them, never too rough with his movements.

As he grounds his spike deeper, feeling their body react to the tight grip, Thundercracker couldn't help but let out a low growl of satisfaction. "Mmm, that's it," Thundercracker's voice is a husky whisper, filled with desire. "You feel so good wrapped around me, human. Never thought I'd be indulging in such pleasures with one of your kind," he murmured, his tone laced with a newfound appreciation for the human before him. Despite the general disdain that Decepticons held towards humans and organics, he is rather enjoying himself.

Thundercracker found himself lost in the intoxicating sensations picking up his pace as he leaned back on the floor, wings twitching and stretching each time he tilted in them. feeling their tightness compared to Skywarp and Starscream, Thundercracker couldn't help but be amazed by how different it was, they are so much warmer and softer than a Cybertronian but took just as much of his spike.

"Mmm, you're something else," Thundercracker's voice was filled with admiration and lust. "You take me so well, frag im close," he confessed, his optics flicking off as he begins to buck into them. Their fingers scratch at his plating as Thundercracker growls lowly. He is so close to overloading despite not wanting to, his frame is pent up and this sweet little fleshling has him nearly a puddle on the floor due to how soft they are.

A primal moan escapes his vocalizer as he overloaded, grinding deeper into them as he holds them flush against his frame rutting into them trying to make sure they take as much of his transfluid as possible, little praises leave him as he holds them close. Loud moans leave them as they grip onto his plating as the bright pink fluid begins gushing from them, leaking into Thundercracker's plating and onto the floor. “ fuck..” they whine as they press their forhead to his frame.

“Are you alright?, your not hurt?” Thundercracker begins only for them to press back down onto his spike earning a mix of legitimate mix of words. “I'm more than alright blue but it looks like you need a lot more than just one go” they tease. Feeling how pent up he still is. He goes to move only for them to press a hand to his middle section. “Ah, ah no, I'm not done yet, pretty boy, you and I have some more getting to know each other to do” they coo at him onyk for his thrusters to flick on from their words.

Thundercracker could get used to this, he realises.

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Everything is Alright Pt 30

Starscream x Reader-doubts

• Servos sliding down your spine, he listens to the sound of your breathing. Reassuring himself that you’re there. That all’s well even though a vague sense of disquiet nags at him. He’d given up on recharge, his processor circling back again and again to an old nightmare so familiar he knows exactly what will happen even as he has no power to change those events. A terrible loss in battle, Megatron leveling the blame on him. Taking it out on him in a rage. Tearing his wings from his frame as he screams, a ped slamming down on his back, breaking him. He knows the nightmare, it never changes.

• But this time it had. An invisible force dragging at his limbs, holding him back as he struggles to get there in time. Knowing deep down he won’t as he calls out to you to run and you just look at him with those trusting eyes. Waiting for him to reach you, protect you even as Megatron seizes your tiny form in his servos and you scream in pain. Shuddering, his venting goes rough to stir your hair and you mumble. Cheek sliding against his chassis as you shift in your sleep on him. His wings are shivering even trapped under him, that tremble rolling through his frame. It hadn’t been real, but it could be. Because of him. He nudges your head with his servo and you reach up a little hand, fingers grazing him and then draping your arm around him as you curl around that digit with a sigh.

• He needs you, but you don’t really need him, do you? You’re only dependent on him because he’s trapped you here helpless. His head falls back, helm thumping on his berth as he stares at the ceiling. He’s survived Megatron’s anger over and over. But you won’t. He doesn’t know why Soundwave or his Trine hasn’t let his secret slip yet, but it’s only a matter of time until you’re discovered. And he won’t be able to protect you. You wriggle closer to his servo with a soft, sleepy sound that darts through his spark in a jolt of awareness. That warmth that you stir in him growing even as panic begins to spread. He can’t let you go. Can’t protect you and you’re all he has. Nothing else stays or lasts. Neither will you if Megatron discovers you.

• An unsteady rumbling thrums through you and you sleepily lift your head. Starscream has an arm thrown across his face, his denta bared like he’s in pain as he growls softly. And you wake up enough to realize you’ve got your arms and legs wrapped around one of his servos, shoving upright and away as your face heats. His arm shifts, a red optic peering down at you without any real ire about you spooning his servo. He probably just thinks you’re being clingy. “Good morning,” you mutter, knowing he enjoys the little greeting. Usually the corner of his mouth twitches in an almost smile, but not this time. He’s just staring at you and there’s something so lost in his expression. A sadness that cuts through you. “Everything okay?”

• Always worrying about him instead of yourself. He runs the tip of that servo over your cheek in a gentle caress. No, he’s not okay. It’s not like he didn’t already know he’s selfish, but he’s never felt guilty about it before now. “Of course,” he rasps, spark aching as you reach up to lay a soft palm on his servo. Just one thing that was his. Was it so much to ask to be able to keep one thing. One little spot of peace. To be selfish and hoard those little smiles you give so readily, your affectionate touches and the sound of your soft voice asking him about his day. Agreeing with him. Just being there.

• Why does his spark hurt so much? Like he’s lost something so precious that he can’t survive without it. You’re right there, but for how long?

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[bones4thecats]

Hi I see you’re request are open can I ask of transformers animated Optimus x female bot Vaggie reader , she use to be an elite guard but after she spare the life of an decepticon she was punish by her superior (sentinel spark mate) by cutting her optic and taking away her position

TFA! Optimus Prime w/ Vaggie-Bot! S/O

Character: Optimus Prime (Transformers Animated) Requester: 🩰Anon A/N: I'm gonna call you 🩰Anon, unless you're one of my other Anons. Which if you are please tell me and I can change it! Anyways, I hope you liked this! Also, there is no mention of the Lute-ified Cybertronian being Sentinel's sparkmate, but if you want her to be, you can imagine it. ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Mentions of body mutilation, attempted murder, death, murder and trauma ⚠️

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╚═════ Optimus Prime ══════════════════════════╝

⚔️ Graduating alongside your old friend, Napier, you began to serve your Captain, Supersonic. Who, despite the fact he had a large processor, was a very good leader when it came to any kind of military issue

⚔️ Now, many cycles after your first day alongside the two Elite Guard members, you were now working with a space-bridge repair crew lead by your sparkmate, Optimus Prime, you were happily watching over Sari while her father worked

"Hey Y/N!" The young girl yelled from the ground.

"What's up, Sari?"

"Why do you have that patch on your eye?"

⚔️ Your one good optic widened as you reached up and felt the metal patch covering your opposite optic. The straight-edged black metal with a rose-red x on it making your digits repulse slightly

"It's a long story, you really don't wanna know." You said nervously.

"No! No! No! I've wanted to know as well!" Bumblebee said, standing up from behind the human child.

"Know what?" Bulkhead asked as he walked in.

"What happened to Y/N's optic."

"Oh yeah! Me three!"

"Now, now, you guys. If Y/N doesn't feel comfortable telling the story, they shouldn't have too." Optimus said as he laid a servo on your shoulder.

"I concur." Prowl said.

⚔️ Sari, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead all awed as you smiled gently and laid your servo on Optimus', assuring him that it was fine for them to ask you since they were far more innocent with the cost of serving underneath Ex-Captain Supersonic

⚔️ Motioning for them all to sit down, even having Ratchet join in right before you began the tale, much to his fake chagrin. You felt Sari finally situate her blanket around herself and lean into the large pillow she held to look at you and listen

"It all started during one of our patrols to check for any rogue Decepticons..."

»–•–«

⚔️ Walking side-by-side Napier, you smiled and nodded along with her rambles. She was speaking about how troublesome some of your previous classmates at the Autobot Academy were since they were joining your regiment under Supersonic

"Lieutenants Y/N and Napier."

⚔️ Turning around, you saw one of your Captain's mechs bowing lightly before standing and telling you that the titular mech wanted you and her to speak with him in his office

⚔️ Nodding along with his words like you did with Napier, the three of you walked down many halls towards the golden-office, stopping only until Supersonic allowed the door to be opened

⚔️ Sitting down with his pedes up on his desk as he sharpened his axe-like weapon, you bowed alongside your friend

"Captain Supersonic."

"Ah, just the two I wanted to see! We have an incident that needs immediate care."

"What seems to be this 'incident'?" Napier asked.

"There are some Decepticon signals being caught on this planet- uh... what was the planet's name again?" He asked the Bot who had escorted you both there.

"Bov 05UC, sir."

"Yeah! Bov 05UC. You two need to go there and arrest them, bring them back, and you'll be on my good side even more! How does that sound?" He said, leaning back to continue sharpening his weapon.

⚔️ Staring at Napier, you nodded before announcing your agreement to the departure

"Alright! You are both needed in the ship in... a megacycle. You might wanna get packin'."

"Understood, sir." Napier said.

"Have a good rest of your cycle, sir."

"Yeah, yeah. Get out."

»–•–«

"Wow! He sounds like a big scrap-head!" Bulkhead said.

"Well, you're not wrong. Captain Supersonic wasn't the most polite Cybertronian back home. I remember one time he literally came to me injured during the war and expected me to treat him like some prince! He was beyond arrogant with his title." Ratchet admitted.

"Anyways, Y/N, do continue," said Prowl.

"Yes, well, when we arrived on the planet, that was when the incident occurred."

»–•–«

⚔️ The sound of swords clashing was all you could hear besides the screams of the inhabitants of Bov 05UC running away from the fighting

"Y/N, that 'Cons getting away!" Napier yelled, pointing her sword at a runaway Decepticon.

"I got 'em!" You yelled back, chasing after the enemy.

⚔️ Landing from the jump before the alleyway, you watched the short Decepticon turn around. It wasn't a grown Cybertronian, it was a young one... a sparkling...

⚔️ Sorrow filled you as you lowered your spear from attack mode from seeing their fearful optics

⚔️ Stepping towards him, you hushed him in an effort to keep him safe and quiet so that Napier or another guard couldn't hear you sparing his life

"Go. Run now!" You whispered as the little one ran off.

⚔️ Hearing steps behind you, you were shocked to see both Napier and Captain Supersonic there. Napier then grabbed your arm, pulling you towards her, before striking you down with her own sword

⚔️ You screamed in pain as she stabbed your fallen optic into the ground

"Decepticon-sympathizing filth like you has no place in the Elite Guard." She said, ripping your title and honor away from you in a single action.

⚔️ As the two walked away, you struggled to walk off. Only to be found by a random Cybertronian, one you didn't recognize. They kneeled before you with a shock-filled expression before covering your energon-bleeding wound with a large cloth from their carry-on compartment

»–•–«

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! So your friend, who you grew up with just- tore your optic out and took your position away from you like it was nothing! Who does she think she is?!" Sari yelled.

⚔️ Optimus looked at you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side as you smiled and patted Sari's little head with your digit

"It's fine now, Sari. I have a great life now. I have a real family. You guys care about one another like nobody ever did back in the Elite Guard. Well, at least the subgroup that Supersonic once led."

"You keep talking about him in past tense, did he like retire or something?" Bumblebee asked.

"Something of the sort..." You nervously answered.

⚔️ Ratchet stood up after you drifted off topic, finishing your answer honestly himself

"He went offline during another battle against Decepticons. Though, those ones were forced to be obedient against their will. Napier, by what I remember, was sent to prison for attempting to kill her fellow soldiers during a state of rage-driven madness."

⚔️ Sari's eyes widened as she looked back at you and Optimus

"You also said that you have a real family now... do you consider us family?" Bulkhead asked.

"Of course! Prowl's the oddball, Ratchet's the grumpy old-mech, Bee and Bulk are the younger siblings, Sari and Isaac are basically like the friends of the unit-"

"And you and Optimus are like the parents!"

"Huh?!" "What?!"

"Too much?"

"Just a tad..."

[imsobadatnicknames2]

Music commission prices!

Update: Editing my prices again bc I still think I was undercharging a little bit from my work and also the payment processor I use to transfer money from P*ypal to my bank account recently increased their fees.

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[in1-nutshell]

What would be the lost light crew’ reaction to being told how humans create life by pregnant reader?

Someone's going to come out of this discussion scared or with new respect. Since you didn't ask for any specific characters, I will be choosing them at random.

Hope you enjoy!

Pregnant Human Buddy trying to explain Human life to Rung, Nautica, Ambulon, Cyclonus, and Skids

SFW, Platonic, mentions things in pregnancy, slight angst at beginning, Human reader

MTMTE

Buddy was pregnant. One minute they were filing some reports for Magnus, the next they were in the medbay far from Earth looking at the paperwork that read that their pregnancy test was positive. Buddy immediately went to phone their significant other to tell them the news, only to find out they had left the country on unrelated things.

Now Buddy was left with the Lost Light, in space, with their future baby.

What can go wrong?

Apparently a lot. Who knew that announcing their pregnancy to the crew would lead to a Q and A. Each Bot had a number to wait for so Buddy could individually answer their questions.

Here are just some of the few...

Rung

Rung had already a grasp on the basics when it came down to human anatomy.

Blame him for being bored and curious on how his human friend's brain worked. He wanted to see how similar they were to a Cybertronian processor.

Rung does ask to touch Buddy's stomach to feel the baby. He is one of the few Bot's that feels the baby kicking.

"Oh my! What was that?"--Rung

"That's the baby kicking Rung. They wanted to say hello."--Buddy

"Does it hurt? They are kicking you after all."--Rung

"Nah, it doesn't hurt really. But it does make me want to pee."--Buddy

He becomes much more careful with Buddy as they get further into their pregnancy. Rung makes sure Buddy has a good net of friends they can call on in case they need it.

Nautica

Like Rung, has some of the basics down on human anatomy thanks to Velocity's studies.

When you have a friend studying this for years, you're Bound to get some of it stuck in your head.

Nautica is asking questions left and right.

"Do you know how many babies you'll have?"--Nautica

"Not yet Nautica, it's still too early for the ultrasound to be clear."--Buddy

"How many can you get?"--Nautica

"Well, that depends. I've heard some parents have six at once."--Buddy

"Wait... How do they get out?"--Nautica

"...It's a good thing you're sitting down."--Buddy

Buddy has to calm Nautica down after telling her about the joys of child birth.

Nautica is protective of Buddy and their little bun in the oven after that talk. She reads up on as many midwife books she can get her servos on. Just in case.

She loves placing her digits on the swollen belly. Of course she asks Buddy permission before touching the belly.

Ambulon

Ambulon is one of first in line for the questions given he is one of the only other doctors on board.

He already has a list of things to ask.

"You have cravings? Are they anything like what you usually crave?"--Ambulon

"Well now that you said that, I'm really craving some pasta with chocolate syrup and pop tarts."--Buddy

"... That doesn't sound remotely healthy at all."--Ambulon

"That's what the baby wants Ambulon."--Buddy

Ambulon is one of the first to see the ultrasound when it's time. The picture looked cute in a creepy way. He didn't know humans started out like that!

Silently crying on the inside when he feels the baby kicking. It's such a gentle little nudge!

He scans the photos of the baby for Buddy to have .

Cyclonus

Cyclonus said he was here because Tailgate wanted to be here.

That's a lie.

He was actually a bit scared of how swollen Buddy's stomach was getting. This Q and A could lead him to the answers he needs.

"There is a youngling... Growing inside you?"--Cyclonus

"Yeah, the little guys are growing in me."--Buddy

"Surely when they come out they will be a mighty warrior like their caregiver."--Cyclonus

"Aaww! Thanks Cyclonus! But it'll take some years for them to hold a blaster."--Buddy

"Yes years of training and the young one will hold it."--Cyclonus

"... Cyclonus... The baby won't be able to do much for the first few years? What do you think a toddlers just going to come out of me with basic knowledge of the universe?"--Buddy

"Are you saying that doesn't happen?"--Cyclonus

Cyclonus's Q and A were a bit longer than expected. But not the longest Buddy had to answer.

Cyclonus becomes one of Buddy's unofficial official bodyguards as the time for childbirth approaches.

Skids

He is one of the last to know about the Q and A.

Skids takes one look at Buddy's stomach and thinks they are going to explode. Thankfully Buddy managed to explain the Q and A before Skids took them to get their stomachs pumped.

"So there's a kid growing inside you?"--Skids

"Yep."--Buddy

"But did you just willed them to be there? Or do you have a Hotspot inside you?"--Skids

"What's a Hotspot?"--Buddy

There is a lot of cultural misunderstandings and learning involved in this Q and A.

Skids learn the dangers of childbirth through Rung and Ratchet. He is scared for Buddy.

He is a part of the unofficial official bodyguard group formed for Buddy.

[techcomengineering]

Revolutionizing Public Address Systems: The Future of Communications

In today's fast-paced world, effective communication is paramount in various settings, from schools and healthcare facilities to airports and corporate offices.

To meet these demands, a new generation of communication technology has emerged, offering a flexible and efficient solution for broadcasting messages and announcements over vast areas.

This technology leverages the power of networks to provide seamless and adaptable communication, making it a game-changer for public address systems.

The Evolution of Public Address Systems

Traditional public address systems have come a long way since the days of simple megaphones. They have evolved from rudimentary setups to more advanced analog systems, which, while functional, had inherent limitations.

These analog systems often relied on extensive wiring and lacked the scalability required to adapt to changing needs. Maintenance and expansion were cumbersome processes, hindering the efficiency of communication.

Unlocking the Potential of Network Technology

The introduction of network technology has reshaped the landscape of public address systems, addressing the limitations of their analog predecessors. By seamlessly integrating with existing data networks, these modern communication systems have unlocked a host of benefits:

Flexibility and Scalability: Modern public address systems can cover extensive areas without the need for complicated wiring. Adding or modifying speakers and zones is a straightforward process, allowing for adaptability to evolving requirements.

Centralized Control: User-friendly software interfaces centralize system control. Authorized personnel can efficiently manage announcements, music playback, and emergency notifications from a single control panel, streamlining operations.

Exceptional Audio Quality: The use of network technology ensures that messages are conveyed with remarkable clarity, even in noisy environments. This feature is particularly critical during emergencies when precise communication is vital.

Integration Capabilities: These advanced systems can seamlessly integrate with other security and communication solutions, such as fire alarms and security cameras. This interconnectedness enhances overall safety and situational awareness.

Cost Efficiency: While the initial investment may be higher compared to older systems, the long-term cost-efficiency of modern public address systems becomes evident. Reduced maintenance and wiring expenses, along with energy-efficient components, contribute to a lower total cost of ownership.

Applications Abound

The versatility of these modern communication systems lends itself to a broad array of applications:

Education: Schools and universities utilize these systems for announcements, emergency notifications, and school-wide broadcasts.

Healthcare: Hospitals and healthcare facilities rely on them to communicate with staff, patients, and visitors efficiently.

Retail: Stores and shopping centers employ these systems for advertising, background music, and security announcements.

Transportation: Airports, train stations, and bus terminals depend on these systems for public announcements and emergency notifications.

Corporate: In office buildings, these systems facilitate company-wide announcements, conference calls, and background music distribution.

Embracing the Future of Communication

As these systems continue to evolve, we can anticipate further advancements and innovations.

The future of communication lies in the seamless integration of network technology with public address systems, ensuring that messages are conveyed efficiently and effectively to large audiences across diverse settings.

With their flexibility, scalability, centralized control, audio quality, and integration capabilities, modern communication systems are poised to meet the communication needs of our ever-changing world.

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Attention

Summary: Seraph is busy with work, but V wants her attention.

Fandom: Murder Drones (The Explorer Drone AU)

Pairing: Sera-V

Features: Self-Insert Character

Word Count: 2,212

Warnings: This is a tickle fic! If that’s not your thing, just keep scrolling.

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It was a quiet night in Seraph’s housing unit, the explorer drone seated at her desk with her tablet and a stack of papers. She was once again grading student assignments, carefully scanning over each art piece before filling out the digital rubric and moving on.

It was tedious and time-consuming work, but it was something Seraph had grown accustomed to. Plus, she was able to find some joy in it when she noticed one of the students listening to her suggestions and making improvements. Of course, there were still some who refused to properly try, happy to skim through with barely passing grades just to be able to graduate.

A grimace found its’ way to her face as Seraph marked off Darren’s assignment, filling out his rubric before a low groan reached her audio receptors. Her gaze flicked to the ceiling, figuring one of the pipes was settling until her bedroom’s vent grate swung open and a figure dropped in. Seraph snapped up as the sudden visitor landed elegantly on her bed, hardly making a sound as she sat down and kicked her legs over the side.

“Hey, Seraph~” She said, grinning widely. Seraph’s expression quickly turned annoyed.

“V, I told you not to just show up through the vents.” She scolded. “What if I had someone else in here?”

“Free food, I guess.” V replied, still grinning. Seraph annoyed look only deepened, but she simply sighed and leaned one arm against the back of her chair.

“What are you even doing here?” She asked. V merely shrugged.

“Got bored.” She answered bluntly. “N’s asleep, so I’ve got time.” Seraph’s expression changed slightly, seeming less annoyed before turning her attention back to the papers in front of her.

“Well, unfortunately, I’m currently grading papers.” She told her. “So you’ll have to wait until I’m done.” V’s grin faded immediately, and she flopped onto her side on Seraph’s bed.

“Oh come on,” she groaned, “grading papers is boring! Come have fun with me!” Seraph’s processors halted momentarily as a few ideas for ‘fun’ slipped through them, but she shook her head.

“Sorry V, this can’t wait.” She said firmly. “I need to have these all graded by tomorrow.” V’s tail flicked in irritation, a loud sigh escaping her as she rolled onto her back.

“Seriously?” She complained. “It’s Just a bunch of papers! Who cares?”

“The school board.” Seraph replied, not even glancing at her. “And I have to, if I want to keep my job.”

“Well, if I cared about my job, you’d be an oil splatter on the wall right now.” V countered, turning her head and grinning wickedly. Seraph stopped her movements momentarily, the image flashing across her internal screen before she spoke.

“Touché.” She admitted, a sigh following. “Look, I’m about two-thirds done, I just need twenty minutes and then we can do whatever you want.” V perked up slightly at the offer, rolling fully onto her side as her eyes remained focused on the explorer drone. One minute passed, then two, and soon V came to the conclusion that twenty minutes was still too long to wait.

“This is boring.” She whined. Seraph didn’t even look up.

“Then go find something to do.” She said in a deadpan tone. V pouted once more before jumping off of Seraph’s bed, moving right up to the brunette’s side.

“But I want to do something with you!” She grinned, trying to convince her. “Come on, you know you hate this stuff. The stupid school board doesn’t have to know!”

“V, seriously-YEE!” Seraph’s annoyed tone turned to a surprised squeak as V had tried to grab her arm, the murder drone’s fingers accidentally grazing her ribs. The reaction caused V’s eyes to widen, while an embarrassed blush started to form on Seraph’s visor. This stirred a memory in V’s processors, soon realizing what was going on and turning her confused expression into a wicked grin.

“Seraph~” The teasing tone in V’s voice was more than enough and Seraph shoved off her desk, launching herself clean across the room. V grinned excitedly and dove after her, barely missing the explorer drone as she leapt from her chair and rushed out the door.

“Get back here!” V shouted, her hunting programs kicking in as she gave chase. Seraph didn’t even look back as she ran into the main room, sliding under the dining table in a quick attempt to hide. A few seconds passed before claws reached around the underside of the table, earning a startled gasp and sending Seraph rushing out from the other side. V had been hoping for this, however, her tail rushing down and wrapping around Seraph’s ankle before she could get away.

“WH-oomph!” Seraph hit the ground as she was tripped, barely managing to roll over before V pounced on her. Her visor held that iconic ‘X’ before switching back to her usual eyes, but her sinister grin remained.

“Nice try~” She purred as she straddled Seraph’s hips. “I appreciate the little hunt, though~” Seraph opened her mouth to protest, but quickly snapped shut as the tips of V’s claws gently glided down her side. The action sent a rush of tingles through her nerve system, her body twitching as she clamped her hands over her mouth.

“Oh no, you’re not holding out on me~” V spoke as her tail unwound from Seraph’s ankle, her claws changing back to her normal hands and snagging the brunette’s wrists. Seraph tried to hold her arms in place, but V was much stronger and easily pulled them over her head, securing them with her tail so she couldn’t pull them down again.

“V, c-come on!” Seraph managed, a small blush tinting the edges of her visor. “I still have-EEP!” She quickly snapped her mouth shut as V gently wiggled her fingers over her stomach, causing her to squirm.

“Ooh, does someone have a ticklish belly?~” V cooed. “Come on, you’re only making this worse for yourself~ I’ll find the spot that breaks you one way or another~” Her tone caused Seraph’s blush to increase, her eyes shutting as she clenched her jaw to hold back her giggles. Her feet kicked and pushed against the floor, trying to worm her way out from under V, but she didn’t have the strength with the tickling distracting her.

V wasn’t making it easy, either. She moved from Seraph’s stomach to her sides, swirling her fingers in a way that made the explorer drone squeak and thrash. She bit her lip to try and hold her laughter back, but a wobbly smile stretched across her face as she was already starting to near her breaking point.

“Aww, are you gonna laugh?~” V continued teasing as she crept her hands up to Seraph’s ribs. “I just know you’re about to break~ Maybe I should try right… here!~” In a flash, she started spidering her fingers up and down her ribs, catching Seraph by surprise and causing her to squeal. The tickling quickly spread through her nerve system and she started laughing, tossing her head back and kicking her feet against the floor.

“Nooohohoho-haha!” She cried. “V-hehehee!” The murder drone’s grin stretched wide across her face in triumph, her fingers continuing to dance over Seraph’s ribs and earning more laughter.

“There you go!~” She said in a teasingly sweet voice. “Aww, look at you~ You’re just a giggly mess, all from a little tickling~” Seraph’s laughter shot up in pitch in response, a steady line of blush covering the bottom half of her visor.

“Don’t tehehease! Hahaha!” She squealed, trying to hide her face in her arm. “I stihihill have-haha! H-Hahahave wohork to dohoho!” Her pleas were unsurprisingly ignored, as V kept tickling up and down her ribs to find which spots were more sensitive.

“Nope, no work.” She replied simply. “You chose work over me, so now you face the consequences~” She slipped one hand closer to Seraph’s shoulder joint, her fingers grazing under it and earning a loud shriek of laughter.

“NOHOHahAha nahat thehehere!” Seraph howled, her laughter turning into cackling. V took note of the almost psychotic sound that her laugh held, finding it rather endearing and wanting to hear more.

“Not where?~” She replied, acting oblivious. “You mean here?~” She moved both hands up and started tickling under Seraph’s shoulder joints, earning more hysterical cackles. The explorer drone was slamming her feet against the floor at this point, tossing her head from side to side as the tickling overwhelmed her nerve system.

“V-HEHEHAHAHAA!” Seraph’s laughter echoed throughout the unit, her visor glowing from her blush and a wide grin spread across her face. V wound up staring at her for a moment, a faint blush dusting her own visor before she collected herself and chuckled.

“Seems I’ll have to keep a memory file on this spot~” She mused, continuing to trace and tickle under her shoulder joint. “Especially if it allows me to hear your adorable laugh~” Much to her surprise, Seraph shook her head even faster in disagreement.

“IHIHIT’S NAHAHAAT!” She managed, causing V’s eyes to widen. A spark of challenge went off in her processors, and she pressed her fingers a bit harder against the sensitive spot.

“Are you really trying to argue with me right now?” She questioned. “Maybe I’ll just have to keep tickling you until you admit your laugh is cute~” She didn’t give Seraph a chance to respond as she sped up her movements, skittering under her shoulder joints and over her ribs in a full-on tickle attack. A loud shriek escaped Seraph’s voice box as a result, soon dissolving into frantic cackling and thrashing.

“NAAAHAHAHAHAHA V-HEHEHEE!!” She could hardly speak from how hard she was laughing, her visor practically glowing from her blush. V could feel her trying to pull her arms out from her tail’s grip, prompting her to tighten her hold just a bit more.

“All you have to do is admit it and I’ll let you go~” V practically singsonged as she kept tickling, keeping note of which spots got stronger reactions and focusing on them. Despite how hard she was laughing, Seraph seemed determined to hold out, not wanting to give in and tell V what she wanted to hear. It was clear her nerve system was getting overstimulated though, as her visor briefly flashed with a warning symbol that prompted V to slow down.

“Wow, you’d rather face overstimulation than admit it?” She said, both impressed and concerned. Her hands remained still over Seraph’s ribs, but the explorer drone was still able to calm down and catch her breath.

“My… m-my laugh is not adorable.” She managed, panting. “A-And you started this! I was just trying to do my work, but you pulled me away from it!” V’s expression quickly turned to a pout.

“Oh come on, you and I both know this is more fun than work!” She argued. Seraph opened her mouth to protest, but her voice box failed and she blushed again. She shut her mouth and turned her gaze to the side, the silent action telling V all she needed to know.

“See? You agree with me.” She said, a smug grin crossing her face. Seraph’s blush worsened further, but she let out a small sigh and looked back up at V.

“Okay, yeah, I do.” She admitted. “But I still have work to finish, V.” The murder drone gained a look of annoyance, clearly not happy with Seraph’s response. The brunette felt the hands on her ribs twitch slightly, and she realized she had to act fast.

“Look, I’ll be as quick as I can!” She tried. “And once it’s done, I can give you all the attention you want! Promise!” V’s hands remained still again, and she quirked an eyebrow while scanning Seraph’s face.

“You promise?” She pushed. Seraph quickly nodded, a slightly nervous expression crossing her features before she felt V’s tail loosen. Her arms were soon freed, and V slid off of her to allow the explorer drone to get back to her feet.

“Fine, but you better be quick.” V told her, standing up. Seraph got up off the floor and gave her a thankful smile.

“I will.” She assured her. “I’ll be no more than fifteen minutes.” V still held an annoyed expression, but she nodded once, reluctantly agreeing. Seraph felt a wave of relief at this, her smile growing.

“Oh, I’m locking the door though.”

By the time V processed what Seraph had said, the explorer had already rushed back into her room, the door shutting behind her. V ran up and tried to pry it open, but it held firm, proving she’d been too late.

“Seraph!” She shouted, hearing the brunette’s laughter on the other side. She let out a growl before folding her arms, glaring through the small window on the steel door.

“If you’re not out in fifteen minutes, I’m coming back through the vents!” She warned. Seraph only giggled in response, but she knew better than to test V and quickly got back to work. She pulled up the next assignment and got to grading, one thought hanging at the back of her processors as she did.

She definitely hoped V would want attention more often.

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Cybertronian EM fields causing static electricity and making your hair stand up. Going in to give your favorite mech a hug (they are head over heels for you) and getting zapped. Playing with his EM field because static electricity fun but thats highly erotic to them. He cant tell you what you’re doing is kind of like groping a human through their shorts because that would mean having to explain that is EM field behaving like that around you means he loves you. So he just sits with his servos over his modesty panel while you go playing with his EM field. He has to find an excuse as to what the loud clunk sound was against his modesty panel before running off to his habsuite to crank it crazy style to the thought of you

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES I LOOOOOOOOVE this idea. Especially if you consider the idea that merging fields is the Cybertronian equivalent of heavy petting, and humans generate their own magnetic fields that are too weak for other humans to pick up on, but are definitely detectable to the average bot.

You were just having fun playing with the static, brushing your hands against your favorite bot's plating like you were playing with a plasma ball. The laughter you let out as your hair began to stand on end is burned into the bot's processor as they squirrel away in their habsuite, two digits deep in their valve with one hand and furiously jerking their spike with the other. If the feeling is already so intense just from you touching their armor, what would it feel like to have your hands on their internals? Or better yet, their spark casing? The shame hits them along with the post-nut clarity as they're guiltily swabbing up spilled transfluid, but the fantasy in the moment was far too good to ignore.