#Flush Valve Control Valve

[hansflobathfittings]

The Benefits of Installing a Bathroom Telephone Shower in Your Home

Introducing The Bathroom Telephone Shower

A well-designed bathroom enhances both the aesthetic appeal and functionality of your home. Among the many modern innovations in bathroom fittings, a bathroom telephone shower stands out as a luxurious yet practical addition. This versatile fixture not only elevates your bathing experience but also provides convenience and efficiency. If you're considering upgrading your bathroom, installing a bathroom telephone shower alongside a Flush Valve Control Valve is an excellent choice. Let's explore the key benefits of this modern bathroom fixture.

1. Enhanced Comfort and Convenience

One of the primary advantages of a bathroom telephone shower is its ease of use. Unlike traditional wall-mounted showers, a telephone shower comes with a flexible hose and a handheld nozzle, allowing you to direct the water flow as needed. This feature makes it particularly convenient for rinsing hard-to-reach areas, bathing children, or assisting elderly family members. Whether you prefer a hands-free experience or greater control over water direction, a telephone shower adapts to your needs seamlessly.

2. Versatility for Multiple Uses

A bathroom telephone shower is not limited to personal hygiene; it serves multiple purposes. You can use it for cleaning the bathtub, washing pets, or even rinsing off after a workout. The adjustable water flow settings and mobility of the handheld showerhead make it an indispensable tool for maintaining cleanliness in your bathroom.

3. Water Efficiency and Conservation

Water conservation is a growing concern, and a bathroom telephone shower can help reduce water wastage. Many modern models come with water-saving features, such as adjustable pressure settings and aerated spray options. By controlling the water flow more efficiently, you can significantly cut down on water consumption, leading to lower utility bills without compromising on your bathing experience.

4. Better Hygiene and Accessibility

Unlike fixed showers that may accumulate soap residue and bacteria, a telephone shower allows you to thoroughly clean every part of your body. This enhanced accessibility promotes better hygiene, reducing the risk of skin irritations and infections. Additionally, for individuals with limited mobility, a telephone shower offers greater independence and ease of use compared to traditional showerheads.

5. Aesthetic Appeal and Modern Design

A stylish bathroom telephone shower enhances the overall look of your bathroom. Available in various finishes such as chrome, matte black, and brushed nickel, these showers add a touch of elegance and sophistication. Whether you have a contemporary or classic bathroom design, you can find a model that complements your space beautifully.

6. Easy Installation and Maintenance

Installing a telephone shower is relatively straightforward, and many models are designed for hassle-free DIY installation. Paired with a Flush Valve Control Valve, which efficiently regulates water flow and pressure, the system ensures smooth operation. Moreover, telephone showers require minimal maintenance. Regular cleaning of the nozzles prevents clogging, ensuring a consistent water flow and prolonged durability.

7. Improved Water Pressure Control with a Flush Valve Control Valve

Pairing a bathroom telephone shower with a Flush Valve Control Valve enhances water pressure regulation, providing a more comfortable bathing experience. A Flush Valve Control Valve ensures a steady water supply and prevents sudden fluctuations in pressure, which can be frustrating during showers. This feature is especially useful in households with multiple water outlets operating simultaneously.

8. Ideal for Households with Varied Preferences

In families where members have different bathing preferences. Some individuals prefer a traditional overhead shower, while others may find a handheld option more convenient. A telephone shower allows for both, making it an excellent addition for households with diverse needs.

9. Cost-Effective Upgrade

Compared to full bathroom renovations, installing a bathroom telephone shower is an affordable way to enhance your space. With minimal investment, you can enjoy the benefits of a spa-like experience in the comfort of your home. Additionally, the integration of a Flush Valve Control Valve helps in efficient water management, further reducing long-term operational costs.

10. Enhances Property Value

Upgrading your bathroom with high-quality fixtures like a bathroom telephone shower and a Flush Valve Control Valve can increase the value of your home. Potential buyers appreciate modern and functional bathroom features, making your property more appealing in the real estate market.

Final Thoughts

From improved hygiene to water efficiency, its benefits cater to modern household needs. When paired with a Flush Valve Control Valve, you gain superior control over water pressure, ensuring a seamless and comfortable bathing experience.

Upgrade your bathroom today with Hansflo Bath Fittings and experience the convenience and elegance of a bathroom telephone shower. Explore our range of premium bathroom fittings and transform your daily routine into a spa-like indulgence.

[builtyouahousefromabrokenhome]

Reading up on Doncaster trivia for fic purposes, as one does, and

Thomas Crapper, inventor of the ball-cock which revolutionised the toilet was from Thorne

Okay xD

[reasonsforhope]

"Amsterdam’s roofs have just been converted into a giant sponge that will make the city more climate resilient.

The Dutch have always been famous for their ability to control water, born out of the necessity of their homeland, much of which is below sea level.

Now, their expert water management skills are transforming the city skyline in the capital city of Amsterdam from one of terracotta tile, concrete, and shingles into green grass and brown earth.

It’s part of a new climate-resiliency trend in architecture and civic planning known as the ‘sponge city concept,’ in which a garden of water-loving plants, mosses, and soil absorbs excess rainwater before feeding it into the building for use in flushing toilets or watering plants on the ground.

If heavy rains are predicted, a smart valve system empties the stored rainwater into the municipal storm drains and sewers in advance of the weather, allowing the roof to soak up water and reduce flooding in the city.

In this way, the rooftops of buildings can be wrung out and filled up just like a sponge.

In Amsterdam, 45,000 square meters, or 11 acres of flat metropolitan rooftops have already been fitted with these systems, and the contracting firms behind the technology say they make sense in dry climates like Spain just as much as in wet climates like Amsterdam...

A 4-year project of different firms and organizations called Resilio, the resilient network for smart climate adaptive rooftops, rolled out thousands of square meters of sponge city technology into new buildings. As with many climate technologies, the costs are high upfront but tend to result in savings from several expenditures like water utilities and water damage, over a long-enough time horizon...

All together, Amsterdam’s sponge capacity is over 120,000 gallons.

“We think the concept is applicable to many urban areas around the world,” Kasper Spaan from Waternet, Amsterdam’s public water management organization, told Wired Magazine. “In the south of Europe–Italy and Spain–where there are really drought-stressed areas, there’s new attention for rainwater catchment.”

Indeed the sponge city concept comes into a different shade when installed in drought-prone regions. Waters absorbed by rooftops during heavy rains can be used for municipal purposes to reduce pressure on underground aquifers or rivers, or be sweated out under the Sun’s rays which cools the interior of the building naturally.

Additionally, if solar panels were added on top of the rooftop garden, the evaporation would keep the panels cooler, which has been shown in other projects to improve their energy generation.

“Our philosophy in the end is not that on every roof, everything is possible,” says Spaan, “but that on every roof, something is possible.”

Matt Simon, reporting on the Resilio project for Wired, said succinctly that perhaps science fiction authors have missed the mark when it came to envisioning the city of the future, and that rather than being a glittering metropolis of glass, metal, and marble as smooth as a pannacotta, it will look an awful lot more like an enormous sculpture garden."

-via Good News Network, May 15, 2024

[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.

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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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[dragqueenstarscream]

i think i need to write more with sparkplay because that shit's underrated as hell

optimus sprawled out beneath starscream in the berth, his chestplates open, beautiful shimmering spark on display, and starscream's completely mesmerized by it. he never expected that he'd get to see optimus fragging prime this vulnerable. not even in battle did megatron ever get to see optimus this exposed, but here he is, with the very vessel of his life at starscream's mercy.

and of course, starscream has to take advantage of this.

optimus has to muffle himself with one servo as starscream runs the tips of his claws over his spark, moving agonizingly slowly, making sure optimus feels every second of it. he's trying so hard to keep his composure, bless him. his free hand's gripping the berth so hard that it's starting to crumble, his thighs have started shaking, and his neglected spike and valve are positively dripping with transfluid, despite how much he's trying to control himself.

starscream knows exactly what he's doing. he won't stop teasing optimus' spark with his claws, bringing him closer and closer to overload, but denying it when he's right on the edge. he pulls his claws back, chuckling in that dark, sinister way he's mastered by now.

optimus almost whines from the lack of contact before starscream leans down to kiss his spark, almost as an apology for being so cruel. then, looking up towards optimus' flushed faceplate, he lazily drags his glossa over his spark, savoring every passing second, and optimus can't hold it in anymore. washer fluid pours from his optics as an impossible, searing heat shoots through his body. his back arches off the berth as he overloads so hard that his optics offline for a full minute, electricity shooting through his frame, his voice box glitching as he screams, his spike and valve both pouring transfluid without ever being touched.

starscream worries for a moment that he might've accidentally killed optimus with how long his optics are offline. thankfully, optimus eventually returns to the land of the living, exhausted yet blissful, his processor empty save for the euphoria of his high and the love he feels for his conjunx.

[onlyyvette]

TF NSFW Headcanons #3 - Ratchet

warnings: sub/bottom Ratchet + oral fixation + praise + dumbification + face sitting + body worship kink + manhandling + Ratchet is literally my wife + the love of my life right here<;33

a/n: ratchet's design when he came back from saving his boyfriend>>>

-> Frame Ratchet has a frame that attracted all sorts of mechs during his academy days. He's a boxy frame, a bit short but none the less attractive. He has a wide and heavy chassis and a wide midsection. His hips are wide and load-bearing, with thick powerful thighs to support them. I know I was praising Optimus' thighs in the last one but 100% Ratchet beats him in that department. He has a warmer frame than most mechs. Ratchet's berth partners love to push their helms onto his chassis, his midsection, his warm embrace, or his big thighs. They nuzzle into his frame while listening to his half-hearted grumbles, admiring the flush on the medic's face.

Ratchet's array seems to be average at first sight but don't let looks deceive you. Most of his berth partners get fooled by his standard valve, dark, plump lips with a pretty red node. But the moment someone slips their spike into Ratchet's valve, they had better prepared themselves or they might overload on the spot. Ratchet's valve clamps down like a vice once his partner bottoms out. His extra warm frame makes his valve run hot like lava, but it's only so much more pleasurable for the one spiking his. His greedy valve sucks in his partner's spike, unwilling to let go. While Ratchet moans lowly, his partner will be biting their own glossa trying to control themselves and to not start bucking into him like a wild mechanimal.

-> Oral Fixation Ratchet likes to suck things. Like, a lot. Something that will always get him in the mood is his partner rubbing a digit against his lip, and pushing into his intake slowly, slowly adding more as they watch Ratchet drool all over them. His optics glaze over, a fuzzy feeling filling up his processor. He's easily brought into a deep subspace as he noisily sucks on his partner's digits. The charming wrinkles on his faceplate soften as his body fully relaxes and leaves himself in his partner's care. While his glossa sloppily swirls around his partner's digits, his panel had since been retracted and his neglected valve is dripping wet. He's too far gone to even give his soaking pussy any attention.

-> Praise/Body Worship Ratchet would rather die than admit it, but he absolutely loves being praised and showered with affection. He may act annoyed when his partner sits him in their lap and begins caressing his body, but he can never keep up the act. Ratchet can't help but whimper as his partner's servos roam his chassis while the intake his on his throat cables leaving small dents on them, all the while they're murmuring sweet nothings into his audials. It's almost therapeutic for Ratchet. It just makes him feel so loved to have his partner run their servos all over his frame, dipping their digits into seams and pulling on bundles of wire that has his thighs trembling. Ratchet lets out small whines as his partner leaves sloppy kisses along his jaw, only for his noises to be swallowed up when his partner closes the distance between their faceplates. He just can't help but hope for the moment to never end.

-> Face-sitting With enough pestering, Ratchet will grant his partner's wish for him to sit on their face. He grumbles about how he's too old for this and how he's too heavy until his partner grabs him by the hips and pulls him to their intake. Ratchet whimpers as his valve is thoroughly eaten out, the mech underneath him lapping up all his juices. Ratchet's big thighs instinctively clamp down on his partner's helm, an embarrassing yelp leaving him. Yeah, maybe he slightly crushed the helm of the mech under him, but his partners know the risks. Anything is worth it to get a taste of Ratchet's valve. His partner will thrust their glossa into Ratchet's quivering hole and Ratchet will only be able to moan as his pussy is being ravaged, unable to tear himself away from the onslaught of pleasure he's receiving. He'll grind his hips into the intake he's riding, until he feels that familiar heat in his lower regions bloom. Even when Ratchet overloads with a loud cry, his partners stay glued to his pussy, lapping up all the juices from his valve. He'll protest weakly but will end up finding himself rocking his hips again, hoping to get another overload from the skilled glossa under him.

-> Dumbification This poor mech is so stressed out. During the war, he had to treat hundreds of thousands of mechs with gruesome injuries, and even after everything is "over", he just can't catch a break!. It's why one of Ratchet's favorite things for his partner to do is to fuck him dumb. It doesn't matter how his partner does it, with a false spike, a vibrator, he doesn't care. He just wants to be pounded so hard and deep, grinding on the ceiling of his valve and watching a slight bulge form, manhandling him into all sorts of positions and keep fucking him so stupid that he can't even create a coherent thought, let alone speak out loud. All that's filling Ratchet's processor is lust as he feels that wonderful spike just keeps slamming into his wrecked pussy until they overload in him once again, the transfluid in his hole barely having enough space to stay inside of him causing some of it to dribble out. He's slurring his words, making 0% sense as he's fucked silly. If you were to ask him what his own name was he wouldn't even begin to thin of an answer. All Ratchet can manage to think of with that fucked stupid processor of his is that he won't be walking for some time after that.

[mychlapci]

🔌 talking about Jazz buying Soundwave’s silence with pics of ageswap Prowl from Sunstreaker has me actually going insane. That whole ask had me transcending but that last little aside paragraph made me crazy. Just thinking about Soundwave flicking through image files of Prowl, palming his modesty panel in anticipation. Him seeing the slow progression of events, the steady escalation to the current point, through the pics and short vids. Imagining what must have happened in between.

The first, Prowl humiliated and flushing from his position between Sunstreaker’s legs—a PoV from the frontliner. The trainee’s spike wilting from an embarrassing premature overload. Another, a brief clip of Prowl begging his mentors not to lock his ‘little spike’ up. The follow-up photo of him angry and teary opticked, spike ringed and sounded (and still achingly hard) after a successful trial run where Sunstreaker actually got to overload. A vid from Prowl being sparkling sat by Ratchet for the first time, toying with his spike while being timed. Ratchet’s voice crooning humiliating encouragement. Soundwave is… *entranced* by the imagery, stroking his spike mindlessly as the slideshow continues.

Prowl, milk-drunk as he nurses from first Ratchet and then a whole host of other mechs. Sleepy and dependent and trusting and safe. Sometimes there and hands stroking that ringed spike, sometimes not. Prowl sucking on his training dildos, thighs trembling as his plug and his mentors reward him. A close up of the trainee in a high, mewling overload. The one that makes Soundwave come is Prowl warming Optimus Prime’s spike, especially the squirming and helpless whining as he loses control and wets all over the mech’s lap. But the slideshow continues, and Soundwave just… keeps stroking his sensitive spike. The control appeals to him, of course, but the *caretaking* aspect being tied up in the dominance and humiliation is crossing some wires up there for sure. And Soundwave loves it. Watching this mechling slowly submit via attrition, diving deeper into blissful, thoroughly spoiled submission and dependence on the mentors that watch over him. It’s a heady thought for a host model in general. It doesn’t help that Soundwave has compatible fetishes.

Prowl in his first dress, cheekplates flushed with energon as he curtsies for the camera. The fluffy petticoats shifted to reveal the silky white panties. Another of just the array. A string of pearls disappearing between Prowl’s valve lips—a delicate thong for a spoiled little mech. Prowl in a dress, holding a plush petrorabbit. A vid of him humping his toys in his sleep. The look of devastation on his face when he lost pussy privileges, followed closely by Prowl mindlessly grinding on a giant teddy. And Soundwave’s overloading again to the silly trainee fragging the toy in front of the *entirety of Autobot high command* whimpering and embarrassed as they encourage their desperate little mech.

Soundwave can’t help masturbate to the pics again and again, the idea so delicious. And Prowl so blissful and sweet, radiant and pudgy with all of the attention and milky. It’s the perfect fantasy… a loudmouthed brat of a cadet blossoming into a precious, subby little mechling. Trusting and accepting of his mentors’ direction. It’s just a fantasy, but Soundwave can’t help slowly turning his visor to Rumble and Frenzy. They’re grown, of course. But then so is Prowl… and the mental image was delicious. Something soft and sweet to spoil. Brats to train into needy “bitlets.” The first time Soundwave overloads to the idea of his cassettes begging him not to cage their spikes, he knows he’s sold. Maybe the autobots’ little mechling would like some playmates. He’s going to need to lay down some groundwork.

Of course, unlike Prowl who “hates” it but turns into a pile of submissive goo, Rumble and Frenzy “hate” it and compensate by being even brattier. Maybe boss will give up on it and free their little spikelets if they’re too much trouble. Never mind how safe and secure it feels to know that Soundwave still wants them no matter how naughty they are. Plenty of teasing spankings that leave afts stinging and panels warm. Embarrassing time-outs in the corner where anyone could come in and see them. Humiliation, but dedication in return. The arousal keeps building with nowhere to go, and soon they’re humping each other’s caged cocklets as Soundwave watches indulgently. Promising an overload if they’re good little mechlings who play nicely together. It’s all a plan to get them too pent up to fight it and then letting them ruin their stamina by overloading again and again. As many cycles of this as it takes until they prove to themselves that they need their boss to control their overloads, because they keep rubbing their spikes raw. Until they’re whining that it isn’t fair Prowl can touch his little spike, begging for the privilege of a ring so they can torture themselves.

It won’t be long before Jazz is receiving a slideshow in return. —☀️

ouhhh it's probably not the best idea to provide the decepticons with such sensitive materials, but they're lucky Soundwave is a freak. Seeing how well they've trained their little cadet has him brimming with ideas. He's never seen a bot beg to have their spike tied up and plugged, usually they beg for the opposite... hrghh Rumble and Frenzy aren't quite as soft and pliable, always putting up a fight, but Soundwave can make good boys out of them <33 Once they're begging for him to control their overloads, he knows he did it right.

[cozzzynook]

I bring some Megarod

It was dark and the LL engines were beginning to power down for the night. Most of the crew had began to head for their rooms for the night ready for recharge all except the ships Co-Captains. Rodimus's hab lights had been dimed allowing a soft but warm shadows fill allowing the scented candles to shine brightly while a sweet scent filled the room. On the floor a mess of blankets and pillows littered the floor creating a plush maze leading towards the wash racks.

The sound of rushing solvent filled the wash-racks barely drowning out the sharp panting or moans followed by the sound of metal on metal. Rodimus let out a sharp gasp as his face as pressed flush against the cool tiles of the wash rack's wall, warm solvent pelted his frame already adding heat to his warming plating. Rodimus tried to turn his helm to look over his shoulder only to be stopped when one large servo grabbed his scruff pushing his helm back to the wall. A low growl followed shortly after while another servo began to tease and play with his node drawing another moan from the speedster.

"Megs, p-please-" Rodimus panted as he opened his jaw wide trying to draw in as much cool air as he could. "Please, I'll be good"

"You said that this morning" Megatron growled as he worked his digits a little more firmly simply teasing the entrance to Rodimus's valve. "Then you broke the rules. The best you can do now is take your punishment"

"Not fair!" A long whine escaped the Co-captains intake as he tried to rock his hips to chase the friction. "You were teasing me all day-Ah!"

"Then you better work on your self control, my Flame~" Megatron purred as he bite down on Rodimus shoulder drawing a keen from the red mech. Using one pede Megatron carefully kicked open Rodimus's legs a little wider before allowing his panels to open letting his spike free.

Lining himself up to the dripping valve Megatron trusted his hips forwards quickly drawing a sharp gasp from Rodimus. He then began to set a brutal pace barely allowing the claspers adjust to his spike as he thrusted again and again lighting up each ring of nodes quickly adding to the growing charge between them. He had to readjust his grip wrapping one arm Rodimus waist having the red mech well and truly pinned against the wall.

All Rodimus could do was softly pant and moan as he held out his arms to prevent himself scraping up against the wall. His spoiler let out small trembles as charge danced along the sensitive plating while also being awkwardly held in place by his co-captains broad grey chest. Rodimus let out another keen when he felt the spike hit his ceiling node the amounting charge threatened to make the red mech's legs give under him, he would have already collapsed to the floor is it wasn't for Megatron's servos holding him in place.

"I can tell you're close" Another sharp bite found itself on Rodimus other shoulder. "Tell me, do you want me to finish inside or on your planting my Flame?~"

"In, in, in!" Rodimus begged as he buried his face into the cool tile desperately trying to cool his heating face. "I want you inside. Breed me Megs!"

A roar escaped Megatron's engine as his trusts became quicker and more brutal pace, his spike throbbed as pre-fluid began dripping from the tip. All Rodimus could do was hold one as his ceiling node was struck again and again causing the already building charge to wash over threating to short-circuit his processer at any moment. Rodimus then overloaded with a loud cry causing his voice box to glitch and stutter before he fell forwards back against the wall, his arms struggling to support his weight. After a couple more thrusts Megatron too overloaded with a low growl, his teeth clamping shut over Rodimus neck as hot transfluid filled the red mech's tanks.

After a short while of letting their heated frames cool down Megatron pulled away placing gentle kisses to where he had bitten, he then pulled out allowing his now derepressed spike to return back into its panels. Rodimus then quickly shut his own panels hoping to keep most of the transfluid inside his valve, he then allowed his mostly limp frame to be gently guided back under the shower cleaning most of the evidence away. He then felt himself being carried out of the wash racks only to be seated on warm dry towels, Rodimus then gave a small smile as he allowed his co-captain to dry his plating only to softly giggle when he felt light kisses on his cheek.

"Are you alright, I wasn't too rough was I?" Megatron softly spoke as he carefully dragged the towel over Rodimus golden spoiler.

"No, I'm okay" Rodimus then smiled warmly as he leaned into the soft touches. "Might have a limp tomorrow but it's worth it. I love it when you take control like that"

"Hmrph, I can never be too careful" Megatron placed one finale kiss on Rodimus cheek before wrapping his arms around the red mech's waist pulling him into a warm embrace. "As long as you enjoyed yourself, I'm happy to continue being a little rough with you, my Flame"

"Even when I'm sparked with your bitties?" Rodimus flashed a teasing smirk.

Megatron let out a short chuckle as he nuzzled Rodimus's helm with his own. "Yes, even then. Besides they need a strong Sire around don't they?"

Rodimus returned the nuzzle with his own as he also let out a warm chuckle. "Yeah they do. Love ya Megsy"

"I love you too"

Aaaahhhhhh i love this!!!!!

[theoceanoasis]

Little bit of a more spicy Xmas prompt idea.

Soundwave and Rodimus go to a party to celebrate the start of a new year. There they run into old friends, have a couple of drinks and dance the night away.

During the party they both end up on a sofa just snuggling and giggling. Rodimus in his tipsy state leans up an whispers in Soundwave's audial that he's off his birth control and that they should celebrate the new year by making a sparkling. Soundwave's face suddenly flushes as lust quickly washes over him causing him to almost fall off the sofa as he drunkenly tries to stand. Managing to get to his pedes he quickly scoups Rodimus into his arms and rushes to find a secluded spot away from the party as there was no way Soundwave was going to share his mate.

The next morning they Soundwave wakes up with a pounding helm ache and shore hip and leg joints. Meanwhile Rodimus is glowing as he hands over Soundwave's breakfast while happily talking about last night and how he hopes the transfluid would take. A week later its confirmed Rodimus is sparked just as hoped.

Rodimus held his arm as they walked into the new year ball. Around them people were dancing and socializing.

When they saw them a few of Rodimus friends came over to say hello. He mostly stood off to the side just admiring his beautiful mate.

At some point they'd both had a few glasses as Rodimus talked to his friends.

When he eventually had enough he decided to steal Rodimus away by offering to dance. The two of them hit the dance floor and he spun Rodimus around.

When it was a slow song the two held each other close. He wrapped his arms around Rodimus waist and pulled him close feeling his warmth. His mate leaned his head on his shoulder and relaxed into his touch.

It was so nice and the two only pulled away after the song ended. Once it was done they both grabbed another drink and sat on a nearby sofa watching the other dancers. Rodimus cuddled against him giggling and he could tell he was tipsy.

"Soundwave guess what?"

"What?"

Rodimus leaned over whispering into his audial.

"I'm off my birth control. We should celebrate the new year by having a sparkling."

Soundwave flushed his spike pressing painfully against his panel as he turned to look at Rodimus.

"Do you want to have a sparkling?"

He almost fell off the couch from his haste to stand up. Rodimus giggled as he was scooped up and carried out of the room as Soundwave searched for somewhere private. Rodimus was only for him after all and no one else got to see him like this.

Right now Rodimus was pressed against the wall. His legs wrapped around his waist as he fragged him into the wall. He was gasping and moaning but attempting to muffle it so no one heard them.

He rocked inside of him feeling his spike reach deep inside of him. Rodimus valve squeezed around his spike and when he pressed against his gestation chamber he couldn't stop himself from coming. Rodimus came shortly after but it wasn't enough.

Both of them needed more and somehow found there way back home where they fragged until they passed out.

In the morning Soundwave woke with a groan. His front hurt and he was exhausted with a small hangover. All he wanted to do was rest and not think about anything.

The bed dips and he can smell breakfast which makes him look over. His mate is sitting in bed smiling and practically glowing with happiness.

"Last night was amazing and I hope we'll have a sparkling soon."

Rodimus rubbed his belly which was still slightly extended. Remembering what happened last night his breakfast was forgotten as he pumped another load into his mate.

Less than a week later after taking a test it was revealed that Rodimus was sparked. Both of them hugged each other with excitement and began planning the future.

[uselessmicrowave]

kinktober day sixteen

tfp bumblebee x reader

tws/content- petplay, cybertronian reader, brat taming, pre ejaculation, implied overstimulation, implied multiple orgasms, bottom reader, dom reader, edging (?), animalistic behaviors (?), breeding (?)

"Ah- bad boy." Bumblebee whines, grinding his hips into you. He hesitantly slows to a twitchy back and fourth motion. You tug on his leash, pulling his chassis against your back strut. "Quit." He whines again, hugging onto your waist and pulling your aft flush against his hips. He stills entirely, giving up to you and nuzzling his faceplates into your neck cables. "Good boy."

He huffs, beginning to lick at your collar guard. The yellow bot lets out a needy and drawn out buzz, pawing at your thigh plating.

"Slow." you command, pitying your pet. He immedietaly perking up and humming, thrusting into you at a shakily contained pace. You praise him quietly, testing his self control. "Good boy, Bee."

He licks your audial in a "thank you" gesture, shaking and pulling your thighs against his. He whimpers, grinding into you with barely contained enthusiasm. Bumblebee tries to keep going, whining in an exasperated tone and grabbing your thighs, holding onto you desperately. He gasps into your audial, choking on a moan as he spills his transfluid deep into your valve. You can feel a flash of arousal run through your body, you bite your derma and grind onto his still weeping spike. He huffs, putting his faceplates into your neck cables and letting out a defeated sounding buzz.

You smile, amused at his dissatisfaction of his own stamina. You're going to push him as far as he can go tonight, even if it means that you have to top.

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Caught ❙ TP Starscream x f!robot reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count:  1000+

Warnings: Smut ( interfacing ), bondage and dominance. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Starscream is my all time favourite decepticon. Weather I want to give him cuddles or just be owned by him, I don’t care, I just love the seeker. Enjoy this read as much as I did.

I accept Coffee! ☕🥰

“Well my dear, we meet again.” That familiar husky voice cut through the air

Getting captured wasn’t part of your plan on this morning's early drive through the desert. All you wanted was time outside the autobot base, and now you find yourself with the decepticon’s second in command.

You hung in an isolated cave, chains wrapped tightly around your wrists while your pedes barely touched the stone ground. You tug at your bonds, testing them.

“Ah ah, be a good femme for me.” Starscream came into your view in the darkened cave. That broad smug face of his was all you can see. You said nothing but stared at him, your innocent blue optics staring right back at the seeker.

“It’s not safe for a small and beautiful femme such as yourself to be out all alone. You never know just who you might bump into. I’ll admit I was rather pleased to see you all alone."

Silence was all that came from you.

He circles you, slowly, dragging a single razor digit across the sensitive areas along your armour plating, earning a surprised gasp from you.

“I can’t wait to hear your vocals even more, begging, moaning. You’re very lucky, my dear, for you’re with a mighty decepticon. You should be honoured.”

You try your best to keep still and hold in any sound he tries to force out of you, but that was proven to be difficult as he just knew where to touch you, to make you sing.

“Oh I do enjoy your lullaby, my dear.” Starscream’s servo then descends down to cup over your already heated panel making you whimper from his touch. “Hm, what’s this? Don’t tell me you’re already aroused? We've barely started. Now, be a good femme and open for me."

Your body simply took over and allowed your panel to retracted, and it was right there proven that you were indeed aroused, lubricants running from your valve down between your thighs making you squirm and whimper more.

Starscream let out a satisfied cackle, dragging his digit up along your thigh collecting the lubricants and bringing to his glossa to taste, letting out a moan himself. “Oh sweet spark, you taste better than sweet energon.”

He noticed your cheek plating held a pink hue, heating up as your optics stared at the rock wall of the cave, trying to hold back but doing a poor job at it. You were at his mercy.

He stepped closer, pressing himself against your chassis and between your thighs. You felt something warm and long pressing between you both, and hesitantly glance down to see his throbbing cable, red ridges along his impressive length and already leaking pink pre fluids from the tip as it dripped down along his cable.

“Like what you see dear?” His husky voice cut through again, snapping you out of your trance and moving your optics away, causing him to chuckle darkly. “More silence? Hm. Well, not for long.”

Suddenly you felt his large cable pressing up against your leaking valve, before suddenly snapping his waist up, fully entering you and becoming flushed together.

You let out a sharp gasp due to the sudden fullness he gave you, followed by a moan that you weren’t able to hold in anymore as you tip your helm back with your arms still restrained above you.

His servos grip at your hips, massaging along your sensitive armour before moving out from you, feeling the ridges running along your depths before he snapped forward again firmly, and after that he didn't hold back anymore.

His movements were rough, hips slamming up against you over again, drawing the moad beautiful sounds from you, the very lullaby he wanted.

Witheach movement you let out gasp after gasp, moan after moan, and the pleasure bloomed through your frame as he took control. You wanted this so much, craved it.

“S-Starscream...” You manage to say his name, making him grip your chin firmly between sharp digits and forcing you to look at him.

“What was what?” He demanded harshly, movements never ceasing. “I think you forgot how to address me, autobot.”

Swallowing your gasps as best you could, you gave him what he wanted. “Lord...Starscream.”

“Much better.” He purred in delight against your audio. “Again.”

“Lord...Starscream.” Your legs move up around his thrusting waist, tugging him closer as he fragged you, cable pulsing wildly while your valve clenched on him.

“Again!”

“Lord Starscream!”

His thrusts grew violent, but in a very pleasurable way. He was skillful and knew exactly where to touch you, how to make you sing, and to make you crave more from him, always.

The cave was filled with all sorts of sounds coming from both of you, right before he started to rub at her sensitive nod that caused you to overload on the spot. He swallowed your sounds as he shared a passionate kiss with with.

He continued his harsh thrusts before finally jerking his hips and stilling, thick strips of his fluids soaking deep inside your depths and all along your walls while he lingered within, making sure every last drop was buried deep in you.

Finally, he slowly withdrew himself, letting out a heavy vent before taking your recovering frame into his servos.

Starscream had then loosened the chains and caught you in his awaiting arms. “Now, my dear, how was that for you?”

Your response is to let out a warm giggle, before moving both your servos around his neck and nuzzling the side of his face plating. “Starscream, it gets better every time. I loved every moment of it.”

Starscream lets out a purr as you nuzzle him. “If only you would come back with me to the Nemesis, then we could do this whenever we desire.”

“And miss out on this excitement? Nah. I like it when you sneak up on me anyway. Don't you love our game? A strong and handsome decepticon captures lone and helpless autobot?” This earns her an amused soft laugh from him.

“It is rather exciting.”

You share a deep kiss with him, caressing his cheek plating as both your glossas dance together, before you break it from him and press your foreheads together tenderly. “Besides, Megatron would simply hurt me until I give him the location of the autobot base.”

Starscream lets out a hum of agreement. “You’re not wrong there. Last thing I want to see is that brute hurting you.”

“Do you care, Starscream?” You didn’t mean to tease him like that, but you realise you hit a spot when he looks back at you with softer optics.

“Of course I care, only you though.”

You smile warmly at him. "As I care for you too.”

“So, until next time?”

“Until next time, Lord Starscream.” He loves it when you call him that.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Ummm... About that scene where D-16 brings up Orion's past transformation attempts: it did get me thinking about the first time it happens, D is just confused as fuck seeing the out-of-shape Orion with an exposed interface panel (that Orion is not originally aware of) and D takes advantage of the situation he is in~

Orion's frantic ping has D-16 on edge as he bolts towards his friend's location. Primus forbid he gets entangled in some stupid slag again! Why was he asked to bring an oiling can too?

He had never heard Orion's desperation bleed over their shared link before - this had to be something serious.

As he rounded the corner to Orion, D-16 couldn't believe his optics: There was Orion who seemed to be stuck in some kind of awkward pose?

Orion seems to be stuck in a half crawl-position: knees and below were locked together, lower servos seemed to be stabilising his forward lean, aft was raised a little high there.

Approaching his friend from behind, D-16 pings Orion for details. Orion is ashamed to admit he tried to 'transform' but pushed himself too far and now several joints got locked in position. Orion begins rattling off as to how D-16 needs to assist step by step.

A part of D-16 finds this hilarious as he secretly commits this to memory: Orion the now-sculpture, apparently got too excited to 'transform' as his interface panel was exposed. D-16 silently takes a bit too long to respond to Orion, instead eying the exposed panels.

D-16 asks about the exposed panel - Orion can't find the proper words except "It just happened?" Orion's still faceplates show a shade of embarrassment rarely seen by the grey miner.

D-16 obliges with Orion's instructions - but not without some mischief. Those big strong servos gently grasp Orion's pedes, first smoothing them down with the utmost care and planting them firmly on the ground. Orion jumps a little when D-16 blows a gentle puff across his hip.

"Gotta dust you off first for better grip," D-16 purrs.

The gentle sweeps continue up his legs with a few light puffs here & there. Orion does his best to contain himself.

D-16's sharp senses do not miss the tiny sigh from Orion when he stops momentarily to start oiling up some joints. The oil certainly made things slightly more sticky but Orion still couldn't move any joints.

Without any direction, D-16 sticks his digits where the oil was squirted at the joints and begins manually spreading it. D-16 chuckles at the flush which has overtaken Orion's frame. There hasn't been any retort so far from Orion, D-16 remains optic-level with Orion's interface array. D-16 manages to get Orion to part his thighs & knees to some degree - there is still some resistance felt along the joints.

Orion is positively building up charge as D-16 proceeds to roll his servo-digit's anchor joints along his locked hip joint. D-16 can hear the breathy pants from below his vantage point. He never thought that area would be sensitive like this. Orion gets to feel D-16's other servo continuing 'dusting' the area around the exposed panel, the twinkling droplets of valve lubricant begin their descent onto his digits.

The smirk on D-16's faceplates is almost diabolical as he comments how he needs to clean up Orion's 'leak' now. Orion can barely contain a whine when D-16 pinches his external node, leaving a trail of oil behind.

D-16 relishes the fact that Orion is completely out of control here, he will take this sweet gift from Primus with the utmost gratuity: Upper torso down and aft raised into the air, legs parted with direct access to interface array. Being presented with an aft like that? D-16 would be careless not to indulge~

Let's see dear Orion get out of this predicament, D-16 thinks to himself.

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I hope this is to your liking :}}}}}

The way D-16 talks in that part of the movie got me thinking too hard ☺️

Hot. Very well done, anon 🤤

[lnwrcauli]

Thomas the Tank Engine [NWR AU]

(Brief) History

Thomas is an LB&SCR E2 built in 1915. He was hired out to the newly-formed NWR, where he was subsequently (and quite suspiciously) sold after being written off as "lost in action". After the end of WWI, Thomas was allocated to Vicarstown to act as station pilot. During his tenure here, he was dragged along behind the Wild Nor' Wester as far as Crovan's Gate, after which he required new bearings on his coupling rods and valve gear.

In 1925, Thomas ran away down Gordon's Hill with a goods train. This act of negligence caused The Fat Director to re-allocate him to Wellsworth to learn how to handle wagons properly. His tenure here was short, however, as the then newly-purchased James also ran away down Gordon's Hill with a goods train later that month. After the alarm was raised, Thomas sprung into action with the breakdown train, his actions earned him re-assignment to the Ffarquhar Branchline. He worked here rather uneventfully for some thirty years until 1955 when a cleaner meddled with his controls and he ran into the stationmaster's house, badly damaging his front end. Repairs took longer than previously thought due to some issues securing the works drawings from Brighton, and when he finally returned to traffic in 1957, he had been completely rebuilt and reclassified. His running plate had been brought flush with his bufferbeams, his boiler, cab, bunker and tanks had been lowered and his classification was changed from LB&SCR E2 to NWR A1.

Returning to traffic, he had quite the few run-ins with Daisy, whom had done his work in his absence, as well as with the freshly-bought FQC No. 2 Mavis. From here, Thomas' life calmed down significantly, and except from a few mainline railtours, he has mostly remained on his little branchline in peace.

Personality

Thomas is, as expected, a cheeky little bugger with a loud mouth. He's immature, fussy, impatient and a joker. Since getting his branchline however, Thomas has matured somewhat, though he is still the witty little blighter he was in 1915.

This is my first stab at an existing character, it may not be the most fleshed-out, but I tried.

See you in the next one.

Cheerio!

[tinydefector]

Kinktober Day 5 - Group sex/ wet & messy

TFP Arcee x Insecticons

Heheheheh here's part two of my wife getting her a colony. Last thing for tonight because damn I'm tired but wanted to finish this and post it.

Day 4

Day 6

@tf-kinktober2024

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: group sex, breeding, blow job, fingerings, oral, Laying eggs,

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Arcee's ventilations quickened as the Insecticons digits delicately pressed into her valve, coaxing her open with a soft touch that sent shivers down her frame. The offer to become their Queen and form an alliance hung in the air, a proposition that stirred a mix of fear and desire within her spark. 

Their digits press deeper into her, moving and working her open as transfluid leaks from her valve and spike. "That's it little femme, just relax" they coo. Their own interface panel sliding away as their spike pressurises.

Arcee's optics widened in a mixture of fear and apprehension. The sheer size and intensity of the impending interface filled her with a sense of unease, the realisation of what was to come sparking a primal instinct to flee. The pressure against her spike only heightened her anxiety, "Please... I-I don't know if I can handle this," Arcee's voice quivered, a tremor of fear lacing her words. 

 "It will fit," they hum, pulling their digits from her valve and moving to press her into the bedding as they hover over her, spike resting against her valve before they press in. Arcee's vocalizer emitted a string of fragmented words, her processor struggling to keep up with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her frame as they pulling her flush against them, elicited a sharp pain that jolted through her circuits, causing her to gasp in discomfort 

Another set of servos trace her faceplate making her optics snap to the other Insecticon who clicks softly. "Wait, wait, I-I don't know if I'm ready for this," Arcee's voice quivered, 

As the Insecticons spike pressed deeper making her plating move in discomfort. 

The unfamiliar sensation of the spike against the silica of her gestation chamber, sending a jolt of fear through her systems. The barbs of their spike lock her in place as she struggles against them, unable to get away. A few others move in gently holding her up enough as they watch her plating move "Easy, easy. The sensation will subside" they purr while slowly grinding their spike deeper. 

“she will be a perfect little queen for us” another states, mandibles brushing her face as they pull her into a kiss. a series of strained sounds leave her as she melts into the touch. 

Even more transfluid gushes from her, as the others nuzzle closely. Digits working her spike as she arches into each touch coolant running down her faceplate, whether from the pheromones, overstimulation or situation. She rocks her hips back against them making their spike press deeper into the chamber. 

 They slowly begin pumping a fluid into her chamber, it has Arcee keening and whining as it makes her systems meltdown, eager for more but at the same time screaming out for it to stop. "Tell us what you need little femme" another con click softly to her. 

 a series of desperate sounds leave her as she grabs hold of the one currently filling her to the brim. "I-I need... more," Arcee's voice trembled, the words barely audible amidst the whimpers and whines that escaped her. 

"More of what sweet one?" They rumble slowly pulling away as transfluid gushes from her,  she tries to grab them and pull them back but its another Insecticon which takes their place, leaning down to run their glossa against her spike and gushing valve, eagerly lapping up as much as they can. 

Her vocalizer, usually reserved and controlled, now spilled forth with a torrent of words, a mixture of desire and desperation. "More... more please, feel empty," Arcee's voice wavered, the plea laced with a hunger she had never known before. their insistent hums against her throat cables, stirred something primal within her, urging her to give in to the overwhelming pheromones. 

The others slowly move in, clicking and calling “easy little femme, relax we'll give you what you need” another coos. Servos traces up her frame as they kiss her, touch her and watch as she Withers as the other slowly thrust into her, another's mouth moved to her spike, sucking it slowly, Arcee erupted with a cascade of pleas and gasps. "Yes, yes, don't stop... please, fill me," she whimpered, her frame quivering against the small swarm gathered around her. 

She doesn't know how long she had been there or how many times they had taken her but when one of their spikes began to swell and lock in place, a sharp cry of pain escaped her vocalizer. frame tensing in confusion and uncertainty. "What's happening?" she exclaimed, hot vented air gushes from her as she struggles slightly against their hold. 

 Insecticon spoke softly. "Giving you your brood my queen" sent a shiver down Arcee’s spinal strut as her plating aches to accommodate. she managed to gasp out, As the first egg fill her gestation chamber. "It's too much... please," she cries out, her frame trembling with the strain of the sensation. 

"Shhh it won't hurt for long, we prepared you for this" they hum, as more eggs pump into her. Despite their attempts to soothe her, the relentless pumping of more eggs into her gestation chamber continued, each one adding to her distress and discomfort. 

As more eggs began to weigh her on her tank heavily Arcee's protests grew louder, her vocalizer filling the chamber with a cacophony of pleas and cries. "I can't... I can't take this," she cries out, her voice tinged with a sense of defeat and resignation. 

"Yes you can sweet Queen, we will look after you, almost finished " many of them coo at her whisperering praise as the litter kisses and licks against her. As the last egg is resting in her chamber the Insecticon pulls away, leaving others rush to her cooing and click as they lower her into the nest.

Body's pressed against her as they begin tending to her. Cleaning between her legs and bringing energon to her. "Rest, we will talk about your team once you have recharged" they coo softly. 

"Wait... my team," Arcee's voice quivered with apprehension, her optics wide with fear as they mentioned discussing her team once she had recharged. The thought of her team's safety in the hands of the Insecticons sent a wave of panic through her circuits, her worries bubbling to the surface in a torrent of words. "I need to know they're safe," she pleaded, her voice filled with a desperate urgency 

"They aren't here little queen, we will talk once you rest, and make sure you have fueled. If you wish to leave the nest we will follow" they state while others cuddle around her.

Arcee's spark fluttered with a mix of apprehension and unease as the Insecticons reassured her that her team was not present, urging her to rest and refuel before they would discuss further. 

But the gentle buzzing and warm embrace of the Insecticons as they cuddled around her offered a strange sense of comfort amidst the chaos of everything. She doesn't remember the last time she had energon this sweet nor being able to recharge so swiftly. 

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[minorisato]

if this is the starting line, then maybe

transformers / megop / wc: / warnings: NSFT / notes: written for kinktober day 2, "orgasm control." i was personally imagining g1 but the continuity is vague. / consider commissioning me!

"You're doing so good," Optimus says, and Megatron can feel how the Prime closes in on him, how Optimus crowds around him. One of the Prime's servos is gently holding Megatron in place, carefully gripping his waist. The other servo caresses the Decepticon's node, sending waves of sensation through the silver mech, causing him to tense and untense, clench, unclench.

They should not be doing this. Both of them know that. It would be an act of treason if they were caught (though is it really treason if they're the leaders of their respective sides?) The only reason they were able to in the first place is because, for all the patrolling the Autobots and Decepticons do, they really only patrol around their specific bases- there's an entire dead area where no troops are set to patrol, with ample room for... hiding. And such activities. It was a no-brainer to meet up in this dead zone.

Prowl, ever the dutiful Autobot, had tried to tag along, but Optimus assured him he was only going for a drive, and he would be back in a few joors. Contrarily, Starscream was practically shoving Megatron out of the base, clearly ecstatic to be "in charge" for a while.

Now, though, now none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered in this exact moment was that they were together. The way Megatron shook against Optimus, the way he had purposefully shut down his vocals so as to not embarrass himself, the way his valve would clench down around nothing, leaking, begging desperately for attention- to Optimus, that was what mattered.

"So good," Optimus repeats, voice low in Megatron's audials. "Such a good mech. Being so polite for me." And Megatron was being polite- he was letting Optimus work, letting Optimus make him feel good. Megatron had a habit of turning their trysts into fights, into clashes for power, but this time he didn't. Instead he let Optimus treat him the way Optimus wanted to treat him, sweetly, kindly, gently... maybe a little teasing.

Megatron's vocals crackle and fritz as he reboots them, bringing them back online. "Prime," he grumbles, still clearly trying to contain himself. "Prime, I'm- I'm close."

Optimus knows he is, he can tell by the way Megatron squirms against him, can tell by how the warlord begs with his body, hips bucking into every touch Optimus has to give him. "Do you want me to speed up?"

"Yes," Megatron begs, voice low, "yes, Optimus, please."

Behind his battlemask, Optimus can't help but smirk, and slowly, he pulls his hand away. "I don't know," Optimus says. "I don't know if you've earned it yet."

Megatron begins thrashing, protesting Optimus' retreat. "No! No, no, Prime, what are you doing!"

"I want you to earn it," Optimus states simply. "You've been very good this whole time, but every other time we've had sex, you turn it into a fight for power." Megatron turns to look back at him, faceplates flushed pink, optical ridges furrowed. "If you can be good for another twenty kliks, I'll let you overload."

"Twenty kliks?!" Megatron shouts.

Optimus falters slightly. "Is that too long?"

After a moment, Megatron sighs, seeming to pick up on what Optimus is trying to do. "No, it's not. I will not turn it into a fight," he announces. "I can... be good. For twenty damned kliks."

Having lost some of his confidence, Optimus asks, "Are you certain that's not too long?"

"Prime," Megatron grumbles, "if you do not get back to what you were doing, neither of us will be overloading at all."

Optimus exhales a nervous laugh. "I'm not sure I'd call that attitude being good."

"Would you rather I beg?" Megatron asks, and for as grumpy as he sounds, it does, at the same time, sound like an actual question.

"Maybe I would," Optimus replies softly, and Megatron looks away from him after that, face a bright pink.

"You intend to kill me."

[postapocalyptic-cryptic]

Fort Max/Red Alert stupid sappy idiots fuckin. Gonna put it on ao3 later but I have to go to class so enjoy. No minors below the cut.

“Nggh, Max, so big,” Red Alert gasps. He’s flat on his back on their berth, clawing frantic lines in the warm metal as Fortress Maximus sinks into him. “Frag.” 

Max pauses with one impossibly strong hand on Red Alert’s waist and the other braced on the berth by his head. He’s worked a little more than half of his spike into Red Alert’s valve. Red Alert thinks his whole frame might be reshaping itself around it. It’s intense. “Are you alright?” Fort Max asks, breathless. “Do I need to slow down?” 

Red Alert makes a strangled sort of pleading noise, the only thing he can manage with his processor full of Max’s spike and the molten, throbbing need in his valve, his node, spreading through his whole frame. Max had overloaded him once already, opening him up with his mouth on Red Alert’s node, and it’s left him lax-framed and somehow even more charged up than before. If Max stops now, he thinks he might actually die. He’s still giving Red Alert that worried look and, more importantly, he hasn’t started moving again, so Red Alert pulls himself together enough to say, “No, I’m alright, keep going.” 

“You sure—?” “Max,” Red Alert moans. “Max, if you don’t get your spike in me in the next thirty kliks I’m going to blow a fuse.” He tries to push closer, and the shift of Max’s spike inside him rips a desperate sound from his vocalizer. 

Max’s engine roars. “Fuck,” he swears, shifting his weight back onto his knees in order in to put both his hands on Red Alert’s waist. “Frag, Red, do you have any idea what you do to me?” 

He wants to answer, has something snarky on the tip of his tongue, but then Max sits up and pulls Red Alert with him, just picks him up and sits him on his lap like he’s a doll, and Red Alert’s processor shorts out. Those last few inches of Max’s spike slip into his valve as Fort Max settles him on his thighs and suddenly he’s very, very full. Max is everywhere, hands on Red Alert’s hips, pressed chest-to-chest, Red’s legs spread wide to accommodate Max’s huge frame, and oh Primus, his spike. Red Alert can feel it twitching deep in his valve, huge and hot and filling every inch of him. It’s thick, easily as big around as Red Alert’s wrist, and covered in ridges caching on every oversensitive node in his valve. No matter how many times he gets Max’s spike in him, the feeling of it overwhelms him. The first time they’d done this, Red Alert had overloaded before Max could even get all the way in, and then overloaded again a few strokes in. He’d never screamed during interface before, but they’d gotten a noise complaint the next day. 

He doesn’t remember offlining his optics, but he onlines them again at the touch of Max’s forehead to his. Max regards him with dimmed optics. His throbbing spike and roaring vents would give his composure away, but Red Alert already knows he’s a wreck. His face is so flushed Red Alert can feel the heat radiating off him, and he’s trembling. “Ready?” 

“Yeah,” Red Alert breathes. “I’m ready.” 

Max kisses him quick, then pulls away and tightens his grip on Red Alert’s waist. Red Alert’s hands fly up and he grabs Max’s shoulders just in time to hang on for dear life as Max starts bouncing him on his spike. With his legs spread wide around Max’s hips and Max’s grip on his waist, Red Alert is totally helpless. There’s no leeway, not an inch of control over his own frame. All he can do is hang on as Max frags him hard. Every thrust jars his entire frame, sends bolts of pleasure through his core and leaves him moaning helplessly, needy and uncontrolled. “Oh, Max, so good. Don’t stop, frag, please don’t stop.” 

He onlines his optics again just in time to see Fort Max snarl, baring fangs sharp and thick enough to pierce armor. “Look at you,” Max growls. “You take me so well.” 

Red Alert whines. “So close, ‘m gonna overload, please.” 

“Yeah?” Max thrusts up into him and pulls him down at the same time and both of them cry out. “I want you to come on my spike, Red. Touch yourself.” 

Red Alert sobs the moment he gets his hand on his node. Max doesn’t let up even as Red Alert’s charge peaks, as his valve clenches around Max’s spike and hs frame locks up and he loses himself entirely to the overload. 

It goes on forever, throbbing waves of pleasure whiting out his optics and entirely silencing all higher processing. Vaguely, he registers Max groan, holding Red Alert close as he overloads. 

He comes back to himself a minute or so later, slumped against Max’s chest with his spike still softening in Red Alert’s valve. Max is holding him, face pressed against the top of Red Alert’s helm like he likes to do after a good overload. He likes having Red Alert close. Sap. 

He doesn’t want to move yet. Max is warm and comfortable and he’s enjoying the afterglow far too much to plan on anything except a nap. “Love you,” he slurs into Max’s plating. 

Max purrs. “Love you, too, Red.”