#SeekerWingzCG fanfiction

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KinkTober #9: Praise Kink (Megatron/Optimus) Earthspark

Optimus invites Megatron to his room and they both get fluffy and Megatron realizes that compliments get him excited.

KTober #9: Praise

Morale

By: Peace_Through_Empathy (SeekerWingzCG)

Megatron was called to meet Prime in his personal quarters after a few simple missions scouting around Witwicky. He wondered why exactly he would need to speak to him in person. After all, they could just casually speak on coms.

After walking through the hallways of the base, he made it to Optimus' room. He tapped on the door panel to indicate his arrival as Optimus hurried to the door to open it.

Optimus gave him optic contact and a friendly smile, “Ah, hello Megatron. Come inside so we can talk.”

Megatron nodded, relaxed as ever in his old friend's presence. Especially now he was safe from the ears of any Ghost agents.

Optimus sat on his berth casually and looked over at Megatron who had walked in yet also stared at the decor on the walls and shelves, “Humans decorate a room much differently than Cybertronians do. I'm not complaining, though. Your room is comfortable.” He shifted his focus, “Now, what do you need me for?”

Optimus immediately seemed more calm and laid a servo to his berth with a pat, “Sit down. I just wanted to talk with you. Like old times.”

Megatron's normal expressionless gaze slowly dissolved into a relaxed grin as he walked over and sat, crossing a pede over his knee, “Alright. Anything in particular on your mind lately?” He felt a knot in his throat as if emotions were beginning to sit there. Like he wanted to speak, but knew better.

“Well, I do want you to know that through all of this stuff with Ghost, I'm so proud of you.”

Megatron chuckled a bit and looked down at his pedes, shyly, “Of all the mech to be proud of. Me?” Megatron sat both servos over his crossed legs casually yet never looked up at Prime's face.

“I'm serious. I want you to know that through all of this, you are proving to me that you can do better and I can't thank you enough for that.” Optimus leaned closer to where their thighs had clinked together.

He couldn't help but feel warm. This was something he hadn't been used to and he felt pent up all of a sudden, “Thank you, genuinely, Prime. I never get thanks for what I've done. If anything, others are simply glad that I don't lose my composure and lead the Decepticons again.”

Prime's expression softened even more and he, too, felt energy building between the two of them. Mainly from Megatron, “You are very welcome, dear friend. Is there another way I can- prove my thanks?” He couldn't help but notice the warmth in his thigh that was now touching his.

A choked cough left Megatron as he grinned nervously, trying to keep coy just in case this wasn't an invitation for something more intimate, “What would that be? I mean, you don't have to prove yourself. It's fine-”

At that moment, Prime's servo slid down his back strut, sending a shiver up Megatron's frame, armor rattling a bit at the sudden contact.

“Hmm, are you assuming this is time for something more intimate?” Megatron's legs uncrossed and he leaned back relaxed.

Prime sighed as his image finally slipped. They were finally being themselves with no exterior focuses, “Yes, please. You deserve this.”

Megatron groaned, “Thank Primus, because I am so pent up right now.” He felt Prime reposition himself.

One of his legs crossed over him to put his aft in his lap, straddling him in an attempt to ride. He moved in closer and their lips met. Optimus gently kissed him and that's when Megatron deepened the kiss in a fit of passion.

Megatron's optics closed and his hips bucked and clanked Optimus’. He could feel his valve and spike pressurizing beyond the ability to cope. All he could do is try to keep polite. He couldn't allow himself to look too needy in front of Prime.

On the other hand, Optimus had felt the deepening of his kiss and could already gage his hunger, “Do you need me now? You seem impatient.”

A moan ripped it's way from his lips as he broke the kiss and nodded, “Yes, please.” Megatron had to wait. He wasn't going to pop his panels. That was until Prime started grinding their hips together and staring at him as if observing him in detail.

A smirk rose across Megatron's face, “Why are you staring at me like that?” He playfully chuckled and continued to grind back against him in response.

Optimus' servo began to feel him up as he moaned slightly and almost hesitated to speak, “Honestly, I had never thought I would be able to do this with you. If I had not given you the chance for redemption, you would not be here with me. I'm so happy that you switched sides. I- don't know what I'd do without you…”

Megatron couldn't help it. He had to open his spike and valve with a grunt, panting ensuing directly after, “Aah, Prime, please.”

“Oh, Megatron.” Optimus opened his panels as well and began rutting his wet, plump valve against his spike, caressing it in his warmth.

He immediately gasped and twitched and before he knew it, Prime's valve slid over his spike. The warmth enveloping him caused his whole frame to tingle with charge. He allowed himself to enjoy each and every pulse as Prime began to ride him, “O-Ohh, Optimus-!”

As Optimus allowed himself to move up and down, his valve began swallowing Megatron's spike whole. Each caliper was being perfectly stimulated. It was almost too much, “Ooh, you feel so good, Megatron! Such a good mech trying to keep your composure… You deserve every bit of this.”

This was something he wasn't used to. He felt like he was choking on emotions again but now it was just causing him to lose focus. His mind went fuzzy and a groan was all he could manage in response. His hips thrusted up and his servos went to desperately grab at Optimus’ hips. “M-more…”

The request had almost confused him, but he did exactly what he was told. Optimus leaned over him, their chests touching and grills on their abdomen making occasional contact with how close they were pressed to each other.

“Megatron, your spike is all I need. Its so big and perfect and I can't get enough of you. So strong and brave and you're underneath me. I'm- so lucky to have you! Aah, Megatron, you are driving me crazy and you aren't even really doing anything!”

Their hips clinked together more vigorously, now as Megatron began moaning even louder with the added compliments. He felt an overwhelming urge to flip him.

“You are such a perfect mech. I can't believe you're mine!” Optimus cycled over his valve and Megatron began to tremble from the wonderful stimulation.

Suddenly, Megatron groaned almost as if in pain as he flipped Prime over onto his back and began humping him hungrily. He could feel the fluids splash out as he began pounding into him.

Optimus felt his valve’s charge building up gradually and now was the time to communicate further, “Megatron, you've got me so close, you're going to make me overload…”

Megatron felt his building as well. It was almost the blissful end for both of them, “Y-you’re going to m-make me-!”

His hips bucked up in rhythmic twitches and his spike had started pumping transfluid into him with a loud and enthusiastic moan.

Prime's followed as his moan joined in with his, filling the room as they rode out the ecstasy of their overload until their calm end.

Once they had fallen from their blissful state, they stared at each other.

Megatron sat up and looked over at Prime, “That's one way to boost a soldier's morale. Hopefully we can- do that again sometime?”

Optimus sighed and rolled off of him, “Absolutely.”

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KinkTober #7: Biting and Virgin (Transformers Megatron/Starscream)

Virgin D-16 learns a bit more about his frame

Starscream assists because he's experienced.

Fanfic below 👇

Lessons in Leadership

By: Peace _Through_Empathy (SeekerWingzCG)

Once the guard had settled in at Kaon, Megatron began making plans. He wasn't sure what was going to happen and honestly, he was mildly in panic. It didn't help that he saw his friend die right before his eyes.

The day had been long, but he had had worse. Not emotionally, but physically. His mind kept him busy. He wasn't sure if he could stand being idle after the recent events.

He sat in a throne that his followers forged and tried focusing on his tasks at hand. He had so much planning to do and he kept thinking back on the mistakes he had made. There was no going back now. Sitting and waiting for change never did a thing. He had to reassure himself that he was indeed making the proper decision.

Starscream, after settling in as well, came to him. He was shocked by Megatron's recent behavior to say the least, but he would admit that it impressed him. This miner sure could win a crowd. Not to mention the new feelings that welled up inside of him when that younger and stronger mech’s servos squeezed around his neck.

The simple thought of the incident had his engines begin to warm up. Those large, strong servos. As embarrassing as it was to think about, he truly did want them caressing something else.

“Hello, Starscream. What do you need?” Megatron said, datapad being sat to his side. He, too, had felt a sensation when he held him down. His cannon instinctively revealing itself. It wasn't the only thing that pressurized. What about this got his energon flowing and spark going wild?

Trying to keep calm, he walked closer. Luckily no one was around. Starscream had his chance to speak one-on-one with him, “Well, I'm here to talk about what happened…” Starscream's voice still scratchy and glitchy from the beating he received.

Megatron began to feel the pressure under his panel and chuckled with a smirk, “I have grown sick and tired of being pushed around by authorities. I was simply showing you that I had the power to overthrow this planet.” He said, thinking hard on Starscream's voice. It echoed back his domination over him every time Starscream spoke, his voice a symbol of his growing power.

To Megatron's surprise, Starscream smirked back, “If I may be so bold, and I indeed am, I suggest you learn a thing or two from someone who has been a leader before. You need a few lessons in leadership.”

“So you are coming back for round two? I put you in your place once, don't think I won't do it again.” It was becoming hard to think again and he had never used his interface equipment before, but it was burning with desire.

Starscream was experienced and regardless of if Megatron knew it or not, his vents were humming and his face was darkening, “Actually, that sounds fantastic.”

Megatron heard the difference in his voice and it only turned him on even more. He didn't understand what Starscream wanted exactly, but he wasn't sure what he wanted either, “What are you suggesting, Starscream?”

Starscream laughed out loud, “What else would I be suggesting? I see the way you're looking at me. Don't lie to yourself. You're aroused. I can almost smell it. I do want to talk about what happened. Not because I believe I deserve another beating per se, but I believe you've never, how shall I put this… Have you ever used your interface equipment? You are much younger than I and I propose a lesson or two in learning more about yourself. What makes you tick.”

Megatron sighed and growled a bit under his breath. He was right. Should he allow this or not? He assumed he would let his instincts guide his frame and-

His spike bounced free, throbbing and twitching with the cold bite from the air against it. He hadn't expected that exactly, but began playing along, “Come and show me, then. Teach me what you know about being a leader.”

Starscream smirked, letting free a fanged tooth as he made sure to be as seductive looking as possible. He made his way over and laid each servo on his knee joints. “Eager, aren't we?”

Megatron's venting hitched up and he was beginning to pant heavily. He had been defeated in a way that he had not minded, “I've never overloaded before…” he ex-vented through gritted denta and his hips jerked with anticipation.

Starscream looked up at him and chuckled, “I assumed you were untouched. You miners never get the privacy you're required to explore your frames. You're ready to blow, aren't you? Look at that spike. So drippy and gorgeous. So fresh and new. And it's all mine.”

He had never paid attention to other mechs in the washracks before so he was unsure of his size being adequate but as Starscream marveled at it, he assumed it was enough. Maybe it was far more than enough, “Show me what I'm missi-”

Starscream bounded forward with hunger and a groan and licked up the shaft to the base, passionately. Megatron let out a choking moan as sensation sparked up his spike. These things he had never felt before were causing him to uncontrollably moan and he wished that he could desperately whimper, but he couldn't let his facade slip. Not in front of Starscream. His servo drifted to his mouth as he bit a digit.

Starscream continued to lick and suck the side of his shaft, ridges and nodes being caressed by his glossa’s embrace. He couldn't help but see his digit being bitten and stopped for a moment, “Are you already close, my dear?” He purred, “If you wish to make noise, go right ahead. No one is in the vicinity. Don't be afraid to look weak. Interface brings out the desperation and need in us all. Let it go.”

Megatron couldn't help himself. He grabbed Starscream's helm and whined a pathetic, drawn out whine. His hips arched and said whine evolved into gruff moans, “I-I can't tell if I'm close. I don't know what it feels like.” He sighed and felt the tip of his spike become enveloped by Starscream's lips and his grip on his helm tightened.

Starscream slid himself up and down the tip of Megatron's spike before pulling off, “Oh you'll know. You'll feel like you can't take it anymore and you'll crest over. Your spike will feel a pulsing pleasure better than anything you've ever felt before.”

Megatron groaned and squinted his optics shut. This was wonderful. He felt the pleasure building inside of him and knew exactly what Starscream meant now, “O-Ohh, I am close…” his spike twitched around and before he knew it, Starscream moved down to the hilt, causing Megatron to arch and yelp.

He whimpered and felt his spike begin pulsing. Every sensor lit up and he began shooting a huge load of transfluid down Starscream's throat. “I- I'm overloading! Ah-oooh, frag…”

Starscream swallowed as best as he could, valve fluttering, so swollen against his panels. He pulled off after choking a bit and allowed the hot, pink streams to shoot against his face. He smiled and looked up at him, glossa sticking out and covered in fluids.

Megatron, once more allowed his senses to give way and stood, grabbing Starscream by the arm and pushing him face first into his throne. Megatron was still hard and leaned him over and began rutting against his aft, “Open.”

Starscream moaned and looked over his shoulder at him, “Mmn, make me, Megatron.~”

Megatron pushed him down further and grabbed for a wing, biting it, causing energon to dribble from the puncture points.

Starscream howled as his panels snapped open, “Ooh, yess-! Take me! Oh, do it as hard as you'd like! Hmmm, and keep biting me! Frrr-” Starscream trembled and as if his begging worked, Megatron's spike entered him and he began thrusting immediately.

He could feel the oversensitivity building another fast overload in him as Starscream's pretty plush valve tightened around his unit. He pumped in and out harder and eventually went all the way in. He could feel his spike hitting the back of his valve and almost petting his tip. His spike was in a state of bliss.

Another loud moan left Starscream, “C’mon, bite me again! Please!”

He had completely forgotten about what Starscream wanted while in his state of ecstasy. “Ooh, only because you beg so nicely. Ohh, your valve is so good, Starscream. You will serve me well-”

Starscream whined and felt Megatron begin biting at his wings, speeding his hips pace. His valve was aching with need. In a moment he was going to need it. He was getting close as well.

With a few more thrusts, Megatron felt his own overload building to his tip. The sensitivity caused his control to lessen. The sensitive cables on Starscream's neck were visible so leaning him over further, he grabbed them in his denta like a feral animal, yanking him backwards to hold him in place. He thrusted as quickly and hard as he could, leaving Starscream a whimpering mess underneath him.

The sting on his neck cables and the rough tug caused his overload to rip through him with a relieved, tremble-ridden moan. Fluids shot from his valve and Megatron could feel its tightening grip. All of the stimulation and recognition of his overload caused another overload to burst from Megatron in another fit of groans.

Once they both began to cool down, Starscream grabbed an unsubspaced cloth and cleaned his face, “Well, you did a great job for your first time. I'd love to be your second. Anyway, really, if you need help leading, drop a com request and I will offer my assistance.”

“I will- keep that in mind. Thank you for helping me relieve some tension. I can better focus on my tasks without my needs getting in the way. Come back in a while and we'll talk battle plans. For now, I need to think about the day's events.”

Starscream smirked and nodded. He was definitely telling the rest of the guard about what he had just experienced.

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 #13 ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕪

𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 ����𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔 "ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕤'𝕤 𝔾𝕚𝕗𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖"

Hot spicy moment between Megatron and Optimus before the sparkling arrives

After Dark by: Peace_Through_Empathy (SeekerWingzCG)

Optimus was done with his reports one evening and Megatron had left for the washracks for a little while.

Prime enjoyed his moment in silence thinking about how he had actually managed to become a father. It was so strange that Cybertronians could now create life again.

A few moments later, Megatron had returned, frame glistening mildly from the shower he had just taken. There was an expression of confusion on his face and yet he seemed semi-content.

He dropped his towel on the floor beside the door to take care of later while walking back over to their recharge slab.

“I've finished our reports for the day. How are you feeling?” Optimus flashed a smile at him and watched as he sat down carefully.

He chuckled gently under his breath with a soft smile, “They are super active right now. I don't think I have long. I'm also dealing with the damn mood swings more than ever at the moment. I assume I feel their emotions on top of mine.”

Optimus’ servo drifted up his back strut and moved back down to rest at the base of his back, “I'm sorry. Is there any way I can help?” he looked into his dark red optics.”

Megatron learned in and kissed his lips passionately, breaking away quickly, “Maybe there is one way. Do you feel like a bit of intimacy before we are stuck caring for them without privacy for a while?”

It was almost as if he agreed without saying a word. His servo moved to caress his curved and glowing bump between the two of them then and kissed him back. He, too, was dealing with some mood swings yet only in the form of passion. He couldn't keep his mind off of Megatron lately.

The belly between them made it awkward and almost embarrassed him in a way yet Megatron still straddled Optimus, sitting in his lap and opening his valve panel while deepening the kiss with a growl and shutting his optics.

His hips began to move against his and he began grinding impatiently on him, “Prime, I already need you.” His kiss trailed down his face and moved to his neck, prying a moan from Prime followed by a breathy “me too”.

Optimus caressed each side of him before rolling them over and grinding his panels as well. His patience was also lessening and it was only a matter of time before he was going to have to pop his panels. Everytime he looked down at him, especially his glowing belly he got a tingling jolt down his frame.

Megatron laughed and spread his legs wider with a moan, “Ooh, Prime… A little needy too, I see?”

His panel opened with a click and his vocalizer lit up with groans and sounds of satisfaction, “For sure. You are so beautiful and I am now one with you. The whole fact that we've created something together with love makes me even more drawn to you. We're finally one.” His spike made it's way to the lips of his valve, grinding the exterior node.

Megatron's helm flew back and his hips bucked up, back arching into him. There was no doubt he felt the same. This “life” he was creating also made him a little more aroused with the extra energon flowing in the area of his array.

“Prime, enter me, please.” He responded between heavy panting. His arms found their way around his neck, servos kneading behind his helm.

“Please remember to call me Orion. I'm no longer your enemy, my Love. I'm yours.” His spike slid in with a few hard twitches before letting out a long sigh. His spike's weight was soon being taken by that warm, puffy valve.

That had been something he had been working on lately and he didn't mind that Optimus had mentioned it because once his spike sat inside, he was getting an idea of how sensitive he really was right then. Gasps left him as his legs wrapped around Optimus’ hips.

Once he felt that grip around him, he moaned and began rolling into him, spike burying itself in his heat. His senses began to surrender to his partner's wishes. They felt so connected right then. Every sound and movement Megatron made was a gentle demand to “keep doing that” without the actual words being spoken.

Megatron's valve rippled and gripped around him as he moved, control on his facade lessening as well. His valve almost cramped from the sheer force it was tightening on. The sensitivity only added to his pleasure, “O-ohh, Orion.” The spike pressing through each hard pulse from his valve felt in sync. Just like it was made for him.

Optimus felt the tugging and almost felt stuck inside of him, “Ooh, Megatron- Aah, you are s-so fragging tight!”

“Only for you, my love. O-only for you!” Megatron started slowing his hip thrusts and allowing a steady tempo to arise. It felt so good that he needed to feel it longer. His overload would come too quickly if he wasn't careful.

Optimus could feel him slowing down and getting more passionate with his thrusts, “Ssh, I'll take care of this. You just relax.”

Gauging the speed and roughness of his movements, once Prime felt Megatron's hips slow to a stop, he leaned in with a kiss and began to move.

Megatron began to tremble and shiver into his kiss as his sensitive valve was pleasured without any work. He felt so safe and cared for. Something he was not ever familiar with. Prime made him feel so carefree. Especially now that he was carrying.

With time, Prime's spike was gradually twitching and pulsing inside. This pace was almost too much. He was going to overload. He had to hold on just a little longer, but Megatron was gripping onto him like his life depended on it.

“Megatron, you are my everything. You are so gorgeous. I don't think I'm going to last very much longer.” He could feel Megatron's legs tighten around him with a shiver again.

His valve was being pampered and now it was beginning to get hard for him not to slip too, “Come for me, Orion. I'm so close.” A groan through gritted denta rumbled from him as his valve gently rippled around him.

The invitation was impossible to ignore. He thrusted a tad quicker and looked down at Megatron. So handsome, so strong, and he was all his.

His helm suddenly flew back with a cry of pleasure as he lost himself. He began overloading into his lover's valve as he felt fluids pulsing out and embracing his spike. A fit of twitches and trembling followed from Megatron as Optimus’ hips moved with the continued pumps of overload.

He had clamped down and overloaded with him. Megatron's valve pulsed around him tightly. The calipers of it were gripping and pulling his spike. Fluids had dropped down his aft, making a mess of his freshly cleaned aft.

They had been incredibly loud and messy. Once they had fallen from the torrent of emotion, they caught each other slowly being drawn into a kiss where they had begun crying and embracing, equipment still open to the air.

They had not cared one bit. They were currently one with each other and nothing would tear them apart. Not again.

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KinkTober #6: Anonymous Interface (D-16/Orion)

(Sado/Maso wasn't working out so I changed it)

Aaaaaaandd, it's a mini fic! :)

Fanfic below👇(and also on my AO3 in bio in the next two days)

Tension

By: Peace_Through_Empathy

          D-16 and Orion were drilling in the mines and had been hard at work for the past three days. It felt like it was never going to end.

          Once he filled up a cart with energon, D-16 kept drilling, entranced on his job at hand.

          Orion pat his shoulder with a distinctive clink next to his left audial, “Hey, Dee, I'm about to check in with Elita and see how progress is going. I'll come pick up whatever you uncover when I come back to you.”

          Dee turned and nodded, giving him proper optic contact to show that he had acknowledged him. Once he saw Orion fade off and disappear to the right down a corridor, he continued his work. 

          How he wished he could just put down the drill and hit the washracks. The dust agitated every seam and his frame needed refueling but it was just part of a miner's work, he decided.

          Orion was uncomfortable emotionally. He wanted badly to just hide away for the evening and recharge to forget the day and allow the day's events to melt away with a good nap.

          Elita stood in the center of the main mining hub as Orion came up to her, “We've finished another cart full. How's our progress?” He stood tall, looking up into her optics.

          Her expression lightened and her lip curved into a smirk as she typed in another cart mined, “Looks like our group is owed a free day. You and D-16 have done us some good. Go ahead and take a break. I'll let D-16 and the others know via com.”

          “O-of course! Glad to hear we're making a difference.” Orion smiled, his shoulders raising with positivity. That had improved his dampened state of mind, “Thank you! Oh, and by the way, I wish you best of luck on that promotion!” He added, quickly heading out of the mines and towards the washracks to clean up.

          As he walked away, he could hear her communicating with the others. He knew for a fact Dee would be happy to hear the good news as well. That had given him a plan.

          The simple thought of getting some more time to spend with him was enough to tighten his equipment under his interface panels. He hadn't been able to use them much and this would be the best opportunity before getting stuck back in the mines.

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          After getting some energon and cleaning up, D-16 went to the barracks and began walking to his locker to grab a data pad to type on until he saw a note stuck in his locker door.

          “Suspicious” he thought to himself as he pulled it away, unfolding it to read it.

          “I've been interested in you for a long time and I think we should get together. I'm hidden in plain sight during the day, I'm just afraid to let you know how I feel. If you're up for a little frag in the dark, meet me in the maintenance closet on this hallway and find me for a good time at exactly midday. Don't be late. If you are, I'll be gone.”

          Dee’s spike burned with a desire he had never felt before and couldn't help that this sounded fun. He had nothing to worry about, really, and wanted to interface badly. He couldn't remember the last time he had overloaded.

          That had settled it. He was going to do this. He spent the last joor freshening up even more-and possibly using the time without other bots around to give his valve a little love. It was going to be a great day. He could tell.

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          Orion had his energon beside a window then walked down the hallway. It was almost a few minutes before D-16 would be visiting him. He looked around nervously and when he saw that no one was around, he went in, locking himself inside.

          Dee was down the hallway and walked down the corridor with a burning desire. He was very excited to say the least. He could feel his spike dripping transfluid in its housing.

          He walked up to the maintenance room door and knocked, “You wanted to ‘face?” He said, voice rumbling, attractive even to himself.

          Hidden to the side, he opened the door. Once Dee walked in, the door snapped shut behind him. The lock initiated and Orion could tell that Dee’s optical adjusters were disabled because he was staring into the darkness, smirking mischievously.

          D-16’s servo slowly slid down to his spike panel. A click was heard as his spike bounced out, eagerly dripping transfluid.

          Orion stared in awe at its erect state. He had not seen Dee’s spike in all its glory. He let his instincts take hold and opened his valve panel, dribbling fluids down to his knees joints.

          Dee heard the snap and began panting, “Soo, how is this situation going to-” Orion’s aft made impact passionately and his spike tip slid in, drawing a long, drawn out moan from Dee. He knew that he would probably disappoint if this mystery mech wanted a long session. His spike throbbed and he pressed forward, feeling the valve ripple around him.

          Orion couldn't speak. It would give him away, but he weakly whined as he began grabbing his hips from behind to pull him. He eventually leaned against the wall and felt D-16 begin hungrily humping him into it, his feral grunting turning him on more and more as he trembled in Dee’s grip.

          “You have a sopping wet valve, gorgeous. Ohh, you must want me badly. I can't wait to find out who you are. Aah, I'm not g-gonna last very long. I apologize.” Dee continued sweet talking him and felt his hips up. They felt familiar and he had no idea how. There were only a few bots he had ever touched there. It didn't matter. He was feeling all of his tension build in the head of his spike.

          Orion begged for more by pushing his hips further up his spike, eating the thing to its hilt. Hopefully Dee understood that he was telling him “It's okay, Dee. Let it out.” How he wished to actually talk back. That only caused him to to draw nearer to the end.

          Dee could feel a servo trail to his hip and pull him closer. That in itself was enough to almost lose it. “I- I'm so close! Ahh, C'mon. Jus’ tell me who it is… I need you to let me kn-” that's when a loud groan rumbled underneath him.

         “Aah, come! P-please!” Orion couldn't help it anymore. His valve fluttered around Dee in an attempt to wait it out, but he was losing the battle. His valve cycled down and little whimpers filled the air as he coated the wall and his own pedes in transfluid.

          Dee’s processor couldn't help but fill with thoughts of Orion and his spike followed in a massive overload. Waves pulsed through him and he moaned against the side of the other bot’s audio as they both fell to the floor onto their knees.

          Once the panting and moaning stopped, Orion felt a difference in the touches against his hips, pulling him off of the floor and stroking his helm.

          “Orion… Let's do this again very soon. I feel so much better.” Dee turned him to embrace Orion properly, giving him a passionate kiss.

          All Orion could do was blush. He couldn't hide it. He had wanted him so badly that he simply couldn't keep quiet. 

          They made out and interfaced again and again and eventually dragged their exhausted frames to their recharge slabs to get the best rest they had ever had with servos intertwined this time.

By far one I sucked a bit at cuz it was rushed, but I like the thought of them not knowing who it is and finding each other out lol

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ℕ𝕠 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 : 𝕄𝕖𝕘𝕆𝕡 𝕋𝔽𝕆𝕟𝕖

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Orion and Dee are working in the mines and get word that production needs to pick up or they will be stuck there until their quota is met.

At the moment, Orion needs to void but Dee is doing everything he can to help him get back to the washracks after their shift eventually ends.

Regardless of how embarrassing the situation gets or the realization it's turning him on, he has to put aside his embarrassment and arousal to help his buddy out. No matter what.

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I just wrote a MegOp TFone piss fic that was not planned at all fml. It's almost 4k words too like oof. Way off track

Editing is hard

Anyway, I'll post that on ao3 with a link here for anyone who wants it lol.

It dooooooes have fluff and is kinda cute tho cuz Dee is being really loveable about the situation.

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣#15: 𝔾𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕪 ℍ𝕠𝕝𝕖 (𝕋𝔽ℙ 𝕄𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟/𝕄𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕄𝕖𝕔𝕙 (𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕣))

There's rumors going around on the Nemesis that someone's doing a glory hole on the lower level washracks.

Megatron had a suspicion that he knows who it is, but with how tense he's been with his plans and the annoyance of Starscream, the best way to find out is to test it first. He knows two or three valves he's used on occasion and they are all different.

Addicted

By: Peace_Through_Empathy (SeekerWingzCG)

Megatron was on the bridge looking over a few things when Soundwave walked in and stood behind him.

He was always aware of his presence as he could feel it naturally from working with him for so long.

“What is it, Soundwave?” he responded, still watching the console in front of him.

Looking around, he moved in closer and played audio from what sounded like a vehicon, “Hey, if you go down on the lower level washracks at exactly mid day, there's a panel in the furthest shower that opens up. This mech has the best valve you'll ever try, that's a promise.”-

Megatron raised an optic ridge and cleared his throat in disgust, “You've got to be joking… Soundwave, I will investigate. Other than the vehicons themselves, I have had intimate moments with exactly three mechs on this ship. Starscream, once with Knockout, and with yourself. I will be able to determine who they are by going down to the lower levels mid day and testing this valve these mechs seem to be spreading rumors about. Maybe they'll think twice before fragging around while they should be working. I'm not known for being small in size.”

Soundwave nodded and turned to quietly walk away. It wasn't common to know his emotions, but he was feeling a bit flustered to say the least. Megatron was right. Soundwave was very well aware of his size. Hopefully he would be gentle enough not to split the bot clean in half.

As for Megatron, he was enthusiastic about the situation. Showing his power among his soldiers was something he tended to do well. If he showed up in the vehicon’s barracks, they wouldn't be able to say a word.

Time passed him by as he finished his daily tasks and headed down to the soldier's washracks.

He caught a few stares on the way, some mechs immediately standing at attention while some did so cautiously and in fear. Megatron could tell which ones were guilty by their actions.

Once he made it to the washracks, he looked around smirking at a couple who seemed to tremble in his presence, "You, there. Where is it? I assume I don't need to explain what “ it” is. You seem to already know.”

The soldier cleared his throat and pointed at the farthest door at the end of the room. Luckily it wasn't occupied. That would give him the time he needed to test this mystery mech.

Megatron grumbled and walked over, leaving the door open, not even caring how this was going to go. He was simply proving a point.

Without a word, he pushed the wall panel that looked a bit loose and it had been perfectly sized for a smaller mech like the vehicons.

His digits moved into the hole, feeling a soft wet valve pressed up against it. His spike panel opened with little preparation and he pressed the tip of his spike against his valve with a hum of approval.

The mech moved closer. He felt it press against him and Megatron shoved at the valve, his spike seating itself inside of him.

His suspicion was beginning to seem correct. This valve felt like Starscream. It was so small yet narrow. It almost matched his size minus the fact he was stretching it to the point he could hear a muffled grunt of pain as he pushed into him all the way to the hilt.

No doubt this mech knew it was Megatron. There were only a handful of crew members that were large enough to challenge his size.

He began rocking his hips back and forth and growling, the occasional laugh escaping his breath, “You know exactly what's going on don't you? I'm investigating. I'm going to frag you raw then find out exactly who you are.”

The valve mech tightened down harder around him and moaned. Megatron was definitely heard through the wall, his voice so baritone it vibrated through, sending trembles through the other.

This whole situation had him dizzied a little. This valve began easily adapting to their leader's spike as if modded. He couldn't assume it was Starscream, anymore. He had never mentioned modifications before.

“Ooh, what a slut you are. You have been modified to take more. Then I assume I can have my share.” Megatron gripped onto the wall and allowed his hips to begin pounding as they wished, clanking against the dark grey metal wall.

The other mech moaned in response. This time, his voice slipped and was far deeper than Starscream's.

Surely this mech couldn't be Knockout. He couldn't install an enhancement on his own. During the session of interface he had with him in the past, his valve resembled that of Starscream's but was puffier throughout. This valve was softer deeper down.

A few vehicons came to watch. A few had left and began talking on the other side of the washracks and, by the sound of it, pleasuring themselves. They knew better than to mock him while he was showing power in his own way.

Continuing to pound the wall, he felt the other mech begin to overload and moan deeply around the rim of his spike. This mech liked a large, rough frag. This was not Soundwave or Starscream.

Fluids dripped down his rounded thighs and with a handful of groans, he pressed deeper in, overloading into that soft, hot embrace. His optics shut and he began relaxing, as if something was lulling him into a state of euphoria. It was almost like a mind easing drug.

Megatron pulled his spike out and noticed the dark red glow through the hole before they moved away. Who was this mech? The only mech he would assume it could be was Knockout and there was only one way to find out.

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Once Megatron left the washracks, he made his way back to his post on the bridge. Soundwave sat nearby at a console as if waiting for a directive. His helm tilted up, not turning as he expected him. Audio mixed from a past encounter and came from his direction, “So, how'd it go?”

Megatron grumbled, “I have no idea who this is, but I will find out. I gathered information. Maybe a thing or two. I'm going to have a word with Knockout. Take command with my leave. I will return shortly.”

Soundwave turned and nodded, sitting at a computer screen, plugging in and watching the Nemesis through the security system. Nothing ever seemed to go unchecked if he was on the search. The problem was, he would be breaching Megatron's privacy.

It did not matter. He knew for a fact that Megatron would understand. He indeed was on watch at this time. That was what he tended to do at this hour. Maybe the added surveillance would help catch the mech in question.

Megatron walked down the hallway and made his way to the med bay. He could see the doors were open so he made his way in without a sound other than the clink of his pedes on the floor.

Knockout had an odd smile on his face, sitting at his desk with his legs crossed when Megatron walked in. His gaze met Megatron's with a raised optic, “Well, hello there. What can I do for you, Lord Megatron?”

Unlike earlier, Megatron closed the door, locking it behind him, coming over with a smirk, “I want to know about your- valve mods…”

Knockout's optics widened as he scooted his chair back, keeping the gap between them from closing, “M-Megatron, I'm sorry! Work has been crazy and without Breakdown, I-!”

“Oh, shut up, doctor. Just talk to me. Show me.” Megatron leaned over him, touching his cherry red crotch panel.

Knockout did as he asked. After all, he had just received his spike happily an hour ago. “Well, since you don't seem too upset with me at the moment… I received some help from Starscream installing a mod that softens the mesh of my valve, adds a few nodes, and- releases a euphoric pulse to each bot’s systems.”

“Ah-hah! You have become addicted to your own lust. How disgusting.” Megatron said, his spike burning in his presence. As disgusting as it was, he was afraid he had also become addicted.

“So you've come back for more, Lord Megatron?” Knockout opened his valve panel and spread his legs, knee joints looping around the armrests of the desk chair underneath him.

“I'm afraid so. Now let me get down to business. You are allowed to continue this practice midday to raise the troop's morale. That is, if I'm allowed the first round daily.”

“Deal!” Knockout accepted his spike in a fit of pleasure.

That day forward, Knockout had become the Nemesis’s local valve mech. To the ground troops, it remained a secret, but to higher command it became simple knowledge.

Only time would tell when this cycle would end, but for now, it was going to be ongoing for a while.

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ℕ𝕠 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥: ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚

The boys learn more about each other and get nasty again. At least this time it's in the shower.

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 #16: 𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 (𝕋𝔽 𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝔼𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕒/𝕆𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕤)

Just Elita admiring the spike of a Prime.

In the start of the war, life was complicated. Elita, Bumblebee, and Optimus we're still trying to figure everything out.

One day, Elita headed to Optimus’ apartment. Optimus seemed to find a place to stay far faster than a lot of the miners in Iacon once they received their cogs.

She knocked on his door and he answered almost immediately, the door opening to her, “Ah, hello Elita. Come in.” He motioned her inside and she smirked, walking in.

She looked around, seeing that the place was a bit empty and yet still pretty nice, “Wow, your place is nice. I'm still looking for a place to stay. I'm still sleeping in the old barracks.”

Optimus’ optic ridges furrowed and he looked down at her, “Really?” He rubbed the back of his helm and shut the door behind him, moving to a couch in the middle of the room. He sat down and pat it, looking into her optics.

“Yeah, I guess I just don't know where I belong, yet.” She sat down beside him and felt his servo on her shoulder.

“I have an idea. Why don't you stay with me? Without Dee around, I'm feeling lonely. You are the closest friend I have left other than Bee. He already has a place to stay here in Iacon.” Optimus sighed and kept looking at her. His expression gave off a sad aura and lacked their brilliant blue glow.

“You are lonely, aren't you…?” She moved her servo up to his and held it. “I was at a loss of words when we lost Dee. I can't believe he did what he did and-” Elita felt him grip her servo in response.

“He was afraid. He was hurt and I can't allow him to do what Sentinel did. He is confused and misled. If only I had been easier on him. I could have stopped him. I was so blind. He needed me and still needs me. He'll never be the same again.”

Elita's servo went to his face and she moved closer, “Shh, no one knew. C'mon, Optimus, he's crazy. Focus on the future, not the past. You've still got Bee and I.”

Deep in emotions, Optimus moved closer to her and gently pressed his lips to hers. He blushed and moved away quickly, covering his mouth.

Elita's optics widened and she moved both servos to his face, deepening the kiss after continuing.

Before they knew it, Elita pulled him down onto her, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Since that day, I knew we were connected. I can't seem to get you out of my mind and… I would love to live with you, and oh so much more.”

Optimus caressed her and straddled her hips before their crotch panels touched. They both opened their optics and looked down. Elita bit into the kiss and smiled, “Do you want to try out your new body, Optimus Prime?”

Optimus blushed and bit his lip before opening his panel, allowing his spike out for the first time since he had received his upgrades.

He gasped, noticing that it was so large that it was laying on her torso, the tip touching her.

“Ooh, wow. Sweet Primus, look at you.” She slid down and held it in both servos, “Let me look at it for a bit. It is gorgeous.” She slid her digits from the shaft up to its tip, taking in how it twitched.

It was ridged and studded, bright blue bio lights trailing up to a notch in its tip which was red and rougher than the slick textures of it's shaft.

Optimus watched her stare it down and simply enjoyed the gentle touches and gasps until he felt her tongue trail up from mid shaft to the slit. It ripped a shaky moan from his lips.

“I never thought I would be making love to a Prime's spike. It's the most beautiful spike I have ever seen-” she gave it another long lick before taking the tip in her mouth, causing him to begin moaning.

“Ooh, Elita, that feels so good!” His hips thrusted up and she took it halfway in her mouth, making sure to be able to give it proper stimulation, licking at it with the back of her tongue before pulling off a bit.

“Optimus, you are so big. Such a perfect size. I can't wait to make you overload. I want to see it happen, too.” Elita took it back in her mouth, stimulating the tip again, making sure to tug it as she allowed his hips to move against her helm.

Optimus moaned and shut his optics. He wasn't used to this type of pleasure. He never took the time to interface or self-service, but that made it a thousand times better. “Oh, Elita, I'm not used to this. I'm not going to last very long. You are treating my spike so well.”

Elita let go and looked up at him, “It's okay. I don't want you to wait. Overload when you feel it. I just want to see it when it does.”

Optimus moaned with a nod. He felt her begin sucking again, his hilt being traced with her digit as she held it and gave it a squeeze. It had felt so good that he could feel the tingle of his overload beginning to build.

With time, Elita began touching her panel, her valve opening as she played with her exterior node, still sucking and squeezing Prime's spike.

Her digits deepened and slid into her valve, pleasuring herself simply to the thought of his gorgeous spike.

Prime started to twitch and pant as his spike hardened even more, “Elita, I am about to overload!” His hips jerked and she lapped at his tip, still enveloping it and as she overloaded, he did the same into her mouth.

Her valve pulsed over her digits as she let his spike slide from her mouth and stripe her chest. She watched it pulse and shoot the last bits of fluid onto her.

Optimus looked down and she had removed her digits from her valve and used it to wipe it off of her, licking some of it from her fingers. She kissed his spike and looked him in the optics, “Aah, Optimus, you are beautiful.”

Prime leaned back and pet her helm, “You are too…”

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Should be posting chapter 7 of Gift of Love today when it's not 2 am.

After chapter 7, I plan on slowly adding even more on. More bots are having sparklings and their worlds will be changing drastically.

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Got another fic like the last one. Pt. 2 of tfo omo, sorry.

I'm just trying to get all the piss fics out of my brain so I can start working on Blinding Lights and Gift From Primus.

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I need to write some more. I have some mini fics that I need to rewrite from back in my starter days of 2018-19' but Blinding Lights needs an update soon. It's been too long.

I think this is how I'm going to do it:

🔴Keeping Secrets overhaul

🔴KOxBD omo minfic rewrite/post

🔴MegMag omo fic thing (rewrite and post)

🔴New chapter of Blinding Lights

🔴First chapter of new continuation of Primus' Gift of Love

Info about each as they become my *in progress* fics.

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Oh Hold edit ✅

Keeping Secrets edits/finish 🚫

Eventually I'll have my shit together.

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I'll be working on an edit of On Hold and an overhaul of Keeping Secrets.

I have undergone improvements on my writing and feel it is time to edit some of my sub-par fics.

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Got Chapter 7 posted. Now with part 2, I'll actually do an outline.

(something I haven't done with my fics until now lol)

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I had a dream where Meg and Op were humans and went on vacation at one of my favorite vacay spots and in my head I wanted to just tell them 'you should go do this and that', but of course it was a dream.

Maybe I can write some fanfics where a couple of my OCs that have human friends(literally my car and I) go to one of my fav vacation spots and as it goes on, I can add a mission or two and some character development. That seems pretty neat.

This project won't be very accurate and all fun and AU and crack, but I think I'll enjoy it :)