#my_writing_valveplug

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Orion Pax & Megatronus's Merch (4354 words) by IvyCorp Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Prime Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Megatron & Orion Pax, Megatron/Orion Pax Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Orion Pax Additional Tags: One-Sided Attraction, Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Masturbation, Photography, buying your friends merch, eventually mutual attraction, Pre-War

Summary:

When he bought the first picture of his friend, Orion didn't pay much attention as to where he would place the merchandise in his quarters in Iacon.

Neither did he anticipate the possible effect that singular purchase would have on him - or his credits.

Or, to be completely transparent, his mind.

Inspired by two posts, the prior addition with explanation of Soundwave to be found here

@transingthoseformers I don't think you are surprised I wrote this at this point

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filling in the prompt!

Taking Care Of Your Lab Partner 101 (9697 words) by IvyCorp Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Brainstorm/Perceptor (Transformers) Characters: Brainstorm (Transformers), Perceptor (Transformers), Rodimus | Rodimus Prime Additional Tags: Accidents, bimbofication, Dubious Consent, Blow Jobs, Dry Humping, Body Modification, Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Cleaning, Altered Mental States, Sex Toys, Humiliation

Summary:

Really, all Brainstorm wanted was to help Perceptor out.

  (Prompt - Brainstorm x Perceptor -- IDW -- Bimbofication, Altered mental states, dubcon (?)

  Whoops! Percy just got blasted by the latest and greatest lab prototype, The Bimbo Beam™. Effects aren't immediate, but soon enough Perceptor can't think of anything better than slobbering over spike and getting railed over the nearest lab desk. Brainstorm personally doesn't see what the big deal is, AND he gets to walk through the Lost Light with a cute scope dangling off his arm. Ship really only needs one genius after all.

  +Any additional shenanigans/pairings/victims of this particular weapon of choice I'd be open to)

Filling in this prompt for @tfanonkink

First time writing those two but I saw bimbofication and I thought...

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Earthspark (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Megatron/Optimus Prime, Megatron/Optimus Prime/Soundwave Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Soundwave (Transformers) Additional Tags: Cuckolding, Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), mention of prior Megatron/Soundwave, Humiliation, Eventual Threesome, Out of Character, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Summary:

Soundwave comes to some realisations after fighting against Megatron and Optimus Prime

Afterwards, when the threat is gone, tentative alliance still in place, he decides to press his advantage this once

I had been inspired a while back by those two posts 

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TF BigBang 2023 Reveal:

'Inferno's Egg-cellent Plan'

Do you like sexy?

Do you like stupid?

Do you like sexy AND stupid?

Look no further, as this fall you will have a chance to experience the story of Inferno's amazing plan with regards to his dearest Queen!

And yes.

It will involve eggs.

I have been extremely priviliged to work with @swervesbar / @windshieldtiddies during this year's TF Big Bang (CHECK OUT ITS ART NOW!!!! SFW / NSFW ) and I can't wait to share our work with you all!!!

The preview is under read-more ;)

Megatron leant back into the touch, arms heavy on the edge of the pool, as the claws of his loyal soldier glided across his shoulders, gradually moving to the front. Through his relaxation, he found himself hoping the ant would get bolder, slipping under the surface, pressing into the sensitive wires, making him arch, granting access as he would have moved up, letting the shorter mech reach the interface array which would open up- He tensed up, staring up at the ceiling.  Again with the fantasies. He must have gone mad when he wasn't paying attention - it was the only explanation. Inferno stilled his motions, sensing the shift in the frame below his claws. He allowed himself a last lingering press into the neck cabling, before he slid the servos off the shoulders in front of him, announcing: "I am done, Royalty." He received a hum in return, as Megatron focused on bringing himself back to his body. Watching this reluctance to move, the red Predacon leaned forward, wanting to offer assistance. Yet upon the movement his leader lurched forward; slipping on the bottom of the tub, he ended up frantically grasping at whatever could slow his fall. To his dismay, as he felt his digits close around the ducky that adorned the pool edge, he braced himself for impact and cringed at the humiliation at getting bested by his own bath. The pain of bashing his face into the edge never came, as a red arm shot out to grab his shoulder, with a shout of "My Queen!" stopping the descent. The action turned Megatron's body sideways, and with one servo's digits curled around the ducky, the other half-raised in an attempt to break the fall, he locked optics with the loyal ant holding him up and briefly wondered if he looked as ridiculous as he felt. If he had to guess, he would have assumed he had been pulled into a cheap holovid, where he would be swept off his feet with a kiss, fireworks in the background going off, cheesy music playing the entire time. "Royalty, are you alright? Do you require assistance?" Inferno asked, pulling him up into a less perilous position. Megatron coughed into his hand, waving away the vision of being carried off into the sunset in a bad video montage, as he dismissed the ant away. The soldier nodded, mumbling about being open to provide the service again if necessary, as he walked through the door.  The Predacon leader stood in the middle of the tub, alone once again.  Moving his shoulders, he could feel the stray tension was gone; the massage worked well. 'A shame he really didn't offer to interface.' Looking down at himself, he frowned at his still very active - and now very disappointed - array, and scolded aloud: "There is something deeply wrong with you."

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It! Is! Not! A! Bet! (8400 words) by IvyCorp

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Megatron/Optimus Prime

Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Jazz (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers)

Additional Tags: Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), remote transfer, Bets being made, Bantering, Teasing, Arguing, Canon-Typical Violence, Sex Toys, Temperature Play, Masturbation, Orgasm Delay/Denial

Series: Part 2 of Remote Transfer TF

Summary:

Megatron made a bet with Optimus, sure of his victory.

Prime might not have accepted it, but neither had he let it go.

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Breasting Boobily (7708 words) by IvyCorp Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Earthspark (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Elita One & Megatron & Optimus Prime, Elita One/Megatron/Optimus Prime Characters: Elita One (Transformers), Megatron (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Dorothy "Dot" Malto, Twitch Malto Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, the Non-Con tag is there for the following reason:, Consensual Non-Consent, it's in the last chapter, otherwise it's just, boobs, just titties being appreciated, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Milking, Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Hucows but make it Robots, Sub Megatron (Transformers), Bottom Megatron (Transformers), Because yes, mention of voyeurism, Taking photos, induced lactation???, if you squint?? - Freeform, Gags, Blindfolds, sort of??, riding a Sybian Series: Part 2 of TFE Megs with titties Summary:

set right after 'Accidental Accuracy'

 The aftermath of the discovery of a surprise addition on Megatron's frame

That's it. It is what it ways on the tin.

  Chapter 1: The first time (titties get played with) Chapter 2: The picnic (titties get tied up) Chapter 3: The experimentation (titties get milked)

@transingthoseformers you are one of the few that I am blaming for this, because I have seen this yesterday at the wee hours of the morning and could not stop thinking about the one version of things where I DID give Megs titties

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MEGOP Week 2023

As I have just finished uploading the final entry on AO3 for this years MegOp week held by @megop, I decided to do a quick summary here just in case:

Day 1: Loyalty/Betrayal

Actions speak louder... (2044 words) by IvyCorp Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Prime Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Megatronus & Orion Pax Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Orion Pax, Megatronus Additional Tags: Doubt, Lack of Communication Summary: Day 1 of MegOp week 2023: Loyalty/betrayal

... but without words, our thoughts remain unclear.

 Orion only wanted to make sure they stayed on the message - how did it end up so badly?

Day 2: Private/Respect

Paying respects to the dead (2653 words) by IvyCorp Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Beast Wars (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Megatron & Optimus Primal Characters: Megatron (Beast Wars), Optimus Primal Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Bickering, mentions of Dinobot's death Summary: Day 2 of MegOp week 2023: Private/respect

 Optimus takes his time to reminisce about a lost comrade in private - not for long, though...

Day 3: Marriage/Tears

You help me, I help you... (3403 words) by IvyCorp Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Earthspark (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Megatron/Optimus Prime Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Optimus Prime Additional Tags: Dealing with injury, dealing with emotions (yuck), Kissing, Biting Summary: Day 3 of MegOp week 2023: Marriage/tears

 There is an injury left after the fight with Mandroid that Megatron has to deal with - Optimus offers to help.

Not one to be in anyone's debt if he can do something about it, the former warlord decides to help out too, with regards to their favourite topic: Emotions

  Ugh

Day 4: Sweet/Death

Just Des(s)erts (3553 words) by IvyCorp Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Generation One Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Megatron & Optimus Prime Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Bumblebee (Transformers), Jazz (Transformers), Ratchet (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers) Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Crack, finding new ways to get rid of your nemesis, Backfiring Summary: Day 4 of MegOp week 2023: Sweet/death

Megatron has been trying to kill Optimus on Earth for years now - something he finds in human databases gives him an idea for another ultimate scheme.

Day 5: Sharing a meal/Hands

Just another day in life of Optimus Prime (3810 words) by IvyCorp Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Animated (2007) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Megatron/Optimus Prime Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Optimus Prime Additional Tags: Handcuffs, kind of, Feeding, Crash Landing, lots of talking, Out of Character Summary: Day 5 of MegOp week 2023: Sharing a meal/hands

 Crashing on a wild planet after the battle on Earth, Optimus refuses to uncuff Megatron - it doesn't make the Decepticon any less of a menace, though.

Day 6: Atonement/Blood

Please insert your catholic guilt into the chip and pin device (3091 words) by IvyCorp Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Megatron & Optimus Prime Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Optimus Prime Additional Tags: Mentions of Christianity, Talking, Guilt, Forgiveness Summary: Day 6 of MegOp week 2023: Atonement/blood

A brief interlude on Lost Light between Optimus and Megatron on a matter of forgiveness.

Day 7: Freedom/Mercy

Freedom to use and be used (2147 words) by IvyCorp Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Megatron/Optimus Prime Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Optimus Prime Additional Tags: non-specific continuity, Established Relationship, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Consensual Somnophilia, Free Use Summary: Day 7 of MegOp week 2023: Freedom/mercy

 They had an… agreement, of sorts.

@megop thank you for this last week - it was a pleasure

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A way to unwind (2608 words) by IvyCorp

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Prime

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Megatron/Soundwave (Transformers)

Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers)

Additional Tags: Data Cables, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Summary:

When Megatron agreed to stay after the meeting, he didn't realize what Soundwave had planned for him - at least it wasn't the first time the data cables were used in this capacity...

So yeah, I wrote something because I got stuck on the longer piece I am trying to finish - see under read-more or on AO3 (above)

Soundwave has been a very focused mech for as long as anyone could remember - it was one of his defining qualities, and considerably the most important one for the Decepticon Cause. The TIC was a stable rock in the chaos of the command structure, carrying his duties without a hitch while listening to yet another plan for ‘ending the Autobots once and for all!’ this time around. Megatron admired that trait, and on any other day he would be thanking his luck that at least one bot in their ranks could keep their cool when yet another scheme fell apart, yet another battle was lost. 

Today, however, he wanted to curse that part of his personality to the Pit, as he sat pinned to the conference chair by the deceptively strong data cables; his valve was gushing lubricant heavily as two of those appendages pumped in and out of it at a slow, measured pace, while their owner sat on the side of the table and kept on filling the remaining reports.

When the TIC reached out to him on a private comm with a query to ‘remain after the meeting’ while at the same time brushing his pedes with the cable tip under the table, he knew what was the unspoken intent behind the invite; he responded with an affirmative, the vision of the incoming activity keeping him in better humor despite the bleakness of their post-mortem. As everyone left, he allowed Soundwave to close the door and bind him down in his seat, letting his interface panel slide away without thinking.

The Decepticon leader wondered if he misjudged the situation - had the blue mech simply wanted to distract him from being angry at yet another failed operation, and was now going to reduce him into a mewling mess just so he could get the documentation done without interruptions?

If so, the communications officer was way more devious than he suspected; the silver bot tried to push down the growing conflicted arousal at being ignored so blatantly, as he tried to pull himself into a semblance of an authoritative posture -  despite the obscene sounds of his valve getting breached again and again.

"Soundwave, I'm sure the reports can wait," Megatron meant to say with offense, but it came out in a moan; when he started speaking, the tip of one cable brushed across a bunch of the more sensitive nodes, making him seize up at the sharp, heightened pleasure after such a long period of stimulation without being allowed to reach completion. His vents whined from extended overuse, matching his vocalizer when the angle changed, cutting the pressure before he could get over the edge. 

The blue mech did not even turn away from the datapad, instead deploying additional cable; it curled around the silver mech, coming up to his intake, bumping against it firmly. The request for entry was obvious, leaving no room for negotiation, and the larger bot could feel a rush of oral fluid gathering in anticipation.

"Soundwave…" Megatron shot the communication officer another look, but he did not fight the intrusion when the cable slid between his denta and pressed on his glossa, effectively quieting his complaints. It wasn’t the first time to have the appendage down his throat, but it always required conscious effort at the beginning to hold back the reflex to bite down at the discomfort - before he adjusted himself to accommodate its girth and gave it a suck, watching the TIC closely for any signs of being affected by the act.

"Silence," came a clip of a recording back at him, as all three cables slid deeper, making him thrash in place at the sudden sense of fullness. The Decepticon leader felt the appendages holding him in place tighten up around him, and he couldn't stop the satisfied groan that resounded across the room; he tried to ground his hips to force the ones in his valve even deeper - but instead, they retreated, leaving him awfully empty.

Megatron's disappointed cry was muffled; he briefly considered gnawing at the cable gagging him, but, as if the other mech was actually reading his mind, he never got a chance to do that. 

In a quick motion, his legs were lifted and bound to the armrests, aft pulled closer to the edge. The two cables that were previously working him open switched their objective, searching for the openings in armor and digging deep, causing the temperature of his frame to rise again. He felt like a walking smelter; his valve clenched on nothing, as he gasped and keened at the well-placed touches. His body was bent beyond his comfort, position leaving him vulnerable to whatever the blue mech had in mind.

Soundwave was still tapping on the datapad, EM field tucked close, unreadable. 

As if the warlord was a mere decoration in the room, not worthy of his active attention.

When Megatron felt a fourth appendage join the fray, poking around his aft, he couldn't help the full frame shiver. He ached all over, the charge built up shooting across his plating; yet as he was, he couldn't even plead for release in anything more than moans and desperate lapping at the cable in his intake, hoping to get the mech to at least look at him. The silver bot was mortified to finally admit that this… dismissiveness to his arousal was making his spark scream for even a glimpse sent his way. He needed the TIC to show his reactions or he feared he would end up crying - the emotional backlash of seeing he was the only one affected would have been too much, the defeat too painful to bear.

He felt the intrusion in his aft at the same time as one of the other cables shifted to massage his anterior node, distracting him from his thoughts for a moment. The remaining one was still playing with his wires, but when the newest appendage settled itself fully inside, it moved down and pushed the tip between his folds.

Then they all stopped.

Megatron strained against the vine-like embrace to no avail; he couldn't find leverage to shake the cables off, nor rock himself onto them. The one pressing down his glossa was held still - he experimentally moved his helm back, trying to see if he could free his intake and talk to Soundwave, but he collided with the back of the chair with a few centimeters of the cable still between his denta. With a huff, he allowed himself to let it slide back into his throat, relaxing himself as it got a little bit deeper than before.

He got startled when all cables moved slightly, making him move his helm back in surprise; the appendages withdrew as well. The mech's optics cycled wide, and with a focused expression, he let his glossa cushion the cable as he let it slip further down his throat; it plunged deeper on its own, and so did the other ones. When he receded, they backed away too.

Triumphantly, he grinned, and with renewed fervor he started bobbing his helm back and forth, setting up a rhythm that would possibly bring him closer to overload. He focused single mindedly at taking the cable further down his throat, hoping it would reach deeper nodes in his valve. 

When he noticed he could not move his neck far enough to do that, he panicked and redoubled his efforts, uncaring to his discomfort; it was too shallow, he couldn't move fast enough to get enough consistent friction to compensate for the emptiness beyond which the cables would not extend. He whimpered, feeling the exhaustion make his efforts slowly lose their pace.

"May I join in the fun or would you like to see this through on your own?" 

It was a sound of his voice from eons ago; he recalled saying this right before he joined his friend into a brawl against a local gang who obviously did not know who they picked a fight with.

Megatron on-lined his optics back, not remembering when he had turned them off - Soundwave stood in front of him, datapads left on the table. His panel was opened, revealing a long, pressurized spike, as the blue mech waited patiently, visor blank as always.

The relief at finally having the TIC's attention made him howl; he nodded vigorously, his EM field projecting the need for the other's touch. The slim bot rested his digits on the silver plating of his thighs, stroking them gently. Despite being under the assault of the long appendages for a while, Soundwave's touch was felt more keenly; he wanted to push into it, but he still couldn't move, pinned as he was.

The shorter mech moved the cable away from his anterior node; the delicate digits started circling it, as the displaced appendage joined the one buried in his valve. They pulled the folds wide open, lubricant trickling down - Megatron couldn't help moaning at the reflection in Soundwave's visor, where he could see what sort of a display was going on right before his trusted friend. He was still sucking on the one in his throat, spread out, aft filled up, waiting for the communications officer to pound him into a mind blowing overload.

When the mech lined himself up with his valve, he let out an anticipating whine; the spike met no resistance as Soundwave slid the entire length in, plating scraping on his aft. It was thicker than one cable, and it was long enough to fill him better than what he could accomplish in the prior predicament, so Megatron sighed happily and relaxed, expecting the other to get moving soon.

To his astonishment, he felt the entrance of his valve stretch out as a cable tried to make its way in, alongside the TIC's spike; he hissed at the intrusion, but it quickly morphed into a low groan when the mech started rocking his hips. All of the appendages were working in tandem, pumping into him at the same rhythm the blue bot was picking up, ramming into him with the same single-minded dedication as he did his tasks. The stray cable was teasing his wires again, but that was soon abandoned in favor of sliding into the valve as well.

The additional stretch caused Megatron's optics to roll back into his helm as an overload tore through him, overwhelming his systems as everything burst in wonderful static.

When his senses returned to the normal parameters, he realized Soundwave was still keeping the pace, the abundance of lubricant spurting with each thrust; he could finally feel the other’s EM field, as it brushed onto his, the mutual desire clear as a day. The silver mech tried to cycle down around him, but in the end he could only look at the blue bot and project the need to help the TIC overload as well. 

Soundwave looked at his face, ramming into him steadily, before he moved one of his servos and tapped the warlord's chestplates. Megatron glanced at him, puzzled, before he offered a smile and allowed his chest to part, revealing the shining spark beneath them. 

Thin digits prodded the halo gently, causing the mech to gasp at the sensation; it has been a while since anyone touched him like that. The pleasure from this was different, echoing on another level within his frame, and he could feel some of it transfer to his partner, who decided to concentrate on the spark below him in favor of letting the silver mech be held up by only the cables tying him to the chair. The larger Con could feel his own charge build up again, knowing he would most likely overload once more if the TIC kept it up.

Still, despite the slight quickening of the pace, he could see the blue bot would need something more - and merging was out of the question, as neither of them could risk getting sparked. He racked his processor for another idea, refusing to let the other leave unsatisfied, when he remembered another avenue they hadn’t utilized yet. 

He nipped lightly on the cable with his denta - when it retracted immediately, he cleared his exhausted throat as he manually directed his plating to open up the necessary port. Tilting his helm towards it, he nuzzled at the appendage and whispered:

“Plug in.”

Soundwave stilled his motions for a brief moment, before he reached out to guide his own relevant connector into the correct spot. They both shivered as the connection established itself, and the mutual feedback loop started cycling between them. 

Megatron was slammed with the sensory data from around the cables, and he gingerly opened his intake again to allow the appendage to slide right back in, as he marveled at being filled and filling at the same time. Soundwave picked up the pace again, latching on the blazing arousal of the silver mech as he could see how much each of his moves caused the other to mewl in pleasure, trying to get in deeper, harder, faster - chasing the overload that was rapidly approaching them both. 

The feeling of being more than oneself was disorienting, but as they both inched closer and closer to the edge, they were both awestruck with each other. Their sensory networks worked overtime to keep up with their intensity, bursts of data coming so fast they didn’t notice their overloads until they both rebooted, still plugged in one another. 

The larger mech rumbled when Soundwave withdrew himself, cables and spike, and the mess of their fluids dripped from the still twitching valve. He could feel the strong servos guide his chestplates closed, while the interfacing subroutines were completing the disconnect protocols before the connector was removed by the thin digits, covering the port gently.

“You nearly got me thinking that you were going to just work me up and leave me hanging, you know?” Megatron laughed, feeling the appendages untangle themselves and shift his frame into a more comfortable position, cringing at the amount of lubricant he ended up sitting in. Soundwave shook his helm, tracing his digits over the scarred faceplates.

“A little bit of tension goes a long way,” the TIC played back at him, quoting his own old comments about fighting in the Arena and keeping the audience entertained. The silver mech snorted, as he raised his servo and curled it around the slim palm, kissing it softly. 

“I swear, you always know how to twist my own advice against me,” he hummed, and allowed himself to be pulled up by the other bot, ending in a steadying hold, bracing the warlord from the side to keep his legs from folding underneath him. They took a look around the conference room; the chair was dented and scratched up, both it and the floor splattered in their shared fluids. 

It was a mess.

The maintenance crew would be arriving soon, which gave them not enough time to conceal everything that took place, giving them a dilemma: try to hide some of the evidence and possibly clash with the Vehicons on duty, threatening them into silence, or they could both bail before anyone could see them.

Megatron leaned closer to the other’s audials, whispering theatrically: 

“If you don’t tell anyone, I won’t tell either.”

Their EM fields brushed in shared amusement, as they closed the door behind them and turned towards the officer’s private washracks. Megatron flashed a grin, still basking in the afterglow.

“You up for round two?”

A sense of exasperated fondness came from Soundwave’s direction, right as an affirmative ping was sent across the private channel. 

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if you know what is good for you, you'll keep quiet (4458 words) by IvyCorp Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Rescue Bots Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Charlie Burns/Chase, mention of Kade Burns/Heatwave Characters: Charlie Burns, Chase (Transformers), Heatwave (Transformers), Kade Burns, Optimus Prime, Cody Burns, Graham Burns Additional Tags: Alternative Universe - Mafia, Blow Jobs, Pretending, Blackmail, Non-Canonical Character Death, and just to be safe, hints of edgeplay, Dom/sub Undertones Series: Part 8 of Hearts and Sparks Ship Week 2023, Part 2 of Mafia!Rescue Bots AU

Summary:

Part of Hearts and Sparks Ships week 2023 (Summer) - Day 1: Domestic / AU

following up from 'the problem with protection is that it's not always what it seems - but in the end, does it matter if the job gets done?'

Chief Burns has a way of dealing with those who can't keep their mouths shut

of course, it depends whose mouth that is...

First entry for this summer's @heartsandsparksshipweek (check here!)

I suspect it may not be reblogged under the event due to the contents, but I am participating in that again anyways