#sparkplay

[archie-sunshine]

coldsparked but it still burns him up

[valve3nthusiast]

Okay so Megatron and Rodimus are both freaks, right. And one day Megs rolls up and is like "I would like to do something slightly unusual in terms of spark play if you are intere-" and Rodimus is like "fuck yeah"

So Megatron ends up rubbing his dick all over Rodimus's open sparkchamber and its very hot but both of them are very very carefully not thinking about how Megatron shot Hot Rod through the spark. This is not killing the mood at all, somehow, because they are both freaks. as previously stated

So they have mind-blowing spark sex and all that, but when they're cuddling eventually Megatron gives into temptation and asks "so was that not weird for you at all given that I have previously personally extinguished your spark" and Rodimus dramatically rolls over to face Megatron and goes "OH THANK PRIMUS I wasn't the only one thinking about it and like, not to pull a Rung, because I enjoyed this a fuckton, but is there maybe a reason you suggested that specifically" and Megatron freezes like a deer in the headlights of an incoming Peterbilt 379 semi-truck

[not-a-mang0]

I'm back :3

Stylus not working, so paper it is 🤧

[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.

[masochist-shark]

Oop forgot to post this!

[crying-fantasies]

Love fantasy

Masterlist

It all started as a normal cycle, he swears on his spark that it was an innocent and normal cycle.

"I interfaced with one of the humans".

Until it wasn't.

No bot can verify the fact but all are equally flabbergasted at the statement, humans are still a novelty aboard, it has been only a few earth years since they arrived to the starship and while friendships and primitive market of products are normal to see nowadays it still doesn't stop one or two glass cubes from shattering against the floor of Swerve's or the high grade that has gone down the wrong pipe by the mere words formed by Fizzle's vox.

No bot asked, no one even knew, no one really noticed him gone from the ship or when he came back but now they all have their attention at him even when he simply said it to the bot next to him, but gossiping, no matter species, is a big deal among sentient beings.

"You're lying"

"No!", almost sensing the others receptor audials over him he can only try to cover his EMF as close to his frame as possible, spoiler coiled near to his armor in a display of nervousness, "it was- it was out of this world, okay? And- and then she was-"

"It was a human femme?!"

Again, some were at their seats end, some again chocking on their drinks, others feeling their fans activate, everybot has seen for themselves how soft humans are, and even heard from the same humans that some are most soft than others.

Human femmes- er, woman and alike, were supposed to be the peak of softness, even human primitive communication devices (porn and magazines) said so!

"Primus dammit- do you want everybot to hear about it?", oh yes, please say more was something resonating among the processors of the most curious in the theme and the most deviant of them that had also thought of some organic colleagues in such a way, of course, Fizzle didn't had to know, and in some way it was his fault to talk about such a thing like a sparkling sharing secrets in a public area when the Lost Light was so big.

"Okay, okay, go on, what did she do?", there was silence, one that preceded the proton storm while Fizzle's spoiler raised back again in excitement to remember the exchange.

"...she played with my wires and with my spark"

If the two bots didn't know they were being eavesdropped before now they knew after a few bots cracked their glasses full of energon at the mere mention of the interface related activity, making they almost scape even when some bots wanted to keep hearing and asked them to come back, because it was the discovery of the century, well, almost, but it was still of great interest nonetheless for most of them!

"Wow, that was crazy, huh, Roddy?", Drift tries to ignore the other bots still remaining in the bar and their obnoxiously loud fans, hardly covering the growing charge on their EMF and now heated frames trying to seem as undisturbed as possible.

Even Rodimus, who stops as hard as he can his cooling fans, servos being negated of the littlest possibility to even shake at how hard his spark is pulsing, "Uhum".

First of the questions running around his processor is who was it? Fizzle doesn't even have any game going on or perceived by his optics to be able to drag along another mech on his habsuit, let alone a human that knows nothing about interfacing, which get to the next question running wild in circles around his processor: can a human do sparkplay? The idea is impossible but it doesn't stop his imagination where, in fact, it seems more than possible with those little hands and fingers running wild on a bot's spark chamber, he remembers the humans being taught cybetronian medic techniques, how they were so focused in healing illness and it isn't so hard to change the purposes of the delicate and sometimes rough way those little hands made their way around a spark and all the sensitive wiring around.

He ask to himself if the human Fizzle was talking about were to be, by any chance, you.

And he negates it, scratches it, deletes as far as he can any trace of the mere idea of it because it will break his spark in million pieces would be improper in everyway.

It is also improper to remember it when he is next to you while you read a datapad about once living creatures of Cybertron, little finger moving the page once in a while in your hunger for more information that gets his optics focused on the way your eyes move along the light and the glyphs on the screen.

Will your curiosity also extent to other possibilities? He has seen you go "woah" and "ahh" over simple things like the subtle communication between frames with wings and spoilers or the fair quantity of differences of one frame to the other, the image of your face looking with interest whatever you're reading and how you take notes on your personal datapad, little fingers moving along and pressing different places in the sensible screen while showing your obvious interest, your possible awe over his bared spark in front of you.

It's almost too easy, he only needs to change a few things, his open spark chamber is now the source of light reflecting on your eyes, a perfect miniature mirror of your actions as your fingers touch the sensible glass cover of his spark, he can almost feel the electricity driving away to your body to his waiting spark that welcomes it with a tremor as hard as lightning that spreads to his whole frame in electric pleasure, wires tensing at the movement around and all the pressure, trying to make give accomodations to every little electric pulses your body can send to his most sensible component.

"Roddy"

It's way too real, way too hard, and it gets worse when your fingers get replaced with your soft looking lips and tongue, lapping above the connections before sliding to his tensed wires, making a wet trail to his spark while he debates internally in his own fantasy, he is supposed to concentrate, to not come undone or look because he is sure it would be JUST. SO. HOT.

"Rods"

It doesn't even end there, he can hear your voice along it, processor and cooling fans working overtime while he can only focus on the possibility, on the maybe that lingers above, it only takes so little to have you kiss with tongue his spark and he can't take it-

"Rodimus!" Oh, now, that's his designation, the fantasy is shattered in pieces and he soon realizes one of his digits is above his spark chamber, you are looking at him, maybe confused, obviously worried, it's enough to make him let go of the digit between his dentae and feeling his spike depressurize- "why are you so hot?", nevermind.

"... I'm hot?...", a wicked grin blended with happiness is forming on his faceplate as his words trail on slowly, almost as he is tasting it.

"I mean", you correct yourself, you really didn't need to, "heat is coming from your body, are you going flames on again? Are we under attack again?"

"What? Nah, just...", daydreaming about impossibilities, about a weak porn, like humans call it, without basis, heated romance and passion he isn't even sure you share with him, impossibilities that drag his bleeding spark over every movement and word of yours that he clings on with greedy servos, it's so embarrassing and he is sure he'll offline by pure mortification if you ever get a word about his attraction to you just to be faced by any degree of disgust coming from you, "it's getting cold in here, wouldn't want you to freeze those little fingers to dead", he doesn't even offer his servo but it is almost a natural response when he sees you approaching him with fear on your steps by any possibility of being another normal day aboard the Lost Light, he doesn't even stop and let's you settle on his lap like the security protocols indicated.

Fear washes away quickly when you register his words, there is curiosity on your eyes, looking between him and your hands, before finally look at him in the optics again, "Oh, didn't know you heard about the effects of excessive cold on the most distant phalanges, I mean, it's something that only happens while in extreme freezing conditions in harsh environments or controlled ones in closed lab experiments-"

Rodimus really didn't get what you were talking or the whole deal you were explaining to him, but seeing you feel secure next to him, taking seat above him showing the full confidence and trust you put on him while your hands move to explain your point, putting the warm palm against his armor from time to time.

"Everything you touch is bound to fail anyway", harsh words pang among his memory archives while he touches a side of yours to prevent a fall, but he silenced it, preferring the sound of your voice that now was about something called homeostasis.

He wouldn't trade this moment for anything, not when he offers you a digit and you hold it immediately, well, maybe a kiss if you could be generous enough, but he will get there soon, he hopes so.

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I totally offer this one to @archie-sunshine and @pinkanonwrites by their glorious work of overheating and teasing Rodimus, I love it to the moon and back to hear about one of my faves even when he is mentally unstable and runs hot most of the time, it's his own charm, specially their newest works that relate to Roddy so much.

[robot-smut-repository]

Still not over those Porsche pics I found a while back...

This is what the inside of Jazz's chassis looks like. Hot damn.

Imagine all of that is just resting right on top of his spark chamber, so when somebody tugs on those cables he feels it reverberating through his spark.

[xaythefreak]

alright so- to my knowledge and what i've seen so far, a bot's spark is effectively their heart/power core/i-guess-"engine"??

i only have one question really- can i lick a spark?

naturally, the assumption would be that NO, i CANNOT lick a spark- it's presumably just pure energy- but, it's fictional media, and god knows you never know the consequences of something until you either try or ask questions

mlem the orb of energy, i don't care whose just mlem /silly

FIRST SPARKPLAY ASK HOORAY!!!! *confetti*

YES please touch and lick the spark, I have seen SO MUCH sparkplay artwork and ALL of them are just SO FUCKING HOT GOOOOOOODDDDD aughhh AUHHHGGHGHHHHHH

[mychlapci]

One thing I've always thought about is wierder sparkplay like a cybertronian being able to pull their partners spark out of thier body without killing them they remain conscious and get to see their partner hold thier entire being in thier hand. Or just grinding thier valve on thier partners spark that's good too.

oh, that’s interesting. A bot taking their partner’s spark in hand, holding it carefully in their fingers, gently brushing over the uncovered spark chamber surrounding the delicate component… they kiss it, feeling the electricity crackling against their lips.

mhmmm A bot opening up their partner’s chassis, lowering their bared array against the naked spark, grinding their node against the warmth. There is so much charge in the spark, buzzing against their valve, sending their inner nodes clenching around nothing. They grind down hard, frantic to reach their overload, and their partner yelps, spark flickering as they watch their lover cum all over it, coating it in lubricant.

[archie-sunshine]

working off the ache in your chest for something more

[mixterglacia]

Thisissofuckinggoodlois.jpg

Opening Up To You.

[ogpromiscuouspaperplanes]

[transingthoseformers]

How do you feel about Orion and D-16 seeing each others' sparks before, sure, but they only end up merging during/after the war :D

[eatyoursparkout]

As the one who submitted the Getarod Blackmail, I am 👀 with great anticipation and greediness.

I'm not sure if I should *thank* you for the brainworms anon, but I hope you enjoy 😂 we're at 6k and counting

[maplesyruplover]

Touching a live sort of electricity and getting weirdly emotional about it

i dunno if it's possible, but explain your favorite valveplug topic in the most vague way possible

[archie-sunshine]

for the stream requests could we please have some nautica/velocity with some unorthodox use of medical hypnosis perchance?

god yes, HOLY FUCK IT TOOK FOREVER TO FINISH THIS BC OBS CRASHED LIKE EIGHT TIMES BUT HERE.