#tfp hardshell x s/o

[cybertronian-cupid]

Headcannons for any Tfp character you'd like, how would they react to their s/o having a super sensitive neck? Any bites or kisses there turns them to putty.

We let the wheel decide, so we hope you enjoy!💥~Gregoria🏩

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Optimus

He enjoys how quick their heartbeat gets at the slightest of touches. It fascinates him everytime it happens.

Pressing his face into the crook of s/o's neck and slowly trailing kisses up to their jaw is how he found out.

Love bites become his favorite show of affection once he sees just how turned on his s/o becomes.

He'll nuzzle the back of their neck when he's in the mood and ask for permission before leaving the first hickey of the night. He likes to start strong and then tease them with gentle touches after.

He whispers and chastises them in a soft voice when he sees how much this is affecting them when they are in private.

If he manages to get them vocal he will praise them endlessly, his servo moving down to stroke at their pants. He tends to get very touchy when he knows the two of them have time.

If he feels mischievous, he’ll tilt their head to the side and press a kiss to their neck when at full height before he goes out on a patrol.

Hardshell

He’s more than happy to learn he can please his s/o in yet another way.

His mandibles do a fine job of keeping s/o in place, the smaller set holding them in place enough for him to breathe their scent in for however long he likes.

He can’t really kiss them and he’d rather not cause them injury while biting, so he drags the sharp points of his mandibles over the area before “biting them”

Which means placing just enough force on their neck with his fangs, so that S/O’s heart starts to beat at a speed of insecticon wings in flight.

He would very much like to bite down. Each time he does this he would enjoy nothing more than bite down on their neck, and then frag them in front of the whole Hive to reestablish his claim as their first mate.

Instead he licks at their neck and growls of how he will serve them in any way they wish.

Predaking

He’s a fierce biter once he finds out.

Sure, he will take into consideration and try not to be too rough with the treasure his fragile s/o is. But since they are his mate he will remind everyone of this in any way possible.

He is not above mass displacement anywhere, anytime to stake his claim. He doesn’t particularly care if it’s hard for the others to see, the fact is his s/o knows the mark is there is what matters to him.

Whoever tries to court/touch them and doesn’t pay attention to the mark being there is at fault for getting chewed to pieces when Predaking returns.

When at his full height, he enjoys breathing in their scent and attempting gentle kisses. Attempting. He needs more practice, or so he claims. It’s mostly his attempt of getting to kiss them more without outright saying it.

If their neck is too sensitive for outright bites, he will find a way to leave hickeys. If not on their neck, he’ll distract them just enough and then bite at their shoulder. He might be satisfied with leaving shallow scratches.

[cybertronian-cupid]

Hello! Hpoe you're both doing good! I really love the insecticons and there isn't much love for them. So could I request some tfp Hardshell x reader smut? Thank you. Have a nice day/night.

You can have all the Insecticon smut you want anon. This was a blast and a half to write ~Mila💟

We hope you enjoy it!💥 And we wish you have a good day/night as well!💞~Gregoria🏩

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The high-pitched shriek Hardshell aims at the approaching Insecticon causes his spike to pulse inside them. Their mouth is busy chasing after the smaller set of mandibles gripping the sides of their face, teeth weakly scraping at the metal, hips bucking ever so slightly. Their hands move from the thick neck and grab at the hinges at the back of the larger mandibles, tugging Hardshell closer with a whine.

“Stop that.”

His visor focuses on them once more, the harsh red glow of it dimming.

“I must make my claim first,” Hardshell’s helm lowers, teeth pressing against their neck in imitation of a kiss, mandibles caressing their cheeks. “Our Queen deserves only the best.”

A smile tugs at the corners of their mouth when they look up at him with big eyes, lips forming into a pout.

“And can you really say you’re the best?”

A surprised scream is torn out of them when his clawed fingers grip their waist, squeezing hard when he pushes more of himself inside of them. They can’t speak around the long tongue that forces its way down their throat. They furrow their brow at the taste of dust and the tang of energon he produced for them earlier in the day. He came with the rest of the Insecticons after their most recent mission, nearly knocking down the wall to their chambers in his hurry to attend to the needs of his Queen.

His.

Oh, the way his engine ticks and rumbles when he hisses at them makes their core throb. They can feel three clawed fingers edging closer, but this time Hardshell moved away, his wings fanning out for the challenger to see; he thrusts deeper, the lower part of his spike expanding and extending. The thin ovipositor sliding its way inside of them, penetrating as deep as possible.

His tube-like tongue withdraws and they’re left panting as a thick droplet of the sweet, pink energon slides down their chin.

“I will prove it to you, My Queen.”

They can feel the round, surprisingly cool eggs making their way inside them. Their thighs clench from the speed at which the eggs are pushed in. Just as they’re starting to adjust and enjoy the sensation, even starting to rock themself to make him feel good, Hardshell fully withdraws. They make a questioning, needy noise, and his mandibles click in amusement. The clawed fingers of the other Insecticon are already running over their chest, spike fully extended and weeping transfluid; the ovipositor bulges with the shimmering marble-looking eggs.

“I will let the rest of your hive show you how well we can please you,” and he takes the position at the door, guarding them and those he deemed worthy to be in their presence. The newcomer buzzes and whistles in inquiry, the visor half focused on Hardshell. Instead of using words, they let out a long note that without a doubt lets him know that the Queen is in need. In no time at all, the newcomer’s spike – thinner, but nearly as long as his ovipositor – starts penetrating them. His pace is shaky and barely restrained, if the claws shredding the soft material of the pillows under them is any indicator. They can feel the eggs rolling inside of them, the muffled clinking of the glasslike outer layer sending shivers down their spine.

Once again, it feels too soon for the spike to leave them. They aren’t empty for long, however, with a shorter, thicker spike taking over and setting a shallow pace; they aren’t sure at first if their walls are clenching around a spike or an oddly shaped ovipositor. It doesn’t matter in the end, as they feel hot transfluid coating their insides, turning the stretch and discomfort into heightened sensations of need and craving. Their arms turn numb, legs kicking weakly as they pant. Their eyes roll back with waves upon waves of pleasure. Vision turning blurry, they breathe short moans every time a new spike enters them, and more eggs are left inside.

The rhythm itself is almost like waves. The caress of mandibles on their body, the claws running over their hair, their lips wrapping around a tongue filling their mouth with nectar, sliding more eggs down their throat. Their knees are maneuvered so there are spikes grinding through their openings, valves riding the tops of their knees; their hands are wrapped around two other spikes, fingertips twitching against the sensitive mix of organic and metal mesh. Their upper body is lifted by the spikes of two soldiers using their armpits, the insides of the elbows, the space where their neck slumps to their shoulder, slowly rocking into any opening their Queen has to offer.

They feel their orgasm near, almost reaching its peak before they’re empty again. Their lovers change places and crowd around them, the heat of their bodies not enough to soothe the ache when there isn’t a spike stretching them.

Each time it feels like they’re left empty for too long, still not full enough of eggs to be satisfied. The hissing of the whole hive and the sensation of anticipating, excited fields bouncing against the outsides of their chamber makes their heart swell and their sex throb again, fiercer, nearly painfully when a spike exists them and there is no one next in line to fill them. Their eyes open, their mouth clicking demandingly. They feel their head being turned by a pair of scratched mandibles, a tube tongue playing at their lips. They suck at it, drinking and responding to the clicking above them with their teeth gently nibbling at the appendage in their mouth.

Once they’re done, the tongue withdraws and they look down on themself, giggles spilling from their mouth. All of their bedding and themself are drenched in a sticky mix of transfluid and nectar, valve and oral lubricants, their cum, and the aphrodisiac that the Insecticons kept pumping into them alongside the eggs. They aim a loopy grin up at Hardshell’s scarred faceplate. His visor soothingly pulses at them, prompting them to lay back down. Their face is gripped by his smaller mandibles and they open their mouth, tongue languidly licking at his fangs, insisting for them to open for more of the delicious nectar waiting inside. Instead the familiar, just right stretch of Hardshell’s spike fills them, his ovipositor doing most of the moving, prompting shaky, breathless pleas and praise from their mouth.

“Our Queen,” the metal sound of chimes and bells echo throughout their chambers as Hardshell’s faceplate nuzzles against their forehead, “half of your hive has pleased you so far.” His spike rocks into them, and they eventually register the transfluid entering them alongside the eggs. The hard glass marbles sink below the softened fertilized eggs. “Are they to your satisfaction?” He starts clicking at them, the noise urging and demanding a response.

They kiss his jaw and chirp a short command at him.

I need more.

The whole hive rumbles like distant thunder when more Insecticons displace their mass and enter the chamber.

They caress the back of Hardshell’s mandibles, tugging him closer and clicking demandingly.

Stay.

Everything afterwards is once again a blur of pleasure, never-ending waves of it, the content buzzing of their hive, all combined with the ticking and warmth of their mightiest warrior serving and tending to His Queen.

[cybertronian-cupid]

hey!! could you guys write a hurt/comfort scenario for a tfp insecticons x reader? like reader works in retail n just has the *worst* day, gets picked up by hardshell, n he can tell that somethings wrong then later reader finally spills n gets comforted by the hive. thank you!!!!!!!

Working these jobs is no fun at all :/ but we hope this helps!!~Mila💟

HERE COMES YOUR HIVE!!!💥 ~Gregoria🏩

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“Something is wrong.”

She looks down at Hardshell's metal plates, her thumb gliding over the back of the insecticons helm, finger gripping tightly as he lands in the ship’s hangar.

“I guess. Work has been tough, that’s all.”

“We still think you shouldn’t work at all. Our Queen shouldn’t be forced to mingle with worthless scum," with practiced ease he throws her in the air, transforming to his bipedal mode and catching her. "They do not deserve your presence.”

She takes her seat on one of his shorter mandibles, kissing his faceplate.

“Other people would know something was off if I just quit. But thanks anyway, ‘Shell.”

He walks throughout the corridors, the vehicons flattening against the walls or picking up their pace in hopes of avoiding the insecticon. She can see a couple of them taking a different corridor entirely.

“You could say you were invited on another research mission,”

“I can’t keep running away with my handsome entomologist, they’ll want frequent social media updates just to see you.”

“There is no easy communication access in the jungle. One of those postcards should prove to be satisfactory.”

She is halfway into explaining why she can’t disappear like that in such a short amount of time, when they finally pass the door to the hive's entrance. The energy inside of it envelopes her like a warm blanket and her eyes prickle with tears. The excited sound of legs skittering and wings hitting against their covers make a sound similar to wind whistling through treetops and chimes playing in the distance. She lets out a laugh and waves at the insecticons nearest to the entrance, the attention sending another pleasant ripple throughout the whole chamber.

“It’s good to be home,”

Hardshell carries her to the middle of the hive, and places her at the entrance of a structure where her chambers are located. The cone shaped structure is filled with twists and turns, corridors leading her to different rooms, big enough for her and her partners when they wish to join her for- whatever reason really. There's plenty of room to move and, on her request, there are soft lights lighting up the places the white light from above doesn't reach. She walks deep into the center of it, where the master bedroom is located. She laughs out loud at the sight.

“Guys, what is all of this?”

There's a new collection of items waiting for her inspection, composed of expensive pillows and honeyed sweets, mixed with various gems, rocks, and other trinkets they know she might appreciate, all neatly stacked in different piles.

“Only the best for our Queen,” Hardshell rumbles from the entrance to her chambers, waiting for the invitation as he always does.

She lays down on the huge bed draped in expensive, comfortable fabrics, thinking over if she wants the company. She hugs a pillow close to her. It's too soft.

“How about you stop with all the sweet talk and come cuddle your Queen?”

She can hear transformation noises that only come with her darling bugs mass displacing. Hardshell emerges in her chamber, flanked by two other soldiers, the ones she met back when Hardshell laid his visor on her for the first time.

She grins ear to ear, opening her arms wide, and the two rush forward, chittering and nuzzling their faceplates against her skin, mandibles rubbing against her head and shoulders in greeting.

“Yea, I missed you, too,” she laughs and looks up at Hardshell, waiting in anticipation for her next “order”.

“I’d like to lay against you today,”

His mandibles clack in delight and the two soldiers move aside for their strongest warrior to take his place, laying her back against his abdomen, embracing her body with his claws as he makes himself comfortable on the softness of her mattress.

“The Hive shall deliver whatever you desire,” he reminds her, his voice vibrating around her.

The other two come closer, changing back into their bug form, sloting neatly to the side and spreading their wings for her to run her fingers over. The metal is thin, yet strong and translucent, the green color reminding her of emeralds. It took some time to get used to the sensation and vibrations she could feel coming from them, feeling the way energon is pumped back and forth through thin fuel lines, warm as it passes under her fingers, and cool once it returns back to their bodies. It's fascinating. It's calming. She can hear the sounds of the whole hive easily from her chambers. The sound of their fields mixed with chatter and excitement at her mere presence makes the stress melt away from her body. It makes her feel safe enough to let the tears fall and loved enough to rage and spit out curses over the entitled shitheads, lazy coworkers full of half-assed excuses and all the other things that have been piling up and up until she just couldn't hold it in anymore.

“Whatever injustices have been done to you shall be punished,” Hardshell vows and the swarm chitters in agreement, the sound reverberating through the corridors, aggressive and firm with their united determination. There’s a treat presented to her lips and she huffs, nuzzling against Hardshells metal while she chews. All of them always make her feel like a real queen, even if she has to keep reminding them that they can’t go around destroying whole towns for her sake.

Even if the idea does seem incredibly tempting on some of her worst days.

“Cuddles sound good enough right now. I'd like to rest.”

The swarm quiets down, the energy returning to the calming hum that begins lulling her to sleep.

[cybertronian-cupid]

Crotchless lingerie: TFP Cons x Fem!S/O

Hardeshell / Insecticons

It's on sight. He sees his S/O and next thing she knows, she's on his spike

He's having round one there and then, wherever they were

Pinned to the ground, to the wall, doesn't matter, he needs to hold his S/O still and make sure everyone knows she is HIS

And then he takes her to the Hive and holds her while the other Insecticons take turns with fragging and nipping, licking and clawing at her

He will only intervene when his S/O gasps she can't take it anymore and Hardshell lines himself against her again

Excitedly chitters at her what a wonderful Queen she makes, pushing his spike in as the eggs enter her one by one at a rapid pace

Her belly swells with the marble like eggs entering her, with his lubricant and that of the whole Hive slowly trying to trickle past her lips.

Hopefully s/o didn't have any plans… She's not leaving anytime soon

And no one aboard the ship should get any ideas of taking Harshell's S/O away from him and his brethren... Not unless they want to get torn limb from limb

[cybertronian-cupid]

❤️Valveplug TFP Decepticons❤️

What do they enjoy giving most; blowjobs, handjobs or offering their valve?

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Megatron: valve, for fucks sake, use his valve all you like.

Starscream: despite constantly complaining about the taste, he loves giving blowjobs.

Soundwave: a master of handjobs, as well as using his cables to get his partner off. His valve is sensitive so he'll ask you to take it slow.

Knockout: handjobs and valve

Breakdown: blowjobs

Skyquake: blowjobs

Dreadwing: handjobs so he can keep kissing his s/o while he's getting them off

Airachnid: valve, but the way she swallows around a cock when giving a blowjob is intoxicating

Shockwave: he really wishes he could give them blowjobs, but his handjobs are god tier. Will take some time before he presents his valve.

Predaking: blowjobs

Steve/Vehicons: Steve enjoys valve, and with the rest it can be a mixed bag. Most however still preferr handjobs.

Hardshell/Insecticons: as scary as it may seem, the blowjobs truly are worth it

Makeshift: anything his s/o wants, but he enjoys giving handjobs the most

[cybertronian-cupid]

I'm feeling really uneasy having to spend the holiday season with my family, so, if that's not a problem, could I request some fluff with TFP decepticons? Like,, comforting their s/o, making sure they feel safe and happy?

You didn't specify which ones you'd like best, so *rubs back of neck* what happened was a bit of a fluff surprise story. Hopefully it makes you smile Anon, and makes the holidays atleast a little more bearable.

*squints* though I think we should have the comfort styles of the Cons written somewhere... Keep an eye out, they'll be posted as soon as they get pieced together in some semblance of sense. ~Gregoria🏩

We hope you like it, Anon, and we hope this holiday season treats you well. You deserve nothing but happiness~Mila 💟

Holiday Surprise Fluff: Poly!Reader x TFP Decepticons (sfw)

(Yes. All of them. That includes the troops.)

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Being partners with Steve had its perks. Sure, there were some drawbacks as well, but considering how close all Vehicons were, that just meant the human suddenly had a whole lot of love and support, when one of these aliens decided to zoom into their life.

And well, when Breakdown met them and saw just how close the other guys are with them, and how nice they are treated by this fleshie, who's to blame the poor mech for falling for them too?

Knockout flirted with them once, and caught feelings when they laughed and flirted right back at him.

The rest of the ship caught feelings for the little organic faster than the cosmic rust, with the High Command being the most confused and vary over trying to express their feelings about it.

After all, their human isn't just a partner of one Steve.

They are a partner of all Steves, and soon of the Insecticon troops as well, with officers falling prey to their charms one after the other. In a sense, they have the whole ship wrapped around their tiny fingers, and soon they earn the affection of the Communications officer, Second in command and the Lord of Decepticons as well.

With ALOT of compromising and weekly reminders amongst the top three, that their human loves everyone aboard the Nemesis. The whole Nemesis.

How they manage that, remains a mystery to everyone aboard and yet, the morale has never been higher, so who is going to look a gift horse in the mouth? Noone, that's who.

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

Steve drives them through the groundbridge straight into the command center.

Sondwave greets them with a merry tune, Lazerbeak chirping happily as they are swooped up into familiar well maintained servos.

"Here you are, " Knockout kisses their face all over, before glaring at Steve. "If I remember correctly, today was MY turn to pick OUR lovely fleshie up"

"But you just did sir," Steve answers prompting a groan out of Knockout, before rushing off towards the barracks laughing.

"So, what ARE you guys planning?"

"We can't tell you just yet," Dreadwing smiles at them. Skyquake is leaning against his twin, nodding.

"It would ruin the surprise."

They pout and look at the ceiling.

"Not even an itsy-bitsy clue? Come onnnn, you guys have been driving me crazy for long enough."

Airachnid giggles, skittering off her perch and extending a welcoming servo for them to step on. She holds them close to her spark, heels clicking as she walks.

"Not even that. Orders from the Second in Command."

"I thought you were ALSO Second in command."

"Who isn't at this point," Shockwave points out when the femme places them in his servo, pressing a quick kiss before dragging the two warriors with her, off to who-knows-where. Being carried and placed from servo to servo was a thing that took some time to get used to, and yet, they are always handled with such care and love they can't really stay mad at their partners for too long.

They gaze up into the red optic staring at them.

"Shockyyyyy,"

"No,"

"Shockerrrrs,"

"The answer is still no," his voice is firm and unyielding, but his finials are wiggling in amusement.

Whatever the others are preparing is clearly going to be good.

"Come on, can't you just tell me? " they try again, genuine laughter from the Warlord snapping their attention to the entrance. Disappointment setting in when he is not actually standing there.

>>Patience, little one,<< the recording echoes from Soundwave, who steps through the groundbridge a moment later, with parting words of

"And enjoy the show."

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

And what a show it was. Almost an hour of all fliers, spinning and looping around each other, acrobatics of transforming mid-flight to blow them a kiss, before transforming again and resuming what has clearly been practiced time and time again with how perfect their forms were.

They couldn't look away even if they tried, each segment of them all dancing in the air grander than the last, topped off by Predaking creating rings of fire for them all to fly through.

It was a spectacle of the kind they have never seen.

Their excitement has them almost jumping in place when all commanders return to the bridge, optics twinkling with glee at their s/o and their clear enjoyment and pride.

"That was just the start," Starscream smirks knowingly, with Breakdown presenting them with a thick coat.

"Just wait till you see what our Liege has in store for you,".

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

They honestly expected a gladiator match. Hardshell, Dreadwing and Skyquake against Megatron and Soundwave. Or perhaps some sort of a firing range, or anything that would indicate a show of strength, or precision and cunning. They wouldn't be surprised if the Warlord somehow decided to do it all inside of an ice cave just for the extra challenge.

They didn't expect to be taken to one of the empty mines.

They did not expect there to be decorations put up, a mix of what they know to be Cybertronian designs with different Earth influences mixing into them all and still looking stunning in their own way.

And they did not expect every grounder of the Nemesis to be present.

"What is all this?" they ask, their eyes roaming over everyone. Their frames polished, their engines humming in sync, as they all break into a song.

A song about them.

They caught a glimpse of the title one night, when Megatron forgot to put that particular datapad away.

"Oh it's nothing," he waved their question off, settling them down in their bed above his berth.

"Megs, what are you planning?"

His grin and a tilt of his helm had them laughing, the expression on their face earning them a chuckle of his own, and yet no answer beyond the teasing "You'll see".

Any questions directed at others about what they think could be in the works, were met with the same grin and chuckles of "You'll see, it's a surprise."

Arms wrap around them from behind.

"Happy holidays," Steve says, nuzzling his helm against their head.

"Care for a dance?"

Dating Steve had many perks. Dating the whole Nemesis, has around a million more. And they have all night to count them all, as they dance and laugh with their wretched, evil, horrible, no good Decepticons.

At a house somewhere on the planet, there stands a very, very irked Makeshift, currently tangled in strings of lights, reminding himself that he is a vital part of the operation "Our Human Will Have The Best Holiday Celebration". He's been bossed around this way and that, without much rhyme or reason for a week now, and at this point, he would much prefer to listen to a certain Seeker screaming his voicebox raw, than to be listening to yet another round of 'All I want for Christmas'.

He will have someones spark if he isn't the one that gets to cuddle with The Spark of Nemesis for at least a week after his mission is complete. He knows those will be well deserved after the madness he's being put through.

[cybertronian-cupid]

Could you do some NSFW HC's of the Decepticons' (all separately) reactions to seeing their Fem! Human S/o wearing crotchless lingerie?

Sure thing! 💥 We'll be posting these under the name Crotchless lingerie: TFP Cons x Fem!S/O ~Gregoria🏩

These were absolutely delicious to write for~ we enjoyed it very much uwu and hope you do, too~Mila💟

▪️Megatron▪️Starscream▪️Soundwave▪️Knockout▪️Breakdown▪️Skyquake&Dreadwing▪️Airachnid▪️Shockwave▪️Predaking▪️Vehicons▪️Hardshell/Insecticons▪️