#transformers sunstreaker

[weepinggroves]

Trio!! Thee trio!!

I grabbed another Pinterest base and thought of my boys, and I love these colors sm

Ref+ random screenie I love...

[hoiststowline]

responses to an overworked/sleepy s/o [w/ ultra magnus, sunstreaker, & hound]

ultra magnus

Ultra Magnus knows that he’s the biggest hypocrite in this situation, but you’ve yawned four times in the past five minutes. it sends alarms across his processor, observing the way you use the back of your hand to poorly cover such an exhausted gesture. somehow, this less than gentle alert that your body was tired was not enough, yourself shuffling through a stack of papers as you carry on with little qualms. Magnus can feel his optic twitch, unable to quietly fight the urge to knock some sense into you about your health and well-being. adjusting to time and your schedule has come a little easier to him, mostly due to finding himself in your company on a daily basis. understanding what he does now, he finds self-assurance in calling you out about getting some rest, the hour far past the original time you had set to get some rest. 

“y/n?” he rumbles, slightly baffled that you don’t even offer your undivided attention, acknowledging him with a noise he can’t quite label. a thought passes him by: is this how other mechs feel when he’s drowning in paperwork? “It is very late. Perhaps you would do better to pick this up in the morning?�� 

finally, your eyes tear away from the papers to meet his, and then Magnus is whacked with the realization he has to stand firm here. you must’ve been at this for hours, fatigue and enervation translating well enough from your gaze and pouring down the rest of your body. “Sorry. Run that by me again?” 

“I will do no such thing,” he’s good at being the bad guy, the one who has to play fair and look out for others. but for you? he’s willing to beg, stand firm in seeing you get some much deserved, and earned sleep. “This will be here when you awake. Rest.” 

your pout works on him, and the worst part of it all is you must know it does. “Five more minutes?” you plead, trying your best to stifle a yawn that Magnus sees far too easily. every bone in your body begs you to relent, but stubbornness finds you once more as you think of all the studying that needs to be done before tomorrow. 

“No.” he’s caged you between two massive hands, leaning forward until you’re forced to meet his stare and not the copious amounts of work spread out around the berth. “You cannot use my own tactics against me. Bed, now.”

sunstreaker

something wakes Sunstreaker up about three hours into his recharge, and with little investigation he comes to find you on the other side of the room. after you’d said three hours ago you’d join him in ten minutes, that turned out to be the biggest lie in the world. disoriented and mildly irritated, his brow furrows when he calls your name, confused as to why you jump in surprise. everything about you breathes burnout, eyes glassy as they eventually lock with his across the room. were you so consumed and entranced by that textbook that you hadn’t heard him grumble under his breath before calling out to you? how dare such a stupid object hold your attention and not him, slowly losing his already depleted patience. 

“Get over here.” Sunstreaker hums, trying once to be nice instead of brash. he’s come to take a second to mull over his words before they leave his voice box, trying his damndest to say what he means the first time. yet, this time, instead of pulling away from your study materials, you only dive deeper. 

“I’ll be right there,” you whisper, as if he was still in and out of recharge. “Just have to finish this chapter, and-” you squeak as he abruptly stands from the berth, lumbering over to where you were sitting on his desk. fumbling with the textbook, your finger saves the page before you close it over, trying your best to appear defiant and adamant, but losing miserably. “What are you doing?” 

“What am I doing?” Sunstreaker counters, expecting no reply. “You said ‘ten more minutes’ hours ago. Bed, or I throw that book.” 

you appear miserable. the happiness that normally contradicts his irritable behavior is nowhere to be found, something that concerns him greatly. you had mentioned earlier in the week about an upcoming test that was stressing you out, but now this studying venture has crossed over into territory that enrages Sunstreaker. you weren’t taking care of yourself, unworried about how a newfound weariness preoccupies you. whenever you speak ill of yourself or doubt your abilities, it seizes him so greatly that he can’t focus on anything else. don’t you know how much he loves you, and knows you’ll do great things, no matter what? 

somehow, you know he means it, sighing in defeat. “Fine, fine.” with a small smile, you close the book over with a defeated sigh. “Sorry. The test is in two days.” 

to your surprise, Sunstreaker mumbles his words, but the sincerity is overwhelming. “I’ll try to help you study tomorrow. But now, bed, and I mean it.” 

hound

you’ve certainly done a lot of typing in the past couple of hours, Hound has noticed. enough that with each hour that slips by, it’s time for him to wrap his tasks up and fully join your company, excited to hear about what you’ve been up to and relax into the evening with no issue. except, that’s mostly thrown out the window as he takes in your body language, surveying the way your palm runs over your face and rubs at your eyes, only to return to your laptop seconds later. the light from the screen illuminates your features, but all Hound can focus on is how your shoulders slump forward, a glasiness overtaking your eyes that he can’t quite decipher the reason behind. you’re clearly spent, drained of the day's responsibilities as they now carry over into time that should be spent away from the computer. 

“y/n?” he tries, using the tip of his digit to run down the length of your leg, vying for your attention, selfish as that may be to admit. “Y’alright? Busy day?” 

for a moment, you pull away from the laptop, blinking wildy before realizing it was only Hound. everything in you yearned to just shut the computer and set this aside for another time, but the idea of being ahead tomorrow entranced you far too much. “I’m good! I’d just like to finish this up, I swear I’m almost done.” famous last words. 

your slight startle at his touch and words worried him, the way you appear so disconnected from reality as you are solely focused on typing a report that didn’t need to be completed at this very moment. though your overworked and tired demeanor concerns him greatly, Hound is willing to yield if only to respect your wishes. he cares so deeply for you that perhaps just this once, he’d overlook the fact that you probably really needed some shut-eye now. it’s like overriding a code, Hound feels as if he’s programmed to look out for everyone and their health, you always residing as his top priority. always number one on his list, finding that sometimes you unintentionally neglect your wellbeing, himself guilty of similar behaviors. 

but then you don’t stick to your original plans. more time has escaped you, and Hound’s fretting has skyrocketed to the point where he isn’t ashamed to implore you to get some rest. “Yer exhausted,” he rumbles, broad shoulders drooping as you tear your eyes away from the screen to massage at your temples once more. “Don’t overwork yourself. It ain’t worth it, ah know it first hand.” 

doing what Hound asks of you is an easy feat, as forfeit finds you. with a sleepy smile, you power down the computer and set it to the side to be tomorrow's problem. this time was precious with him, sacred and not effortless to come by. “Sorry.” you stumble over your words, trying to stifle a yawn in the meantime. “I’m alright. It’s done for the evening.”

[starburstminibot]

Transformers ARK! The Twins

Sunstreaker, the self-proclaimed "eldest" of the two is cocky and egotistical. Most bots find him hard to approach so they simply steer clear. He takes great pride in his unstable reputation, and wouldn't be caught dead doing anything to break character. The only bot who seems to be able to put up with him is his twin, Sideswipe. And even though the two are rarely apart, they sometimes seem to barely even like each other. Despite preferring isolation, Sunstreaker has always been secretly jealous of how easily Sideswipe can make friends, and how other bots like his brother over him.

Sideswipe, while just as aggressive at times, can be much more relaxed and playful than his brother. He's funny and friendly, and can quickly gain favor with others. It's unfortunate that most bots are too scared to approach him considering who he's always hanging out with. Sometimes Sideswipe is resentful of the shadow he's constantly living in, and wishes Sunstreaker wasn't setting the standards of what bots grow to expect of him.

It would probably help both of their insecurities if they weren't so codependent, but no one's had the guts to try and tell them that yet.

[offbeat03]

Anyways, happy new year!!! I thought I would draw three of my favorite tf characters!! DW, I'm still doing my TTTE gijinkas i just need to rest now okay byeee

[devilart2199-aibi]

The bad attitude twins 🚘🚘

More TF Reforged redesigns :3

[imdashingaway]

There’s blood on your hands…

[raspberrighost]

A lil sunstreaker doodle. My favorite bat looking bot <33

[smallestapplin]

Hello- I have come back once more! Could ask for G1 Jazz and the terror twins?? (Please don’t mind me, I love them-)

This time just with an insomniac cybertronian reader??

Or more like a cybertronian reader that just sucks with taking care of themselves, in which they tend to overwork and not recharge properly or they don’t fuel themselves properly either. They just kinda forget they have to- which ends in them being dragged off either to go get energon or to theirs or their partners berth to recharge.

They don’t mean to, they just kinda forget they have to take care of themself to instead of working or trying to take care of their partner(s).

Hope ya had a good day or night! Make sure to take care of yourself and take breaks when needed!

🥺you’re too sweet to me I swear. I hope you are taking care of yourself too! Be sure to drink some water if you haven’t.

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Jazz knows more than others give him credit for, whatever they think he knows he always knows more. You and your lack of care for yourself was one of many things he noticed around base even before you made his helm spin and had him swooning. He it’s going to just let you continue this, but he also knows he can’t just tell you to do it either, so Jazz gets creative with it.

You won’t take lunch for yourself, but will you take lunch to eat with him? His grin his devilish when you sigh and stand from your desk, not being one to make your beloved sad, you can’t find it in you to deny his sweet request.

You get so caught up in working you stay up writing reports or fixing things around the base, completely zoned into work and forgetting to recharge? Jazz is already ‘sleepily’ going to you, whining your name and pleading with you to return to your shared habsuite.

“Rechargin’ just ain’t the same without you there, I can’t sleep without you.”

It’s comical to see your frame shake trying to stay strong cause you’re almost done, you swear! But the sad look he gives you makes you instantly cave. You do not have a strong will when it comes to Jazz, and the sly glitch knows it, he knows the power he has over you and will use it against you.

Late night reports? Hope you don’t mind him walking behind you, slowly wrapping his arms around your shoulders and nuzzling his helm into your neck cables, kissing your cheek so sweetly.

“You’ve been working so hard, sweetspark, I miss my little light.”

He misses you sooo much, it makes you feel bad thinking you’ve been neglecting not only your own health but also your beloved, and that’s the last thing you’d ever want! Jazz chuckles, smiling as you instantly stand, apologizing to him, that you love him so much you never want to make him feel like he’s not a priority to you.

Trust, he knows, but it certainly enjoys hearing it every now and then.

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Sideswipe and Sunstreaker are, as you’d call them, affectionate bullies.

These two don’t like two things happening here, thing one is you are busy working and not taking care of yourself, and thing two is that means you’re paying less attention and spending less time with them, and that is a crime.

These two have quite the approach, if they notice you haven’t had anything to eat today, well guess what? They are barging into whatever room you are in and literally dragging you away to get you to eat, all while scolding you for this scrap!

“You do this every damn cycle!”

“At this point we might as well keep you at our side all the time.”

Sunstreaker scoffs, “At least that means SOMEONE would be having some energon.”

They mean well, they worry a lot about you and it drives them crazy that you just forget to take care of yourself, when they remember all the time because they are obsessed in love with you, and you’re all they can think about.

You shower with them too, cause they always drag there on a set schdule so they can wash you and you can help wash them, though sometimes it’ll just be two of you if one of them gets sent out somewhere. However the two are big on looking good, always using the best polish they can get their servos on, which means YOU get a nice polish after every shower.

Forgetting to recharge? Prepare to have them standing at your office door, arms crossed and scowls on their faces.

“And just what are you still doing here, you should be in your berth by now.”

“OUR berth. You know you need to recharge, don’t you? C’mon, we are going.”

You can try to argue all you want, but they will be on either side of you and dragging you to bed, where you get tossed into the center of it and swiftly have one of them on either side of you and snuggling into you.

Grumbling about the scrap you make them do, before kissing you and finally resting. They can’t sleep without you but refuse to admit it, so your sleep schduled starts to impact them, though it just makes them hunt you down around base so they can finally sleep too.

[vyrroca]

i love drawing his sideprofile so much

[infinitealpacas700]

I like it when they give the robots pets

[hoiststowline]

_sunstreaker x reader

[a/n: hi! this is not nsfw/explicit, but I am going to put a warning on this one. MDNI, 18+ only! suggestive themes ahead. based off this.]

“Hey, Sunny?”

Sunstreaker’s gait slows, looking over his shoulder to find you trailing just behind him, trying to clean your hands on your already soaked shirt. you outwardly appear miserable, arguably more than he is, an impressive feat due to the current state of affairs, annoyance flooding his body language.

he nearly shudders every time he looks down over his plating, disgusted to find it coated in mud and other grime he doesn’t care to address. the rain runs rivers over his body, creating some semblance of cleanliness, but it isn’t anywhere near enough to satiate the repugnance that claims him. 

a twinge of guilt arises somewhere after the beginning of your sentence, but promptly increases at the sight of you trudging through ankle deep mud.  

“Are we almost back to the main road?” you have to elevate your voice a bit, words almost drowned out by the heavy rain. 

he had tried offering a while ago to carry you back up to the highway, unable to use his alt-mode due to the flooded terrain. the first time he asked, you had appeared tempted to take him up on his offer, but retreated, saying you were fine to make the three and a half mile walk on your own. 

Sunstreaker, never one to let something so trivial pass him by, stood firm and even insisted that he do so. you had squeaked and hastily shook your head, taking four steps backward to match his one forward. he couldn’t understand what was different this time, as you never usually had qualms when it came to him holding you, but your persistence on the subject won that round if only to get a start on the journey back. 

he had tried to request a ground bridge every half mile or so, but his commlink was either jammed or out of range. it was more for your sake than his, knowing this was far from any weather you should be ambling around in. if you get sick, it’s his fault, something he likely couldn’t handle on top of all this going to hell so fast. 

even as he tries to stifle it, a flare of irritation takes hold of him at the situation and your downhearted state. this was supposed to be fun, some much desired alone time with you, and all that's occurred is an array of misfortune that can only be described as vapid. 

“I think so,” he rumbles, pushing onward with a slightly slower stride, if only to allow you to catch up some. “Y’alright back there?”

“Good as I can be.” you call back, pushing some hair out of your eyes. with some hesitation, you quietly add: “You aren’t going to let me into your cabin like this, are you?” 

Sunstreaker stops all together, turning around with an unamused look on his face. while spoken very softly, he still picked up on your hushed words. “Of course I am. The hell kinda question is that?”

“Look at me, Sunstreaker.” you deadpan, gesturing to your state. “You hate things getting dirty. I am fucking disgusting right now.” 

slowly, your defiance begins to make sense. “Oh. Is that why you wouldn’t let me touch you?” 

he finds he is correct at the way you scoff, and look away from him, unable to meet his optics. a tell-tale sign you were lying. “No. Maybe.” 

“You’re so annoying.” 

he evidently gets the rise out of you that he was searching for, a small smirk on his face as you gasp, head titling back to meet his gaze once more. “I don’t want to hear it. We both need a shower and I need some clean clothes.”

you had originally meant it offhandedly, never anticipating he would be compliant to such a suggestion. of course, you would never turn down the proposition if extended to you, but the joke was meant to die in the air and never have more than a second thought. he was likely so exasperated by the situation, the insinuation simply flew right over his head, focused solely on making it back to the road without further problems.  

however, at the word ‘shower’, Sunstreaker perks up considerably. he hadn’t even thought of that, knowing that even if he tried to clean up when he got back to base, nothing he did would be able to get him absolutely dirt-free. you are much more meticulous, careful and observant. 

the idea consumes him, and he isn’t so sure how to articulate it. mostly on autopilot, he drops to a knee, wincing minutely as his plating makes direct contact with the saturated ground. you, sensing he was closer, turn around to find he’s looking down at you, yourself vastly confused. 

“What are you-?”

at your squirm of surprise, Sunstreaker ex-vents in indignation, digits carefully circling your form before gently lifting you into the air. in turn, you gasp, fingers fighting for grip against his slippery servos.

“Sunstreaker!” you squeak, but it’s lost to the pounding rain. 

“Quicker we get home, quicker we can do that.” he huffs, cradling you to his chassis before moving to stand at his full height. “Stop moving or I’ll drop you.”

blinking owlishly, you look up to try and find what the hell he was talking about, but come up empty as he continues onward. “Do what, exactly?”

…

with utmost focus, Sunstreaker observes the way you use the toe of one muddied sneaker to peel off the opposite shoe, shrugging your raincoat from your shoulders simultaneously. everything is conscientious, in a way he assumes is to track as little mud as possible through your house. 

standing behind you, already mass-displaced, he stiffens as you slide your jeans downward, letting them pool at your ankles gracefully. straightaway, he feels a strong sense of responsibility for the situation, and struggles to win a losing battle of not staring at you. 

“Bathroom is the second door on the right,” you nod towards the interior door, hand on the knob before turning to address him. “I’m gonna go get some towels and clean clothes.”

he nods twice, unsure of what else to say as you finally open the door, leaving him in the doorway with the same glimpse of the inside of your home he’s seen from being parked in your garage. it’s the edge of the kitchen and then some of the hallway, curiosity always found him when it came to catching the recurring sight. 

with some hesitance, he follows you inside, he still feels clunky and ungraceful, even mass displaced. still much taller than you, he stoops through the doorway and stands stupidly in your kitchen, watching you enter a room on the other side of the kitchenette. 

briefly, he casts a glance over his shoulder, noticing the second door on the right you had mentioned he was supposed to head towards. Sunstreaker had wished to follow your instructions, but is evidently so lost in thought that he doesn’t hear you return with an armful of towels and a fresh set of clothes. 

“C’mon,” you offer gently, not teasing him for his rigidity as he assumed you would. hugging your items close to your chest, you free one hand and grab ahold of one of his, beginning towards the bathroom.

Sunstreaker lets you tug him along, enamored with the way your small hand feels around his. 

a quiet Sunstreaker is a stranger, unsure as to why he suddenly was so reserved all of the sudden. he’s watching you, intently at that, patter around the cramped room and begin running the water for a warm shower. 

part of him thinks he should ask if there’s anything he can do to help, but the words die on his tongue as you begin to strip, peeling the rest of your clothes away from your somewhat shivering form. he feels like a fucking creep, undeserving to witness such a beautiful sight in front of him. 

“What?” you ask, more out of concern than vexation. a twinge of self-consciousness seizes you, still holding your damp shirt to your front as if it would conceal something. 

Sunstreaker has seen you naked before, but something about this intimate setting and his behavior was leaving you uneasy, embarrassed even. 

“I didn’t say anything.” he mumbles, struggling to suppress the itch of his cooling fans kicking on. 

cocking your head to the side, you wrinkle your nose in confusion. “Yeah, but you have that look.” 

bravery finds him somewhere in between that exchange, taking a three steps forward that invades your personal space, back up against the shower curtain and nowhere to run. unashamed, his optics rove over your body, digits furling around the shirt in your grasp and throwing it somewhere behind him. the only sound alongside the wet thud your shirt makes when it hits the floor is your uneven breathing, a tremble to your body that you don’t know is the cold or something else. 

once more, Sunstreaker picks you up, ducking somewhat to gather your upper legs in his big hands, hiking you upward so your hands have no other place to go than interlocking around his neck. 

“You’re awfully nice today.” you hum, trying to cross your ankles at his back but find that you’re unable to. “I wonder why.” 

“Shut up.” sticking his face into the crook of your neck, his lips ghost over your exposed skin in a ticklish manner. “M’always nice.”

he wouldn’t lie, the warm water felt marvelous as it erased most of the surface-level dirt that coated his plating. you had begun wiping his face and shoulders with a washcloth, the only way for the both of you to occupy the shower simultaneously was for Sunstreaker to remain holding you. 

not that either of you were complaining, his touch felt just as nice as the soapy water did. 

“This is kinda fun,” you laugh, reaching above him to grab the showerhead off the wall. he watches your every move, a miniscule smile adhered to his grumpy expression as well, but a more playful manner finds him sooner than he anticipated. 

“Your turn,” Sunstreaker hums, and in turn, you return a furrowed brow. 

not allowing you to ask, he maneuvers so now you’re held up by one of his servos, cradled to his side as his now free hand is able to placidly wedge the showerhead from your hold. you gasp, surprised once more, as the water pours over you and begins freeing the mud that had been stuck to your skin. 

it’s no longer funny when your hand skates over his chin, coaxing him to face you. he concedes, immediately, answering your wordless query with a curt nod of approval, to which you capture his lips against yours without another moment of doubt. 

the showerhead clatters to the floor, spraying water all along the wall and the shower curtain, but you can’t be bothered to care as his unoccupied hand tangles into your hair. Sunstreaker is greedy but composed, holding you close before he changes positions once more. 

“Sorry.” he murmurs, tugging back when he realizes you need to come up for air. 

pulling away to allow you some shaky breaths, you’re now pinned to the tiled wall as one large servo engulfs your cheek, a knee now wedged between your legs as if to hold you there for support. inconsistent splashes of water lap at his ankles, dirty water pooling the drain, but all Sunstreaker can focus on is how beautiful you look. 

your tiny fingers settle on either side of his face, kissing his cupid's bow about four times before returning squarely on his lips. everything about you is so soft, from your kisses to your benign touches. 

if anything satiates the growing worry about you becoming sick, Sunstreaker is delighted to find you are no longer trembling. so lost in thought, he jolts when your hand slides down to his neck, fingers dancing over the cables there. 

he was unsure if you knew how sensitive they were, but nothing was helping the situation on either end. he briefly wonders if you know the effect you have on him, able to reduce him to a muddled mess with just about anything you do. 

“A little better than a car wash?” you mumble, thumb swiping just below his optic. 

Sunstreaker steals two more kisses from you before relenting, bending down some to pick up the discarded showerhead. “A little, yeah.” 

your feet never touch the shower floor, allowing the yellow mech to clean you up to the best of his ability. his touch is cool, colder than one would assume, but gentle as he roams over your body, trying to wipe away the lingering remnants of dirt. 

it’s the least he can do, for he's the reason you got so dirty in the first place.

[that-creature-thing]

I don't think I've shared these here? I've been working (slowly) on a big batch of stickers (I hope to have a shop at some point) but I printed some on cheap sticker paper as a bit of a test run and handed some out at TF Con LA this year! I have a list of more sticker designs I'll be making. Hopefully I'll start working on this project again soon but this is who I have so far! I want to have LOTS of stickers, especially of perhaps, less popular characters.

Heck I even want to do stuff for my AUs lol would love to make a print of dragon!Prowl cuddling Jazz lol I have too many ideas/goals and not enough time!

[swivelbot]

Sunstreaker: This is Bob, don’t worry, he’s homeless.

Rodimus: Don’t you mean harmless?

Sunstreaker: No, he can kill you, I’ve just given him shelter and chocolate milk.

[madcoincidence]

When your boyfriend is on a different mission so your danger magnets of brothers have to watch your back instead.

[eztilsolar]

I locked in for Sunstreaker and couldn’t leave Sideswipe unrendered,, oh their lore upsets me but I love them so much

[crying-fantasies]

Spark play

Masterlist

Featuring G1! Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, smut/fluff/humor, CW: sensual thoughts, heavy make-out, the twins being a menace (what's new?), Sunny vowing to kill his brother (what's new??), jealousy, almost oral (giving and receiving), spark electricity, a little of bit of foot (how else are we supposed to touch them while being so little?)

Sunstreaker, upon learning the primitive concepts of human courting, among all the options available that made him gag or feel irritated, if not both, seemed to be partial to the concepts of long-term relationships and exclusivity of a couple.

Well, there is exclusivity between you, him, and Sides. His brother's preferences weren't entirely known to him, and boundaries and limits may be few between spark-split brothers. Nevertheless, the last thing Sunstreaker wants to know from his brother is what he does in the berth with a partner he doesn't like, just to feel everything at the other end of the bond at the end of the cycle.

It's the headache of having a twin, and having that very same moron forget he has a twin before banging.

It started with a little flash between the cycles of his optics, just a fleeting moment, a glimpse of the left side of your face, reading something before he is taken back to the detailing suit, Sunstreaker puts his datapad down, venting with both light irritation and amusement, knowing full well he won't get any real work done now that, as evident as possible, Sideswipe is with you, streaming overflowing fondness into the bond by just looking at you.

In any other circumstances he would've made fun of his brother, but he gets it, that tingle of warmth is familiar and welcomed to this point in life, yet again, this isn't Sideswipe's turn to be with you, and now Sunstreaker understands why you haven’t come with him to buy some cleaners and foundation, another flash passes by, gracing him with the image of you kissing his brother, heavy charge promising to fry his circuits, sending a wave of arousal burning from his spark, Sunstreaker tries to seem unaffected as he walks out the door; Mirage, Hound, and Cliffjumper look at him funny, asking to himself what in the world are the last two doing there when he looks at the fallen noble, Sunstreaker is fast to turn the other way, closing the door as he goes, totally unchanged, once the door closed his pedes tried to get him faster to his destination.

On the other hand, Sideswipe is soon to burn down some delicate circuitry by the way you press those tiny lips against his upper derma, he can not contain himself anymore as he pushes down to your neck, derma heavy against your skin, he can feel the rise of energy in your little electric system, albeit weak, he can feel all of them peak and glow anew, going from any sensor you have inside your skin, he can almost see their work, sending electric pulses to your processor, it takes a lot of concentration, to which he normally has none, still, it’s incredible sexy how much charge it gets into his system, totally worth the struggle to keep up with every shift inside your neural system.

Sideswipe chokes on a groan when you hold on to his audial receptor, bringing him back to your waiting, loving, acid-spilling lips, “Someone is eager-”, you love his boyish motor mouth but right now you need it in other places, holding him now by the crevices of his faceplate, your little footsies doing pressure over shifts in his armor, applying enough pressure to touch the protoform beneath, pushing him back first to the floor, you shriek by his actions, reminding him to be careful while holding onto his faceplate, “Oh Ho, now we play safely, who are you and what have you done to my-”

There is not much to say, or more like you don't let him finish, plopping your hips just above his chin, dragging your center just shy of his derma, “I’m the same as always”, he is practically screaming internally, he loves it, he loves this, he loves when you are all timid and he has to work for your arousal and necessity, or the moments of your sleepy gazed eyes while just waking up, full of energy but still dragging on tiredness enough to let him get full access, but he loves the moments you get horny as hell, that playful side of yours looking at him as the last mech in existence, it isn't long until his communicator pings, he puts a digit up for letting you know to wait, “Yeah-?”

“Hey, Sides”, it’s Sunny, of course, it is him, “care to say where our dear human is right now?”, Sideswipe looks at the ancient clock you keep in their living space, you were supposed to go with his brother more than fifteen minutes ago, then he looks at you, who is now looking very interested, extremely interested, to his chest plate.

His optical ridges perk up when your fingers trace over the seams in the armor, his interest overwhelming any whining when your hips get away from his intake, “Um, sweetspark is doing some owed maintenance on yours truly”, your fingers finally get into his plating, reaching the fingertips into sensitive wires, his HUD crashed there for a second, you find everything but refusal when his spark chamber opens, taking a step back before reaching out again, the feeling of your nails and fingers over the glass casing making him shiver “uhum, really nice, overdue since forever”

“Sides”, his brother calls sternly, Sunstreaker needs a moment, or better yet make it two, because he feels that tremble inside his chest compartment, closing his optics for a moment so he has a great view of your ass before you get in a comfortable position over his spark, his brother's spark, Sunstreaker finally transforms, speeding to his limit and impart some words, “of course, you can't wait for your turn, you always take mine!”

“Hey”, his vocalizer glitches with static at the feeling of your tongue over the glass protecting his spark, his helm was thrown back, digits massaging your scalp, your soft hair, his pedes dig into the soft mattress when he can't kick to get the excessive charge out, “At least I'm showing you, be a little more grateful”.

“Oh right”, Sunstreaker’s words are heavy with jealousy, still, he needs a moment to park and let the electric pulse over his network cool down a little before he gets involved in some stupid accident inside the stronghold, “how considerate of you”.

Considerate enough to at least let him see, Sideswipe is being very merciful by showing him and not doing the same his brother did the last decacycle, it was his turn, Sideswipe’s turn, one he had prepared for, anticipated every minute, he would dine and wine you as human costume, put a little bit of spice on it at the end as many movies, a perfect date. A perfect date went to waste as Sunstreaker, the show off that he is, took you at the last second to go see him at the shooting room, almost parading himself while holding the blaster like he was some model for a magazine, doing stupid poses to make his finish stand above the others, preening like a seeker.

So, this was revenge, while groaning and moaning and overwhelming their shared bond Sideswipe could feel his brother about to blow a gasket by the way he was trying to seem normal in front of bystanders.

A hiss of steam surging from his intake has him rendered relaxed, feeling the surge of charge over his interface array when your little hands reach around and in between his spark, Sunstreaker feels it, too, making it difficult to drive while having the annoying pressure of his modesty panel, but his desire overwhelmed it, he can see you, he can feel you, your fingers dragging along the wires, the connections, tugging a little too soft for his liking but it has Sideswipe moaning like he is in those cheap human reproduction movies, exaggerated and loud if it is sincere or he is just teasing Sunny, you are not the wiser, but Sideswipe would vow on his favorite assault manual gun that it came from his very spark because when you look at him like that, with the most scorching love you can offer while reorganizing his entire wiring, he can only do so much; still, it just feeds his mischievous nature, he can feel Sunstreaker desire from the other side of the bond, the intensity with which he is looking at you through his very optics, wouldn't it be funny if he just closed it?

Oh dear, it is hilarious, “we’re waiting for you so don't take long, bu-bye!”

One instant he is so hot, every venting of cool air a struggle, he could feel the phantom plush sensation of your lips over his spark, the next it is ripped away, “Sides?”, Sunstreaker needs a moment to realize what happened, one moment he is soon to come undone under your touch, feeling like the center of your universe in the way your breath fans over his spark chamber, then, he has nothing, “SIDES!”, he transforms back, wishing for his brother to hear his pedes near their habsuit.

“Is Sunny coming over?”, your sweet voice, one innocent not because you're feigning, on the contrary, you really do believe Sunstreaker willingly left his turn of the day to him, believed you were all alone with him, Sideswipe could hardly stop himself from grinning with absolute mischief, expecting to see your surprised face and Sunny’s pent up one.

His smirk can barely be covered when the door opens with a kick.

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I love how unhinged and destructive but also affectionate this pair of twins can be, a dream come true.

@tf-kinktober2024