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Repaying The Favor

G1 Rumble/ Mechanic Reader - 4600+ words NSFW, Valveplug, Miscommunication, First Time, Oral Sex, AFAB Reader - They/Them Pronouns for reader

The sequel to "Oh! That's What That Does?!" is finally here! Same reader, same Rumble, same trying to figure each other out, only this time they get to slam down crazy-style about it. When will Frenzy get his turn in the spotlight? Eventually, I think! Maybe once I've finished a few other pet projects.

NSFW WRITING BELOW THE CUT!

It had been exactly fifteen days since you had last heard from Rumble.

Not that you’d been counting.

Sure, the cassettes probably had more important things to do than lounge around your workshop waiting for your attention, but that's exactly why it was so odd. They always had better things to do, things that they were pointedly avoiding doing by barging in on your work and taking up what little free space the shop had remaining. But since your little tryst with Rumble, you hadn't seen armor nor optic of any of the usual cassette bot suspects.

Maybe you'd broken some sort of ancient, space robot taboo that you'd never heard of. Or maybe Rumble was just embarrassed that he jizzed all over your jumpsuit. Either way, it wasn't like you had any way of getting ahold of them besides them dropping in, so there wasn't much to be done about the situation but wait.

You were leaving the corner store when you heard it, the cacophonous boom of a jet flying far too close to the tips of the skyscrapers overhead. The sound sent you reeling, bags crumpling to the sidewalk as you hurried to cover your ears. Down the street you could make out the screech of metal smacking against metal, see the flailing limbs of two massive robots staggering clumsily through the street as they traded blows with each other. Neither of them were one you recognized, the red Autobot with the oversized chest window wrestling one of the identical jet Decepticons into a clumsy headlock. As they stumbled about one of them trampled on a car parked along the curb, and you winced as the metal shrieked and crumpled under his massive foot.

Yeah, time to get out of here. You gathered up your bags and ducked into the alley between the buildings, slipping past trash bags and old graffiti, trying not to tread in any unidentifiable puddles. Off in the distance you could hear an emergency siren start to wail, hopefully signaling that whatever the space robots were quarreling over this time would be settled sooner rather than later. All you really wanted was to get back home without any further interruptions.

But as you emerged from the back alley entrance and found yourself hoisted into the air by two massive metal hands around your waist, you'd decided to kiss that chance goodbye. Your bags clattered to the ground once more, bread and fruit and canned goods spilling out around a familiar pair of pedes. When you glanced up to his faceplate, the glow of his visor was nearly enough to blind you.

“Rumble?!”

His visor dimmed enough that you could see his intake, which had just before been pulled into a maniacal grin, drop open in visible shock. Then, as quick as it came, it was gone, replaced instead with a tight, furrowed frown.

“What’re you doin’ out here?” He barked.

“Buying food. Or trying to, at least.” You glanced over his shoulder just in time to see Ravage pounce on that yellow Autobot with the horns that was always showing up in the news. “You guys having a little play date or something?”

He scoffed out a laugh, quickly stifling it with a clearing of his vents. “Whatsit matter to ya? Didn't think you cared dat much about lil’ old me.”

“Rumble, what…?” Was he seriously pouting? Or maybe trying to guilt trip you? For what, making him cum? “What are you even talking about? I haven't seen you in like, two weeks.”

“Aww, real funny! You know what I mean! I let you poke around in my chassis and run up my charge, an’ after that it's radio silence? Whaddya humans call it… ghosting? Make a mech feel like second-rate shareware, why don't ya?”

You blinked at him once, twice, mind spinning as you tried to process his words.

“Are you- are you mad I didn't call you?”

His optic lights beamed as he bristled, armor flaring with a hiss before clamping tight back to his frame. “I told you to comm me!”

“Rumble, I don't have your number! I couldn't call you even if I wanted to!”

His grip went slightly slack as he stared at you, leaving you dangling from your armpits like a cat.

“I… I hailed you my frequency. In da EM field.”

“Humans don't have… whatever that is. Do you have a phone number?”

He stared at you again, much longer this time as the discordant crashing of giant metal men continued in the background. Then, with a sudden jolt, you were slipping free of his fingers as he dropped you unceremoniously to the pavement. It wasn't a far fall, just enough to make your feet tingle upon landing. When you looked up you saw he had both servos covering his faceplate, a string of muffled curses eking out between the digits.

Your mind was reeling. He actually wanted you to call him? To… repay the favor? Heat pooled in the pit if your stomach as your mind conjured up wicked memories of his stifled gasps and whimpers, how he’d squirmed beneath you as you prodded around his spark chamber. How behind all the billowing and smashing and Brooklyn-accented bravado, when you got down to the core of him, he was actually kind of… cute.

“You- just- I don’t- Get outta here! Go on, scram! Before you get stomped on or somethin’!” His face plate was flushed and glowing as he shooed at you. You would go, that was certain, you really didn't want to get stepped on after all. But first you were going to say something potentially risky, deeply embarrassing, and undoubtedly very, very stupid.

“Come over.”

His optics shuttered, flickering for a moment as he stared down at you, frozen.

“What?”

“Not right now. Tonight. When you guys are done getting wailed on? Come over.”

He opened his intake, then closed it. When he opened it a second time you caught a wisp of steam slipping through the gap in his dentae. He swallowed, hard. He never stopped staring at you.

“...Y-Yeah. Yeah. Awright. I'll be there.”

“Cool. Watch out for the yellow guy.”

“Huh-HGGRRK!?!” You stumbled back a few steps just in time for the Autobot to chuck Ravage directly into Rumble’s helm, sending him crashing into the brick wall beside you.

“Sorry! Are you alright?” The little Autobot called. “You should probably get out of here!”

He didn't have to tell you twice.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The news was just wrapping up their coverage on the ‘latest Decepticon assault’ when you heard a rap on your warehouse’s roll-up door. There wasn't much to see peering out the window, the street only haphazardly illuminated by old street lights. Not that you really needed to look, there was only one guest you were expecting at this time of night anyway.

You'd stopped at home first, mainly to take a shower and put on something that wasn’t a pair of mechanic’s overalls. But for some reason the nerves hadn't hit you until right now. You clamped down on the prickle of… anxiety? Excitement? Somewhere between the two? As you pulled the strap at the base of the roll-up, the groan of shifting metal slowly gave way to reveal…

“Are you wearing a bowtie?”

“Not bad, eh? Don't say I never cleaned up or nothin’. Here.” As Rumble stepped from the dark street into the light of the warehouse he pulled something from his subspace: a large, green bottle that he offered to you pinched between two fingers. A bottle of wine. Judging by the label, an expensive bottle of wine.

“Where did you get this?” You turned the bottle over twice in your grip, scanning the details on the back. French Merlot, aged… fifteen years? Holy shit.

“Dat fancy Italian place on the corner of Fourth and Vine! What, ya don't like it?”

“I didn't say that!” Rumble positively beamed as you clutched the bottle. “I just didn't expect it, is all. Are you… wining and dining me right now?”

“Is dat a good thing or a bad thing? Your human movies said you’re ‘sposed to bring a little somethin’ somethin’ before, y’know,” There was a sly, lopsided charm to his grin as he pulled the roll-up back down with his pede, clanking shut behind him, “Before you let me run your charge for a change.”

“You know, you don't have to try so hard to im…press… me.” You trailed off, staring down at the bottle in your hands, then back up to him, then back at the bottle, then him again. When you made eye contact with him the slyness seemed to falter a bit, leaving behind something softer in his smile. Something a little more vulnerable.

How did it take this long for it to click for you? He was wearing a bowtie, for Christ’s sake.

“Oh my God you're trying to impress me.”

“Eh?” A fidgeting servo tugged at his bowtie- which appeared to be made of… an old seatbelt? “Nah, you're crazy! Dis is jus’ what humans are ‘sposed to do!”

“Oh my God you are!”

“H-Hey, what'd I say about you and gettin’ big ideas?” He tried to deter you, but your mind was already racing a mile a minute.

“Do you actually like me? Like, want to date me? Do alien robots even date, cause I didn't know th- MMPH!”

With a massive metal palm pressed to your chest, Rumble pushed you back into your adjustable work table, still sitting at a mostly upright angle from the last time you'd repaired him. The table against your back was cold, a sharp contrast to the radiating heat from his servo as he pinned you in place with his hand. His face was inches from yours as he leaned over you, visor now gleaming with frustration and embarrassment.

“You can't get enough of dis, huh? Like pushin’ my buttons so much?” His servo pinned you down just a touch harder, forcing the air from your lungs in a breathy wheeze. “‘Oh, it's so fun to get Rumble all flustered! Lemme mess wit’ his head a lil more!’ Well maybe it’s Ol’ Rumble’s turn to do da messin’ around, huh? See how you like it when someone’s toyin’ with your sensitive bits.”

He bared his dentae as he spoke, another hiss of steam curling around your cheeks. It made your hair stand on end. A hot thrill ran through you, and you fought the urge to let your knees knock together, confident that Rumble would be able to keep you in place with brute strength alone. You could feel his thumb smoothing back and forth across your shirt, and as he glanced down at his servo the glare of his visor lessened slightly.

“...Why’s your fuel pump goin’ all crazy? You scared or somethin’?”

You swallowed a mouthful of saliva, willing your foggy mind to function. “Not… Not scared, exactly.”

There were a few seconds of tense silence, before the wickedest, prideful grin crept back up across his faceplate.

“Oh? Is dat so?” His other servo rose to grip the top edge of the table, fingers molding to fit the dent he’d left there previously as he loomed over you. “Well maybe we oughta do somethin’ about tha- SCRAP!”

His flirtations were cut short by the sharp SNAP of the stabilizing lock on your workbench failing under Rumble’s weight and flipping 180 degrees over. The world pitched and spun as you tumbled backwards, yelping as the table flipped and deposited you upside-down on the floor, legs sticking akimbo in the air. From between your dangling feet you could see Rumble peering over you with his sly expression wiped off his visor by one of concern.

“Slag! I didn't crush your little pedes when you flipped, did I? Cause I don't no nothin’ about fixin’ up injured squishies.”

Miraculously, you had managed to make it through that ass-over-elbow fall without hitting your head on anything, or Rumble accidentally pinning your legs in place between his bulk and the table frame. “I’m alright! Just didn't expect it, I’m okay.”

“Dat’s good. Here lemme jus’-” You felt a servo close around each of your ankles. With an effortless tug Rumble dragged you back up, tabletop tipping with you as it clunked back into its standard, flat position. Of course, this now left you with your ass and legs dangling off the edge of the workbench, Rumble standing between them with a servo resting on each knee. “Better?”

You sucked in a breath, trying desperately not to look overeager. “Better.”

“Ah, slaggit all…” But instead of putting his servos back on you (where you most certainly wanted them) Rumble began to scratch at the back of his neck, failing to meet your gaze. “Guess I ain't really cut out for all this… whaddaya call it? ‘Winin’ and dinin’?’ Can't even get my servos on ya without fraggin’ it up.”

“Hey, I’m definitely not complaining.” You attempted a jokey tone, but it didn't seem to do much to dampen Rumble’s current self-deprecation. You let the playful edge fall away as you dropped into something a bit softer. “I mean it though. You don't have to try to impress me. I mean it's appreciated! But, y’know, I wouldn't have agreed to this if I wasn't already happy with the bot I was getting into it with.”

“Heh. Even if I end up crushin’ you a bit?”

“That's a risk I'm willing to take.”

He barked out another laugh, accompanied by a coil of thin steam hissing through his gap-dentae. “Well I guess I better make it worth da risk, shouldn't I?”

He snuck a servo under each of your knees, pushing them apart as he rocked his modesty panel against your clothed core. You stifled a gasp, the ridge of sturdy metal almost hot against you, even through layers of cotton and denim. The slow roll of his hips made your own stutter up off of the table, desperate for further friction.

“Cute. You like grindin’ on my panel? Should I make you bust jus’ like this?”

Despite the warm curl of arousal pooling in your stomach from the feeling, you knew this wouldn't be enough to get you off. Rumble seemed to know it too, letting out a low, pleased chuckle at your desperate expression.

“Jus’ yankin’ yer crankcase, sweetspark. I got somethin’ a lot more fun in mind for tonight anyway. Dat is, if you'll start gettin’ dese off.” He hooked a digit through your belt loop and gave them an experimental tug.

“Mmh, what, you don’t want to take them off yourself?”

“Oh, I’ll gladly take ‘em off ya. Just figured you’d take care of dis part here…” His thick digits slid inward, ghosting over the button of your jeans. “So I don't gotta rip ‘em off ya instead.”

You weighed your options. On one hand, the image of Rumble tearing denim apart with his bare servos as if it was no more than wet tissue paper was far more appealing to you than you would have originally expected. On the other hand… well, they were new jeans.

“I got it.” You mumbled, quietly filing the image away in your brain for later use as you undid your button and zipper. “Careful with th- Oh!”

With a sharp yank, Rumble tugged your jeans and underwear off your legs and let them crumple onto the floor. Shoving himself into the space between your knees, you could only barely make out the top of his helm over the slope of your stomach as he knelt before you, spreading your folds with two digits and… staring.

You waited for a response, a quip, the slow drag of metal over your slick hole, but were instead greeted with silence. Something prickled in the pit of your stomach as you fought the urge to squirm. In the back of your mind you vaguely remembered that you hadn't really gotten to see what Rumble was packing, and only now were you grappling with the truth that you were trying to have sex with a truly alien being. Would your bodies even be compatible? Was he weirded out right now? You tried to pull your knees together, only to be stopped by a rough servo shoving them back open.

“...It's rude to stare.” You muttered.

“EY! I ain't starin’! I'm, uh, admirin’. Dat’s it.” There was a similar tightness to Rumble’s voice. You shuddered as a thumb stroked the crease of your thigh. “Soft… An’ it's supposed to be dat pink?”

“Y-Yeah… that's, mmh, normal.” You shuddered at a wave of steam curling over your sensitive heat as he spread you again, visor locked on your twitching entrance.

“Primus. And you're really gonna let me spike ya in this tiny little hole?” You could feel his thumb just brushing the rim and stifled a groan at the sudden, aching emptiness, the demand to be filled. “I don't wanna tear you in half or nothin’.”

“It’ll fit.” You whined, core tensing around nothing. “We’re, unh, we’re pretty flexible. C’mon, Rumble…” You forced your knees further apart, pushing your hips up into each of Rumble's far-too-light touches. His motor snarled in response, a massive hand gripping the inside of each of your thighs.

“Slag. You're really achin’ for it, aren’tcha?” His voice was lower than you'd ever heard it before, deep and resonant and primal. “But I ain't gonna give it to ya dat easy, doll. Gotta make sure you can take it first.”

He raised his helm for just a moment, just enough for you to get a peek of his beaming visor and his wicked, gap-toothed grin between your legs. Then he descended, lathing his thick, hot glossa up the length of your cunt. You choked on a gasp, his servos the only thing keeping your hips from rabbiting up off the table. It was hot, his glossa thick and sturdy and drooling with oral lubricant, a thin layer of silicon over sturdier metal mesh dragging up through your folds.

“Easy, sweetspark…” You weren't the only one enjoying themselves. Rumble's low, rattling groan pulsed through your cunt. You swore you could just barely make out him groaning your name but it was lost, muffled as he pressed his faceplate further between your legs and his servos shivered where they gripped your thighs. He was messy and all too eager, arousal and oral lubricant spilling down his chin as his glossa stroked you; slow, deliberate drags up your folds until you were left dripping. At the apex he found your clit and took it between his dermas, a teasing hum rattling throughout his engine that had you gasping, thighs clenching around his thick helm. Your legs jerked as warmth bloomed outward from your core, hips writhing against the onslaught of pleasure. Dragging across his back your heel caught in a rounded divot, pulling a raggedy vent through Rumble’s dentae as his frame twitched.

“”Mmpfh!~ E-Ey, watch da spindle. It’s sensitive in dere…” He groaned, face still pressed into your cunt, servos only dragging your ass further off the table in his efforts to get somehow even closer to you. But instead you dug your heel in harder, pressing into the ridged divot and twisting your leg. The internal ring jerked with a sudden CLICK CLICK CLICK, each pop of noise making Rumble’s frame spasm like he'd just been electrocuted. “FRAG! Primus, that’s- ghh!~”

“Feel good?” You teased, breathless. His optics beamed back up at you, an oscillating, glistening red as you caught another peek of his gap-toothed grin from between your legs.

“So dat’s how you wanna play dis? Don't say I didn't warn ya, doll.”

You barely had a chance to respond before the noise was punched out of your lungs in a sharp whine as Rumble shoved a thick, metal digit into your drooling cunt. Achingly hard, unrelenting, he flexed it against your rippling walls as his dermas nestled themselves snugly around your clit. The hum reverberating through his frame coursed through your body like a wave, hands scrabbling desperately at his helm as the twinge of pain at the sudden intrusion melted into thick, syrupy pleasure.

“A-ah, fuck! Rumble, Rumble that's good, that's fucking good.~” Metal clanged as you lolled your head back against the table top, no longer able to keep it upright. Each drag of his digit, textured and ridged and unrelenting, sparked euphoria behind your eyelids. You felt every muscle in your body starting to prickle with pleasure, radiating outwards from your cunt and pooling in your head, your stomach, the tips of your toes…

You all but whined when he drew his digit away, dermas releasing your swollen clit with a slick pop. “C’mon! Rumble!”

“You want it dat bad, huh?” A shadow cast over your rumpled form as Rumble rose to his full height. From between your legs you could catch a glimpse of silver and blue panels fluttering and folding away, one of Rumble’s servos hiking the underside of your knee and the other stroking the gap between his thigh and pelvic armor as his spike rose to full attention. Christ, he was huge, the thick metal rod draped across your lower stomach as he rocked experimentally against you. Each thrust had the tip drooling a translucent, pinkish fluid you remembered scrubbing from the back of your jumpsuit, hot and vaguely smelling of well-oiled machinery and pooling across your bare stomach.

Rumble, for his part, seemed to be as entranced as you felt, visor vibrant and flickering as he stared down at the place his frame rubbed against your soft, supple body. A harsh ex-vent punctuated each roll of his hips, steam coiling around the corners of his slack, open intake as he pulled back, letting the tip of his spike slide wetly through your folds.

“Dat’s it, doll… You're gonna get exactly what you want. Gonna get you bouncin’ on dis spike, jus’ beggin’ for it…” His tone was low, entranced, just barely tinged with desperation. He dragged his tip through your folds again, and again, covering your cunt with his thick transfluid, making your breath hitch whenever he slid over your clit just right. You angled your hips up, guiding it right over your entrance, toes curling at the promise of pressure.

But before you could utter his name again, or any other placation or demand, you felt the heavy press, the slow, aching slide as he entered you. It teetered just on the edge of pain, muscles twinging at your inner thighs as you forced your legs wider to accommodate his bulky armor. And his spike offered just as little give, covered with a thin layer of silicon like his glossa but still distinctly sturdy, inflexible metal. Your walls rippled helplessly around the intrusion, stretched to a delicious degree as he bullied his way inside you.

About halfway to being fully sheathed in your heat he paused, visor hazy and unfocused, intake still hanging open as he vented steam. A servo was resting on each of your hips, but while one stayed in place the other slid up, up, bunching your shirt around his digits and shoving it up above your chest. There his servo paused on your side, his massive thumb stroking back and forth over your nipple, quickly pebbling under the cool metal.

“Primus.” He breathed, distinctly softer than you ever remember hearing him before (and oh, if that didn't do just as much for your arousal as everything else). Finally, his hips began to move again, that intoxicating ache only beginning to border on near-unbearable when you could feel your ass and the backs of your thighs smushed against his pelvic armor. For another moment he paused, one servo cradling your hip and the other your chest.

Then he drew back, and thrust home.

The first thrust forced the air out of you in a desperate, sharp wheeze. This didn’t slow him, not in the slightest, digits sinking into the plush meat of your hip as he jackhammered into you. Each thrust had the entire table rattling, the sharp clang of metal against metal where his thighs hit the dented table’s edge. His quiet reverence had given way to an onslaught of erotic babble, visor locked on your face as it twisted and furrowed in pleasure.

“Takin’ it so fraggin well… You’re just made for takin’ my spike, aren’tcha?” He scooped his servo under your hip and lifted you further up, all but folding you in half as he loomed over you. His dermas brushed the curve of your jaw, just below your ear, and you could feel the heat of his ex-vent making your skin tingle. “You’ve jus’ been waitin’ for me to frag you stupid, plug up that achin’ valve til you can’t think of nothin’ else.”

“Mmmh…~ It’s so big.” You slurred, thighs slick with sweat and slipping on his plating as you struggled to lock your ankles in the small of his back. His frame shivered like an electric current ran through it, clutching you somehow even closer to his massive chassis.

“Nghh…~ Yeah? You love dis fat spike, don’tcha? Say it.”

“I love it!~”

“You want me to spill my load in this tight little valve, don’tcha?”

“Please!”

“Aghh, slag! Y-You’re gonna get it, sweetspark. You’re gonna take it all, j-just-mmfh!~” His vents were ragged and desperate, thrusts stuttering as he neared his release. You squealed as his thumb found your clit, rubbing the swollen bud in rough, tight circles. Euphoria was buzzing throughout your body, the ache of your lower back buried beneath the onslaught of pleasure and heat coiling in the pit of your stomach and blooming out through your limbs, legs shaking, hands trembling.

Sparks exploded behind your eyelids as your orgasm washed over you, hips jerking weakly against Rumble’s. There was no give to his spike at all, thick and steady and unyielding as your pussy squeezed and pulsed around it. You felt a flood of something molten spill into your core, filling you nearly to the point of aching as it spilled out around the tight ring of your hole around his base. Rumble’s frame stuttered, jittering, a harsh crackle of static and mechanical chatter pouring from his drooling intake where it was still buried in the crook of your neck. Finally, finally, his frame grew still. The only noise between the two of you were your shared, harsh breaths and the low churn of the occasional car driving past outside.

“Mmmmnnghh…” Rumble groaned, shifting his hips to pull his shrinking spike from your core as he rose unsteadily back to an upright position. You could feel transfluid dribbling from your hole as he tucked himself back away- thick, translucent globs spilling down the insides of your thighs and hitting the floor with a splatter. His engine gave a little, stuttering snarl despite himself as he dragged his digit tips through the shimmering line along one of your inner thighs. “I oughta take a picture of dis…”

“Don’t you dare.” You kicked weakly at his servo, legs now tingling with static as blood rushed back to them. He barked out a sharp laugh, effortlessly batting your foot aside. His servo rested atop your lower stomach and gave a teasing press, and you shivered as more globs of thick transfluid drooled from your cunt. “Jerk.”

“Eyy, you love it!”

“Unfortunately.” There was no real bite to your tone, you could tell by the way Rumble grinned. “Think you can give me a hand getting over to the bathroom before my knees give out?”

“Depends. Does dat count as you owin’ me a favor?”

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prowlspaparazzi · 1 month ago

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First time with an autobot

Cliffjumper. Valveplug. Minors dni. Fem reader. No foreplay we goin' in.

The feel of velvet flesh squeezing Cliffjumper’s spike had him shuddering slightly. Letting out a guttural groan as he manages to slide some of himself in. Human valve was incredibly tight– yet so soft and warm. He knew he’d have to go slow the entire time. He didn’t mind that. If he went any faster he’d have overloaded by now.

“Primus… that’s so tight…” He murmurs to himself. He shifts his hips forward slightly, keeping his thrusts short and soft. Beneath him was the human woman. The woman that he had become rather personable with.

She was nice. And very curious of Cybertronians and their planet. So much so she had asked Cliffjumper to share this intimate moment with her. It was funny. It wasn’t like he had thought about it. Then again, he didn’t not think about it either. He hadn’t realized until the question left her lips, a sheepish look on her face that their friendship was heading that way.

Frankly, he felt honored to be chosen. This human had built a rapport with a number of autobots. And he wasn’t the only shortstack of the team after all. A few times being mistaken for Bumblebee, but that's because he was just more popular. That stuff didn't matter to Cliffjumper, not with the war going on. But it did stroke his ego a tiny bit to be asked of this. Besides, the autobots were deserted on this pale blue dot indefinitely. No sign of deceptions anywhere in this star’s system either. So, in the meantime, Cliffjumper would indulge in this. Just a bit. Agreeing to do so in the privacy of her somewhat rural home.

He could feel his spike rubbing up against the walls of his human friend. The red bot shudders, doing his best to keep composure and control himself. In the past, due to his smaller size, he had often been the one being spiked. Again, he didn't mind it. But It was rare for him to be given the lead. Being given the chance to show what he can do. How cybertronians do it. He was determined to not give a bad performance. He would not waste this opportunity to make her feel amazing.

She whimpers while her legs wrap around his hips as best as she could manage. The size difference between the two was the best part of all this, but it did come with some pitfalls. To mitigate this, Cliffjumper grabs her ankles. Being careful to use a gentle grip and spread her legs further, raising them slightly. Slowly, his spike buried deeper. At just the right point too he guessed. She arched her back and shivered.

His spike had ridges of plating that caressed the sensitive entrance of her body as he had made that slow, deeper push. Her body stretched slightly to take Cliffjumper in. The delicious feeling of being stretched further than any average human with a dick could. It gave her a mix of both external and internal pleasure. These sensations had her squirm, her hands grasping at the blanket underneath and her shoulders tensing. A hiss of an inhale between her teeth.

“You okay?” The red bot asked in a low murmur close to her face. His frame hunching over slightly to watch her closely during this moment.

She nods hastily, a slight pleased grin forming on her face, “Yeah… Yeah that was so good. Do it again, Cliffjumper.” She adds his name to the end to encourage him.

He acknowledges her request with a nod. Slowly, he pulls his hips back and pushes in again to the same depth just as before. Doing so results in a pleased hum coming from her beneath him. A grunt leaving his voicebox as well. Eventually, he finds a slow and steady rhythm to use. Careful, and considerate.

Her hand comes up to caress along the intricate seams along his frame. Her fingers sliding up until she reaches his faceplate. It was surprisingly tender. His optics meet her eyes.

“I won’t break y’know… You can go a bit faster.” She utters to the autobot.

Cliffjumper’s jaw tightens slightly, “If you say so…” He says in a low rumble and a nod. Holding himself up with his forearms at both sides of her. He takes in an vent and increases his tempo just enough to not overwhelm her or himself. It was a tricky rhythm to find. Her breathing got louder with each press and her eyes began to shut. The red bot smirks a bit to himself slightly.

Not finishing cuz i ran out of ideas. But I felt like Cliffjumper needed a lil love.

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4. Every three months I will do an inbox clear out. And will save what I'm working on into my drafts.

5. I write as a hobby to keep myself busy.

it's been a long while since i've written on tumblr. I lost my last account, but I'm hoping to get back into writing fics or oneshots again. Mainly going to be Writing Transformers.

What I write for:

Transformers - Bumblebee

Transformers- ROTB

Transformers Prime

Transformers Gen 1

Transformers Mtmte, IDW

Transformers Skybound

Transformers Earthspark

Transformers One

Character list and links below ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

Requests & ask Rules:

I don't tend to close my request unless I get over 30+ of them.

- 1 character per request if you want a longish one shot fic.

- you can make requests for multiples with scenarios but but I tend to keep them short with a few headcannons added in.

- Specify if you want a continuation of a previous fic.

- I will do both human and Cybertronian and occasionally Experimental monster readers.

-if requesting Cybertronian for smut, they have both a valve and spike as I write all Cybertronians with both parts, all cybertronian characters I write have both parts. (I will accept request with the fem bots, I just don't write Fem readers)

- your more than welcome to ask for NSFW, SFW, Angst, fluff and all sorts. I'm pretty chill. All Smut and NSFW content is marked with #valveplug

I write: gender neutral, or Male characters, (I'm not good nor do I like writing fem character, I'm a guy, if I do get fem readers I'm going to write them as gender neutral)

I will do:

- Scenarios

- Yandere and possessive.

- family content

-disabilities (to the best of my knowledge)

- Fluff/Angst

- fearplay, mouthplay

-Vore: soft vore/ light vore (may experiment, but very light)

- NSFW, kink:

and Dub-con/ consensual Non-con

size kink

skin fetish

hair pulling

Scent/ smell/ pheromones

Sex pollen/perfume.

silk and ribbon play

cum inflation

breeding

pet play

Predator/prey

(On occasions will write Alpha/Omega/Beta, I write it rather differently to the classic AOB. But I will only write it on very rare occasions)

vore

fluid play and consumption (paint, energon, oil, cum, spit, lubricant,)

spiking warming

Heart and spark syncing

new spike and Valve modifications to test on their human lover

(Just ask pretty much)

-Pregnancy

- death request are alright just keep it civil I won't go into details on the deaths.

- The AUs:

First Contact PotatooftheLand

Tasty AU of @callsign-relic

Energy fluid AU - (my silly energy drink transfluid ones)

Human effects series - (either characters for the main storyline or smut request spin off's just be specified)

Sparkeater AU

Human pet

Merformers

Wings of Primus AU

Domestic Cybertron AU

I will NOT do:

-Incest

-Pedophilia

- Self harm

-Minors (exceptions if they are children of the Bots and reader but only exception)

- Don't get angry if I'm not willing to write fem characters, I'm a guy, and I tend to stick with trans content, M/M, or gender neutral, but I'm leanent but respect my boundaries.

Slightly iffy:

- death of parents (I recently lost my mother in an accident so please be aware I that things one's sometimes I won't do due to my own feelings on these fics, while other time I may because it gives me comfort)

I enjoy making silly little one shots or even just sweet little things. I will eventually do up a master list for links once I make more stuff. (Pretty much anything you can think of up that alley I'm more than happy to do)

If you want a request of one who's not on the list, please submit it. These are just all the ones I can remember off the top of my head, people enjoy.

Ps I love writing silly little things too outside of the fics and even enjoy making art to go along with them when I feel up to drawing.

So nothing is too silly ask away over all the strange little things you want to know.

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All my art so far:

Tiny art dump

Art dump 2

My little spot for art

Food feed to me

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Works series

Marine Centre- Merformers Au

Human effects list

Transfluid headcannon

human and Cybertronian biology works

Rut cycle Masterlist

Kinktober 2024

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Character list and links:

Arcee

Beachcomber

Blaster

Brainstorm

Breakdown

Bumblebee

Bulkhead

Cyclonus

Drift

First aid

Ironhide

Jazz

Knockout

Megatron

Mirage

Optimus Prime

Perceptor

Pharma

Prowl

Ratchet

Rodimus

Rung

Starscream

Skyfire

Skywarp

Skids

Swerve

Soundwave

Shockwave

Swindle

Tailgate

Tarn

Tarantulas

Thundercracker

Ultra Magnus

Whirl

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obscure-imaginations · 6 months ago

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Soundwave x Blitzwing - Valveplug

Mpreg with eggs. Blitzwing lays Soundwave's eggs and has fun doing so. TFA Blitzwing, TFP Soundwave. Reflected on AO3.

REBLOGS >>> LIKES

Warnings: Pregnancy, mpreg, oviposition/laying eggs, tentacles, multiple sets of genitals, multiple orgasms.

Thankfully Soundwave had already prepared everything, because if Blitzwing was alone right now, he’d panic and lay his eggs under someone’s bed, like a cat birthing kittens in an unsuspecting owner’s closet.

The pregnancy (or ‘eggnancy’, as Knockout had snickered about) started out easy enough. Blitzwing was a good boy and took a whole 13 eggs from Soundwave’s tentacles. By the first month he had decided to forgo his abdominal plating, showing off the goods. He had been chastised at first but as his belly grew, he received more gaping stares than scoldings. Even Soundwave was prone to losing himself while working when Blitzwing sauntered by.

Halfway through, Blitzwing demanded sex almost constantly. Soundwave could hardly keep up. Eventually he’d grab Blitzwing with his tentacles and fuck his leaky valve while working- not that he was getting much done with such a spectacle next to him, but still, it’s the thought that counts.

Near the end, Blitzwing was like a whiny cat. He was bed bound at that point due to the eggs (or Knockout just liked seeing his new favorite patient be helpless), so he relied heavily on Soundwave. Icy whimpered for physical affection, Hothead snarled and demanded his craved food, while Random made noise just for the sake of getting his partner’s attention.

Soundwave wasn't bothered. He enjoyed seeing his lover like this, his protomesh swollen and spilling out. The rest of Blitzwing’s body had proportioned itself as well- he abandoned his chassis piece as soon as he started staying in bed, letting his new swollen breasts hang out. Sometimes Soundwave came home to find Blitzwing leaking bright cyan energon-rich milk everywhere, his valve and spike soon following suit with cobalt lubricating oils.

They spent many nights curled up together on their shared berth, Soundwave massaging Blitzwing’s fat in any way possible. Most times, Soundwave’s tentacles suckled Blitzwing’s breasts, his servos rubbed Blitzwing’s tummy, and his large spike plugged Blitzwing’s valve. Blitzwing was simply in pure paradise.

Now, when his water broke and his genital plating was leaking fluid, Soundwave gently carried the triplechanger to the prepared birthing nest. He grabbed each limb with a tentacle to position the eggbound mech properly. Soundwave made a reassuring chitter when Blitzwing whimpered, then slowly opened up his plating to see his heavy, leaking valve.

To their surprise, the first egg was already almost there. With a simple push, it plopped out onto the soft bedding.

Random’s face chattered excitedly. “Look! That one would be good hard-boiled.”

Soundwave made a disapproving noise and a tentacle lightly smacked the back of his helm.

Icy spoke next. “Ah… good thing they're not fertilized…” He grunted and pushed the second egg out, a spurt of fluid soaking his thighs.

Soundwave was unusually “talkative”, making all sorts of noises to encourage Blitzwing. Even the stupidest of mechs could see that he was, indeed, actually worried- Blitzwing was in bliss now but there were many things that could go wrong…

The third egg got stuck, resisting several attempts at pushing. Hothead snarled in irritation. “Stupid mech! This is all your fault!” He snapped.

Soundwave wasn't bothered, knowing this was a natural reaction- apparently it was a stereotype for pregnant humans to blame their partners for the pain. But the egg soon popped out thanks to Hothead’s passion and Blitzwing resumed whimpering in pleasure.

The next egg caused Blitzwing to moan wantonly. He couldn't take it anymore- he popped out his halfway inflated spike and began to rapidly stroke himself. He ignored Soundwave’s annoyed huff, fondling one of his own breasts while stroking.

“It feels so good!” he whimpered, his right optic fluttering shut before the faces changed again to Random. “Ooh! I want to lay eggs in you, next, Wavy! We can sound your spike and eggs will fill up those beautiful balls of yours and-”

Soundwave silenced him with a tentacle in his mouth he could suck on. Blitzwing took it happily, still rapidly jerking himself off.

Soundwave leaned forward helped ease out the next few eggs before he bolted back, sitting on his haunches. Blitzwing had unexpectedly overloaded on his faceplate. Random was giggling at him before Icy switched back in.

“Sorry, mein liebe. I believe that will be the first of many, ah, cumshots, as the humans say.” His motions continued, his spike leaking even more dark blue lubricating fluid.

Finally, after a few more of Blitzwing’s overloads and eggs, it was the final stretch. The eleventh egg was crowning when Blitzwing decided to stop pushing and massage his puffy purple valve.

Soundwave rang in annoyance, attempting to swat Blitzwing’s servo away, but Hothead growled at him.

“Hold on. I want to enjoy this!” He grit his teeth and groaned, his hips sputtering. He suddenly squirted everywhere, soaking the already-dampened fabric that lay around them. He let out a high-pitched moan, surprising for the face being displayed. Pure pleasure was resounding throughout his body, through his abdomen and causing his spark to sputter in excitement.

Soundwave took pity on the triplechanger and rubbed his servo digits on Blitzwing’s node. Another spurt of squirt came out when the next egg made it out and plopped onto the wet pile.

It felt like sparks flew through Blitzwing’s body, lighting every nerve on fire. His optics widened and he shouted as the final, thirteenth egg popped out, another overload taking him. He must have had at least half a dozen orgasms by now, Soundwave already calculating how much energon he’d need to retrieve after the affair.

Blitzwing slumped into Soundwave’s arms and tentacles. Soundwave chittered and purred for him. He massaged Blitzwing’s abdomen with a tentacle.

“Aren’t you horny?” Blitzwing mumbled. “I figured you’d be touching yourself, too.”

Soundwave paused. He looked down at himself and realized that his own genital plating had been leaking electric blue lubricant the entire time.

#// nsft #transformers #transformers nsft #valveplug #blitzwing #tfa blitzwing #soundwave #tfp soundwave #soundwave x blitzwing #soundwing #chubformers #ovi kink #mpreg story #mpreg birth #tentacles #egg preg

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evalynnmesserli · 1 year ago

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Chapters: 1/??

Fandoms: Transformers, Transformers Generation One

Rating: Mature/18+

Relationship: Bumblebee/Starscream

Characters: Bumblebee, Starscream, Megatron, Optimus Prime, Skywarp, Thundercracker, Elita One, Soundwave, Other Characters to be Added

Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Arranged Marriage, Falling in Love, Redemption Arc, Post-War, Alternate Universe, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Canon-Typical Violence, Major Character Death, Other Addition Tags to be Added

Summary:

After millions of years of fighting, Optimus and Megatron have finally managed to put aside their differences and put an end to the fighting. To show their soldiers and the various neutral factions that this truly is the start of a new era, a bonding ceremony is arranged between two of their members.

Starscream is one of the unlucky bots and is forced into an arranged marriage that he has no say in and seemingly with no way out of. He's humiliated, objectified, and absolutely miserable as he has to navigate the post-war setting of a Cybertron struggling to be rebuilt and a scheming Megatron who appears to have more up his sleeve than he's letting on. All while stuck with a dumb, pathetic little Autobot that he absolutely despises and desperately wants to be rid of.

But who knows, maybe he'll come to like the little bug?

Yeah right.

(Rewrite version)

#transformers #transformers g1 #transformers generation one #transformers fanfiction #starbee #starscream x bumblebee #starscream #bumblebee #valveplug #eventually

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transingthoseformers · 2 months ago

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Omg no because I'm imagining a "the mecha become humans" au where Megatron and Starscream end up having sex as humans

Because it would be funny

#valveplug #humanformers #g1 starscream #g1 megatron #megastar #they refuse to talk about it (they will eventually talk about it)

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staticnonapus · 7 months ago

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I see you like Beast Wars II

Where do "YOU" think Lio Junior comes from?

So what title is suitable for Lio Prime (Convoy)? Mama? Papa?

Hehehe are you sure you wanna know…

We all know the canon origin which is Lio convoy’s matrix splitting into two etc. I’m okay with that and will be using that when not talking about valveplug.

Buuut there is so much valveplug potential to it. He went missing for a good while, being stranded on a foreign planet helpless and alone and you tell me he ‘had a kid’ afterwards… What if he got knocked up by some random mech (or even local organic if that’s physically possible??) and ended up giving birth to lio junior. He was a bit traumatized and in denial so he didn’t want to acknowledge it and didn’t tell anyone about it. His crew might eventually find out the truth tho.

The newborn was taken care of by the lion that rescued him, because he didn’t want to take a new spark to battlefield and there wasn’t anyone else available back then.

That’s why I tend to call him mama lion. Not only because lion junior said it first but also it fits the mechpreg narrative lol

On a side note, since lio junior was raised by a lion he probably was unashamed about mech reproduction… When everyone was trying to hide lio prime’s relationship with galvatron (and how incredibly fertile their leader is) lio junior already knew that his mama was carrying a new spark. Instead of being abashed he was just excited about having younger siblings and becoming a big brother.

#ask

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roman0writes · 1 year ago

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𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓣𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓣𝓸 𝓐 𝓣𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓪𝓷

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ:

Summary: Cyclonus is afraid to show Tailgate his interfacing array. As a tetrahexian, it can be… a lot to take. On the other hand, Tailgate is more than eager to see what sets a tetrahexian valve apart from their cybertronian counterparts.

Content Warning: Brief arguement, mentions of getting body augmentations, valveplug, sticky sexual interfacing, spark merging, unusual genitalia (Cyclonus has pussy teeth), mentions of Rewind/Chromedome

Pairing: Cygate, Tailgate/Cyclonus

AO3 link

A/N: A very special thank you to user AO3 slinkykinkajou for writing the fic that inspired this. Their ending notes to Neon Blue & Violet have been bouncing around in my brain like the DVD logo for basically a month. I said I would write something myself and I did. So here it is.

I posted the idea in a discord and apperantly tenderly making love to someone with pussy teeth is nightmare fuel. XD

This piece is not safe for work and is literally PWP. If you’re a minor please do not interact with this post in anyway, shape or form.

He loved tailgate, he truly did, and he truly wished he could show him every way he loved him. He wants to tenderly kiss up and down the silvery blue metal of his body, and ride his spike until blunt gray digits, glittering with his lubricant, leave dents in his pelvic plating from the force of his overloads.

But that’s not an option right now. Luckily, Cyclonus is a patient mech, who enjoys the journey more than the destination. So really, who is he to complain about the slow pace he’s taking with his beloved. If anything, Tailgate is the one being impatient about this, about their interfacing life.

Tailgate is impatient. He’ll admit it. But shouldn’t he be impatient about this. Not when Cyclonus reaches deep inside him, his valve, his spark, and wraps around him, his spike, his servos, like a boa constrictor waiting for the perfect time to squeeze just right, and take everything.

“I want to touch your valve,” he says as firmly as he can. He’s trying to be assertive. He’s working on asking for help, or things he wants. And well, he really wants this. More than anything, really. His servo itches to stroke lilac folds and his mouth salivates at the thought of wrapping his lips around that glowing yellow exterior node.

“I don’t think you’re quite ready for that,” Cyclonus responds. He denies them what they both want, knowing that they need to wait longer. That tailgate loves him, but that interfacing with someone like him can be terrifying. He just needs to wait one more month, to get the mods to remove the teeth around his labia and around the calipers inside him.

“But I was ready for you to turn me into an overstimulated mess 5 decacycles ago?” tailgate snaps back. And then his hands cover his mouth immediately. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to snap!”

Cyclonus sighs and gestures him to come closer. “ ‘Tis fine, come here.”

“It’s not fine! I shouldn’t talk to you like that! Ever!”

Tailgate finds himself helplessly pulled into Cyclonus’s lap, and his neck being nuzzled into by his conjuring. “I understand you’re frustrated, however it’s not you, the issue has never been you.”

“Babe…”

“Please do not call me those infernal Earth pet names.”

Tailgate chuckles and Cyclonus’s engine rumbles into his back. It’s nice, it’s peaceful, at least until Cyclonus speaks again. “You have to understand the issue is that my anatomy is dangerous, especially for a bot such as yourself.”

“Cyclonus, Ratchet showed me the diagrams of Tetrahexian interfacing parts when i went in to get tested for virus’s and get a cap put on my gestational chamber,” Tailgate responds, “I know what I’m going to see when your panels slide back.”

Cyclonus freezes. One of the few things he was afraid of was the eventuality that tailgate would see the barbed spike, which frankly intimidating for even other Tetrahexians, and see the sharp denta peaking between the folds of his valve and decided that Cyclonus wasn’t worth it anymore. That he was just as bad as everyone thought he was. But here he was, panel closed, and tailgate telling him that he knew, and the possibly, he didn’t care. “And you don’t mind?”

“If I minded I wouldn’t have been begging for the last few cycles for you to pull the panel back so I can like your pretty valve,” tailgate responds. He feels Cyclonus’s vents hitch and then blast hot air onto him. It’s soothing and arousing in the sense as it foreshadows what is to come.

Tailgate takes the silence as a queue to continue talking, hating to leave this moment quiet, when there’s a chance that Cyclonus is stewing in hurt and fear he is too prideful to show, a vulnerability he can’t show because he has to be strong for his conjux.

“In fact, the idea is really hot,” he finally settles on, “the idea that you could hurt me, but won’t, because you love me.” Tailgate takes a deep breath. “Oh slag. I want to touch your valve so badly. I don’t want to pressure you but-“

He’s interrupted by the sound of Cyclonus’s valve panel transformer in away and he scrambles out of his lap to take a closer look at his lover’s array. Tailgate is on his knees, in between Cyclonus’s legs, and his vents hitch at the glow behind his brilliant blue visor. It bathes his inner thighs in aqua light, and his yellow node pulses sunlight against the servo the Tailgate brings to it.

His fingers spread the lips of Cyclonus’s valve and show the rippling calipers inside. Sharp denta around the entrance almost completely retracted from arousal. He traces his finger around the edges of them and Cyclonus’s legs twitch and he brings a fist to his mouth to try and hide the noise that leaves his intake.

With one last look up, to confirm that Cyclonus truly wanted this, Tailgate transforms his battle mask away and lets him watch as his glossa traces his derma before he dives in.

He tries so hard to remember what feels good for him, what makes him wail and cry while Cyclonus is in between his legs, but he’s just so consumed in the smell and taste that he almost forgets he’s supposed to pleasing his partner.

His lips wrap around Cyclonus’s node and he doesn’t hear the keen because quivering purple thighs trap his helm exactly where he is, a clawed servo on the back pushing him deeper into the valve he’s currently devouring. He feels like he’s tasting sunlight, the way his tongue tingles with electricity and warmth.

His two servo trace the edges of his labia, the first ring of calipers with teeth, gently coxing them to retract before he pushes his two servos inside his valve, tips caressing the next line of calipers and denta.

Cyclonus has completely thrown his body back and is shaking, overwhelmed by the pleasure and love going through his system. He doesn’t know when his spark chamber opened up, he doesn’t know when his fisted servo left his mouth and began playing with the physical light pouring from him. He doesn’t know when it started spinning so quickly, flashing the room in bright blue light in flashes so brightly and quickly, that the echo of everything never left in the dark.

“I’m close!” He calls out to his lover. Was it in warning or was it a plead to continue? He doesn’t have time to figure it out before Tailgates servos push past the second and third calipers of his valve and the spasm around them in his overload.

Tailgate sucks his node and thrusts his servos through it, carrying him through easily the most intense overload of his life. Cyclonus has rip Tailgate’s head from between his thighs when the overstimulation gets too much.

His faceplates are burning blue, spark chamber open bathing tailgate in blue light, and he sees Tailgate open his as he crawls back up, faceplate-to-faceplate with his lover. Their chasises’ press together and he feels the flood of love, trust, and joy, carry and float him down from the high of his overload.

Cyclonus offlines his optics for a moment, he swears it’s just a moment, but when he comes back online his valve is closed and cleaned, his spark chamber closed covered by Tailgate resting on top him.

“You okay?” Tailgate asks.

Cyclonus grumbles at him lowly, but holds him closer to his chassis, to his spark.

“Okay less talking, more napping, got it.” He chuckles before nuzzling into Cyclonus’s kibble.

Silence passes over the two for a few kilks.

“How long until we have that double date with chromedome and rewind?” Cyclonus eventually asks.

“It started like… a human hour ago… I think.” Tailgate says. “We missed it.”

“Slag.”

#valveplug #cyclonus #tailgate #cygate #cyclonus x tailgate #idw transformers #Roman after dark

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