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Optiussy supremacy

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[tinydefector]

Star Gala Dress 3

Starscream x human

Word count:1.2k

Warnings: smut, vavleplug, tiny/giant. Sex with emotions

Took me a while to finish this because I lost motivation for a little, finally finished it tonight, now I'm gonna head to bed because it's 2am.

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The flight back was quick. And when starscream landed their hands were on him the Starscream lets out a low possessive growl as his human eagerly grasped at his frame the moment they returned to his suite. impatient hands roaming his helm and faceplate, pressing kisses to his mouth as he carries them through the halls towards his Berth.

He traces his digits against their skin pulling lightly at the dresses straps before his servo wraps around pulling them closer, relishing their sweet little sigh against his lips. “So eager, my little spitfire," he rumbled approvingly.

 "You are a rather subtle tease with that display tonight. It has left me...thoroughly overcharged, and I intend to indulge." He outrightly purs against their skin. They lean into his touch, Their hands slowly undoing the top of their dress for Starscream. biting their lip lightly as part of the dress drops leaving their chest exposed to his optics.

Starscream let out a low appreciative rumble as they began undoing the fine material of the dress under his gaze. Tracing feather light touches against their back and sides. 

As more of their skin is revealed, his engine revved faintly in response. "So tempting, my pet," Starscream purred. Leaning in, his lips trace their shoulders as he indulges in the texture of their skin. passing his glossa across the beauty marks and blemishes without a care, eliciting a delightful sigh from them as they lean back into him, one hand tracing the side of his face. 

Trailing light touches down their sides, Starscream paused by their hip joints. "Hmm, it seems this troublesome dress has one more secret," he purred silkily. With quick digits he pulls at the remaining fabric down, revealing even more of their skin to his gaze. "So responsive to my touch, primus. you're such a delightful little thing to unwrap. all just for me." Sliding his fingertips lower, Starscream traced designs on their abdomen. "I detect your overheating, my pet." he mumbles against their skin. Slowly he guided them back, onto the Berth which made them giggle softly as they continued to admire him.

Starscream gazed down at his eager lover with half-shuttered optics, engine rumbling approvingly at the tempting sight before him. Trailing light touches along their body, Starscream paid close attention to each tiny sigh and shiver. His fingers gradually grew more focused, teasing sensitive skin as they dip down between their thighs. His glossa follows lapping against their skin as he nips at the tender flesh of their stomach. digits  pumping slowly at first, steadily increasing pace and pressure with each moan that falls from their lips. 

He nips and whispers praise in both Cybertronian and Terra to them as he worships their smaller form, learning every curve, mark and print of their skin as he presses kisses to each freckle as if they were constellations. He's slow, sweet and tender with them. He would never allow anyone else to ever see him like this, so willing to please another. 

When he judged them ready, Starscream withdrew his fingers, letting his glossa lap against their sex when he finally pulled away his bulk slowly moving, letting out loud creaks and clicks as he positioned his spike. Slowly, he began to press into their much smaller and softer body, lavashing in the sweet tightness as they cling to the ridges of his plating. Starscream lets out a low moan at the exquisite sensation that is their body. Inch by inch he filled them, pausing when needed, asking if they needed to stop and  to allow their much smaller frame to adjust to his size.  "By the Allspark, you feel divine..." the jet rumbled once fully seated. 

The bulge of their stomach is almost sinful under the gaze of his optics, one of his servos cup their face admiring his little human split on his spike. Eager moans and whines fall from their lips as they try rocking back against his spike. “Starscream” his name comes out as a desperate whimper and it sets his fuel line Alight. 

Bracing on sturdy arms, Starscream set a deliberately slow pace, not wishing to rip or tear anything with his spike. Each thrust has him reaching deeper to rub every sensitive spot within. His free hand roamed their body cuping, squeezing and pulling at their skin as it leaves bruises,  bite marks and hickeys across their form as if they were a painting.  

the Seeker let out a satisfied vent and drew them close. "Simply divine," he purred, nuzzling them gently. They moan loudly, hooking their legs around his waist. they look divine under him so full for such a small frame yet they took him just as any Cybertronian would. Starscream rumbled appreciatively at the sight of their abdomen bulging with his spike. His fans kick on as he nuzzled against their neck. " You take my spike so perfectly I can think of nothing but you..." he purred silkily against their ear. 

"Fuck starscream don't stop please don't stop!" They gasp out through the moans that slip past their lips, pulling him into another kiss which drives the Seeker feral. Arms lock around his neck.

Starscream lets out a hiss from how tightly they grip him as their body desperately attempts to milked his spike, urging him closer to the brink of overload. Breaking the kiss just enough to speak, the mighty Seeker growled, "By Unicron, you squeeze me so perfectly,. I won't last much longer at this pace!" pistoning his hips with urgency while his other servo once again cups their face intending to watch them as they orgasm. 

The steamy sounds of their frames slapping together and the cries of pleasure spurred him on more, he becomes rougher digits digging into the berth as he restrains himself from losing control fully. with a final thrust and cry of their name, a blinding overload claimed his sensors. Load after load of transfluid flood his lover's much smaller body, it leaks out onto the berth but neither could care at that moment. 

Venting heavily in the aftermath, Starscream nuzzled his tiny human affectionately. "Stunning like little light," Starscream purred with a sated smirk. They lay there panting, slowly tracing Starscream's face, leaning up to kiss him. Whining at how full they feel, slowly melting against his frame as starscream rolls over bringing them to rest atop of him. 

"You seemed to find great pleasure in teasing me," the Seeker mumbled against their skin. They let out a content sigh followed by laughter. “That I do Handsome, and you seem to enjoy it just as much” they coo back at him. 

He trailing light touches along their back, following the path of their spine down to their butt which he grabs and slaps earning him a shout of protest. Starscream chuckles as the pleasant vision of their saited form. “stay with me tonight, I… I enjoy having you close” it wasn't often Starscream asked instead of demanded things and it makes them smile. “I didn't plan on leaving” they call hum as they sprawl out across his chestplates soaking in the warmth that radiates off his large form. “goodnight Stars” “easy recharge sweet light” 

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[tarnishedpeonies]

I wonder if Rodimus had to perform the formal ceremony.

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[zenniet]

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[bumble-booty]

Thoughts on Metroplex vavleplug and the resulting mess it would cause?

Metrotitans don’t get nearly enough love!As for valveplug with him, it’s an absolute flood and I’m 💯 okay with it. Give that boi a spike or valve or hell even a good mouth. (Vaugely remembers the sex siren post from forever ago)

If you have any good fics regarding him, feel free to donate it to the thirst fund.

Thanks for the ask!

[tfwhynoy]

New to the blog and love your writing!! Can i get a nsfw scenario with tfp megs who walks in on his human pet (that he’s developed feelings for) whos pleasuring herself while calling out his name?

This probably wasn’t your intent but I kinda am going doing this with this post and these headcanons in mind. It won’t really affect it if you haven’t read them but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Megatron sat on his throne only half listening to Shockwave as he presented his latest findings. He knew this was important since this would aid in determining whether the Decepticons would have an army of Predacons or not but his mind was elsewhere.

He had only had his pet for a few months but he truly had become more attached to them as the days passed. The only human he cared about and they were his and his alone now. It really became difficult to focus at times when you were always patiently waiting in his berthroom at the end of the day.

“Excuse me Megatron but are you seem rather distracted as of late. Are you still listening?” Megatron was pulled back to reality by his name. Apparently, Shockwave had noticed his wandering processor.

“Yes yes continue on Shockwave,” He waved his servo in the air in a general hurry-up motion and Shockwave continued to prattle on about how the Predacons protoforms were developing. Primus, with such a monotone voice as Shockwave’s he could put sparklings to sleep with how boring he sounded at times. Thankfully Soundwave approached the two with an air of urgency about him. Megatron held up a servo to quiet Shockwave.

“What is it you need Soundwave,”

“Your pet human requires your assistance Lord Megatron,” The various spliced together clips of words drew his full attention from the warlord. Since his human was confined to only his personal quarters for a myriad of reasons whenever Megatron was away it was Soundwave’s duty to ensure that you didn’t attempt to escape and that all your needs were met.

“Why is that? Why can’t you handle it?” If he didn’t know any better Megs would say that Shockwave was rather annoyed by the interruption by the tone he used. Soundwave though only responded by playing a short audio clip of you calling out his name. The emotion you spoke was unreadable but seemed urgent.

Megatron rose from his throne as he spoke. “You shall continue your report at a later point Shockwave,” So he began to speed walk towards his berthroom. several situations plagued his possessor that by the time he reached the intended destination he was sprinting at full speed.

Quickly he typed in the code to the door and rushed through the entryway prepared for anything.

Or almost anything. He had not exactly been prepared for this. He quickly spotted you with a hand between your legs in the middle of moaning out his name. Your expression went from one filled with lust to a horrified and embarrassed one and you quickly began throwing blankets around yourself in an attempt to cover what you were doing. That look in your eyes while groaning as fast as he saw it still shot heat between his own legs as he looked upon you.

He chuckled as a sharp-toothed grin spread across his faceplate. “No need to stop on my account. In fact, I could even help with that if you would allow,”

[chakramancerrr]

What if (TFP) Ratchet is going down on someone and his little backpack antenna slaps them in the face accidentally?

I suppose he could just not extend it but if he forgot in the heat of the moment...

[anon-e-miss]

Creature Jazz has tentacles. All the better to stuff Prowl with.

[anon-e-miss]

thats a great fic! i was more thinking about like… under more dangerous or stressed circumstances. like the doc witch hunt? or even after being captured or something.

How about in the middle of battle?

He ignored the pain. Displayed on the six screens in front was the battle. They were holding on by a thread. Seeing a the left flank weakening, Prowl directed reinforcements to plug the hole just in time to see another line break. Prowl barked orders at the generals, castigated Optimus Prime and tried to weave order into the chaos unfolding before his optics.

Pain brought Prowl to his knees and he groaned as he dragged himself upright, bracing himself on his console. Prime's back was unguarded and Prowl ordered the Vanguard to close ranks. Through gritted denta, Prowl growled orders though he could hardly see the battle through the pain triggered static in his optics. His legs bowed and Prowl clung to his console as he tried to hold himself even half upright. There was an intense pressure within his abdomen. As if he was being rend open from within, the pain and the pressure forced his thighs apart and despite his efforts, Prowl collapsed onto the floor.

"Right!" He shrieked the order and the reinforcements swung 'round.

Prowl fell back on his elbows as a burning pressure build against low in his belly, in his array. He panted as he reached between his legs and found his array bared and his valve slick and dilated. As he tried to understand what was happening, an explosion shattered their lines and Prowl directed Superion to face Bruticus. Back bowed, Prowl felt a hard object butt against his digits where they rested over his cavernous entrance. Straining, Prowl braced his peds and pushed as the thing pushed against his digits. He screamed as it stretched his rim taunt before bursting free from his internals. With a shaking servo, Prowl raised the object as he craned his helm to look. And egg? He was... He was in emergence!

As Prowl writhed on the floor, he called out commands as his frame strained, another egg falling into position to evacuate his frame. There was no respite. Even as the second egg crowned against his rim, another wedged itself in his gestational duct. As he tried to see the battle, Prowl issued a final command before the violent demands on his frame became all encompassing.

"Holy Primus," Jazz cursed and Prowl screamed.

The largest egg yet broke from his internal duct and surged through his battered channel to strain his rim as it crowned. It was too big, much too big, it felt like something the size of his helm was trying to escape his valve. Jazz was staring at the ruin between Prowl's legs but Prowl did not have the strength or the processor to bark at him. Instead he braced his peds and strained uselessly.

"Holy Primus," Ratchet cursed and Prowl's helmed lulled. Who had called him? Jazz? "Four... five eggs. You can't do anything by halves. Jazz, get down here, take his ped.

"Wah?" Jazz's mouth gaped.

"He needs help pushing," Ratchet replied. "Take his ped, and hold it to your shoulder."

"Gah!" Prowl cried.

"I don't have a vacuum on me," Ratchet said. "Jazz, give me your servo."

"Eh?" Jazz asked.

"Here," Ratchet said. Jazz's servo covered the egg stuck in Prowl's internals "Now deploy your magnets and pull!"

"Aargh!" Prowl screamed as Jazz pulled at the same time as Prowl pushed the egg finally broke free from Prowl's frame.

[anon-e-miss]

Recovery

Contains consensual somnophilia and come inflation. No like, no read.

I’m finally free of the dog niece. So maybe I can get more written today for this.

[anon-e-miss]

Absolutely random thought.

I really don't worry about "decency" and write whatever the hell I want as I want. As random as my smut gets, even with smut I am unnecessarily obsessed with plot so if I can't match the smut to plot points I like, I don't write it.

Case in point, the only reason I never write oviposition is because I like Prowl's bitties to be Prowl's. I don't like him just being an incubator. That's it. That's literally the only reason. Not because this is some bridge too far for me. Nope. Literally just me requiring Prowl to be the momma.