Mechanical menace

{ early 20s|| they/its || MDNI || 18+ || yes I write/will eventually draw nsfw stuff || stay safe out there}

[quantum-fizz-icks]

Greetings fellow freaks

{I probably should’ve made a pinned post awhile ago but hindsight and all that}

THIS IS A MAJORITY NSFW BLOG! MINORS AND THOSE WHO DON’T LIKE DNI

My name is Quantum Fizzicks or the Mechanical Menace {nicknames fully welcome} and my pronouns are they/it.

I write and reblog whatever transformers freak shit I want for the most part, but I do sfw writing as well {just not as frequently}.

Anything nsfw will be tagged with ‘smut’ or other transformers variants such as ‘valveplug’, ‘plug and play’, and ‘wireplay’ but it’ll mostly be under ‘valveplug’. More specific kinks and pairings will be tagged at the top of the actual fic for clarity.

To find my drabbles in a more broad sense, you can just search ‘writing’ on my blog.

All my sfw stuff will be tagged with ‘sfw’.

You can leave likes and/or comments on my posts if you enjoy them and send me asks as long as you’re respectful about it.

[i-will-help-you-swim]

Reblog if you think asexuality is a legitimate sexuality.

I'm trying to prove something.

[cmoon-rabbit4-blog]

Reblog if your blog is a safe place for asexuals.

[quantum-fizz-icks]

I never really watched porn in my whole life, but I’m genuinely SO SERIOUS when I say I can’t look at freaky fanart if it’s not about robots

I get zero enjoyment out of human/organic porn, I’m cursed to forever find robots attractive now

this isn’t funny anymore man ToT

[archie-sunshine]

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[quantum-fizz-icks]

”It doesn’t make sense for alien robots who turn into cars to be pregnant! It’s so stupid and doesn’t make any scientific sense!”

the alien robots… who turn into cars… it doesn’t make sense…

how about don’t care, didn’t ask, + you have no imagination, + literally half the fandom does it anyway, + I’m already writing it so :p

[cloudy-wonders]

Optimus and Megatron agree on a one day ceasefire so that everyone on both sides can take a nap. Nap time everyone, grab a nap time partner and a thermal blanket. We’re napping in the rec room. Sleepover time.

[mechpreg-showdown]

Round 1; Group 3; Poll 2

Who's Getting Pregnant?

Primus (Transformers)

Swerve (Transformers)

Voting ended onAug 3

Propaganda:

Primus:

he's literally god. he created cybertronians/transformers. this guy is mechpreg personified, i don't know how you can beat that. [x]

The cannon parent [x]

Primordial mechpreg!! Also do Cybertronians not literally come out from inside Cybertron in most continuities?? That's literally Primus carrying them. The carrier god ever [x]

Repopulate the Cybertronian race! Vote for Primus! [x]

Swerve:

just look at him!! he's so excitable and animated, he'd be an amazing caregiver and creator/carrier for a sparkling! just look how excited he is in the idw2005 christmas special comic when he's helping take care of the protoform, and how upset he is when he finds out it wasnt a real baby??? mother material right there. he could keep up with and entertain the most hyperactive sparkling, while still being serious and responsible enough when necessary to be a good parent and role model rather than the funny uncle. [...] [x]

[quantum-fizz-icks]

lost someone recently, so I’ll be postponing this week’s writings

sorry in advance, but I’m just not in the mood to write smut at the moment

[l3que-blog]

BLADES DID NOT HOLD BACK OF DESPERATE CALL TO SAVE DANI. BRO KICKED OFF CHASE BEFORE HE COULD PROBABLY FALL.

Fucking dorks I love them. Ah yess, hmm, yes skiped to watch this episode since its my favourite from s4 besides some few like All Spark Day and when Bee sees his boy Blades.

Yeah, lets crash Moon. (JK JK. Moon already died once were not having it again lol)

[bedbugging]

ratchie

[quantum-fizz-icks]

I’m gonna try a new thing called ‘Fluffy Friday’ where I post sfw writing on random Fridays

Everyone Knows But You Two

(An uber fluffy heatblades one-shot where chores turn into a water fight & Cody & Dani side eye each other while the robots flirt(?))

Chores were always split pretty evenly across the rescue family. Even the bots had their fair share of tasks to manage, usually revolving around things more difficult or risky to do by a small, limited human body. Today, half of the family was assigned to dust the inside of the firehouse while the other half washed the outside. With the rescue bots, it was a rather quick task to complete the outside— unless someone decided to goof around like today.

“Looks like we’re gonna have to do some repainting soon,” Dani pointed out as she squeegeed a window Cody had washed.

“Maybe Doc has some paint we could use,” Cody suggested as he scrubbed a different window higher up, utilizing the hover shoes said scientist had previously created.

“And end up with a glow in the dark firehouse?” Heatwave raised a skeptical optical ridge, “Don’t think chief would appreciate that.”

“I dunno,” Blades piped up from his place on the helipad where he was sweeping, “It would definitely make the firehouse easier to find in the dark.”

“Easier for who exactly?” Heatwave lifted his helm and crossed his servos over his chassis.

Blades, of course, took the bait.

“Not just for me! With how many power outages we get here, wouldn’t it be better to make the firehouse more visible?”

“It’s a large, bright red building— I think it’s  plenty visible,” Heatwave pointed out as he resumed washing the rock wall Dani liked to use.

“Well, if you go walking around, what’s stopping anyone from thinking you’re the firehouse?”

Blades screamed a high pitched noise when Heatwave attacked with a blast of high pressure water from his gauntlets. The medic stumbled back until he disappeared over the edge of the roof, transforming into his vehicle mode to fly up and swing around.

“Heatwave!”

The offending firebot chuckled to himself, “What? If I’m a firehouse, why can’t you be a target? Your blue belly makes for a perfect bullseye.”

Blades yelped when the other shot at him again, barely missing.

“I just got detailed, Heatwave! Don’t waste Dani’s time and money!”

Dani laughed, having stopped her efforts to watch the unfolding display, “I don’t mind at all. Aim for his tail rotors Heatwave!”

Blades gasped in offense, “Betrayal? Low blow Dani!”

“Oh relax,” Heatwave regained the other’s attention with a cold blast of water to his cockpit, “It’s just water. It’ll get you nice and shiny.~”

“Pressurized water!” Blades pointed out, whirling around again to avoid another few shots, “It’ll remove my wax finish!”

Heatwave cackled as he brought his other servo up, aiming both at his teammate to torment him further. The two continued trading verbal blows as they dodged, circling each other in a strange dance not unlike birds would. Cody and Dani stopped to watch the chaos unfold, snickering all the while as the two bots shouted and laughed.

“Do you ever wonder if there’s something going on between them?” Cody asked suddenly, surprising Dani for only a second before she hummed thoughtfully.

“Oh definitely,” she smiled fondly in the direction of her still yelling partner, who was now struggling to hide his laughter when Heatwave nearly slipped, “But I’m not too sure they know yet.”

[quantum-fizz-icks]

Spoiler Warning

{A MTMTE (sorta) rodimags smut where Ultra Magnus accidentally discovers just how sensitive a spoiler can be}

{Warnings for: masturbation, wireplay, accidental kink discover, praise kink, size kink, tactile interfacing, headcanon that the Matrix (as a powerful source of life and energy) can cause symptoms of sensitivity and even hypersexuality/hyposexuality, Magnus absolutely did not intend for this to happen, Rodimus thirsting after his coworkers part 1 (may write more instances of this), I love tormenting this flamboyant goober when I’m bored and horny}

What had started out as an exceptionally productive day for Rodimus ended in him suffering alone in his hab— and it hadn’t even been his fault for once! Servos slowly wandering up and down his frame, he thought back to the moment that had lead to this current pathetic display.

On the command deck of the bridge, the Lost Light navigational crew swiftly and effectively followed Rodimus’s order to change course just slightly to avoid the dangerously high radioactive particles being produced by a recently collapsed dying star in their path. Despite his usual tendency to ‘dawdle and shirk’— Magnus’s exact words— he had reacted very quickly to the imminent danger before them, as he often did when it came to immediately life-threatening situations but no one ever acknowledged those past instances because his crew hated to see him winning apparently.

For once though, Magnus actually seemed impressed by Rodimus’s initiative.

“Excellent work captain,” the large mech spoke with uncharacteristic fondness in his voice, “It was a wise decision to steer clear of the radiation as soon as possible. I commend you.”

Rodimus scoffed with bluster, trying to keep his plating from flaring under the rare praise, “We only turned a few degrees Mags, but I’ll gladly accept the compliments anyway.”

Magnus hummed, clearly debating on whether he should rescind his kind words and instead lecture him yet again on the gravity of butchering a commanding officer’s designation, but miraculously decided against it. It was a near thing though.

“Regardless, it was a prudent course of action. Well done.”

Ultra Magnus, in the spirit of trying to be more approachable and friendly as of late, gently patted Rodimus’s back in appreciation. His massive servo flew back to his own chassis when the captain unexpectedly revved his engine hard enough to echo throughout the bridge. It had to have been the loudest Magnus had ever heard it, which was certainly quite the feat considering the owner of said engine.

Everything in the room seemed to freeze, including the other mecha on the bridge, who all nearly jumped out of their seats or turned instantly to stare in surprise. Oddest of all though was Rodimus going dead silent, posture ramrod straight and heat emanating from his frame in what Magnus could only assume was discomfort and embarrassment.

“M-my apologies captain,” he rushed to fix his mistake, “I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine, all good here,” Rodimus interrupted him with a painfully false smile with far too much denta, “Hey, take over for a klik— I forgot something.”

Before Magnus could speak again, Rodimus rushed out of the room like scraplets were biting at his heel struts, leaving behind a very confused and abnormally quiet command center.

As he power walked back to his hab suite, Rodimus hoped beyond hope that no one had heard the clipped moan that had escaped him when Magnus’s servo had met his back— the roar of his engine in such a comparatively small room was already bad enough, but he prayed to Primus or Unicron that the volume of his revving had at least covered the embarrassing noise.

And now here he was, lying sprawled across his berth, staring at the ceiling and trying to think of literally anything other than the phantom touch of a massive servo gently patting his sensitive spoiler. The warmth of another mech’s plating, the multiple points of contact where Magnus’s blunt digits had touched his back kibble, the unnatural stillness of the Magnus armor that confused his tacnet and EM field both…

He groaned noisily, smacking his servos over his faceplate and turning to curl into the fetal position on his side. Doing so let the slightly cooler air of his hab hit his back and continue to confuse his sensors, somehow still frazzled from the most fleeting, inconsequential moment ever. Primus have mercy on him, that single nanosecond of contact had left his processor more of a mess than any form of interfacing he had ever been part of in the past.

Damn Ultra Magnus. Damn him and Minimus Ambus and his own stupid frame for leaving him unsure and not knowing how to proceed or even how to forget the whole awkward situation. And despite all of the rapidly rerouting threads of his processor, the single loudest thought consuming him was, of course, the ache slowly blooming in his abdomen and chassis.

Like a molten slag pit in his stomach and chest, the warm feeling only grew in intensity the harder he tried to ignore it. Considering his outlier ability, he of all mecha in the known universe knew what ‘hot’ felt like; and yet this was somehow infinitely more annoying than any other time he’d been aroused. He knew he had to deal with it before it got out of hand because there was no way in hell he could function as a half decent captain if he didn’t.

So, with a sigh of resignation, his servos trailed from his chassis down his sides and stopped at his thighs. His digits skirted between his legs and swiftly popped open his interface ports manually. Instead of wasting his time looking for the small charge box he kept hidden in his hab to make self service more convenient, he decided to simply take the data cable from one thigh and plug it in to his receiver port in the other.

The moment the connection was secure, the aroused charge pooling in his internals began circulating through the cable and slowly built within the closed circuit he had created. A shuddering sound left his vents as his cooling systems finally kicked on and dumped heat from his frame. He was more than accustomed to higher temperatures that the majority of his race simple couldn’t withstand without damage, but even he had his limits.

Rodimus brought one of his servos back to his face, biting down on a digit as a wave of charge washed through his whole frame and nearly coaxed a moan from him. As his charge levels gradually increased, he let his free servo wander all across his plating, trying to come up with some scenario to fantasize about to speed things along.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, Ultra Magnus made it to the forefront of his mind and would completely hijack any scene he thought of. The phantom touch of large servos gently exploring his plating, calculating optics cataloguing every inch of his frame, massive bulky frame looming over him, watching Rodimus struggle to get himself off before he would eventually sigh in disappointment and show the captain how to truly charm the sensor suite.

In truth, Rodimus had no clue if Magnus was good in berth or if he even had any experience at all, but the growing pit of desire in the center of his frame and the curiosity gnawing away at him was becoming too much to bear. So, he finally gave up and let his imagination wander unhindered.

He was immediately rewarded with the mental image of Magnus— the Ultra Magnus— expertly guiding his chassis open to reveal his spark and internal components.  With an attention to detail that only Magnus could pull off, the large mech began sorting through the mess of wires and cables that Rodimus so often forgot to attend to. He imagined how, with such an obviously large disparity in size between them, would Magnus manage to pick specific wires from his torso and arrange them properly.

Just from entering Ultra Magnus’s office on random occasion, Rodimus could tell that the mech had an affinity for organizing every little object on his desk and he was almost positive that Magnus would likely treat interfacing in any form with the same respect and confidence. Primus, he hoped so.

Even now, with the mech of his current focus halfway across the ship, Rodimus swore he could hear words of encouragement and praise echoing throughout his audials. That deep, even voice normally chastising him for the littlest things suddenly seemed so damn attractive when directed at him with some semblance of fondness, the vibrations against his frame making his engine rev in turn. Of the few times Magnus had ever congratulated or praised him, for whatever reason, this time it had done something absolutely terrible to his synapses.

Some pathetic, desperate part of him needed to hear more of that.

So wrapped up in his own fantasy, Rodimus almost entirely forgot what he was doing until the shocks of a sudden tactile overload finally overwhelmed his systems and released him from his torment— if only for a little while. At this rate, with the inability to avoid Ultra Magnus in any meaningful manner, it was only a matter of time before some situation like earlier would occur again.

Vents running hot in an effort to cool him, Rodimus could only bring himself to groan at the demise of his own ego. Instead of enjoying the final moments of the afterglow, he spent that precious time rolling over until he was face down in berth and groaned long and low.

As he lay there, he hoped beyond hope that Magnus would never understand the taboo of touching a speedster’s spoiler.

[quantum-fizz-icks]

and what if I write some stupid OC/canon smut, huh?

what then? who gonna stop me?!

[legendsofentity]

i'm crying why are they so funny together 😭

[quantum-fizz-icks]

since I finally finished the tf kinktober 2025 prompts, don’t be surprised that I’ve slowed down quite a bit to recover

I’ll definitely participate in the 2026 prompts too, but I’ll probably do it the same way I did last years just because I can’t write fast enough to finish 31 whole prompts in a single month no matter how hard I try

I ain’t doin all that ‘cause I can’t do all that, man

[moonbugggy]

i’ve fallen for swerve and it’s all your fault. i’m trapped. up to my waist in swerve quicksand wailing and cursing as i have an excellent time. how could this happen to me. how could i possibly fall for a mech who is my type. something has sabotaged my systems and put swerve where the brain should be. (all lighthearted :3 srsly my eyes have been opened, your selfship stuff is great :D)

Yes yes! My dastardly plan is working! Soon everyone on the planet will selfship with Swerve! They'll make a religion out of it and I will be it's leader! And then I'll finally have access to all the Swerve x reader fics my heart could desire!

[deadnotsleeping413]

( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡° )?

There is something about choice

And the lack of choice

Being a part of something

And being blocked away from it

There is something about an experience you’re asked to partake in

And cannot broach

There is

Something

Voting ended onFeb 14, 2023