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Jul 27

quick peak at drift :3 sorry he's taking so long.... life has been kicking my aft lately lmfao. he'll be finished (hopefully) within the next week. looking pretty good so far!

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Jul 20

madamadamiu

Push

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Jul 20

reader-from-nowhere

i have this really fucked up hc of the Matrix where as a defense mechanism, it persuades the people around Prime to die for them, effectively removes their own self preservation in order for them to do whatever it takes to protect the Prime

i just think its funny for Rodimus 'Self sacrifice is cheap' Prime to be surrounded with people that will jump off a moving train for him

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Jul 17

ju33e

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Jul 16

quantum-fizz-icks

Mind Your Manners

{MTMTE megamagrod smut sort of based on a piece done by @archie-sunshine (check out their stuff if you’re a robot freak, it’s fantastic)}

{Warnings for; sticky sexual interfacing, unconventional bondage, edging, orgasm delay/denial, semi-public sex, sex toys, vibrators, sex contraptions and predicaments, Drift and Rodimus have such a fascinating dynamic in the comics and I fear I can never do it justice, this is honestly just me torturing Rodimus for my own entertainment, your regularly scheduled program of Rodimus being humbled just a bit, Drift being a little shit /affectionate}

The situation Rodimus currently found himself in had to be in his top ten dumbest bets and top five most difficult things he’d ever agreed to. Truly, it was a mystery even to him as to why he had agreed to this stupid idea at all, but now here he was, lower body magnetized to his office chair with numerous devices attached to his interface array to torment him. The mess connected to him looked more like improper cable management than any usual form of interfacing— at least not like any interfacing he’d taken part in and he liked to consider himself very knowledgeable on that subject.

Admittedly, he had somewhat underestimated his torturers’ collaborative ability to tease and push him to his limit, but how could he not?! Neither Ultra Magnus nor Megatron seemed like the kind of mecha to indulge in such sadistic sexual tendencies— in fact, they gave off the impression of celibate squares who gasp and clutch their chassis at so much as a single innuendo.

Perhaps that was jumping to conclusions on his part, but could he really be blamed?

He groaned as the vibrator inside his valve began moving again, locked behind his panel while his spike was abused by a small vibrator strapped to the head and a magnetic ring rested at the base of his spike. The toys continued to vibrate until the cables connecting them to the medical port in his inner thigh detected that his charge was getting too high and suddenly went still long before he could overload. A whine he would never admit to making escaped him as he was denied yet again. How long had this torture been going on at this point? Certainly his shift was almost over by now.

Glancing up at the clock revealed he couldn’t have been more wrong, however.

“Not even two hours?!”

He slammed his helm into the flat top of his desk with a pathetic groan, unable to bend any further while being magnetized like he was. Primus, why had he agreed to this? Of course he knew he could send an emergency ping to either of his partners and they would cease their cruelty immediately, but he wasn’t the type to chicken out of a challenge like that. He was Rodimus fragging Prime! He could handle anything anyone threw at him, no matter how torturous or salacious— or both.

But the fact that he wasn’t even half way through his shift and was already struggling so hard didn’t exactly instill any hope. If he had a knife or a tiny plasma pen, he could carve more doodles into his already scratched up desk and add onto the innumerable scenes of stick figures fighting on the surface. But he didn’t, so he was stuck unable to distract himself or get himself off on his own.

The only choice he had left to pass the time was the stacks of data work he’d been putting off for ages now— which he really didn’t want to do, but he needed something to distract himself before his array started smoking. So, with great pain and mumbled complaints to no one, he picked up the first datapad and turned it on.

{•~~~•}

This sucked. Primus, this sucked so bad! This had to be the worst thing that had happened to him since that time Megatron killed him.

By the time he had gotten through five or so datapads, he made the mistake of glancing at the time only to regret it immediately as the clock mockingly glared only half an hour later than the last time he’d checked. The vibrators kept turning on and off, randomly increasing in intensity then going still again before he could hope to achieve release. A notification had popped up on his HUD warning him that his internal temperature was steadily rising, but he always ran hot so his systems had become accustomed to random spikes in temperature a long time ago.

Hmm… spikes. What he would give to have a spike nestled heavy in his valve or ramming down his throat right now…

He whined again, leaning back and covering his faceplate as it burned with frustration. Despite knowing it wouldn’t work, his legs still instinctively tried to close, searching for any way to stave off the excess charge ruining his ability to get anything done. Sure, he rarely ever got data work done even on good days, but that’s not the point! The point was that his shift was still long from ending and he didn’t know how much longer he could last like this.

He may be braggadocios and even foolish at times, but he knew his limits and he was almost positive he was close to a hard limit he simply couldn’t surpass. Oh, he was going to absolutely destroy those two for this; literally and sexually if he had to— he would definitely prefer both.

A knock on his office door had startled him, and the vibrators, thank the Allspark, shut off just before Drift peeked into the room. He relaxed only a little at his amica’s presence, his posture still forced and stiff.

“Thank the Allspark,” he mumbled to himself, doing his best to adjust his hips and looking back to his friend, “What’d’you need, Drift?”

“I saw the ‘do not disturb’ sign on your door, but I felt something weird in our bond, so I wanted to stop by and make sure you’re not up to something.”

As he explained, Drift strode up to his desk, making the captain’s spark sink further and further until the other jumped up and sat on the edge. He settled in and was clearly content on being there for a while yet, which did not bode well for Rodimus. Primus, this was the perfect setup for humiliation and while he was normally okay with that in berth, this was most certainly not in the security of his berth.

Sure, he and Drift shared quite the history— which included more than a handful of erotic cycles spent together to stave of the loneliness and personal issues they both fought so hard to avoid talking about and they were bonded as amica, but since Ratchet had caught Drift’s optic and Rodimus had found himself in the arms of his co-captain and second-in-command, they had stopped occupying each other’s berths.

Well, they had stopped sleeping in each other’s berths in a sexual manner at least. Sleepovers and movie nights did not count.

“Well, always nice of you to stop by, but I’m perfectly fine,” Rodimus lied professionally, grabbing a sixth data pad to start working on, “Just dealing with all this stupid data work Magnus expects me to do in one shift.”

Drift watched as the captain powered on the thin tablet and struggled to read the header, then hummed and grabbed one for himself.

“To be fair to Ultra Magnus, I’m pretty sure half of this is from last cycle too.”

Rodimus groaned dramatically, “Seriously? What, does he think I’m some sparkless machine? Who in their right mind would-“

He stifled a surprised noise as the vibrators reactivated suddenly, his charge having dropped significantly while talking about boring data work. Drift, the hyper-aware glitch that he was, noticed the shift in his amica’s behavior immediately.

Before he could ask, Rodimus reset his vocalizer and squinted hard at the data pad he was holding, scoffing and powering it off now that he had a cover story.

“Of course Nautica would be the type of bot to read for fun,” he rolled his optics, glancing to his amica’s confused face, “She’s asking for a new shelf to store all her science folders and stuff.”

Drift raised a brow ridge, “Another one? Didn’t she already get one recently?”

“Yeah, a couple decacycles ago,” Rodimus waved a servo, powering the tablet back on to give a stamp of approval and set the finished request in the very small ‘done’ pile, “Who has enough data pads to fill three huge shelves?”

“Preceptor, First Aid maybe,” Drift brought a digit to his chin in thought, “Megatron probably has a metric ton of reading material, huh?”

Rodimus jolted, more from the vibrator in his valve barely pressing against a deeper set of nodes than his friend’s subtle prodding, but he set Drift with a suspicious glare regardless.

“Why’re you asking me? I’ve never been in his hab.”

That had to be one of the biggest and worst lies he’d ever uttered. On more than one occasion, the former warlord had invited his co-captain to his hab and ended with the two so tangled together, Rodimus would simply choose to recharge in the larger berth with the weighted warmth of another mech. Admittedly, despite the time he’d spent in the other’s hab, he had never been bored enough to bother focusing on any shelves or data pads Megatron may own.

No, he was never bored in Megatron’s hab when the massive mech was there to fold him in half, pin him to the berth, make him scream-

“Just wondering,” Drift answered innocently, “since you’ve been warming up to him and Magnus quite a bit lately.~”

“I don’t warm up! I’m plenty hot enough on my own,” Rodimus joked, grasping for any normalcy in this situation, “Besides, just because we’re clanging doesn’t mean I’ve-“

The vibrators were practically sentient with the way they kept starting up at inconvenient times. Or more likely, one of his tormentors was controlling them far more than they claimed they could and were using that power irresponsibly.

‘Sparks sake, now he was thinking like the responsible one! This absolutely had to end before he did something Megatron or Magnus might be impressed by and thus give him more work for. Rodimus wanted to be ploughed into the berth or to slam his spike home inside one of them and make either of the normally stoic mecha squeal, not be stuck with even more stupid data work!

He had to get Drift away until this ‘issue’ was resolved, but how could he do that? He couldn’t stand up from his seat even if he wanted to and he clearly wasn’t doing well at lying under pleasure. So how-

“Well, I better leave before Magnus stops by to ‘check on your progress’,” Drift wiggled his brow ridges at that last part, the insinuation obvious, “Would totally hate to get in the middle of that.~”

Despite his jest, Drift kept to his word and started to leave, surprising Rodimus but he wasn’t about to complain. As much as he loved his amica, he did not feel like explaining this particular debacle to him. Not because he couldn’t— they talked about basically anything and everything— but because Rodimus could hardly think without his thought trees falling back to interfacing in some capacity. Also he knew for a fact that Drift would laugh and tease him for getting into such a ridiculous situation.

“Oh, by the way,” Drift stopped before opening the door to glance over his shoulder, a mischievous smirk accentuating his features, “Tell Magnus and Megatron that they should invest in silent vibrators. See ya Roddy!”

With that, he finally exited, leaving his cherry red amica even brighter and uncharacteristically dead silent. Defeated, Rodimus let his helm hit his desk again, a long groan of stifled exhaustion echoing throughout the office.

He was going to kill Magnus and Megatron. Or fuck them until they blue screened. Both options were pretty tempting at this point.

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Jul 15