heya! my name's Korbs. this is my valveplug sideblog (hence the portmanteau of "sideblog" and "valveplug", I know, I'm brilliant). Main account is WurryKorbis, but I'm making this one to spam as much of this shit as I can.
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#tied - knƵttĀ”ng
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G1 Rumble/ Mechanic Reader - 2400+ Words
NSFW, Valveplug, Plug 'N Play, Mild Sparkplay, Accidental Stimulation, Edging, Human Reader, GN Pronouns
Ahh, the inherent eroticism of repairing your machine.~ I've had this one cooking for a while, so I hope you all enjoy! I've also gotten pretty attached to this mechanic Reader, so they'll likely pop up again with other cassettes (and maybe even some other Decepticons!)
āRumble,ā You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. āYou're making this way more difficult than it needs to be.ā
āI wouldn't be complaininā if you'd stop touchinā all up on bits that don't gotta be touched! Rootinā around in there like I'm oneāa your crappy organic machines!ā
Removing your hands from Rumbleās open chest, you tossed them roughly into the air. āY'know what? Fine. Do it yourself. Better yet, get Frenzy to pull the shrapnel out of your chest. That'll go great.ā
You would have slid off of Rumbleās lap and stormed off, if not for his massive servos closing around your wrists with an unexpected delicacy. Your efforts to remove your hands only reinforced his grip, using just enough force to keep you from leaving without crushing your wrists entirely.
āH-Hey, no need ta be so hasty! Look, Iām just steamed cause'a the battle, datās all. Frenzā can't do dis, it's gotta be someone moreā¦ dainty. Yāknow. Little human hands and all dat.ā The harsh glow of his visor had dulled slightly as his gaze cast down to your hands. You rolled your eyes, wrists finally slipping from his grip as you settled back in.Ā
Dangling wires and sparking shrapnel dotted his open chest cavity, illuminated by the light of his spark chamber. Rumble had staggered off-balance into your workshop whining about the prodding pieces of broken metal keeping him from transforming properly, yet youād barely managed to get two wires back in place before he started squirming and whingeing and slinging verbal abuse at you.
Ā Not that you weren't used to it, any interactions with Rumble and Frenzy usually involved some level of bullying. Fortunately, the two cassettes are also incredibly predictable. As soon as you would threaten to take away or withhold what they're asking for, theyād start falling all over themselves with apologies and placations. After all, you may not have been the only mechanic in the area, but you were certainly their favorite.
āAre you going to actually let me work? Or are you going to start yelling at me again?ā
āYellinā? Who's yellinā? Yer the mechanic here, my spark is in your squishy little hands. Do your magic, doc.ā He sat back again, servos clutching the edges of your workbench in a show of effort, a genuine attempt to keep them still (or however genuine any show of rule-following from Rumble could be.)
āThat's what I thought. Now let me actually fix a few things before you start whining again.ā Your gloved hands dipped back into his chest cavity, skirting the edges of his spark chamber to pick away at the bits of loose shrapnel stuck in some of the wires. His frame shuddered, a hiss of steam escaping through his dentae as your knuckles brushed the underside of the spark casing.
āC-Careful,ā He said again, with significantly less bite to his tone.
āDoes it hurt?ā
āSomethinā like dat.ā
āI'll be careful, so let me know if it gets to be too much.ā You smoothed a palm down the armor covering his stomach, flinching back when you heard another sharp hiss of steam.
āIām fine! It's fine! Justā¦ do ya gotta be all on topāa me like dis?ā
āI can't reach properly if you're laying down. If you're standing you might keel over on me, and I really don't feel like being squished to death today.ā He let out a low grumble as you jacked another cable back into its proper port. āI'll try to be quick, that way you won't have to worry about my āhuman germsā and you can get outta here. Deal?ā
āYeah, yeah. Just-ā
āBe careful. I know.ā
And with that you went to work, separating and organizing cables, taping off leaky tubing and removing pieces of scrap metal as gently as you could. Every once in a while Rumble would jerk or twitch beneath your touch, letting out a muffled curse or huff but sparing you from his usual complaints. It wasā¦ uncharacteristically quiet, for sure. This was the most extensive repair you'd ever done on him, though, so maybe he was just having surgery jitters.
āOkay, I've gotten most of the shrapnel out. But there's a piece right behind your spark casing.ā
āWell? Get it outta there!ā
āI'm going to, but I need to get my whole hand in there. I'm warning you now because it's going to be bumping up against your spark casing a lot. I'm going to do my best but you have to tell me if it hurts too much.ā
Rumble let out a long, pathetic groan. āActually doc, maybe you can just leave dat one in there? F-For funsies?ā
āEh?! Rumble, Iām not gonna just āleave it in thereā! It's gotta come out.ā
āSomething's gonna come out if you keep proddinā around in there like datā¦ā
āWhat was that?ā
āGh! Nothinā! Don't worry ābout it!ā
ā...Okay. Iām gonna start now. Are you ready?ā Rumble only responded with gritted dentae and a tense nod. Working your gloved hand under his spark chamber, you could feel the ambient energy making the hairs on your arm stand on end as you felt for the jagged edge of broken metal. Your glove blocked your view entirely, so you were left blindly groping your way up the metal surface, feeling for anything bent or out of place. When your fingers could no longer reach any further while still avoiding the casing, you slid forward and ducked slightly into Rumbleās open chest, the back of your hand pressing up against the underside of his spark chamber.
CLANG!
You jumped, and if it weren't for Rumbleās arm wrapping around you and almost crushing you into his open chest you may have jostled the sensitive chamber even further. You slid your hand back again, easing off of the reinforced glass, and his grip receded.
āWhat the hell was that? And what was that clang?ā
āI said don't worry ābout it!ā He hissed, voice glitchy with static. āEverythinās totally normal, I dunno why you're getting all jumpy ābout- MMNGH?!ā You moved your hand up again into the same position, and Rumble let out an embarrassingly high whimper. You glanced up at his face, a flush of pink behind the usual grey and beading with coolantā¦ and something clicked.
āOh my God are you getting off on this?ā
āN-No!ā
Behind you you heard a sharp snikt, and the sound of pressurizing hydraulics.
ā...Maybe?ā
āJesus fucking Christ.ā
āH-Hey, don't go gettinā a big head or nothinā! A botās spark chamber is sensitive! Don't go thinkinā this is cause of your squishy frame or your soft little digits or nothinā!ā He seemed to almost shrink in on himself, face plate practically glowing as his shoulders pulled up around his helm. You'd never say it to his face, but he looked surprisinglyā¦ small, at this moment. You heaved an exhausted sigh.
āOkay. Okay. I'm going to get this last piece out, alright? It's the last one. And whatever happens while I'm doing that..? It just happens. We won't bring it up again, no need to be embarrassed. Deal?ā
āāDeal?!?āā He squawked, positively scandalized. āHow do I know yer not gonna gossip with Frenzā the next time he's in for a tune-up?ā
āWell Frenzy usually never lets me get a word in edgewise, first of all.ā You huffed. This was way more than you'd signed up for. āI'm not going to make fun of you, Rumble. Letās just get you patched up, then you can head home. Okay?ā
His mouth was pulled into a tight, wobbly frown as he glanced down at you, choking out a single word. ā...Promise?ā
āI promise.ā
ā...Slag. alright, let's get dis over with.ā He lolled his head back against the table with a clank, resigning himself to his fate. This time, when your knuckles brushed his spark casing, he couldnāt stifle his soft moan. Your fingers felt further and further up, until almost your entire hand was behind the glass bubble containing his pulsing spark. Finally, you could feel the jagged piece of metal. You wrapped your fingers around it and gave it an experimental tug. It stuck fast, and your hand bumping against Rumble's spark only pulled another surprised moan from him.
āW-Watch it!ā He yelped, sounding too fucked-out to come across as actually threatening.
āIt's really stuck in there. I'm going to start working it out, so let me know if you need me to stop.ā
āWhā¦ workinā it out? Whadda ya- ohhhā¦~āĀ
With your thumb and forefinger gripping the edge of the broken metal, you began to wiggle it gently back and forth to ease it from the plating and wires around it. Each time you moved the back of your hand rubbed up against the far side of his spark chamber, warmth radiating through your glove as Rumble started to vent more harshly.
āSlagā¦ slag! Don't think it's ever been touched back there before. Feelsā¦ feels crazy.ā He moaned. The metal of your work table shrieked and crumpled like cardboard under his iron grip, desperate to keep his servos off of himself or, Primus forbid, you. The piece stuck firm, and as you braced your other hand against the outside paneling of his chest to readjust your balance he let out a sharp, staticky yelp. āS-STOP!ā
You froze immediately. āAre you okay? What's wrong?ā
A few shuddering vents were your only response for a moment, Rumbleās visor lights flickering frantically as he tried to steady himself. āWhoooā¦ Almost blew my top for a second there.ā
āSeriously?ā
āHey! Yer the one that told me to tell ya if I need ya to stop! I'll be slagged to the Pit before I let some āsquishyā run my charge like dat.ā
ā...Can I start again? Iām making some progress here.ā
ā...Y-Yeah. Yeah. Yer good.ā
You let out another soft sigh, trying to focus on the rhythmic sktch sktch sktch of metal on metal rather than Rumbleās shivering whines. His vocalizer pitched and warbled with static, attempts to stifle his own words slowly giving way to a deluge of fucked-out babbles.
āAh! Gh! Ohh, mmnh, stupid little hands feelinā all- nnh!~ Jusā get it outta there! Please?ā
Iām working on it. Youāre doing good, just hang in there.ā Your placations only resulted in another desperate moan. After what couldnāt have been more than another thirty seconds or so, he blurted out again.
āAh! Stop!ā
You retracted your hand for a moment, letting Rumble gasp for breath above you in a futile attempt to cool his core. You rubbed at his chest paneling as he shivered beneath you hard enough that you thought bolts were going to start coming undone. Even the paneling you were seated upon was burning up, heat seeping through the fabric of your coveralls. His glowing face plate was slick with coolant. Without thinking, you reached up and swept away a bead of it with your thumb, making him jump.
āH-Hey, quit datā¦ā He groaned, all bite lost from his tone.
āRumbleā¦ The more you keep stopping me the longer this is going to take.ā
āYou think I donāt know dat?!ā One of his arms draped dramatically over his face. āIām tryinā! But you just keep pokinā around in there and itās all touchy and itās makinā me feel like my spikeās gonna burst and I canāt take it anymore!ā He sniffled. Could Cybertronians even sniffle? You werenāt sure, but he sounded close to tears.
āRumbleā¦ Have you ever actually edged yourself before?ā
āWhu- Whuh? Howās dat any of yer business?ā
āIām just thinkingā¦ā You ran a placating hand down his shivering plating. āIf you havenāt it can be really overwhelming, and-ā
āI can handle it! I-I can!ā
āLet me finish. It can be really overwhelming, and I donāt want you to hurt yourself further. Justā¦ take a deep breath for me, okay?ā You took a slow, steadying breath, and after a second he mimicked it. āGood. Just think about letting go, okay? Iām not going to judge you. Just think about it.ā
He let out a low, pitying grumble, peeking at you from behind his arm plating. ā...You can start again.ā
Once again, your hands dipped into his chest cavity. Only this time you slid both hands up behind his spark casing, gripping as much of the broken metal as you could reach. As you rocked it back and forth Rumbleās moans returned with a fervor, one servo finally flying to cup your lower back.
āAh! Ah! Slag, oh slag please! Please donāt stop Iām so fragginā close.ā He fisted the back of your uniform, crumpling the cheap fabric between his digits. āCāmon, cāmon cāmon cāmon I need it!ā
āShh, Iāve got you baby. Just let it happen.ā
With a metallic shriek and a gush of brackish oil the shrapnel popped free, the force enough to send you sprawling if not for Rumbleās servo in the small of your back. Of course, said unexpected force also slammed the backs of both your hands right into the underside of his spark chamber, and Rumbleās voice box screeched into a wail of radio static. Something hot and sticky splattered up the back of your coveralls; said something you decidedly were not going to look at until later. His frame rattled and shivered beneath you, steam venting and joints glitching and spark pulsating a near-blinding glow.Ā Finally, after a burst of noise and sparks and twitching, he went slack beneath you, helm clanking against the workbench as his optics flickered.
As delicately as you could, you removed the oil-slick shrapnel and let it clatter onto the floor before shedding your gloves and dabbing at his face plate with the cuff of your sleeve. With the whir of an old monitor blipping back to life, his visor blinked back up to its standard brightness.
āWhuhā¦ Wheh?ā He garbled.
āHow you feeling, hun?ā
āLike I got struck by lightninā... but in like a nasty way.ā
You choked back a snort. āWell, Iāve got all the worst of it over with. Feel free to rest for a while if you need it. Iām gonna go change my jumpsuit.āĀ
He let you slide off his lap without a fight, not even commenting until youād turned around to make your way over to your office. Only then did he let out a low, salacious whistle when heād finally caught sight of the back of your uniform.
āComm me next time yer free, doc. Then I can repay da favor.ā
A human some how managing to find themselves trapped in a mechs modesty plating while theyāre in a meeting, and canāt help but squirm and struggle to get free from behind the plating but the mech wonāt let them out.
*SLAMS THE FUCKING DESK*
YES.
THIS IS ONE OF MY TOPPPPPPP FUCKING FANTASIES. You guys are like psychics how do you see into my brain like this. And man MAAANNN thereās so many ways this could go. Under the cut since I donāt wanna blast yāall in the face with paragraphs of porn BAHAHAA
One way is the āoh no this is sort of an awkward position for us bothā scenario. The mech would get in trouble if he got caught with a human in such a position, and neither of them like it, but it was the faster thing they could think of in order to hide them. He just tries to stay as still as possible, trying to make sure youāre at least somewhat comfortable in this unfortunate situation. And you try and stay still tooā as he could feel every little twitch of your body against him, and with such gentle touches on his spikeā¦ he canāt help himself as his spike starts rising to attention.
Two. The mech absolutely loves the power heās holding over you right now. He feels your little body pressed up against his spike, struggling as heās trapped you in such an intimate part of himself. It wouldnāt be such a big deal, right? You could chill there till the meeting was over. Though he knows thatās obviously not the case, based on your ceaseless squirming. But that was his whole, he knew you wouldnāt rub up on him otherwise if you donāt have a reason to. Your little hands thrashing on him until he shifts his legs, moving his spike in such a way that pins you entirely between his panel and spike. All you can do is uselessly wriggle around, a buzzing feeling that makes the mech have to choke down a moan in front of his companions at the meeting. His spike pressurizes in its casing, leaving you with even less room to breathe, and your eyes widen at the sight above youā an oncoming bead of pre-fluid building and daring to slip its way atop you. And even higher, blocked by the panel that covers you, the mech canāt help but bite his derma in anticipation, even more excited at just the thought of you covered in his transfluid.
Three. Yāall know me Iām a sucker for unaware. By some wild chain of events you end up in the mechās panel with him none the wiserā maybe he was a mech too big to notice you. But the mech sits down for his meeting suddenly and without warning, already pressing you between the wall of his panel and his spike. Heās a little confused as his systems tell him of a feeling down in that areaā but, as far as he was aware, nothing was down there to be felt. No matter how many times he internally resets his systems, the sensation never goes away. The meeting is about to begin so he canāt spend anymore time worrying about it, so he just dismisses it as a glitch in his nervecircuitry heād just have to check out later. Meanwhile, inside his panel, you try desperately to get the big mechās attention, but he pays no mind to you. Thinking nothingās wrong, the mech casually crosses his legs, and youāre utterly squished between his legs, spike, and paneling. You are completely trapped, tiny body subject to his unaware whimsā and with how he didnāt notice you, who knows how long youād be stuck thereā¦
Okay I think I might be fully into the idea of wanting to fuck a cybertronian I can't stop thinking about it like I'm sorry but having a giant alien robot slut me out in every way possible especially since they have such advanced technology there's a lot of kinky stuff you can do with them and
Lol I was suffering greatly when making that post-
But ya- I just like to think heād be the type to put anything in his mouth so a lil blood wonāt scare him off.
Now this can go two ways- heās eating out a human or we can use the power of fiction to give cybertronians periods. Either way, rider is down to go down. He might get annoyed at the cleanup, but hose him down like a wild animal and allās good!
And on a lil hornier sideā¦ imagine his delight when his bloody partner is super into it cause they havenāt been able to properly get off without a huge mess. Heād be like a dog finally getting its treat
I absolutely get it, my periods stop me from walking sometimes, in all honesty šµāš«real nasty punishment for existing, aren't they?
frag yeah though! love a guy who's down to support someone & doesn't view menstruation as an ew yucky sinful thing. my personal favorite thing to imagine is having Cybertronians get eaten out on their periods... make that man SQUIRM. Or one of 'em slowly fragging their partner through it, not caring that much about the mess, just going on with it. Maybe even enjoying the mess.
just gotta say, I am absolutely in LOVE with your Prowl art. am I the only one who wants to see that man get eaten out? I want that twink obliterated š«µ
hi sideplug, thank you so much! š„°ā¤ļø im glad people seem to like it, seeing as its pretty much the only thing im drawing lately lol.
openin a couple requests slots. nothing big, just a sketch of your favorite characters going at it
I am bored as hell and hāŖrny as hell
to request:
- post a comment
- include the character(s) you want me to draw (I will do no more than two, maybe three)
- include any poses, themes, general ideas, or k&nks you want me to add
- bonus - please include a link to a ref or something if this is a more obscure character. I'm more than happy to draw OCs, I just need a reference.
this is for the first five people only, so do not comment if five people have already commented. also, there isn't any real guarantee that you'll 100% get your sketch done, as with all free things. but hey, I'll give it a shot.
TFP/bayverse characters are strictly off-limits for me, I refuse to draw the IDW character Rung, and I likewise refuse to draw anything abusive, proshippy, et cetera. I won't draw anything involving gore or scat (no matter how mild) or hard/medical drug use, especially needles. besides that, literally anything goes. I am into everything. test me.
After going through @warlordenfiladeās doujinshi when we were visiting, I got inspired to draw my very first OTP, something that I was surprised Iāve never done in the three-plus decades Iāve been in the fandom.
Will be finishing this in watercolour.Ā
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