Jazz sweet talks Prowl into using a spike sheath docking toy. It's compact enough to allow his panel to close over it, and Prowl agrees to not remove the toy until Jazz permits it.
It vibrates. Stimulating the walls of his sheath and spike head. Jazz was expecting Prowl to drop his classically stoic demeanor and become a whimpering mess, but that does not happen. Instead, Prowl carries on with his daily tasks while seemingly unfazed.
It takes some time, but cracks begin to form in Prowl's impassive armour. A little twitch here, a stifled moan there, stumbling over a sentence and needing to reset himself. It's an absolute blast to watch. Jazz has his bets, but he's curious to see just how long it'll take before Prowl's composer collapses.
I have read a LOT of JazzProwl fics in my three years hyperfixating on Transformers (kind of have to with J/P being 90% of fics where Jazz gets any relevancy), but I come to you all with a beseeching plea.
Where are the JazzProwl fics where Jazz is the one being courted and sought after as Prowl is pursuing him? Where is the JazzProwl content where Prowl is openly affectionate and loving, even if awkward about it? The fics where it's reciprocal behavior for them, or even just Prowl being the primary pursuer the relationship?
I like JazzProwl!! But I feel like there has to be more content with Prowl being proactive and invested than I've been finding lately. There's got to be more where it's not Jazz doing majority of the work to have a functioning (if not always healthy) relationship. More fics and art of Jazz being shown love by Prowl and not Jazz always being the affectionate one while Prowl is just flustered/blushing/being publicly stoic/etc. Give me fics of Jazz being the one who gets the love and affection and not always having to work overtime to "earn" it by proving his worth to Prowl (or everyone being like "Prowl manage your mech" like Jazz is a fucking toddler drawing on the walls).
I'm not even going to list fics I've already read that I remember because I want everything ya got. Who knows, maybe I binged it too fast the first time I read it, and I could give it another go. I don't really do bookmarks on AO3, so my life is a roulette wheel of remembering how many fics I've already read, but it's been a loooooot.
I will say I rarely ever read anything under 1k words. I can't taste a bite that small.
(I will also plead for accept recs of them being utter gremlins to each other and yet somehow working out, I love that dynamic with them.)
oh my god, I forgot to post again
tf kinktober 2025, day 25
Throne room || Wireplay {o||o}
{Any continuity megasound wireplay where Megatron needs help doing some maintenance and Soundwave is the only mech he can trust to do so properly}
{Warnings for: wireplay, tactile interfacing, plug and play, sort of master/servant play?, topping from the bottom, maintenance turned sexual, they say they’re casual but they’re really not, we NEED more submissive Megs bc the implications of him being submissive and the struggle he likely experiences with that because of his past are incredibly interesting but y’all are cowards}
Maintenance. Of all the things Megatron hated— of which there were many— maintenance was certainly up there on the list. Sure, a good oil bath and buffing was nice, but everything else about maintenance dragged on far longer than Megatron had the time to deal with.
Luckily for him, he had an extremely loyal intelligence officer who was more than willing to assist him at a moment’s notice.
And that’s how lord Megatron found himself sitting in his bulky but bare throne with Soundwave sitting in his lap. The cassette carrier’s legs straddled the warlord’s thighs, keeping him in place as he carefully picked through his tangled internals. While Megatron would prefer to do this in the privacy of his own hab, he wasn’t foolish enough to leave his troops alone to govern themselves for longer than a few joors— and even that was pushing it.
Thankfully, Soundwave was being relatively quick about his work.
As if to directly contradict that thought, a particularly tangled bunch of wires gave Soundwave enough trouble for him to firmly tug against the obstacle. Megatron, for his part, reacted with decent poise and gave no more than a moan at the sudden stimulation, digging his digits into the armrests as he kept himself in line. When the sensation ebbed, Soundwave gave a garbled hum in apology before continuing in his goal.
In an attempt to distract himself, Megatron picked up a data pad to check things off or deny unnecessary requests, but didn’t get very far as the feeling of Soundwave’s deft digits digging deeper into his components made him tense and his hips buck despite his best efforts. A groan escaped him, the warlord biting down on his derma to stifle himself and hopefully save his pride somewhat.
It didn’t go unnoticed, however. Nothing ever snuck past Soundwave’s sensors.
“Lord Megatron: willing to proceed?”
“Of course,” said lord scoffed, pretending like that lapse in control hadn’t happened, “Continue.”
“Permission to hardline?”
Megatron raised a single brow ridge, “Is there a reason for it?”
“Reason: tracking progress and insuring no damage is done.”
“I highly doubt you of all mecha would purposefully injure me— if you even could.”
“Hardline: not necessary, but may assure comfort.”
That not only got another scoff from him, but also a roll of his optics. Since when had Megatron ever concerned himself with his own comfort? He’d experienced far worse things than wire management.
“Do whatever you please,” he relented hesitantly, “Within reason, of course.”
“Affirmative.”
Coaxing the data port in Megatron’s thigh open, Soundwave then opened his own with a click and pulled their data cables out. Carefully plugging them into their respective ports, Megatron hissed once the connection initiated and foreign code began circulating through his own. It had been quite some time since he hardlined with another being and it was unfortunately obvious.
“Lord Megatron: experiencing discomfort?”
Apparently, it had been a while since Soundwave had hardlined too, considering the feeling pulsing through the warlord was anything but uncomfortable. Primus, why hadn’t he done this with the intel specialist sooner? Outside of his inherent lack of trust in anyone, what had held him back?
“N… no discomfort,” he grit out, trying to keep any incriminating noise from escaping and making a fool of himself, “Continue.”
Soundwave obeyed, almost eagerly so, and reinvigorated his efforts. Despite all of Megatron’s best attempts, short gasps and moans left his intake without his permission and were no doubt ruining his carefully curated reputation as a hardened battlemech. He was suddenly very glad that both Starscream and Shockwave were too busy with their own tasks to witness such a pathetic scene. Starscream would undoubtedly use this to his advantage somehow, knowing that little squeaky traitor.
“Relax.”
Somehow, that gentle order did something stranger to his internals than the servos currently organizing them. Megatron swallowed a moan when the other mech untangled a tight cord and relief flooded his system, only to stare wide-eyed in shock when Soundwave seemingly moaned on his behalf. It took him an embarrassingly long moment to understand why that had happened.
“You’ve made it a two-way connection,” he spoke unevenly, more so a statement than a question.
“Affirmative,” Soundwave confirmed, struggling to keep his hips from jerking, “Query: is it a problem?”
Megatron, finally finding some footing instead of feeling like a lost scraplet on an organic planet, brought his large servos from the throne’s armrests up Soundwave’s thighs, receiving a shudder that echoed through the hardline and left phantom sensations across his own thigh guards. A knowing smirk found his faceplate, a new warmth spreading through his systems as his arousal began to steady in its rise.
“No problem at all, Soundwave,” he glanced up at the mech working on him with a half-lidded look, “My most loyal servant.~”
A more violent shudder wracked Soundwave’s frame, a staticky whine emanating from deep within his rectangular chassis. A wave of heat pulsed through the warlord’s lines, making him groan in second-hand pleasure. He couldn’t help the fond chuckle that escaped him.
“Had I known you enjoyed praise in berth as much as you do in your work, I would have rewarded you far sooner.~”
A long moan escaped the usually quiet mech, servos tensing and tugging at Megatron’s few unkempt wires. That combined with the connection made his back strut bow, his voice box crackling as he invented sharply.
“Or, perhaps, I may have allowed you to maneuver me however you see fit?” the normally self assured warrior found himself hesitant yet still offering, “Allow you control and I as your humble servant.~”
A tactile overload, blinding and sudden, overtook both simultaneously, likely initiated by Soundwave. A long, beautiful klik passed where Megatron clung to the intel officer’s thick thighs and Soundwave planted his servos against the back of the throne to keep himself from pinning the warlord when they came down. And when they did, the quiet that filled the vast room was far more comfortable now than it had been in the beginning of this menial task Megatron hated.
With a weak huff of a laugh, Megatron placed his helm crest again Soundwave’s chassis and vented hard as he recovered.
“That is certainly something we are going to discuss,” he smiled knowingly when Soundwave shuddered one last time, “Perhaps you can convince me to enjoy maintenance work yet.~”
Unrequited love OPRatch it makes me heart ache. Optimus and Megaton are busy having their soulmates/situationship while Ratchet continues to serve Optimus with absolute dedication and love.
He is so love sick it absolutely causes pain when he sees those sparks of chemistry between Op and Meg. Because he knows the two will always, always come back to each other. He will never be able to slide in with Optimus. He could never in good conscience manipulate Op into a relationship of any kind and it’s his own kindness on the matter that destroys him.
He so blind with the hopeless love that he ignores his own suitors (Wheeljack/Drift/ect). It’s so strong he can’t ignore it and it makes Ratchet hate Megatron even more. Megatron took his home, his family, his culture, and worst of all, he took Optimus. His destiny stolen.
After vorns, vorns, Jazz is finally back at the autobot base after a mission. The first thing he does is climb into bed with Bumblebee and sleep for seventeen joors.
A while back, there was this very well done Transformers Alt Mode Personality Quiz. However, it has since been deleted and/or destroyed. Therefore, I have taken upon myself to recreate it and make it better to the best of my abilities.
How does any of this relate to you? I can hear you thinking.
Well, I am not super knowledgeable about alt modes and the personalities / stereotypes connected to them, and although I can simply spend hours researching the subject, I thought it would be fitting if I asked Tumblr. (That and I am low-key curious about what you all think)
So, uh, help me out and type out some of your thoughts about alt modes and any facts about the subject. Anything will be appreciated
…you guys think any of the transformers have a genuine phobia of humans (or other small organics) like not a hate or even a simple disgust but an actual honest to god irrational FEAR. We see enough cybertronians either explicitly like, hate, or be disgusted by humans but never really fear, especially to the point of a phobia, in practice I’d assume it’d be similar to insect or spider phobias, basically just a fear of little creepy crawlies scuttling around on you but it would be so funny- in some ways we’re like jumping spiders, smart and curious and perhaps a bit mischievous, and also very quick for our size.
Speaking as someone who is generally freaked out by spiders and has recently had 2 jumping spiders use me as a flotation device in a pool, I can confirm it is extremely unsettling to see them look you in the eye and then take off towards your neck area 💀 I didn’t squish them as they’re actually very friendly to humans but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t actively full body shivering and making awful noises as I felt them scuttle around where I couldn’t see them.
The long and short of it is that I would like to see a human use their robot buddy as a rock climbing wall and have said robot buddy be silently crying in horror the entire time at the feeling of a little squishy thing scrambling up their body at a surprising pace.
