another idea for the decepticon cuddle kink (i think thats what its called, sorry im on mobile) is like they have a thing for like them soiling an autobot's purity and like making them really into sex (cause they think that autobots are "pure" and dont like the sex) but in reality its all just REALLY vanilla stuff like srsly decepticons? step it up
HHEHEHEHEHE. I like this. ;D [For reference.]
They’re just....total weenies with their kinks. But to them, it’s the most hardcore stuff in existence. B]]].
Alright. Have some sins from me regarding the newest MTMTE.
Just imagine that one of the guards has taken an interest in Quark and sneaks into his cell, usually a few times a week. He always sits beside Quark and strokes all over his alt mode, telling Quark that it’s a shame that a “pretty little scope” like him is trapped there.
So the guard’s hands knead around his len’s scope, message his knobs, skillfully pinch his plating. Quark is always scared, but it’s the only positive-ish physical contact he gets. But eventually...he just gets ignored by the other guards and he just gets used to the guard. And even...looks forward to the visits.
Also I kind of like the idea of the guard being able to find his valve even being locked in alt mode and helping Quark relax. B]]]
It’s probably too late to do it for this year, but I think there should be a new trend. Like shown in this fic, everyone should either draw or write a robot painting their spike like a candy cane during the holidays. B]]]
What better way to celebrate Christmas than with sinning? Yes/yes?
ok, ok. So, @larrydraws reallly nice art of Megatron and Drift made me think of something and it won’t leave me alone. Drift and Megatron use to something of an item. Not just frag buddies, but not quite lovers either. But they understood each other’s needs while interfacing.
So flash forward to Drift seeing Megs back on the LL when he and Ratchet eventually sobhurryupRoberts return. Drift is initially shocked to see how the chain of command has changed. And then angry. And when he gathers enough thoughts to approach Megatron, all he does is angrily kiss him and then retreats to his room. Megatron doesn’t react, but he’s a bit disappointed because he was actually looking forward to seeing Drift again.
A few hours/days later, Megatron is called to a private room by Ratchet/Perceptor. I honestly could see this being either a Dratchet or Driftceptor thing, so I’ll leave it up to the reader for their preference 8). And when he gets there, there’s Drift tied and he’s writhing in his restraints. His partner explains that Drift’s been so caught up on Megatron and he’s been so wild. So, his partner, casually lounging in a chair asks Megatron if he would like to break Drift in.
Megatron is free to decline, but...hm...seeing Drift struggle on the berth and arch up so wantonly is tantalizing. He approaches Drift and says “Hello, Deadlock,” which draws a low moan out of Drift. Megatron’s fingers dance on his frame and he just talks about how much he missed seeing the spunk and attitude from one of his favorite soldiers.
So Drift thrashes again and tells him to go frag off, so Megatron chuckles and says how much he missed Drift’s need for violence and climbs over him. Drift’s partner watches with a voyeuristic tendency and gives direction, like “Stroke his hips” or “Pin him harder”. So it turns into a very fun welcome back frag and it ends up with Drift turning into a very needy and whimpering mess.
This is a preview of a ficlet I’m writing atm. B]]]
Will eventually end up with Rodimus/Ultra Magnus and Rodimus/Megatron.
"You're in my seat," Rodimus stated, frowning at the sight of Megatron lounging in the captain's chair. He scowled when Megatron paused from reading the datapad in his hand, glanced to Rodimus, and refocused his attention back to said pad without a word. "Ahem! Maybe you should get your audials check out. I said, you are in my seat."
"Is that so?" Megatron replied dryly, optics never moving off the datapad. "I was under the impression that this chair was for the captain'S' of the ship."
"Nope!" Rodimus snapped and stalked closer. "My chair. My.Chair. Move your big bucket head out of my chair."
"After my shift is over, I just might," Megatron replied with a smirk and quickly activated the chair, using it to spin in the opposite direction.
Rodimus snarled, servos balling into fists, spoiler flaring at a high angle against his shoulders. He stomped after Megatron and glared down at the co-captain. "Fine! You want a battle, Megsy?" he hissed with a scowl and without notice deposited himself onto Megatron's lap. "You got a battle."
"My name is Megatron," the ex-Decepticon corrected him and moved the datapad out in the air to Rodimus' left. He did not otherwise react to Rodimus and leaned back against the captain's chair to continue on reading.
Rodimus smirked. He would play stubborn for a few minutes, but Megatron would give in and find somewhere else to sit. He just knew it.
Minutes passed and Rodimus was nearly shaking in excitement, knowing HIS chair would be rightfully returned to him. He waited anxiously for a reaction, ignoring the laughter from the current crew stationed on deck.
"Report," Megatron commanded calmly, silencing the giggles from Blaster and the others.
"Everything is normal...relatively, so far, captain," Blaster replied with a grin and stared at the pair with a far too amused expression.
Rodimus glared at Blaster.
And then, Ultra Magnus walked onto the bridge and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Megatron and Roimus. He hesitated, looking like he was really reconsidering his life choices at the moment, and nearly turned on his heels to leave just as quickly he arrived.
"Ultra Magnus!" Megatron called out and waved beckoning hand out.
Magnus frowned, pinched at the bridge between his optics, and cautiously approached them.
"Errm," the third in command sputtered, sweeping his gaze across them both.
"You'll be monitoring the communications and overseeing Blaster's work. Understood?" Megatron explained calmly and handed off his datapad to Ultra Magnus.
Magnus noded silently and sent a questioning glance to Rodimus.
"Proceed with the shift. It's merely another, normal day," Megatron spoke up.
Rodimus scowled in irritation. So, Megatron was going to play tough guy? He just had to up the ante a few fraction and his chair would be his again.
The captain yawned loudly and obnoxiously and stretched his frame in an over exaggeration, roughly pushing back against Megatron's body. He continued to fidget and move back and forth in attempts to aggravate Megatron in moving. And it went on for several minutes. There wasn't a single nibble of the co-captain accepting the bait though, to his disappointment.
"Prepare for some minor turbulence!" someone called out.
Almost instantaneously, the ship jolted and shook suddenly. Behind him, Megatron's hands gripped into the chair's armrest as the force caused their frames to grind together. Rodimus blinked a few times before his optics brightened and a mischievous grin crept onto his face. He leaned back again, adjusting his back so it was pressed directly into Megatron's chest.
He gave a few sways of the hip, grinding his aft down onto Megatron's lap. He was sure he felt a surprised shiver run up Megatron's body and smirked again. He'd get his chair back in no time, even if he had to turn on Megatron's sad state of a body to do so. This was personal.
It was innocent enough the first few times Rodimus pulled the stunt. But the time between each jerking motion shrank and soon enough, several curious sets of optics watched the 'show'. Rodimus didn't care. He only wanted his chair back. Shamelessly, his aft glided back and forth, pressing his pert surface down into the co-captain's crotch.
However, the smug belief that Megatron would shove off out of his chair quickly died down. An hour had already passed and he was no closer to drawing a reaction from the mech, but more the bridge had been attracted to the scene and many were observing intently. Rodimus was starting to grow...hot. His frame carried nuances of sensitive shivers. Here he was, trying to get a rise out of Megatron's frame, and yet...something told him that the heat on Rodimus' aft wasn't coming from the co-captain.
I’m just really loving the idea of Megatron and Rodimus exploring each other’s holoform. Like. Megatron discovers Roddy’s has a super brightly color flame tramp stamp. And Rodimus discovers that Megatron is actually ticklish, Nautica just never found the right area. I’m guessing either the back of Meg’s neck of the crook of his knees or something. Megatron’s laugh is totally reserved though and soft, but he smiles and writhes when Rodimus tickles him.
And then...then Rodimus gives Megatron a private pole dance in his room. But rodimus is dressed in lady stripper clothes and has no idea. Megatron asks but Rodimus is 10000000% sure it’s accurate so shut it Megs....Then it moves onto some awkward roleplay...
Rodimus tells him to give orders, but Megatron just awkwardly shrugs and says things like “Uh....Remove your outer layer of human skin.” “Stroke your human....spike?” “Do humans even have those?”
