Is the ask box still open? May I ask for Hot Rod/Soundwave content?? Please and Thankyou ❤️❤️
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Some spicy Cyberverse Soundrod coming right up
Additional content: public sex, possessive themes, mild masochism, wall sex
Of course he just had to get a darker paint job. It’s because he’s been through a lot, because he needed a change, Soundwave knows this but can’t help the ideas and connections his processor makes with the black paint and scorching flames glaring in his vision. It’s loud and still undeniably vibrant much like Hot Rod himself but now there’s new context and a deeper meaning. There’s a need, a claim for power that’s so Decepticon but Soundwave knows that he can’t mention that, it’s not what Hot Rod had intended. Even so, it makes Soundwave feel that Hot Rod had somehow become more… obtainable. It’s a ridiculous notion for sure even with the tentative truce that’s formed that he could spend some more time with the Autobot, that he could ask Hot Rod out for fuel, that he could run his hands over his dark plates, that he could push Hot Rod up against a wall… Soundwave shakes his helm and regains focus on the mechs in front of him. Hot Rod had been talking to Bumblebee about something from their past, a race or that’s what they had been talking about when Soundwave had spaced out, ogling Hot Rod’s paint job. Bumblebee leaves, called to another task by comm with only Hot Rod and Soundwave standing in the corridor.
Soundwave tries to think of something to say but Hot Rod beats him to it, “Heh, sorry about that. Didn’t mean to bore you…”
He rubs the back of his helm a little bashfully as though he was actually embarrassed, he probably was. Soundwave knows that his rather… placid body language comes off as unimpressed at best and intimidating at worst but that’s not at all how he wants Hot Rod to feel. A faint buzzing, foreign and insistent, hums in Soundwave’s lines.
“Admittedly racing isn’t one of my own interests.” Soundwave rolls his shoulders and tosses his helm back in an attempt to be casual but it comes off more smug than anything, “However, you seemed to enjoy it. I’m sure it’s different for those with racing frames.”
“Yeah…” Hot Rod looks off to the side, his smile going crooked with amusement then he returns his optics to Soundwave, “So, where were you?” When Soundwave narrows the light of his visor at him, he taps Soundwave’s helm, “I mean what were you thinking about?”
Soundwave catches Hot Rod servo in a gentle but firm grip and moves it from his helm but doesn’t let go.
“Your paint job,” Soundwave admits, not seeing any harm in divulging that much.
This has an unexpected effect on Hot Rod, he tenses and his servo flexes in Soundwave’s and his smile disappears making Soundwave’s spark shift uncomfortably in his chest.
“Is it that bad?” Hot Rod mutters off to the side, “I know it was kind of a dramatic change but I thought it looked cool…”
In a surge of trepidation, Soundwave grabs Hot Rod by the shoulders and steps forward to get closer only to set Hot Rod off balance so he stumbles back into the wall. Hot Rod makes a sound of surprise and grabs Soundwave’s arms to stabilize himself, looking at Soundwave when he’s against the wall. He stalls, staring at that red visor and knowing now, with experience, that Soundwave only has two settings: perfectly calm or completely dramatic that Soundwave doesn’t mean to hurt him. The intensity is still surprising. It’s just a paint job after all, there’s no need to worry too much about it. He could just change it if it looks bad. However, with the way Soundwave’s servos sliding over his armor, passing over his shoulders to settle on his arms, Hot Rod doesn’t think that’s the issue.
“Quite the opposite,” Soundwave assures him in a low tone Hot Rod’s never heard from him before.
Hot Rod swallows to hold back that cheeky smile threatening to break on his face. There was no mistaking the way Soundwave is looking at him now or the way his servos flex now that they’re actually on Hot Rod making a bubble of excitement burst in Hot Rod’s spark. Now that he knows what’s up, there’s no way he was going to let Soundwave off the hook so, he might as well play it up. Hot Rod turns his helm to the side, feigning dejection in a way that exposed his neck cables to Soundwave.
“Come on, it’s okay.” Hot Rod shrugs and smiles coyly, “I know the flames aren’t to everybody’s taste…”
Soundwave leans in closer, taking the bait only to stop short and clear his intake much to Hot Rod’s disappointment.
“I think they suit you,” Soundwave mumbles low, his course voice lowering to a soft growl.
“Glad you think so.” Hot Rod doesn’t hide his cheeky grin this time and pulls Soundwave closer.
Soundwave feels the brush of Hot Rod’s faceplate’s against his and runs his hands unconsciously over Hot Rod’s chest along the flame decals and sucks in air through his vents that’s shockingly cool in comparison to the warm frame under his fingers. Then, he presses his faceplate against Hot Rod’s neck with a static kiss as he trails his hands to Hot Rod’s hips. Hot Rod pulls Soundwave fully against him, pressing them together so he can feel the rapidly increasing pulse of Soundwave’s spark in his own chest. With another sharp invent, Soundwave feels Hot Rod’s cables between his seams and runs a finger over a hot fuel line getting Hot Rod to gasp. It’s such a lovely sound that Soundwave searches for every spot on Hot Rod’s frame that gets him to gasp and moan softly, tugging on seams and pressing his face against the fuel line at Hot Rod’s neck to send energy coursing through his lines. Hot Rod chuckles but it’s quickly cut off with another moan as Soundwave digs into his hips.
“You know if you like my paint job so much…” Hot Rod trails of as Soundwave peppers more static kisses over the plating around his collar then regains his voice, “How about we get some transferred onto you?”
Soundwave stills and pulls back to look at Hot Rod who’s now completely flushed, running hot and panting softly with his hands still rubbing along Hot Rod’s hips, his thumbs catching the edges of Hot Rod’s array. Hot Rod shrugs, his smile faltering as he loses some confidence but that’s quickly remedied by Soundwave hooking his hands under Hot Rod’s thighs and lifting him. With his hips between Hot Rod’s thighs, Soundwave grinds against him, his codpiece catching against Hot Rod’s, the heat between them increasing as charge transfers between them.
Soundwave presses his face against Hot Rod’s audial and growls, “Open for me.”
Hot Rod wraps his legs around Soundwave’s hips and obeys, his spike pressurizing between them and valve cover sliding free. Soundwave grinds against Hot Rod’s spike, the hot, flexible cabling rubbing easily against his pelvic plating, already slick with pre-fluid. Letting himself pressurize, Soundwave grunts as his spike brushes against Hot Rod’s and moans into Hot Rod’s audial as Hot Rod takes both of their spikes in one hand. Soundwave hisses as the ridges of their spikes catch with every thrust as Hot Rod squeezes down harder and harder, his vents going ragged as his cooling fans turn up to full. Gently, he moves Hot Rod’s hand away and shifts their position so his spike is pressed up against Hot Rod’s valve. Hot Rod tugs at Soundwave’s helm and moves him so that their helms are pressed together as Soundwave slides his spike between Hot Rod’s folds. Scratching the paint of Soundwave’s shoulders, Hot Rod drags his fingers down Soundwave’s back as the ridges of his spike catch Hot Rod’s node and tease his entrance. Thick lubricant covers Soundwave’s spike and starts to run down Hot Rod’s thighs.
“I want you inside me already,” Hot Rod pleads, his hips following every pass of Soundwave’s spike, “Take me, claim me.”
Soundwave grunts and grips Hot Rod’s hips in a harsh grip that makes Hot Rod yelp and cling to Soundwave.
“Careful, Hot Rod,” Soundwave growls a low warning in Hot Rod’s audial, “We Decepticons can be rather possessive when given the chance.”
Hot Rod moans and nods, pressing kisses against Soundwave’s helm and says, “Well, maybe sometimes we Autobots like to be possessed.”
Delight floods Soundwave’s spark and he pushes into Hot Rod who pulls in Soundwave as much as he can with his legs, a delightful burn forming in his valve as Soundwave’s spike stretches him open.
“All the way,” Hot Rod moans, “I want you all the way now.”
Hot Rod cuts him off, “I want it.”
Soundwave hesitates for a moment before hilting himself into Hot Rod fully, groaning at the feeling of Hot Rod’s hot valve around his spike. Hot Rod gasps and moans at the burn his valve that fades away as Shockwave rocks into him, grinding the head of his spike against the entrance to Hot Rod’s gestation tank. When Hot Rod nods, Soundwave thrusts slow and hard into him, his hips rubbing harshly against Hot Rod’s thighs. The thought of having dark, black marks on his blue plating to show everyone what he’d done forms in his mind and drives him to thrust harder into Hot Rod, his valve making obscene noises with every thrusts as their plates scrape roughly against each other. The sharp pain from the scrapes make Hot Rod gasp and he can feel his valve tighten around Soundwave’s spike, every sharp peak of pain mixing with the pleasure and driving Hot Rod closer to the edge. Soundwave had Hot Rod in his hands, his valve around his spike as he made the sweetest sounds pushing Soundwave closer to the edge.
“Hey S- whoa!” a voice stops Soundwave cold and he looks to see Acidstorm in the hall they’re in, frozen in shock.
“Leave,” Soundwave orders, his voice dark with rage and Acidstorm goes racing down the hall.
Hot Rod can feel his spark jump in his chest with fear and embarrassment at the sight of Acidstorm’s retreating form the memory that they’re still in the hallway hitting him like a block of ice. Seeming to not care they were seen, Soundwave starts thrusting into him again hard and Hot Rod nearly forgets everything.
“We should-” Hot Rod gasps and moans as Soundwave presses another static kiss to his neck, “We should go somewhere more private.”
“Any Decepticon that sees us will know better than to interfere,” Soundwave doesn’t slow down as he pants in Hot Rod’s audial, “Any Autobot that sees us will have to deal with me.”
Hot Rod thinks of one of his friends seeing him like this with Soundwave’s spike in him while he’s pinned against a wall and instead of shame he feels his charge build. He shakes it from his processor and focuses on the mech in front of him, looking down to see black streaks on Soundwave’s thighs. Leaning in, he bites Soundwave’s neck, groaning deep in his chest and gasps as hot transfluid floods his valve, spilling into his tank. Soundwave doesn’t slow down, transfluid and lubricant streaming from Hot Rod’s valve until Hot Rod cries out, his hips spasming on Soundwave’s spike as his valve flutters around it, trying to get every bit of transfluid as it can. Hot Rod falls limp in Soundwave’s arms, gasping and panting, and makes a soft noise when he feels himself be removed from the wall and carried down the corridor. In his temporary room, Soundwave sets Hot Rod down on the berth and finally pulls out of him then fetches a cloth to wipe them both down before crawling into the berth alongside Hot Rod.
He pulls Hot Rod into his arms and holds him tightly to his chest, venting in slowly, delighting in how perfectly Hot Rod fits in his arms and places a static kiss against Hot Rod’s helm. A few moments pass and Hot Rod feels recovered enough to stand so he begins to get up only to be pulled back down by Soundwave.
“I told you,” Soundwave whispers, “We Decepticons can be rather possessive when given the opportunity. I don’t just want a quick frag, Hot Rod. I will make you my mate and one of the most revered mechs in the optics of the Decepticons.”
Hot Rod’s optics go wide and he hides his face in Soundwave’s chest, “Isn’t that a bit fast?”
Soundwave hums and rubs Hot Rod’s back to soothe him, “If you don’t want this, you’re welcome to refuse…”
Hot Rod knows Soundwave enough now to detect the inconsistencies in his voice to know at least his general mood and right now he’s upset but Hot Rod knows he means it. He means it but doesn’t want it. Hot Rod snuggles in close to Soundwave and shakes his helm.
“I could try it out…” Hot Rod shrugs, “See how things go.”
Soundwave’s engine turns over so fast it startles Hot Rod but the heavy rumbles of Soundwave’s engine quickly calm him and he smiles to himself as Soundwave clings to him. His smile falters only a little as he rubs his plating over his gestation tank well aware of what might happen now.
