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Brainstorm and a few others decide it’s a fun idea to try flaming transfluid shots... Perceptor disapproves...

content: alcohol, handjob, cum eating, fire

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Can I have Rodimus getting spitroasted by Magnus and Thunderclash? ;))

...plus a little more ;)

Additional content: cum swallowing, multiple orgasms, (slight) belly bulge, walked in on, thigh job, hand job, blow job

....ye

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Agh, I messed up and deleted the ask accidentally because yeah BUT I still did the ask so.. here’s prowl/hook with submissive hook and binds, especially a leash

Icy optics look down at Hook, sending a shiver down his spinal strut. A harsh creak snaps in the air as Prowl’s hand tenses on the leash wrapped around it as he pulls Hook forward to further situate him between his thighs as he sits in the flimsy chair that makes do as his throne. Prowl runs his thumb over Hook’s lower lip as he keeps his gaze steady making Hook struggle unconsciously against the binds on his wrists. Hook parts his mouth at the pressure of Prowl’s thumb against his lips, his hot vents rushing out as the digit pushes past his lips and presses it against his wet glossa. A satisfied smirk spreads across Prowl’s face as he takes in Hook’s desperate look, his thumb pulling away from Hook’s panting mouth trailing a strand of oral fluid then running over Hook’s lower lip affectionately. Prowl lowers his helm to kiss Hook, feeling Hook’s desperate, hot pants on his lips before they mesh, Hook’s plating almost searing hot against his own. A sharp jolt of charge jumps over Prowl’s plating and he lets out a slow vent as he grins in excitement. As he breaks away, he pushes away the chair he’d been sitting on in favor of straddling Hook’s hips just short of his spike, the overheated plating all but burning Prowl’s thighs. Hook’s thick spike stands straight and rigid, shining with pre-fluid as the yellow biolights along its length flash wildly with the anticipation building in his lines as the heat becomes almost unbearable, his whole body humming with his fans working as hard as they can but he remains without relief. When Prowl grinds his valve cover down on Hook’s thick spike the heat seeps through his thick plating almost instantly, teasing his valve and making him gasp as he shudders.

Prowl panels open so fast the resounding “click” of them falling into place is audible above Hook’s heavy pants that have increased now at the site of Prowl’s wet valve. He wishes he could touch it so badly but once again, for all his straining, Hook is only met with the harsh sound of straining binds. The wet mesh against Hook’s spike is like a shock to his systems making his spike twitch between the folds of Prowl’s valve as Prowl sucks in a sharp vent at the sheer heat of the spike and he can feel his lubricant running from his valve onto Hook’s pelvic plating. With shaking legs, Prowl lifts up to run his valve along the length of Hook’s spike, the thick ridges bumping against his pulsing node. It becomes too much, even from such little contact and Prowl drags Hook towards him by the leash into a messy kiss that’s more a desperate mashing of glossa than anything. Prowl rises fully until the head of Hook’s spike is pressed against his entrance, his own internal temperature finally matching Hook’s as he sinks down on the thick spike.

Rolling his hips, Prowl feels the head of Hook’s spike press against his ceiling node, the thickness of the spike fills him so completely he can barely move so the roll of his hips are stunted. The ridges of Hook’s spike press and rub against node clusters making Prowl twitch and gasp. Finally, he slowly lifts up so Hook’s spike slides from his valve coated in lubricant with his valve squeezing hard down on the spike making Hook grunt and struggle against the binds, wanting to hold Prowl’s hips so badly. Hook’s spike slides free from Prowl’s valve with a string of lubricant that breaks and further coats the head of Hook’s spike that twitches as the biolights pulse erratically. Hook makes a sound of frustration at the loss of Prowl’s hot valve and strains once again against his binds only to fall slack, panting heavily from the charge and exertion. Prowl hums low with a satisfied smirk and presses his valve against the head of Hook’s spike, letting it slip through his folds while only letting it barely push past his entrance getting Hook to growl, the binds creaking even more dangerously.

With his spark pulsing rapidly in excitement at seeing Hook nearing his breaking point, Prowl slowly lowers himself back onto Hook’s spike, watching as Hook grits his denta at how agonizingly slow Prowl’s moving. Each ridge pushes past Prowl’s entrance in slow succession, met with the tightening of the binds on Hook’s arms, each subtle creak queuing Prowl to move even slower. Then, a harsh snap cracks in the air, and in a rush of movement Hook’s hands are on Prowl’s hips pushing him down the rest of the way onto his spike getting Prowl to cry out. Hook lifts Prowl back up and doesn’t so much as pause to remove the ripped binds from his arms as he begins to thrust wildly into Prowl, Prowl’s entire frame bouncing with the harsh movement. Prowl smiles with wicked excitement and tugs on the leash to bring Hook closer as the wet sound of Hook’s spike moving in and out of him fills the air, his hips aching wonderfully with the tightening of Hook’s hold. Hook moves Prowl onto his back and lifts up his hips so his spike can push deep into Prowl’s valve.

With one last jerky thrust, Hook cries out at the sudden burst of charge in his systems that catches him completely off-guard as transfluid spills from his spike coating Prowl’s valve completely. Prowl gasps and drags Hook down by the leash to kiss him as his own overload courses through him, his legs writhing around Hook’s hips until he falls back panting and spent.

Cupping Hook’s face, Prowl studies him with an affectionate, hazy look, “Such a bad mech, breaking your binds and making such a mess.”

Hook presses his face against Prowl’s hand, his face growing hot for a much different reason now.

Prowl hums and says, “I suppose I can forgive you this time.”

He kisses Hook’s cheek and sighs contentedly as Hook wraps his arms protectively around Prowl, his spike still deep in Prowl’s valve.

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if you don't mind, cyberverse perceptor/dead end in master/pet play respectively? dead end getting having a degradation kink? (I didn't see cyberverse on your request rules list so feel free to ignore this although I saw you recently completed a cyberverse request?)

Yeah, I answered that one a while back even though it wasn’t on the page because I’d gotten around to watching it and I was like eh might as well. I’ve updated it now so ye.

~pet time~

Additional content: vibrator, fingering, oral, facial

Perceptor can tell he’s nervous from the way Dead End’s optics are looking down and away from him as he kneels on the ground, flicking up briefly to Perceptor when he approaches him. Walking slowly towards Dead End, Perceptor leans down and fastens a black collar with silver studs around Dead End’s neck, slipping one digit under it and gliding it around to the front to make sure it’s not too tight. Dead End bites his lip and tentatively reaches up to feel the collar around his neck.

Perceptor cups Dead End’s cheek to get him to look up at him, “You’re sure you want to try this?”

Dead End nods and replies quietly, “Yeah… Yes, please.”

“Very well,” Perceptor leans back up and saunters over to the berth, “Then let’s begin.”

He waits for a moment, watching Dead End shift and toss his head side to side in a way that’s just too adorable, especially with how it’s just from nerves.

“Come here,” Perceptor orders firmly, pointing to the spot in front of him.

Dead End starts to stand up but Perceptor stops him with a sharp, “No, on your hands and knees.”

Faltering for a moment, Dead End gets fully on his hands and knees then crawls over to Perceptor and sits at his feet. The dark coloration of Dead End’s faceplates brings a light smile to Perceptor’s face as he pets the top of Dead End’s helm.

“What a sweet pet you make,” Perceptor chuckles as Dead End’s face grows darker.

“Per-” Dead End begins but Perceptor cuts him off with a gentle finger to his lips.

“Ah, pets don’t speak,” Perceptor moves his hand away and rests it on Dead End’s helm, “Try again.”

Dead End works his jaw for a moment before letting out a soft sound reminiscent of a cybercat and Perceptor pets his head as a reward.

“Good, now come up onto the berth so I can give my cute pet some attention.”

Dead End eagerly pushes up and settles into Perceptor’s lap so he’s straddling Perceptor which only gets him a sigh and a gentle tap on his nose.

“That’s strike three, I’m afraid,” Perceptor admonishes him as he gently moves Dead End off his lap and stands up, “You’re being a rather ill-behaved pet. Do you know what happens to naughty pets?”

Dead End shivers as Perceptor leans in close with his hand cupping Dead End’s chin as his voice dips low. He tenses his shoulders and pushes his face into Perceptor’s touch as he responds with a soft, curious mew.

Perceptor grins and answers with a wicked lilt to his voice, “Naughty pets get put into time out.”

Pulling away, Perceptor puts his hand behind Dead End’s helm and gently leads him over to a padded area big enough for Dead End to kneel in, a pet bed really. Dead End waits there as Perceptor goes away for a moment then comes back with a toy in his hand. He kneels in front of Dead End who can now see that Perceptor is holding their remote control vibrator. Without being told to do so, Dead End spreads his legs and lets Perceptor strap the vibrator to his valve cover.

“Now, like a good a pet, you’re going to stay here until I tell you that you can leave this spot,” Perceptor explains while casually twirling the remote in one hand as he stands back up, “I’ll just be over there catching up on some reading so I won’t be out of sight, okay?”

Dead End responds with soft mew and Perceptor leans down to give the top of Dead End’s helm a kiss.

“Then behave, my sweet.”

Just as he said, Perceptor walks off to sit down and pull out a datapad to look over, crossing his legs as he does so. With barely a glance, Perceptor turns on the vibrator to a low setting that has Dead End shifting his legs at the insistent vibration going straight to his valve. Even with such little stimulation, he’s already rocking into it, knowing that Perceptor has complete control over him and the blissful torture centered on his valve. The setting is turned up, the vibration now having Dead End bury his face in the soft pad beneath him and keening, the sensations are strong enough to keep him on the edge with enough to stimulate but not enough to get him to overload. Suddenly, the vibrations ebb, making him unconsciously push his aft into the sensation despite knowing that won’t help before it’s brought back up, forcing him to flip onto his back in his desperation to chase the feeling in his valve to overload.

He’s shifting wildly with his hands digging into the pet bed, keening and moaning nonsensically. Looking over, he can see Perceptor smiling like he’s about to laugh, laugh at how desperate Dead End is getting. That look goes straight to Dead End’s valve as he fights back the urge to touch himself or to go to Perceptor so he’ll touch him, bring him to overload. Instead, knowing the name of the game, he mewls while looking Perceptor right in the optic, and once he starts he lets his vocalizer run free, mewing and crying out softly as he squirms against the vibrator. Dead End can feel lubricant leaking past his panel and onto the pet bed below but he can’t find it in himself to care. Then the vibrator stops cold getting Dead End to make a sharp sound of protest. Perceptor is chuckling softly now as he kneels next to Dead End to remove the vibrator, the soft brush of his fingers against Dead End’s panel being enough to get him to keen.

“You’ve been very patient,” Perceptor praises as he runs a hand up the expanse of Dead End’s chest, “I think my adorable pet deserves some attention.”

Perceptor walks back over to the berth and sits down then pats the spot next to him. Eagerly, Dead End crawls over to the berth then gets on it first with his arms then swings his legs up so he can rest his head in Perceptor’s lap. He pushes his face into Perceptor’s thigh as Perceptor gently pets his helm, gently trailing his hand from Dead End’s helm to his back then all over again.

“Get you desperate enough and you become such an obedient pet,” Perceptor chuckles as he pets Dead End.

Dead End shifts onto his back, his head still in Perceptor’s lap, bringing his hand up in approximation to paws and mews up at his master.

Perceptor rolls his optics with a bright smile still plastered on his face, “Yes, yes, my pet. You’ll get your treat now.”

Dead End shivers as Perceptor delicately trails his hand down Dead End’s chest to rest on his wet panels that part at Perceptor’s touch. As Perceptor’s fingers curl into Dead End’s entrance, he arches at the touch mews softly.

“You’ve made such a mess,” Perceptor scolds softly, running his free hand over Dead End’s cheek, “Such a naughty pet I have.”

Dead End nuzzles into Perceptor’s hand as the fingers inside him brush against sensitive nodes, lubricant pushing past them and onto the berth. He pushes against the digits filling him, needing more and mewling forlornly when they slip out only to rub against his anterior node, making him jump and squirm. Keens, soft cries, and mews are pulled from his intake as Perceptor rubs his node until the charge building in his array suddenly crashes over and he’s crying out in overload, his hips twitching and his node pulsing with heat and charge against Perceptor’s fingers. As he calms down, Perceptor’s hand brushes his face gently, easing Dead End back into Perceptor’s lap.

“My, it seems I overworked my pet, you overloaded so quickly on my fingers,” Perceptor tuts over Dead End, bringing his lubricant fingers up to his mouth to lick off the lubricant coating them.

Dead End resists the urge to hide his face and slips off the berth to kneel at Perceptor’s pedes.

Perceptor spreads his legs and reaches down to cup Dead End’s chin, “I think it’s time for my pet to serve his master.”

Dead End leans forward and presses his glossa against Perceptor’s spike cover, the hot, wet mesh sending a jolt through Perceptor’s systems. He laps at the panel hungrily until Perceptor’s spike pressurizes rapidly against his glossa. Running his glossa along the biolights of Perceptor’s spike, Dead End trails his glossa up to the head then takes it into his mouth and sucks gently on it only to let it fall from his mouth. He licks and mouths at Perceptor’s spike, never taking it fully into his mouth, hearing how Perceptor sucks in a vent with every slow lick. When he looks up, Dead End sees Perceptor’s optics locked on him, his mouth slightly open as he watches him. Perceptor pets Dead End’s helm then guides him back to the head of his spike and Dead End gets the hint, taking it into his mouth and running his glossa along the slit. Dead End shuts his optics as he lazily sucks on the head of Perceptor’s spike, making soft sounds at how it throbs against his lips. Feeling how close Perceptor is, Dead End looks up at him and lets his mouth fall open in heavy pants with Perceptor’s spike resting on his glossa. With a choked off grunt, Perceptor overloads with his transfluid flowing into Dead End’s mouth and onto part of his face leaving him a complete mess.

Even as he’s trying to cool down, Perceptor tugs up Dead End so he stands up and settles in Perceptor’s lap where Perceptor pulls out a cloth from his subspace and cleans up Dead End as best as he can. Dead End falls easily into Perceptor’s embrace as Perceptor wraps his arms around him and pulls him close, pressing his face into Dead End’s shoulder, venting hard.

“How are you feeling?” Perceptor asks, pulling away enough to be face to face with Dead End.

Dead End rubs the back of his helm, looking a little away, “A little embarrassed but… nice.”

Perceptor smiles sleepily up at him and drawls, “Good.”

Then, he pulls Dead End down to kiss him softly and sweetly while pulling him fully into berth so he can fully entangle himself with Dead End. Perceptor’s kisses are lazy and undemanding, just a quiet show of affection that Dead End melts into easily but freezes as Perceptor’s hand rests on the collar. Dead End grabs Perceptor’s wrist before he can think about what he’s doing and Perceptor stills completely.

“Dead End?” Perceptor reaches out quietly.

“Um,” Dead End laughs nervously, trying to shrug it off as nothing, “Can it stay on? Just a little longer?”

Perceptor shifts his hand to rest against Dead End’s cheek and nods, “Whatever you want, it’s yours. You’re too good to me you know.”

Dead End gives a goofy smile at that and laughs genuinely, “And here I thought I was the spoiled one.”

“Hm,” Perceptor hums affectionately, shutting his optics as he snuggles in close to Dead End, “Spoiling each other… I suppose there are worse things.”

“Yeah.”

“I love you, Dead End,” Perceptor whispers, clearly already falling into recharge.

“Yeah,” Dead End sighs contentedly, “love you too.”

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Rodimims with Minimus spiking Roddy?

I hope you like it~

Additional content: fingering, (mild) praise kink, misuse of the rewards system in an office environment

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idk if you're still accepting requests, but brainstorm x whirl + exhibitionist stuff? :eyes:

Here is your tasty whirlstorm... in a bar (it’s Swerves, we know it’s Swerve’s)

Additional content: restriction of touch (?), creampie, whirl not giving a damn about public decency

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So genderneutral( they/them)s/o is a mer who was raised by humans before being set into the ocean to be with other mers. However, not knowing customs, culture, mating season rituals, or even the languages, s/o is quickly labeled as a freak and cast out from mer pods. How do MTMTE Rodimus, Swerve, Overlord, and Megatron( separately )react to hearing about and meeting this mer, and what do they do after they meet them? ( btw, happy mermay!! )

Rodimus: The new mer is a strange one but he doesn’t mind their abnormalities, if anything, he finds it really cute. He definitely feels for them whenever they make a social stumble or embarrass themself at first totally unwittingly. He does his best to explain things to them and spends as much time as he can with them, asking about this or that because humans have always fascinated him. It is awkward eventually though when they flare out their fins at him and twirl in a way that would always get the humans that came to see them smile and he doesn’t know how to tell them they’re essentially asking him to be their mate. What makes it worse is people see and they also see he doesn’t respond so other mers try to respond to their unwitting advances and becomes a little protective of them. When they confront him about it, he just manages to stutter out what they’re doing and is very surprised when they make the same display for him, knowing full well what they’re doing now. Of course he responds back.

Swerve: It’s nice to have someone who doesn’t mind him rambling about every little thing from the reef to the abyss and back with someone who’s so curious. It’s also nice to have someone so knowledgeable about humans! Who knew they could fly? He certainly didn’t... He, a specialist on the minute intricacies of every culture, does his very best to make sure they know every detail. In the end, it’s them who surprises him by wrapping their arms around him and resting their head on his shoulder. No one’s ever done that with him before, especially since being this entangled was only something... mated pairs did. When they explain it’s something their human friends and family would do as a sign of affection, he relaxes into it and continues on with his story.

Megatron: Rumors of a new mer spreads through the various gossips of the seas but he has no time to deal with something so trivial so he pays the rumors no mind. Then, during a festival, a particular mer catches his eye in the dance, their scales flashing brilliantly and their smile wide as they follow along with the others albeit a bit off in pattern but never lacking in enthusiasm. After the dance, he approaches them and asks to speak with them alone, to get to know them. As the two swim together, they talk of a faraway world and he thinks they’re speaking of fantasy, it all sounds so unreal but they’re so genuine and funny. He finds himself drawn in and in a moment of spontaneity, begins a mating dance with them. He’s elated as they join in, following him in the turns and loops until they’re twirling together. When he pulls them to him and moves to kiss them, they stiffen and tear from his grasp to swim off into a hiding place leaving him dazed and confused... and hurt.

Happy Mermay!

(I’m sorry but I really don’t like writing for Overlord, he wigs me out. I forgot to add that in the rules initially, sorry about that.)

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power bottom bot!reader choking rodimus? consensually of course

Hope you like it!

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