Not a request, but a question!
I really love your cityformers au! And you mentioned that Fort Max can create this kind of holo projection of himself, but unable to touch reader.
Do you think it'll be possible for him to use holoform instead? Like what the LL crew did! (and what magnus did in Spotlight Ultra Magnus) And iirc, they can interact with solid objects using it. Are you going to incorporate this in your AU? So the titans can interact with their Cityspeaker! Like, instead of humans avatar, it's their own avatar!
(to be honest this is me hoping that there's a chance for a smut. I really love your nsfw works ❤)
[IDW] ♡ FORT MAX— TITANS AU NSFW
we never really see titans in IDW or otherwise use holoforms like ever, it seems to exclusively be a cybertronian thing. its not something they're biologically capable of, rather holoforms are lab generated, add-on tech to make it easier to blend in.
but... i mean,,, i could... add it if i wanted to.. this is an AU after all, canon divergent. i am a bit torn apart on the idea however. because the angst of never being able to feel your lover's hand in general is sooooooooooooooooooo ughghhghghhhhh delicious for me. i love angst.
holoforms are probably going to be a big question mark... until then, there is another way you two could interface.. a lot more intimate and thrilling...
scenario: fort max shows teaches you something about your cityspeaking ability you could have never thought was possible.
WARNINGS: mind-fucking(in the literal sense), size difference, soft interfacing, spike-in-valve
MDNI!!! NSFW under the cut!!!
You aren't sure why or for what Fortress Maximus has called for you, but you follow behind his hologram with keen interest, is something bothering him? Where is he leading you to? Perhaps another damaged vital component? His pedes make no sounds as his hologram roams his halls, one might as well say that he's the ghost of this ship. It doesn't take long for you to understand that he's guiding you to his cranial chamber— Ah, he must want to establish a link. The titan must have something important to convey to you that he needs to use more than just his hologram.
"Alright Max, give me a moment."
His figure stands right near the connection wire, a cortical psychic patch— You sit cross legged near the wire, servo extending to grab onto the cable by the end. You bring the wire to the port at the back of your helm, inserting it with a soft click as it latches on.
Your mind and his are now interlinked, inseparable. Your vision and your surroundings zoom away— You're taken away from the material plane into the mind of a titan; your frame feels lucid, weightless like floating in space. Entering the psyche of a titan will never be something your processor could ever get used to.
Meanwhile, back in the physical realm, your optics are offline. Fortress Maxmimus' hologram vanishes now that you've become his first and only guest to entertain.
You rise slowly now that you're in his mind fully, your knees shake a bit. The establishment of a link did take some time to get used to. Your optics adjust to your new surroundings, instinctively looking up to see your titan's figure staring down at you in all his downsized glory. There exists a surface beneath you this time, you're standing on actual ground— Undoubtedly a construct of his mind, perhaps a place he was once fond of?
"I like the decorations." You say, a warm smile on your face as his manifestation kneels to help you get up. His derma curving up into a soft, fond smile. The current environment looks akin to one of the cells in his alt mode, though you doubt he's really been inside another room given his... actual size. Though, it's an improvement. A testament to how his mind is strengthening again, regaining his functions one by one. Your efforts have greatly aided the cityformer.
"I wanted to see if I could make this space more lively." He says, his servos linger on your arms now that you're fully standing. But he quickly draws them away the moment he realizes he’s been holding onto you a bit longer than you and you can feel his impermanent embarrassment.
It makes you leave an almost amused vent.
Most titans, from what you’ve been taught back home, are said to be Primus’ blessings upon the people of Cybertron— The ancestors of all Cybertronians and modern day colonists such as your own people back home on Caminus. You’ve always thought of them as wise, holy and even all knowing creatures but from your time with Fortress Maximus, you’ve come to learn that they are much more than the divine beings you’ve been taught they are. The fact that they had so many… mortal characteristics was something you hadn’t expected in the slightest: Mental trauma, memories they hold dear, likes & dislikes… They were so much more than just beings to be put on pedestals. So much more than just cities for bots such as yourself. Prisons in the case of your titan.
“A cell may not be the best place but it's all I could conjure at the moment...” He sounds sheepish even, you take a seat on the berth. You really don’t mind. You’ve grown… used to living in a living prison.
“I don’t mind. It's cozy, even.” There was an odd sense of safety you felt around this gentle giant and knowing you felt this way about him, it makes his large spark thrum. You can feel that warm feeling go through your frame, his joy brings you joy.
It's silly, truly— But it was inevitable. His feelings for you are simple yet took so long for him to register. As a titan, a prison titan no less, he’s never really had a lot of direct interaction with any of his inhabitants or prisoners, much less feelings about them. They were his inhabitants and so he had responsibility over them, he’s been cooperative and amiable even with a few pilots but other than that? Nothing. His hologram would roam the halls of his ship but his voice was never heard. It couldn’t be even if he wanted it to be. At best, he could spit out a few words into the ship’s speakers. He’s never had any sort of relationship, always far away from his other titan brothers as well… So when finds himself enamoured by your presence, wanting to speak with you even when you are recharging within one of the cleaner cells, waiting for you to come back… Those emotions feel heavy, it's unlike anything he’s used to. Despite him taking his sweet time to realize how he feels, you… you’ve registered it rather quickly. You can feel just how fond he is of you.
And you have no idea how to feel about it.
He’s a titan, you’re… nothing like him. He’s so much more than what you are, than what you could ever be. Fortress Maximus was a monolith, despite how mortal he felt.
There is a heavy silence as he takes a seat beside you, looking down at the floor as he thinks to himself. There is a small distance between the two of you and even that small gap feels… too much. You glance over at him, watching him with interest without realizing how your stare weighs him down while he finds a way to put what he feels in words. But he knows he doesn’t have to, he knows that very well. You feel what he feels, he has begun to pick up on your emotions as well— This is a two-way link after all and he can feel that exact same weight over you.
“Speaker, I find myself wishing,” He shifts, his embarrassment dying down and you prepare yourself, his larger servos take yours into his gentle grasp— He’s only ever been gentle with you. Fort Max has never been one for the softer things in life given what he functioned as.
“I would… Like to explore the depth of our bond.”
How could you refuse your titan like that? Especially with how flustered he looked saying that out loud to you? You’re sure that a speaker isn’t supposed to engage with a titan in that way or… feel the way you do for him but you’re also sure that you’re not supposed to leave his needs unfulfilled.
— Let me just establish how I think this would go: Intimacy with a titan would be a cosmic experience, it's not regular interfacing. It's both of your minds literally merging within the established link, there is no equivalent for it. Your psychic avatars are basically going up on each other. You can’t feel his touch in the real world but you can feel those sensations, those reactions. In the real world, it feels more like ghost touches. But in your mind? It feels real, too real. Its literal mind-fucking.
— With that being said, this is new for both of you. You haven’t really fragged a titan before, hell you’ve never interfaced with someone in their mind before and, he’s only ever really dreamt of getting to do something like this. So the two of you are exploring this together. Fort Max only ever realized that his psyche’s avatar had an array and he can’t help but think about how it would feel— Lust is a new emotion for him, though it starts off more as a curiosity. How would it work? Could he interface with you within this link? He’s heard of it, heard that it feels good… Soon enough, that curiosity would become genuine yearning.
— He has had the unfortunate experience of catching glimpses of some of those old guards within his mobile prison alt going down on each other before he was de-commissioned; the inconvenience of having full view of his internals. They thought he couldn’t notice as if the whole ship wasn't literally his body.
— And your plating practically puffs out when you feel his touch, it feels so real. His energy mingling with yours, merging almost. It's surreal, your body feels lucid, weightless as you traverse his mind yet his touch feels so heavy with desire. His servos trace the shapes of your frame with reverence, he’s never really had the chance to feel anyone’s frame this close. The smoothness of your plating, the warmth of your internal mechanisms, the hum of your engine when he keeps his helm by your chassis… While he cannot feel it on his plating, he can imagine what it would feel like. Stimulate it in his mind almost and it's beautiful. He can make you feel what he feels for you. It's something he never thought he would ever get to feel, he thought he would most likely die never getting to experience something like this. Cityspeaking is foreign to him, he never knew of the existence of mind-to-mind communication of this level until he met you. After the link is deactivated, you can feel these ghost touches, like a small breeze down your plating where his servos have been in his mind.
— He is definitely touch starved and he’s taking his sweet, sweet time with you. Perhaps some body-worship in the mix? Fort Max gets to have a much better view of you like this, up close. He’s making sure that there isn’t a crevice left unnoticed by him. Fort Max is coy though, he is somewhat bashful about actually getting to touch you… which baffles you because you’re the one supposed to feel like that? He’s a divine being.
— Please don’t tease him, this mech cannot handle that. He won’t get frustrated but he’ll freeze up for a moment, trying to think how to respond to what you’re doing. Give him a break, this is the first time anyone’s really heard his voice before. The worst way to do this is probably self-service yourself in the real world, within one of his cells because it would take everything he has to not look… He has to watch knowing he can never really touch you in the real world. That he could never interfere and it frustrates him as much as it makes him feel that strange sense of need. Being turned on would be such a new feeling to him, he would genuinely be distressed and have no idea how to deal with it.
— Which means you’re guiding him through most of it, teaching him how to pleasure himself and you. He freezes up when your smaller servos grasp the shaft of his spike, his spark is thrumming loudly. Fort Max is loud, he is very loud. All of this is new to him, Maximus is sensitive to it, very receptive.
— If he’s that receptive to your servos, you can imagine how he feels about your valve. Considering how his avatar is large, it's no surprise that his spike is also large. He is a titan after all so it's no surprise his spike is probably the biggest you’ve ever taken. Your callipers straining when you’re trying to take in his girth and the tightness practically makes poor Max tremble, his servos gripping onto your hips tightly, tight enough for you to probably feel it in the real world. His red optics flicker, brighten even. Fort Max is worried that he might hold on a little too tight… He doesn’t want to hurt you!
— His size means you obviously need a lot of preparation to take him. And it is overwhelming cause you’re sitting on his lap, guiding his servos across your array. His fingers gently scissor your channel open, charge teeming in your capacitors, your walls drawing him in and coating his two digits with lubricant. Your servos guiding his own until he feels confident enough to explore your frame himself, your vents hitch and he can hear your noises. It really, really gets to him. He notes how a small whine quietly escapes your vocalizer when your servos bring up his thumb and presses it against your blinking node. Max slowly circles the tip of his thumb around the sensitive bundle of wiring.
— Primus above, the way you squirm on his lap when he’s working you up captivates him. The vulnerability on your face, the sounds that slip past you, the way your walls cling onto him… Don’t get him started with how your spike pulses as his other hand pumps your shaft.
— His figure is basically surrounding you… That along with the fact that you’re in his mind, feeling his need and hearing those thoughts he can’t keep canned away. Red optics just fixated on you. It's overwhelming, being able to sense and feel that much of his being. It's like your processor is overheating. Your frame in the real-world heating up, array coming online.
— Fortress Maximus probably prefers it when you ride him, he gets a good view of your face and he doesn’t have to worry about accidentally hurting you with his power or size. He can see how desperately you move up and down his spike, trying to attain that climax. His spike stretches you open well, your moans and whines fog up his processor.
— It gets harder and harder to maintain the link as you go on and when he overloads for the first time in his life, everything around you glitches, as if his processor needs to reset from all the pleasure you’ve given him. You can feel his relief, and the way his spike throbs within you before spurting out globs of thick transfluid into your tanks, leaving you panting. Your mind feels numb, in a good way. But you cannot lose focus or else you might accidentally exit his mind.
— If you could push him enough though, he might have you beneath him. His imposing frame curled over you while his hips snap against yours. Fort Max is trying his best to control his pace and not go too fast, trying his hardest not to overwhelm you but it's near impossible for him to hold back with how your sopping valve is holding onto him, all these new sensations muddle his processor.
— You’re surrounded by him, and he wants to keep you as close as he can. Fortress Maximus has been alone for so long, he can’t help but be clingy. The titan holds onto you as tightly as he can while he thrusts into you with reckless abandon, his dermas place sloppy kisses all over your faceplates and neck wiring, the heat of his vents blaring against your frame. He’s a needy, affectionate top. He’s going to make sure you understand thoroughly just how much your company means to him. Your whines when he goes rougher in pursuit of that sweet high being drowned out by his kisses. The sight of your backstruts arching against the surface makes him groan. The sudden tightness of your valve when you climax catches him off-guard. He’s never seen or seen anything as gorgeous in his life.
— It’s like your very beings are becoming one in there, the lines between your mind blurring for a moment. Every single thing the either of you feel mingling and mixing into a common, shared state. And when the two of you are done, the both of you feel exhausted. Keeping up this link and interfacing in someone’s mind is not easy at all.
— When he understands to control his mindspace better, he can make up more favourable locations for the two of you to get intimate. A lot more comfortable. The more he catches on about how the titan-speaker link works, the more he learns about his own abilities which means a better experience for you, depending on how you look at it. He can tease you back now, only when you establish the link though. You make him feel so needy for you, and he can ensure that you understand it well by projecting it onto you, making you feel that need yourself. You could be linking just to make sure that his vital systems are doing okay and you’ll feel his neediness, Fort Max has a hard time telling his speaker what he feels so might as well show it.
— It ends with you waking up with your vents working overtime and a mess beneath your modesty panels, charge seething beneath your array and Fort Max’s hologram standing from a distance with a smile. You’re most likely exhausted from keeping up the link with him, and might have to self service yourself. Despite that aching need in your core, your mind feels an odd sense of calm. At least until rational thought makes a return and the realization you have interfaced with what would be considered a deity back home hits you hard.
— Maybe if you could learn how to install a holoprojector in a titan, you could have all those fantasies in his mind reality. Maybe even make it last longer than usual because it takes energy to keep that link active.
— He loves that you’re smaller than him, a lot. He won’t say it outright though. It does worry him that he might hurt you but Primus, you slide up and down his spike like you’re meant for him. And maybe you are. You do speak for him, his cityspeaker. Its how you explained it to him. He just… lacks inhabitants for you to address right now.
— It doesn’t take long for him to have more intense fantasies. A few are a little darker, he often finds himself wishing you'd cling onto him the way he holds onto you— Kissing every crevice and seam he can across your frame as he whispers sweet nothing to do. Stuffing your valve full with his spike, make you take it all so that the both of you are as close as physically possible, pounding into you while he dotes over you with all the affection you deserve & for everything you’ve done for him… Your stabilizers trembling from all the overloads he’s given you but your needy slit still taking in so much, wanting so much more and so happily with how tightly your walls hold onto him every time his spike is hilted into your depths. Making sure he’s striking that ceiling node over and over again so he could fill up your little tank. Dreaming of getting to watch you trying to walk after he’s left your valve gaping and leaking with his fluids; watching your teary face drool with the sheer pleasure he could give, make you feel… until you’re an overwhelmed, overstimulated mess beneath him and the only word you can whine out senselessly is the name ‘Max’ you’ve put for him in that needy, sweet tone. Your titan would be the only one you could think of at the end. And then finish it off after marking you up as his and cleaning you up. He could take such good care of you, hold you in his servos while you drift off into recharge... He's seen you recharge within one of the cells, if only he could join you...
— What he wants the most is to feel you out of his mind, getting to feel you touch as it is in the real world. He doesn’t have an array in his titan form and he laments it. Not like he could do anything given the size difference is comical when he’s bipedal. He yearns for your touch, Fort Max is as clingy as they come. Maybe the fact that holoform generators/projector don’t exist for titans might be saving you from his wilder fantasies.
i hope i cooked with mind sex cause that was really fun to think about, also recommend who else you'd like to see in this au. maybe megatron? i got a few ideas for him...
