The idea of Rodimus literally being Primus’ favorite is insane. I don't think Cybertronians have ever been human normal about exhibiting affection.
If Rodimus Prime wasn't a coward he could bend over and tempt god to fuck him. But he's also kinda got perma-virgin energy. I think he has a sex drive, but Hot Rod was treated as a younger bot, even after and maybe because of destroying Nyon. There was his stint with the Wreckers, but that's no good way for a 'bot to get his seal broken.
..stupid, but transforming into Rodimus Prime after the Matrix incident has a NUMBER of consequences, and I think one he doesn't notice until everything dies down is. He's got seals again? After all those millenia of jacking off and having mediocre interface, his array is brand new?
He would be teased if anyone found out! It's lame! Rodimus isn't in his thousands anymore! What kind of bot like him is a walking disaster and a relationship-less loser?
Drift probably would offer to frag him but it feels inherently wrong. They're friends, amica. And Drift's never really expressed an interest in interfacing. The sports car isn't a prude, but he's largely unfazed by the purposefully seductive or lewd callouts, advertisements, or any dirty jokes. It'd probably be fun, something they could laugh about later, but it wouldn't be.. real.
Not that Rodimus is a romantic. It's cute, but he wants to feel sexy, you know? Squishies find his sleek curves and pointed edges hot, but gets passed over by the company he wants. Was Hot Rod cuter? Is Rodimus too much, now, too big, too dumb, too arrogant? It's looking like he's gonna find a mirror and try to unseal himself.
Consider,, barbed penises on Cybertronians to penetrate through valve seals and hook into the gaps between calipers. As a treat. Roddy's just gotta track himself down a 'virgin-killer' and maybe pregame it with a little engex. He remembers what it was like the first time. It was completely shredded, more than the stories of tearing off in one piece or more uniform holes. He was picking the scrap of his seal out of his valve for two days, because he didn't notice.
Hot Rod, of course, still had marching orders despite all the whining he wanted to do. His array hurt, his backstrut ached, the engex hit him in the morning, and even willingly doing his warm-ups didn't make the overcharge fade fast enough.
He had better standards than that now, obviously. It didn't take more than a week and a few suspected moments of privacy for him to touch his array for something other than maintenance. And if, for some reason, he just couldn't reach overload, he'd resign himself to playing lighter. He got scolded a few times for wasting fuel, but the amount of charge running through his lines was enough to start a flame with a fast enough servos over his own Primus-damned wounds.
I don't think his interface life really improved. He hides behind the rumors people start up about him even though no one close to him really believes them, doesn't accept pity well, and is so stubborn that the idea of actually asking someone doesn't occur to him. He's hot, right? Surely someone wants to clang that?
He wanted to have an actual story this time if he was going to be forced to deal with this slag again.
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Hot Rod, angry little twunk: how the FRAG does a bot get laid around here
5 bots who'd probably do him if he asked:
Rodimus Prime, twitching: Ahahhahhaha, not this again, nope nope nope-
Headcanon: Autobots and Decepticons have wildly different faction-wide views of sex, and there are certain acts in universe that are stereotyped, like "oh, you're a 'Con, of course you'd be into that" or "that's not what I expected of a 'Bot!"
Decepticons tend to hold the view that interfacing/sex is largely about conquering a body, proving yourself and your devotion. Extreme fetishes and kink are more common or at least more accepted among the 'Cons, and violent sex is something you just have to expect and accept. Decepticons who are more romantic at heart could be seen as weak if they let that side of themselves show, and the ones who keep it under wraps often resort to pirating (and hiding) Autobot romance novels and holovids
Autobots, on the other hand, view sex mostly as an extension of love and are very into the idea of it as a "sacred" act. Polyamory is mostly okay with them, but they look down on non-mono relationships that are solely about sex and nothing else. Kinks and fetishes beyond the most basic are seen as freakish, and violent stuff in bed is flatly cruel to a lot of them. That said, a lot of them do have secret kinks... But you won't hear it from them (cough cough, Ultra Magnus, cough cough)
In contested territories or areas under truce agreements, or anything else where the factions would mix out of necessity, there's a thriving trade in "cross-faction" as a fetish -- eg. Autobots looking for Decepticons to indulge their darker fantasies with, or a Decepticon wanting an Autobot so they can be tender for once. The combination of freedom and taboo is extremely sexy to some Autobots with hidden dark sides (here's a hint: Swerve, Ratchet, Blaster), and to Decepticons like Tarn, Overlord or even Megatron himself, bending an Autobot over is a power rush like nothing else. But on the other hand, a night of genuine lovemaking is something a particularly compassionate (or just prideful and looking to score points) Autobot would love to give to a world-weary Decepticon who needs it
TL;DR: War is bad because it keeps the robots from fucking how they want
Continuing to work through my writing slump, have some saucy Earthspark Bumblebee x Reader headcanons as I do so! Let me know what bot to write for next and please like/reblog!
1. He's either a flustered wreck or the one turning you into a flustered wreck, there is no in-between.
When he's on the receiving end you'll find it only takes a little bit of dirty talk to have him blushing and stuttering, and if you hop on top he'll melt into a purring pile of bot for you to do with as you please, happily allowing you to take the lead. Gentle, teasing touches have a similar effect, and if you sneak a few in public it won't be long before he's doing everything he can to get the two of you somewhere private. Thick walls will be a must since he cannot keep quiet when you get him riled up. Expect lots of needy moans, and plenty of mewls, whimpers, and literal purring once he's taken care of. Snuggles will also be a must, ideally with a fair amount of petting on your part.
When he's the one doing the teasing, however, things are very different. He'll use his size to his advantage, effortlessly maneuvering you as if your tiny organic body is weightless in his grasp, making a point to show off how big and powerful he is by comparison. While doing so he'll flirt relentlessly, alternating between praising all your features he loves most and teasing you for getting so hot and bothered. His definition of "private" is also much looser, so don't be surprised if he settles for ducking down an alley or hiding behind a grove of trees if the two of you are out in the woods. He'll be just as loud, but you'll hear a lot more growling than groaning. Cuddles will still be mandatory in the afterglow, but he'll be the one doing all the petting.
2. He loves it when you grab his horns. They're only a bit more sensitive than the rest of him, but there's just something about having you holding on that really does it for him, especially if he's eating you out. It doesn't hurt that doing so typically puts the two of you at eye level, and if you meet his optics and squeeze at just the right moment you might get him to overload hands free.
3. He's a bit of a light sleeper, but he's quite ready to have some midnight fun if you happen to wake with him, which you probably will. His considerable size makes him rather hard to ignore as a bedmate. However, he's notably more open with his affections while sleepy, so you'll be woken by a cuddle happy bot who offers to make up for waking you with lots of oral. Few can say no to a midnight face ride from the Scout.
OMG, you did an amazing job. Here is another one for you if you want: The matrix is pounding in Prime's chest constantly reminding him that he needed to mate and breed. When a certain scent reaches him, he realizes that his mate, a F!human reader, is also ready especially when she looks at him with a certain look. However, she has no idea that what he wants is for her to filled and sparked.
TFP Optimus x human!fem!reader
here are some short headcanons for you! thank you medli for your requests 💕
also apologies if the paragraphs are too close together, i cant seem to fix it heh
Warnings: Breeding kink
Word count: 647
When Prime was first introduced to you, he found you endearing and quickly took a liking to you, assigning himself as guardian to you. You would accompany him on small non-life-threatening missions and in turn you would guide him to your favourite places on Earth and show him the different wonders your planet had to offer. Over time, Optimus developed more feelings for you and you of course reciprocated his feelings for you, and you both have been inseparable since.
One day while at the base, Optimus Prime’s olfactory sensors picked up an unusual scent and he was having trouble deciphering where it was coming from. It smelt nothing like the other aromas of Earth he was familiar with. He turned his attention to you and that’s when the overwhelming scent of pheromones flooded his senses, making his Matrix hum and tug at his spark.
It was you. Your body’s scent was so strong he wondered why none of the other bots recognised the increasing amount of pheromones in the air. It was intoxicating, energon rushing to his interfacing array and he was sure that you could hear how loud his spark was humming. He was weak in the knees, he had to get you alone somehow.
He picks you up and transforms with you in his alt mode, driving to primus knows where. The feeling of you resting inside his alt mode flooding his cab with your wonderful scent was driving him up the wall and making his engines run hot. The Matrix constant pulsing and jerks makes him nearly swerve of the road as finds a secluded spot nestled in the cliffs of Jasper.
You were concerned with your lovers behaviour, asking if he was ok and if he needed to pull over. He couldn’t answer you without his vocaliser turning into static. So, you drummed your fingers on the console in this cab in thought, wondering what got the Prime so worked up.
He transforms back into his robot mode with you in his servo, wasting no time to rip the clothes of your body. You were shocked to say the least, who knew that Optimus Prime could detect when you were ovulating. You moan out when Optimus starts to lavish your body with kisses and licks with his glossa, crying out when he would lick and suck the sensitive mound of flesh between your thighs.
Optimus was trying not to be too rough, but his urges had increased ten-fold when his olfactory sensors are absolutely drowning in your sickeningly sweet scent. He licks his dermas clean when he finished ravishing your folds.
And with you lying down on your clothes to protect your back from the rough dirt, Optimus pushed his throbbing spike into your heat. He grips onto your hips to protect where you both connected as he thrusts into you, sighing in relief as the Matrix eases its torment. He will breed you until night broke into day, he will not stop until your womb is a mess and you’re filled to the brim. You beg for him to breed you as you stare into his optics with half-lidded and pleasure filled eyes, drool running down your chin as he fucks you into the next life. He takes in all your moans and cries for him, and he loves it.
He will manage to fill you with several loads of his hot transfluids. Your tight hole dripping and quivering at the full feeling. Optimus’s spark is filled with love for you, admiring your stretched out tummy and rubbing a servo across it. He gives you gentle kisses to your soft lips afterwards, telling you praises and telling you how excited he is to be a sire to your future sparkling’s. He would have to breed you multiple times to be sure though.
I'm not a big fan of regular heats on robots bc I dislike the concept of sexual reproduction
But
I like to make up shit, heats can be sexy and I'm headcannoning that there's a condition called "Racer's heat"
It's most prominent and was first discovered in racers (hence the name), however it's generally quite common for any speed-focused vehicle, fliers and beastformers.
Racer's heat is an issue that happens when the aforementioned types of Transformers are not able to satisfy their need for physical stimulation. It's essentially caused by (sports) cars not getting to drive, fliers not able to fly and beastformers being unable to move freely in general (for example by being leashed/caged, forced to sit still etc. A dog who doesn't get his walkies so to speak.)
The symptoms of Racer's heat vary from bot to bot, however it's most commonly recognized by any of these indicators:
- increased body temperature
- glitching in their vocalizer or optics
- static running along their frame (imagine touching an old TV)
- restless machinery (whirring fans, idling engine, spinning wheels, ...)
- increased emotional responses (can be anything from bad temper to easy amusement or a general weepiness and sensitivity)
- unusual avoidance or craving of physical contact and social interaction
- lowered ability to focus on their task at hand
- difficulty relaxing and a lack of enjoyment for anything
- in bad cases even self-destructive behavior (picture a bird plucking their feathers)
It's not a dangerous thing most of the time and it's quite easy to treat by any kind of physical exercise (Driving, flying, running, sticky interfacing, fighting,...), however it can be quite bothersome for anyone involved because the affected bot is not able to work properly and the ones around them will have to be extra careful or else they might trigger some unpleasant responses.
I think among the more well-known bots the most affected are general high-energy bots like Blurr or Hot Rod, stressed and ill-tempered bots like Prowl or Starscream and those that were built for physical labor like Megatron or Rumble and Frenzy.
The cassettes in general can all be very unpleasant if Soundwave has them in his chest for too long I imagine, but that's a different topic.
Can we have more headcanons on the insecticons/reader? *+*
Maybe also the way they like to get their tongues under her clothes and panties ;3
SFW:
It doesn't matter how many degrees there are outside, the chamber where their Hive is will always remain at a pleasant temperature for her.
The area where her room is located can be heated or cooled depending on her own preference, and the temperature outside it never fluctuates for more than a few degrees
She is regularly spoiled with an energon nectar that's sticky and sweet on its own. When used in preparing other food or added to meals as a sauce however, it enhances and enriches the kind of flavour the meal already has.
The chittering, whistling and screeching became a common way of them showing affection and the whole Hive vibrates with joy when she responds or proclaims her own love and fondness with one of such sounds. Especially since human vocal cords aren't meant to produce something even approximate to that sound, so any attempt on her part would be praised.
NSFW:
While the nectar provided to her as a treat, the Insecticons also create a thicker, even richer kind.
That kind is used to stimulate the Queen into a heat cycle, and make the receiving and birthing of eggs easier.
Since their Queen is a human, the thicker nectar also provides the effect of a longer lifespan, when in the case of a Queen that would be an insecticon, it would shorten it due to the nectar being used to immobilize her.
The times when she needs a break from carrying and being filled with eggs isn't spent with leaving her desperate and unfulfilled. That's where her attendants come in.
She is fully clothed at those times, to preserve her modesty and make her fully aware she is pleasured as she wishes, and stops when she wishes.
In a proper fashion, two attendants will use their tongues to focus on her chest, and two to focus on pleasuring her through the fabric of her panties. When deemed wet enough and given the command, they remove the panties and slide inside. They massage their Queen's folds before one of them focuses on the clit, and the other gently probing and swiping and stroking inside her cunt.
The ones paying attention to her chest also use their claws to stimulate her breasts, so each swipe of their warm metal and silicone feels even stronger
Insecticons have small claspers on the very tips of their tongues, separating the tubes that produce nectar and the ones that produce the materials that they secure and repair their hives with.
In case the Insecticon in charge of keeping the Queen filled with eggs by acting as a living plug is summoned into battle, the wax like substance can be pumped at the very front of her cunt, creating a seal that in most cases holds long enough for the emergency to pass and her attendants to return.
When it comes down to which Transformers do or do not have certain pieces of anatomy, I think you could experiment with it. You could come with fancy world building explanations too, which is probably my favorite part. We've seen that mechs constructed cold can be.. altered before they're decanted, so to say. IDW Lost Light readers..
There's so, so much corruption and bigotry in the Transformers universe that it is depressingly easy to expand upon. So when I play with carry-capable valveplug, I lean heavily on how repair and upgrade-able Cybertronians are.
Plug and play and sparkplay I usually do not restrict. In fact, plug and play is interesting because I think it has general usages as well. If you don't have a port array and aren't expected to have one, I think people generally assume you're having less interface than you possibly are.
I play with this:
Forged Mechs: Generally have port arrays, gestation capabilities, and other supplemental anatomy.
Cold Constructs: Varies by batch. This one changes the most depending on what I want the wider setting to be like. To cut manufacturing costs or restrict reproductive rights, may not have arrays. And some puritans go for 'why have a port without a gestation chamber?' and don't bother. For political or 'higher-quality' products, some might have port arrays.. supplemental anatomy may or may not be included.
Cold Construct Made To Order: MTO's vary a bit from the regular cold constructs, because Cybertronians really just. Love war. (Exhausted) Commissioned soldiers are the least likely to have a port array, since their life expectancy honestly isn't good, and their purpose isn't to be fucking around on the clock. It's been suggested that in order to power the.. more intense weaponry they're usually outfitted with, any charge that might otherwise be Horny Charge is diverted into those weapons power cells.
The fun part where cold constructs are trans coded again you can pry this from my cold dead hands- is when reformats and modding come into play. If you have access to the parts, I believe it's possible to install a port array into a mech without one. It may involve some finangling and a lot of detail work for proper sensory function, but yayyy bottom surgery.
I think it's possible to go even farther, and with enough code updates, install a gestation tank and the necessary systems. But it's a bit more delicate and might involve a little spark work that spooks some medics away.
You can also get them removed yay bodily autonomy they assassinated the senate you can get a robo-hysterectomy if you want. Hell, yoink the whole thing.
I love array modding I think it's so cool. I think some cold constructs (cough, Brainstorm) who may have them installed later get kinda wild with the customization, though. Since they're putting a whole new system in and not just altering components, you should let them fuck around a little. As a treat. I suggest the fic 'you can touch, you can play' by naughtyskeletonpuns on Ao3 for a really fun example of this.
World building, man, I love world building,,
I think if Prowl was built with a port array, it was a political / quality deal, and there's no forge up there. You can think about the narrative implications of that if you want.
The Prowl bottom surgery fic,, I will get it out eventually. Might get rid of the smut to shorten the writing process up.
Oh my god those Bee and Elita-1 hcs were perfection! *Kisses fingertips* may I request some saucy hcs of Earthspark Megatron? What do you think he enjoys most?
Ahhhh thank you!! I was already working on some for him, so you read my mind!! Enjoy some saucy Reader x Megatron!
(Note: I've got a headcanon bots can knock up aliens, including organics.)
1. His horniness exists on a a broad spectrum that stretches from "happy to be here" all the way to "feral rutting to save the species", and a wide array of behaviours can be enjoyed between. When more relaxed, he'll take his time to undress you, and his flirting will lean towards being almost poetic. The more desperate he is, however, the more you can expect to lose an article of clothing to his overly eager servos. Privacy matters very little once he's truly desperate, and it's also quite difficult to get all of his mass out of sight, so he's become a master of stealth. A small back hallway at GHOST is more than sufficient for him.
2. He's too ashamed to admit it to most anyone, but he has a colossal breeding kink, and the fact he can impregnate you fills him with so many conflicting feelings. There's some part of him that wants it more than anything; to spark you up, watch you swell with his sparkling, and bring new life to his incredibly endangered species. At the same time, he feels terribly guilty just for having these thoughts, and he's certain the guilt is warranted for too many reasons to count. One in particular is how selfish he feels to ask such a thing of you. Still, the desire is there, and should you discover it and convince him you want to try... Clear your schedule for the next week or so.
3. He thinks it's silly, but one of his favorite places to make love is the forest. Cybertron had some, but he was rarely able to explore them, and those on earth have given him a second chance to enjoy the tranquility. When he's (reasonably) certain the two of you are alone, he'll always be down for a quickie in the woods.
