hi, hello, how ya doin'? my name is MOSS, and this is my fancy schmancy horndog NSFW sideblog where i post every once in a blue moon.
you can find my main blog at mossmobile where i post normal shit and reblog a lot of cool art. i can also be found on ao3 at verdancing where you can find all of my writing, sfw and . not.
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ehhh this blog is kind of a work in progress right now, but more relevant stuff down below ↓↓↓ please do read before going too deep into my blog, unless you want to get jumpscared by things you'd rather not see
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i post Not Safe For Work!!! this is a nsfw blog!!! i'm writing a criminal amount of Freak Shit!!! (more on that below) i will endeavor to tag anything that might be triggering, and you can always ask me to tag more stuff if you want help filtering for or against it
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beyond having an askbox and a submissions box, i also accept dms if you want to shoot me a message through that instead of elsewhere :)
you can send in asks requesting things! i'm open to it! but i'm a slow writer on the best of days, so while I May Write for Anything That Gets Sent in, I Probably Won't Be Writing For Everything That Gets Sent In.
Hey. Just so you know, by the way—I Write Some Real Freaky Shit. i feel in some ways i'm fairly tame by certain standards, but i write some stuff that i know can be hard nos for other people. from noncon to watersports to vore to pregnancy, nothing is too outlandish for me. you can drop basically anything in my inbox as well lmao
i'm currently big into transformers so that's like. probably the extent of what i'm gonna be writing lol. expect a lot of rodimus shoved down your throat lol
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VENOMAYBE | story ideas and concepts. not actual writing, just spitballing thoughts
VENOMYTH | long-form writing! full fics <3
VENOMINI | short-form writing. little pieces of dialogue or pieces of larger WIPs
prowlop tf one fic idea that idk if i'll ever finish, but i had so much fun writing the opener, so here fsdfgss
Optimus’s love for Megatron was an obvious thing.
It was in the softening of his eyes whenever Megatron’s name came up during strategy meetings. It was in the shaking of his servos when Megatron appeared on the battlefield. It was in his unending, irrational mercy—letting Megatron and his Decepticons go, over and over again, never killing a single soul in this time of war.
Certainly those always-cogged Autobots were missing context, and even Megatron himself seemed to dutifully ignore his once closest’s feelings, but to the formerly cogless miners who had been there to see D-16-and-Orion-Pax when they were a matched pair, it was easy to see that on their side of the fight at least, those feelings hadn’t faded.
Arcee knew. Ratchet knew. Jazz, Elita, Ironhide, Wheeljack, a hundred others and more… and Prowl.
And Prowl, with his fancy new tactical computer that let him crunch numbers like never before, had deduced that Optimus Prime’s lingering longing for his lost companion was, in many ways, extremely detrimental to the war effort.
And, if anything, Megatron’s lasting attachment to Optimus—though the warlord would surely never admit to such a thing—was only making him all the more dangerous.
Thus, Prowl had come up with a deceptively simple solution to this problem: he was going to seduce Optimus Prime.
By supplanting Megatron, shifting Optimus’s affections onto someone he wasn’t waging war against, their Prime may finally come to see that the only way to beat Megatron was to actually exert some amount of force against him. Whether that was by finally just killing the Decepticon leader or meting out the punishment he should’ve given Megatron back at the start of everything and committing to capturing, imprisoning, and trying him.
Starscream was finicky, but his ego could be played to. Shockwave’s motivations were difficult to parse, but he could be talked down by the right fist to his optic. And though Soundwave seemed to avoid leadership for himself, he was a reasonable mech that held the audials of many powerful members of his movement.
Without Megatron at the lead, it was possible the Decepticons could agree to a ceasefire at the least. At worst, they would be easier to fend off without a figurehead to rally behind. But with Megatron treating every action the Autobots took as a personal slight against him, anything even remotely resembling peace would remain little more than a daydream.
The arguments were all there. Problems only started to arise when Prowl stopped to consider how exactly he was going to go about executing his plan.
There were several routes Prowl could take for various outcomes, but the quickest one he’d calculated was slightly more direct. Instead of spending who knew how long building up a truly amorous relationship between himself and Optimus, he was going to use… something of a shortcut.
The plan was initially based on several key factors: that Optimus craved physical affection, that very few people showed him physical affection due to his status as a Prime, and that Optimus was terrible at telling people—particularly the once cogless miners of Iacon who heard it much more than others—‘no’.
Prowl would spend a set length of time projecting ever more interest in Optimus before finally propositioning him. Optimus, who craved at least some kind of physical intimacy and who often indulged his inner circle—a rank Prowl had more than earned at this point—would almost definitely say yes. And Prowl had calculated that odds were, even if Optimus said no, that with careful pushing he might change his mind at a later date.
The seduction itself was only the first part of the plan, as Prowl was sure that with repeated encounters, Optimus’s feelings would shift from purely physical to emotional as well. Whether Optimus truly fell in love with him or simply began caring for him as a favorite… concubine of sorts, his attention should be sufficiently diverted from Megatron in the process.
So Prowl had a plan. And he knew he was capable of executing it to the fullest ability. And when he was done, Optimus should care significantly less about the wellbeing of Megatron, and should be much happier besides with Prowl taking care of his emotional wellbeing.
It was foolproof.
All that was left… was to do it.
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yeah fadfgsedrg that was the concept. additional thoughts:
prowl seducing his boss for the good of the war. that's definitely the only reason lol. definitely nothing else
jazz is prowl’s closest confidant (and maybe amica endura?) and he's aware of prowl’s plan to seduce optimus, but he's more under the impression that prowl is doing this because he's in love with the big boss and he's just justifying his seduction w the megatron shit. and you know what . he is kind of right
prowl has Tender sex w optimus even if he's setting this up as a one night stand because he wants optimus to be emotional
optimus is a virgin 👍 he's never done it with anyone and prowl gets to be his first and prowl is being sooooo normal about that
“Ah—Prowl, wait, I—”
The slide of Prowl’s servo didn’t stop as much as slow its trailing path down Optimus’s front. He was aware that he was moving fairly fast by a normal mech’s standards, but had he gone too far? Had he pushed too hard? Had—
“I—I’ve never—”
Oh.
Prowl’s fans whirred faster against his wishes. Optimus ducked his head, finials flicking back.
Prowl… probably should’ve expected this. It made perfect sense. For all that it was plain to see that Orion Pax and D-16 were in love, there was some level of debate over if they were actually together or pining terribly for each other.
In many ways, this was better for Prowl’s plan. If D-16 was too much of a coward to claim the mech he cared for, then Prowl would gladly prove he was brave enough to take what he wanted. Orion never knew the touch of D-16, but Optimus Prime would never forget this night with Prowl.
prowl gets a little bitey at some point (maybe not the first time they clang idk??) so that next time megatron n optimus fight, megatron can see Evidence of someone else staking a claim on optimus and he can get irrationally furious about it. maybe this kicks off a plot where he seeks personal vengeance against prowl and optimus saves prowl and visibly Chooses prowl over megatron
i kind of want the direction of this fic to be that megop make peace with each other and prowl sort of figures that they'll get together but op still loves him n wants to be with him and prowl is like :O
minirod fuckin. this was going to be part of a larger story but i . got lazy
minimus’s spike is relatively average in size—which is to say it’s quite large for a mech of his stature—and rodimus has definitely taken much larger. pit, he regularly takes much larger because he frags minimus in and out of the armor in equal amounts.
but rodimus can feel the difference in how minimus frags him compared to how magnus does. because even when magnus gets rough, (well. rough by ultra magnus’s standards.) he’s still so very careful with rodimus’s person. which, for all that rodimus might occasionally fantasize about magnus literally breaking his array, rodimus does appreciate.
minimus, however… he’s still careful in the sense that he exhibits care, but he doesn’t have to worry so much about his spike denting rodimus’s internals. so, every now and again, rodimus can convince his second to let loose on him and give him the treatment he so desires.
G1 Rodimus x MTMTE Rodimus selfcest interface where they talk about their similar circumstances in different situations and G1 Rodimus ends up fragging MTMTE Roddie stupid despite an inexperience gap in between the two
i have to imagine that my transformers figures are voodoo dolls and that somewhere out in the multiverse there is a rodimus drift and ratchet in the exact suggestive poses i have them in
rodimus with a vibrator in his valve, sitting in ratchet's lap while ratchet does work or watches a movie or reads over his shoulder. pressed chest to chest, rodimus' head on ratchet's shoulder, ratchet's hand on his back or helm petting him slowly. rodimus just shutters his optics and sits there and enjoys the closeness and the steady sensation inside him. rocking his hips unconsciously, leaning into ratchet's fingers stroking his audials. it feels so good to be held, right up against ratchet's warm frame, while he slowly works towards an overload... at first he's just breathing softly and snuggling close, but soon he's making little shivery moans into ratchet's neck, clutching him tight, rocking his hips faster. ratchet doesn't scold him for distracting him from his work or movie or datapad this time; he just keeps stroking rodimus' plating, maybe murmuring to him about how pretty he sounds like this and how much heat his frame is putting out. eventually rodimus is whimpering out ratchet's name and trembling against him, burying his face in his throat as he tips over the edge... he gasps in overstimulation as he comes down and ratchet doesn't hesitate to reach for the remote on his desk and turn the vibrator down or off. then rodimus can just shiver in his lap and enjoy the afterglow... his valve clenches around the inert vibrator. either he'll work himself up enough to ask for another overload, or maybe he'll just fall asleep right in ratchet's lap because he's already so comfortable
rodimus trying to jerk off in peace when ultra magnus comms him like “i have So much paperwork for you, captain” and rodimus is all huffy about his me time getting interrupted but he's still hard so might as well finish up
except then mid jerk he starts thinking about ultra magnus’s hands on him, in him, and then he overloads so hard his vision glitches out for a few seconds
oh no, rodimus thinks, vents flared open to drag in as much cool air as possible, oh that’s bad.
