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Vortex tugged on the cuffs binding his wrists, eager to get First Aid to pick up the pace. His wrists were cuffed above his helm and secured to the berth, leaving him unable to force the medics helm down further. Instead, First Aid pulled off his spike and pouted at him.

“Texxxx! You’re ruining all my fun.” First Aid whined.

Vortex couldn’t believe the attitude. Here First Aid was with his favorite mech tied up at his mercy and he decides to suck Vortex’s spike and whine about it. Vortex would be impressed if his spike wasn’t throbbing so hard.

“Sorry baby. Go ahead, I’ll be still.”

First Aid smiled and licked his derma then leaned back down, taking his whole spike in one go. Vortex arched and groaned, he could feel the smug medic smile as he sunk all the way down. First Aid groaned as his spike tickled the back of his throat. 

Vortex yelped and tugged at the cuffs weakly, shifting his wrists to get some leverage somehow. First Aid didn’t seem to notice or care, continuing to focus on the spike down his throat. Vortex paused as he felt the medic shift, putting one of the copter’s legs between his thighs. First Aid began to grind his valve against the leg plating in time with the slow bobbing of his helm. 

The mere thought that First Aid was so turned on that he was grinding on his leg had done something to Vortex. It was enough to have him yank at the cuffs with all his strength, snapping the chain. Vortex pulled First Aid up then flipped them, pressing his medic to the berth with his own weight. First Aid panted, drool on his chin as he smiled at Vortex. 

“Come on.” First Aid looped a leg around the copter’s waist and pulled him close, “let’s have some fun.”

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Fort Max gently placed Ambulon on the berth. The medic was limp but he had a smug smile on face. He spread a leg to the side, knee pressed against the berth. His other leg lifted to press against Fort Max’s thigh. He ran one of his servos down his frame, his other above his helm.

Fort Max just raised an optic ridge. Ambulon pouted in response, “I’m aching Max, would you help me?”

Fort Max grabbed the ankle, leaning forward to push high on the berth. Ambulon’s valve panel opened and spread his valve lips with a free servo. Fort Max got to his knees, pressing a kiss to his node. He moved Ambulon’s servo out of the way to meet the other above his helm.

Fort Max shifted his grip, servos gripping underneath knees and pressing down. Licking and sucking as he felt servos grip his finials and scratching for purchase.

“Oh right there! Please right there!”

Fort Max smiled as his glossa fragged the swollen valve. He hummed, enjoying the squeals above him as fluid slid down his intake. He lifted his helm to look at Ambulon whose chassis was rising and falling quickly, fans roaring. 

“Max, you’re too good at this.”

Fort Max’s chest rumbled with a laugh, licking a stripe up his valve. 

“As long as you like it, Amby.”

Fort Max kissed his way up Ambulon’s chassis, climbing onto the berth and lining his spike up. Ambulon wrapped his arms around his neck, 

"Give it to me slow and deep.” 

Fort Max nodded, “your favorite.”

Ambulon hummed, moaning as Fort Max quickly thrust in against, smashing against his ceiling node and arching. 

“There we go. Just how I like you, soft and blitzed.”

Fort Max ground down, smiling brightly as Ambulon squealed and moaned.

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Grimlock opened the door to their hab suite. The smell was intoxicating, charge rippled in the air tingling his olfactory sensors. He stumbled through the door, locking it behind him. 

“Frag.”

Misfire was a sight to behold. His thighs were soaked with lubricant and transfluid forming a puddle under his aft, bouncing on a false spike suctioned to the berth. He was in a daze, leaning back and drooling, moans punched out. His wings fluttered as a harsh bounce sent him further down the false spike’s knot.

Grimlock sat in front of Misfire, watching his chassis rise and fall. Grimlock opened his spike panel. With a servo, he put his hand in the lubricant on the berth, picking up as much as he could. Then he wrapped his servo around his spike, lubing it up.

On Misfire’s lift up, Grimlock shifted to wrap his arm around Misfire’s thighs. He lifted him all the way off the false spike and dropped him on his very real one. 

Misfire screamed as he squirted. Misfire arched, bucking and moving his pedes to force motion out of Grimlock. Grimlock retracted his battle mask and pressed his face into Misfire’s neck, licking at the cables. 

“Ohhhh please! Pleasepleasepleaseplease! Grimlock, alpha PLEASE!”

Grimlock tore the false spike from the berth, throwing it to the side. He pushed them down, fucking Misfire hard into the berth. 

“You smell so good.” 

Grimlock growled, lifted Misfire by the neck and spun him around, then forced him back down. Misfire whined as Grimlock went back to battering his gestation tank seal.

Grimlock reached around, pressing hard against his node. Misfire kicked as he overloaded, but Grimlock didn’t stop even after he felt the seal open and his spike enter the tank. 

Grimlock pulled Misfire up, pressing his free servo against his bulging stomach. Grimlock captured Misfire’s derma in a kiss as he forced his knot into the jet. Misfire screamed into his intake as it swelled and transfluid pumped into his tank. 

Misfire leaned back, panting, “I’m so hot. It hurts, hurts so much. It feels empty. Please.”

Grimly rumbled, “I’ve got you.”

Grimlock sat back on his haunches, his servos moving underneath Misfire’s knees and pulling them up to his chassis. Misfire groaned, grasping at Grimlock’s helm and whatever he could reach. 

“I’ve got you.”

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Sitting on Ratchet’s lap, servos were rubbing up and down his spine. He couldn’t think and he didn’t want to. Ratchet had said he didn’t need to think, he was his sweetspark. Drift’s helm felt fuzzy and light, full of sludge and- and something he couldn’t think of right now.

Ratchet’s derma brushed against a finial as a servo circled Drift’s node. He whispered sweet nothings against the side of his face, pressing kisses as he went down Drift’s face and neck.

“You’re beautiful, most gorgeous mech ever.”

Drift whined, squeezing his arms tighter around Ratchet’s shoulders. He hid his face in the medic’s neck. Ratchet lifted his helm, smiling as he looked at Drift attempting to hide.

“Aw, are you shy?” Ratchet pressed another kiss, “Your frame is beautiful, your face is beautiful.”

Drift moaned, squirming to encourage Ratchet’s servo to move faster, press harder. The praise was doing something too him. His processor went floaty and the only thing that mattered were the kind words spoken through soft touches and silk words.

“Oh, you like that don’t you? It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

There wasn’t a doubt in Drift’s mind that Ratchet had him. Ratchet always had, even before the war.

A hard press directly on his node had him squealing and throwing his helm back.

“Please please please please”

“Sh sh sh.” Ratchet kept up the pressure but didn’t move his servo. “Doing so well, letting me have my fun. You definitely earned your overload. Good job, baby.”

Drift’s engine revved as he moaned. The servo against his node moved in circles and a digit slipped inside his valve. 

“Come on baby, overload for me.”

That was all it took for Drift to be squirting all over Ratchet’s servo, practically screaming with pleasure. Ratchet smiled, he’d definitely be adding more praise to their nightly fun.

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“Mask off.”

Blast Off retracted his battle mask, staying still as Onslaught walked around him. A servo brushed his aft then followed the curve between his legs, palming his array. As he walked around, his servo rose up his back, settling on a shoulder.

He stopped when he was back in front of Blast Off. 

“You respond with ‘yes sir.’ You got that?”

Blast Off nodded, “yes sir.”

Onslaught retracted his own mask then tapped two digits against Blast Off’s derma. 

“Open.”

“Yes sir.”

Blast Off’s intake opened wide. Onslaught pushed his digits in, reaching the back of his throat. Blast Off moaned as the digits fucked deep. Drool went down his chin and his optics rolled back behind his visor. 

Onslaught was smug, it annoyed Blast Off as much as it turned him on. 

Onslaught pushed his knee between Blast Off’s legs, tapping it against his valve cover. 

“Open.”

Blast Off did so, continuing to suck the digits in his intake. Onslaught growled, pushing his digits all the back and grabbing his throat. 

“What did you say?”

“Yesh shir.” 

The grip loosened, “good boy.”

Onslaught pressed a kiss to his cheek. He pressed Blast Off against him, servos moving to cup his helm. 

“Doing soooo good.”

Blast Off moaned and a thigh ground against his valve. 

“Now, on your knees.”

Blast Off hit the ground hard, “Yes sir.”

Onslaught laughed as he pressed the shuttle’s helm to the base of his spike. 

“So eager! You’re supposed to say it before you do it, but I’ll forgive you this time.”

“Yes sir.”

Blast Off gripped Onslaught's thighs, mouthing at the spike against his derma. He licked up and sunk all the way down in one go. 

Onslaught groaned, pressing a servo against his helm, keeping him down.

“You are way too good at this.”

:yes sir:

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Blast Off pressed Onslaught into the berth, settling his weight on the grounder’s hips. The shuttle ground down against the spike panel, circling his hips as Onslaught groaned in pleasure. Onslaught’s servos rested on Blast Off’s thighs, squeezing gently, urging Blast Off to move. Blast Off laughed to himself, it wasn’t often he got Onslaught at his mercy.

Blast Off opened his valve panel with a quiet click and pressed his now wet bare valve against the spike cover. Moving his servos to Onslaught’s chassis and leaning forward against the mech beneath him. The grip on his thighs became tighter as he felt Onslaught arch up and grind against his valve.

Blast Off pouted and gently hit the chassis beneath him, “Now Ons, let me have my fun. You promised!”

Onslaugh groaned but his grip lightened, allowing Blast Off more control. Blast Off thanked the mech by grinding down harshly against his plating, circling his hips. He groaned when his nose caught on an edge, pressing down and using said edge to stimulate it further. 

As he felt the charge build, Blast Off took pity on Onslaught, giving the signal to let his spike out. Onslaught sighed with relief, the plating opening instantly. Blast Off startled at the feeling of the spike pressed against his aft, but found he didn’t mind it at all. The hefty warmth between his thighs was enough to make him give in.

Blast Off lifted and sat down heavily. 

Onslaught’s servos dug into his hips violently as he moaned. He couldn’t help but arch as the warmth enveloped his spike. 

“Move! Primus Blast Off, move!”

Blast Off smirked, letting his thighs go limp. It would take a lot of force to frag into him like this, the benefit of being a shuttle. Onslaught did try, but even a warframe like him couldn’t do it.

“Give me a moment, I’m comfortable.”

Onslaught glared, baring his dents in annoyance. Then his face turned smug as he shifted a digit to rub Blast Off’s node. Blast Off gasped, visor going bright with charge.

“A-alright. I’m convinced.”

Blast Off lifted and dropped down, arching as his ceiling node and seal were battered. His pace began to falter as his charge built, panting heavy. A knee slipped and he leaned heavily to the side. Onslaught took advantage and rolled them over.

Blast Off fell back against the berth, out of breath, “fine…you win.”

Onslaught smiled, “shoulda known, I always do.”

Blast Off rolled his eyes, “shut up and frag me already.”

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Blast Off whined, curling up as much as he could. Which wasn’t anything given the position he was in. The position being a spreader bar between his knees and attached to his wrists sitting on the back of his neck. 

Bit down on the bar gag, tears pooling in his optics as Onslaught clipped a clamp on his node. The tightness was heavenly. Though the long chain attached made him nervous.

“I told you to stop with the attitude, but you didn’t. This is your punishment.”

The long chain clipped to a loop on his collar. It went taut as Blast Off arched, pulling painfully on his node. His hips squirmed, trying to get comfortable but only making the stimulation worse.

Onslaught's engine rumbled in amusement, “now now, stay still. You can overload as much as you like, but I’m not gonna stop unless you tap out.”

Blast Off arched as hard as the bar would let him, overloading as his node was yanked. His fans were roaring as his charge dissipated.

“You always look so pretty when you do that. Only thing better is that valve of yours.”

With his thumb, he pulled Blast Off’s valve lip to the side. There was a flash of purple biolights running up the inside of his valve, flickering with charge. 

“What do you say we get a better view?”

Blast Off shivered as Onslaught pulled out a series of small clamps. With clinical precision, the small clamps pinched his valve lips. He could feel the subtle stretch as they were pulled apart, kept in place with string and tape on his thighs. 

“There we go.” Onslaught’s EM field was smug. Sadly, it only made Blast Off more turned on. “Now, for the punishment.”

Blast Off looked at Onslaught, was this not the punishment? 

“Now remember, you can scream as much as you like. But I’m looking for an apology.” The words ‘or tap out’ left unsaid.

Blast Off moaned as he felt something small slide inside. He made a curious noise as he felt another slide in. Then another. Then another. 

“You ready?”

Blast Off didn’t have time to even form a thought before the vibrators turned on to max. They clattered against each other, bouncing off and intensifying the already intense vibrations. 

Blast Off arched hard, overloading on the berth as he screamed around the gag. He could barely handle it, overloading again as his nose was yanked by the collar. His hips fell to the side, but he couldn’t squish his thighs closed. Instead he just curled inward, moaning with the madness of another overload without pause.

As quick as it started, the vibrations stopped. 

“You gonna apologize?”

Onslaught removed the gag, watching the lubricant trail down Blast Off’s face. 

“S-sorry. Won’t happen again.” Blast Off arched to shift down the berth, a weak attempt at getting comfortable in such a position. “Now. You gonna -ah frag- you gonna frag me or not?”

Onslaught laughed out loud, “Blast Off, that intake is gonna be the death of you one day.”

Onslaught leaned forward, thrusting his spike in in one go. Blast Off overloaded as he arched hard, the vibrators still inside pressing against his inner walls tight. A kiss was pressed against his helm.

“It’s a good thing that I like that about you.”

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Sunder rutted into the mech below him. Despite the position he was in, Froid was the one holding the leash to his collar. Figuratively and literally. 

Froid was a pleasure, his memories were delicious and his mind was too. Such a smart and devious mech, Sunder found it hard to resist. 

Especially when he teased him, dangling his optics like a piece of candy. 

Sunder’s collar was yanked, pulling him close to Froid’s neck. He could feel the heat from his frame against his cheek, the condensation and charge in the air.

The only thing that would make it better would be seeing Froid.

“Please.”

Froid mumbled something. Sunder slowed, waiting for an answer. 

“Froid, please.”

Froid groaned, reaching over to the nightstand. He unlocked the top drawer with a click, pulling out two crystal blue orbs. They clicked as Froid held them in a servo, using the other to cup Sunder’s chin. With an almost delicate nature, he pressed an optic into each socket. 

With a flicker, his optic feed fizzled into life. The sight before him was just as mesmerizing as he imagined it.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Froid.”

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Skids pressed Swerve into the berth, the mini bot rambling on about something that began with the topic of customers getting heavy in the bar booths. Skids, who normally paid close attention to Swerve’s adorable rambling, had bigger things to focus on. Mainly, getting this mech to fall apart under him.

“-and cleaning up the mess of Nautica’s purge was not a fun experience. I mean! I love Nautica and all but wow she can hold a lot in there. At least it wasn’t the Brainstorm debacle again, there was no beating that! Taking advantage of my services to-”

Skids cut him off with a kiss. A servo cupped Swerve’s face as he cradled him close, holding the mini bot gently. Swerve was eager, throwing his arms around Skids’ neck and kissing back fervently. Skids could feel a small servo reach back and brush his door wings, the signal shooting tingles up his spine.

Skids used a free servo to cup Swerve’s aft. Skids expected for Swerve to rock into it or moan or even pop his panels. What he hadn’t expected was for Swerve to yelp and smash his face into Skid’s nose. Skids let go and sat up, clenching his nose that thankfully wasn’t bleeding.

“Oh Primus! I’m so so sorry, Skids! I didn’t mean to do that.”

Skids waved him off, letting go of his nose and looking at Swerve, “now, what was that?”

Swerve looked at his servos, really looking anywhere but Skids.

“I’ve…i’ve never done this before…not like this. It’s usually been pretty one sided.” Swerve laughed humorlessly.

Skids was shocked but also not surprised. While Swerve had said he’d interfaced before, Skids had figured there was a catch somewhere in there. He was also relieved, just a little. He’d thought he’d hurt Swerve somehow. Skids took Swervo’s in his own, rubbing the minibot’s knuckles with his thumb. 

“Thank goodness. I thought I’d hurt you.” Relief washed through Skid’s EM field, but Swerve only looked confused.

“Are you not upset? I mean, usually when I tell a bot that, they run for the hills! No one wants an inexperienced mini bot. That’s no fun.”

Skid’s optic ridges furrowed, barely able to comprehend what he was hearing. 

“Swerve, I don’t care about that. I just want you. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Skids pulled Swerve close in a tight hug, “I just want you.”

Swerve paused, quiet as he thought. He lifted his helm and shifted so they were face to face. There was a determination in his EM field as he cupped Skids’ face with both servos.

“Skids, frag me.”

Skids gently pushed him down, climbing on top of the mech to be in a similar position as earlier, “You got it.”

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Starscream arched, servos digging into the thick chassis of the mech above him. The pleasure coursing through him is only heightened by the presence and knowledge that Skyfire was the one doing it. 

Skyfire watched with hungry optics, taking in every moment that they were together again. He’d missed this, tearing Starscream apart with waves of pleasure only to put him together again.

Skyfire pressed in hard, enraptured as Starscream overloaded beneath him again. The seeker’s fans blasting loudly as Skyfire kept up his brutal pace. 

Skyfire leaned down, mouthing at neck cables as he overloaded inside Starscream. He could feel the prickling of claws digging into his back where Starscream had grabbed on. 

As they came down, Starscream relaxed onto the berth. Skyfire flipped them, so Starscream was draped over his front. THere was a peaceful silence as they basked in the presence of each other. 

“I missed you.”

Skyfire almost didn’t hear it with how quiet Starscream spoke. However, after looking at Starscream, it was clear he had said it. The light blush dusting his face was a clear tell.  

Skyfire pressed a kiss to Starscream’s cheek, “I missed you too.”

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Pharma was kneeling in front of Tarn, his array open and leaking onto the floor. Tarn unclasped the collar and slipped it around Pharma’s neck. The purple of the synthleather contrasting nicely against the golden hardware and loop in the front. Tarn smiled down at Pharma as he clipped a leash on.

“Who’s my good boy?”

Tarn pet Pharma’s helm, cooing at the neediness of his pet. Pharma leaned into the touch, angling to get the servo on his helm down by his intake. Tarn was quick to catch on and removed his servo.

So it would be like that tonight.

“Behave, pet.”

Pharma didn’t respond verbally. Instead he opened his intake wide, letting Tarn see his throat twitch and swallow around empty air. 

It was too hot. 

Tarn didn’t say anything, his fans kicked on. He could tell Pharma was smug about it. He was going to tell Pharma to do something when the jet leaned forward and pressed his open intake against Tarn’s spike panel. Tarn choked in surprise but quickly gathered himself and yanked Pharma back by the leash.

“I said behave.”

Pharma didn’t close his intake, in fact he just stuck his glossa out. It irked Tarn just a little, enough that when he got a nasty idea he didn’t feel too bad about it.

He pulled Pharma back onto his spike cover, intake open and drool beginning to fall down his chin. 

“If you’re so desperate to be bad, might as well humo my leg like the feral thing you are.”

Pharma was all too eager. Tarn shifted his pede to allow Pharma to sit on it while keeping his intake in place. After that, Pharma humped his bare valve against Tarn’s pede, getting pink lubricant all over it. 

Tarn fed off the charge, using it to build his own up. His HUD pinged with alerts about spike pressurization. Perfect.

‘You should have behaved, pet.’

One look down at that face and it was clear to see how mindless Pharma had become. Content to hump his pede like an animal. Tarn shifted his grip, softly holding his helm in place. With one final HUD ping, his grip tightened and his spike pressurized down Pharma’s throat.

Pharma choked, optics over bright and rolling back. The charge snapped as Pharma overloaded and went limp. 

Tarn let him fall backwards onto the floor, arms out and legs still limp around the pede. The end of the leash held him barely above the ground. 

Tarn smiled in triumph as he kicked Pharma’s legs open, exposing his clenching valve to him. Pharma whined and began to shift his hips up against the pede. Tarn quickly pulled back.

“You should have behaved pet, because that’s the last overload you’ll be having tonight unless you behave.”

Something told Tarn that he’d have Pharma begging soon. But for now, he’s all too happy to drag out the fun.

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Fort Max held Ambulon tight to his lap. Back to chassis, one arm around his waist and the other over his shoulder. There was no room to move, to even squirm in Fort Max’s grip. 

Ambulon leaned his helm back resting on the shoulder behind him. He panted with open intake as Fort Max forced him deeper on his spike. 

Ambulon could do nothing but hold on to the arm around his shoulders and moan. His stomach bulging around the spike’s girth. 

Fort Max curled over Ambulon, surrounding him entirely. The arm around his waist shifted, gathering Ambulon’s legs against his chest then looping his arm under his knees. 

Ambulon could only hold on as Fort Max lifted him up and down his spike. Ambulon threw his helm back hard as he overloaded again.

Fort Max rested his helm in the medic’s neck, pressing gentle kisses wherever he could touch. He did not stop thrusting, pushing on to drive him to the edge again. 

Ambulon gasped out, “imagine mechs finding out that- ugh that you frag a con.” 

A giddy smile painted Ambulon’s face. He’d laugh at the irony if he wasn’t getting his gestation tank filled.

Fort Max revved making a displeased sound, “I’m not. I’m dragging my conjunx.”

Those words were enough to send Ambulon over the edge again and pulled For Max with him. Fort Max quickly used the servo that was holding his shoulders to rub Ambulon’s node, coaxing another overload out as Fort Max filled him with transfluid. 

By the time they were done and Fort max pulled out, Ambulon was gaping and his gestation tank bulged heavily with the load. 

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Brainstorm threw his helm back, servos resting on the chassis beneath them. Perceptor smiled against his valve and tightened his arms that were wrapped around Brainstorm’s thighs.

It wasn’t often that he got Brainstorm to sit on his face. It was a pleasure every time, to be surrounded by the mech’s scent and fluids, have him at his mercy, feel the fluid on his chin. It was satisfying like nothing else. 

Perceptor yanked down hard, Brainstorm’s knees slipping further apart as he fell onto Perceptor’s face. Perceptor groaned as he tasted lubricant on his glossa. Perceptor pressed his tongue flat against Brainstorm’s node, moving back and forth before plunging into his valve as deep as he could. 

Brainstorm squealed and squirmed but Perceptor’s wrecker strength never failed him. Perceptor nipped at a valve lip and licked against the throbbing lip. Brainstorm’s valve was swollen from the teasing and biting, biolights glowed in the soft lighting. 

Perceptor took pity and pushed his glossa into fiddle with any internal nodes he could reach, tilting his helm up to get deeper. He vented deeply, ingraining Brainstorm’s chemical tinted scent into his processor. 

With a nudge of his nose on Brainstorm’s node, he squirted, transfluid coating Perceptor’s face. Perceptor locked his joints as Brainstorm kicked his legs and thrashed. 

Once the jet calmed, Perceptor sat up while keeping his glossa in that valve. Brainstorm fell back into the microscope’s lap, going lax as he was tipped upside down. Perceptor’s grip shifted to loop around his waist and keep him held up. With a nudge, Brainstorm’s legs fell forward exposing his valve to Perceptor’s whims. 

With a long lick, Perceptor pulled back. Brainstorm whined but didn’t move. Perceptor watched as lubricant gently came out and began to run down his front. Perceptor licked his derma and dove in again.

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Brainstorm was hanging wrapped in smooth rope. His servos tied to the opposite elbow and locked with loops of rope that crossed all over his frame and ended holding one leg bent to his chassis while the other hung down to brush the ground. It was invigorating to be so out of control. Even more so when Perceptor ran his digits across the son of his wings. 

It was well known that wings of any type were more sensitive than normal kibble. Being a flier meant that their wings had to take in a lot of input to function. It was a masterful balance of too much and not enough. Of course, Perceptor found a way to max it.

Brainstorm could do nothing but whine and whimper as Perceptor slowly licked up a wing, gently biting at the edge. His joints weren’t spared either. Despite him having shoulder mounted wings, Perceptor still lavished each joint with licks and kisses as his hand teased the opposite wing with gently brushes, heightening their sensitivity for later. 

Soon enough, every brush of the air warm vent was setting Brainstorm off in twitches. Lubricant dripping down his dangling leg onto the floor. Perceptor rested behind the jet, one servo reaching around and fingering his valve and the other playing with his wings. 

“Your wings are so sensitive. Is this just for me?”

Brainstorm didn’t have the mental capacity to even process the words spoken let alone respond.

Perceptor smiled and pinched the tip of a wing, “Just for me then.”

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Overlord had Trepan bent over his lap, valve exposed to the harshness of his servo. It was torture for the small mech, who whimpered and clenched his thighs together at every strike. Though his moans did nothing to hide how much he loved it.

Overlord brought his servo down, big enough to cover Trepan’s entire aft. The spank wasn’t near full strength, it stung and jerked Trepan forward a little. 

Trepan shifted, attempting to move forward, moving a knee between Overlord’s thighs. Instead it just allowed Overlord to do what he wanted. 

The next strike landed right on Trepan’s valve. His node singing with tingling pain. Trepan screamed as he overloaded on Overlord’s servo. 

Overlord revved his engine with pleasure. Smiling down as his digits rubbed the sore node.

“Poor thing. Does Trepan need another overload?”

Trepan squealed as Overlord spanked his valve again. 

Overlord laughed, moving his free servo around Trepan’s neck and upper chest. He forced the little mech to arch back until he was looking at Overlord.

Overlord spanked him a few more times until he was on the edge of another overload. Coolant leaked out of Trepan’s optics that Overlord happily licked up.

Overlord leaned down, capturing Trepan in a kiss. Trepan was gasping and moaning, barely able to respond in the kiss as another spank came down on his aft. Overlord took the opportunity to push his long glossa down Trepan’s throat. Trepan gasped, reaching up to pull Overlord closer. Overlord moaned, feeling the slight movement of his glossa in Trepan’s throat. 

Overlord broke the kiss, then brought his servo far back. With a hard spank that sent Trepan forward and down, Trepan screamed, overloading.

Trepan panted in the mech’s lap. Overlord rubbed his lubricant covered servo up and down Trepan’s back. 

“We aren’t done yet.”

Trepan groaned, a spank hitting him going once again.

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Shockwave pinned Blurr to the berth, servos interlacing as he slowly slid inside the speedster’s valve. Blurr was already grinding down, impatient as ever. Shockwave forced his front down to take away some leverage. 

“Come on! Come on! I’m ready!”

Shockwave sighed as he forced his spike to expand towards his normal size. The ability to shrink and expand limbs was useful enough to tease the mech below him and stretch him without injury. Blurr’s arms were lying limply in front of his face. His face was buried into the pillow that kept him comfortable as his knees ached with every thrust. 

Shockwave arched over him, yanking Blurr back down onto his spike. Blurr gasped as he felt Shockwave expand his spike, the Decepticon torturing Blurr and ruining his valve. 

Blurr overloaded again, transfluid running down his inner thighs. Shockwave groaned at the squeeze on his spike. He fully curled over Blurr and began to rut as fast as he could. 

After what felt like eternity in bliss, Shockwave finally overloaded. Blurr groaned at the feeling and smiled softly as Shockwave nuzzled his neck. 

“Get off, you’re heavy.”

Shockwave didn’t answer, just laid on his side and pulled Blurr in.

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They were drunk, incredibly drunk. In all fairness, they were celebrating the end of the war and everyone was drunk. All the bars were packed with autobots and decepticons alike. Even Onslaught, who hated getting drunk and losing control of himself, was absolutely wasted. Blast Off was the more sober between the two, but that wasn’t a high mark. 

The two were screaming at each other over the blasting music, faces close as they tried to talk. Blast Off must’ve thought Onslaught said something hilarious because he was bent over laughing with a bright smile on his face.

Onslaught suddenly and viscerally needed Blast Off, carnally. 

With little care for social niceties, Onslaught yanked Blast Off up and smashed their derma together. It was uncoordinated and sloppy but neither cared in the slightest. Blast Off gasped in surprise but quickly returned the favor. 

Onslaught nipped at Blast Off’s bottom derma. Taking advantage of the small gasp, he slipped his glossa in the shuttle’s intake. Blast Off groaned as Onslaught made a very messy attempt at getting his glossa down the shuttle’s throat. It was uncoordinated but both were wasted and didn’t care in the slightest.

Blast Off crawled his way into Onslaught’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and pushing his aft into Onslaught’s servos. 

Onslaught groaned, pushing deeper into Blast Off’s intake. Blast Off opened his optics and pulled close as he slightly pulled away to suck on Onslaught’s glossa. Onslaught opened his optics in surprise, their gazes meeting and only making their need worse.

They pulled apart, a string of oral lubricant connecting their derma. 

“We don’t allow fragging! Out!”

Onslaught looked to see the bartender glaring at them. He lifted Blast Off into his arms and carried them out of the bar.

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First Aid ground down into the thigh against his valve cover. His grip was tight on Vortex as the copter kissed his way down his neck. 

First Aid panted, voice uneven as he began to fall apart, “m-maybe we should take this to the berth?”

Vortex didn’t say anything as he lifted First Aid by the thighs and carried him to berth. Aid expected to be thrown into the bed but was pleasantly surprised to be sat in Vortex’s lap. 

Vortex shifted First Aid’s hips, grinding up into him. Vortex gently brought one servo to his intake, and nipped at the tip of a digit. 

First Aid groaned, grinding his array and whining as Vortex sucked on the drop of energon on his digit. First Aid was lost in the haze of pleasure, drowning until he felt a sharp sting in his neck. 

“Primus, you taste divine.”

Vortex latched onto the cut in his neck, licking the bit of energon that trailed down. 

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Misfire screamed as Grimlock reached in front to pinch his node. Misfire arched back hard, body tense as he was dropped down on that massive spike again. 

He panted hard, chassis heaving as he fell back against Grimlock. Grimlock took it in stride, keeping Misfire from slumping forward. He didn’t let go of his node though. He rubbed in gentle circles as Misfire relaxed in his lap. 

Though the noises never stopped. Whether it was the sound of transfluid between his digits or Misfire’s cries of pleasure, Grimlock couldn’t get enough. Even if some of the Scavengers (all of them) ended up moving a few rooms down, he didn’t particularly care. All that mattered was the seeker screaming in his lap and begging so prettily.

Speaking of, Grimlock planted his pedes further up the berth, pushing Misfire’s knees apart and spreading him wider. Misfire didn’t notice it. Grimlock didn’t give any warning before pushing his hips off the berth and into Misfire’s valve. 

The resulting scream was a treat.

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Blurr felt Shockwave’s arms lengthen and wind around his chassis and arms, pinning them to his side. It was a quick lift off the ground before Blurr was maneuvered to Shockwave’s whims. 

Shockwave was standing, leaving quite the gap between Blurr and the ground. Blurr was sat on top of the warframe’s fairly large spike. He took the message and squeezed his thighs tight, drawing out a long moan from Shockwave. He began to thrust slowly between those thighs, enjoying the feeling of Blurr’s valve dripping around his spike where it was nestled between the lips. 

It wasn’t long before Blurr began to lose his composure. His thighs relaxed and he would angle his hips down to get more sensation. Shockwave found the desperation adorable. Though he gave into the whining and pleading for more. 

Further extending one arm, he grabbed the wheels that made up Blurr’s ankles and held them high. In one motion, he lifted the slim mech up and then back down onto his spike, seating inside in one go. 

Blurr squealed, engine revving as he squirmed in the tight grasp that lifted him up and down like a toy. 

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Perceptor had been working late nights in the lab recently. Brainstorm was insanely curious but let it be. It was supposed to be a surprise for him. Brainstorm expected a new instrument for the lab or even some sort of gun, but when Perceptor came into their hab suite, three him on the berth, and pulled out a gelatinous substance, he was just a tad confused.

“Not that I’m not flattered you so desperately want me, but what’s that?”

Perceptor kept his usual calm cool demeanor as he spread Brainstorm’s legs and exposed his valve. 

“A gift.”

“That doesn’t help much.”

Perceptor smiled just a little, “then think of it as an experiment.”

With that, Perceptor brought a glob of the stuff to his valve and rubbed it around and just inside. There wasn't any effect at first, but he noticed his frame begin to heat and his gestation tank ache. 

“Perry…did you make an aphrodisiac? Just for me?”

The growing smile on his face said yes. As Perceptor fingered him, Brainstorm felt his valve begin to warm and tingle, sensitizing to the barest of touches. 

It wasn’t long before his thighs were wrapped around Perceptor's arm. Overloading simply wasn’t enough anymore, his body heating and demanding rough touches and the sensation of being filled. Whatever Perceptor had made, made Brainstorm insatiable. It was perfection.

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Brainstorm was doing his usual thinking upside down when he heard a small creak. It was insignificant and he almost missed it. If it wasn’t for the following very loud and dangerous sounding creak from the same spot. A simple look and he could see a strap on the harness give out. 

He braced himself for the fall that never came. As he opened his optics he was quite happy to see that the rest of the harness hadn’t given out. Unfortunately it had bound him up in the process of saving him but he’d take any small wins right now. An attempt to fee one of his pinned arms showed no success. His legs were free to kick about but he was too far off the ground to do anything. 

He was about to give up when he heard the lab door open behind him. 

“I see your harness has broken just as I said it would.”

Brainstorm rolled his optics, “haha Percy, yeah you win. Now help me down.”

He felt a servo rest on his lower back, “but you look so good like this.”

Brainstorm didn’t have time to process the words when he felt a glossa licking at his panels. He was quick to release the covers and Perceptor was quick to get a tight grip on his thighs, holding him to his face. No matter how he squirmed, he couldn’t get away and there was something so enticing about that.