Im Dangerously Yours.

“—That’s what I was saying!, but skywarp keeps thinking that the pace was too slow!” You and the blue seeker were spending time with one another finally having some time for yourselves now that other humans at the base left to go on about their business at the base or tend to other bots, and most importantly buster is on her walk with one of your colleagues, so that you and thundercracker can unwind and catch up with what the other had on their servo or hand.

Thundercracker had been looking forward to spend his time with you and discussing the new scenes he was considering after he has appointed you as his unofficial editor, or at least until he gets a professional one that will accept shanix since TC doesn’t have earth money, a new point of view is what he needs, preferably one that isn’t from either of his trinemates who despite being well intentioned manage to deliver it in the worst way a mech can imagine, “TC, you do know that not all scenes need to be overly crafted, like for instance the kind of scene you were looking for over explained it instead of leaving it up to the consumer…” you try to hand it to him as best as you could seeing how genuinely excited thundercracker gets whenever he’s in his creative zone after days of racking his processor and bumping his helm against the wall in hopes of new ideas.

The much larger seeker took a long vent as his cooling fans kicked in letting out a low humming noise as he processes your words carefully as he takes in the feedback, “I think I will try to interpret your suggestion, but I still think that over analyzing the scenery will work wonders in averting the main event of it…” thundercrackers explains as he crouches down to your level and opening his servo, a silent invite for you to hop on as he wastes no time placing you gently and carefully onto his shoulder plate so you don’t fall off and seriously injure yourself, which would happen if TC actually kept his hands off of you for five minutes.

"You are aware that you will have to eventually pay me for all of that editor work right?" You say cynically as you let your body lean more into his servo cupping it and letting yourself relax more as your prop yourself on it, it's not like you don't enjoy helping TC, in fact you like doing so, gives you more time to spend with him.

"Do you accept shanix?"

"What?, no!, how do you even convert that, let alone spend it!?

"Exactly my point, and if it bothers you that much then I guess I can only bring my business to Buster after all she's the best listener,” thundercracker lightly quips as a faint grin stretches itself onto his dermas as he talk about having Buster sit down and listen to him ramble about on hours long about new plot holes he can use in his stories along with her occasional whines of barks that thundercracker takes as either confirmation or rejections, “although you do come to close second to her…” he adds finally leaning down to press a peck to the side of your head careful not to bump it too hard and give you any bruising.

Rolling your eyes at him as he speaks about how much no one shares the same vision as him melodramatically, part of it to catch that faint smile that you’re trying to not show.

“Gee, how nice, did your trinemates cause you to put the bar that low?” You muse at thundercracker glancing up at him as you joke about his ‘brothers’ being well intentioned but managing to deliver what they want to say in the worst way a mech can imagine, or them being horrible listeners in general.

“Well they’re not that bad, okay maybe starscream is that bad, but they’re my trine, and I care about them, but I do enjoy being away from them often times too—“ the blue seeker goes on a ramble trying to excuse the other two seekers as he also lets his optics roll so far in their sockets you would think they would be stuck there before he leaned down his helm to nuzzle it against you, letting it rub against the softness of your body as your hand goes to gently pat it, welcoming the gentle contact. “—like how it is right now, no starscream screaming at Buster for barking, no skywarp to blow something up for amusement, and no Buster barking at starscream for screaming…”

Leaning closer to his faceplate and planting a kiss on him too while he was busy recounting what was happening just a few hours earlier shows just how chaotic those three are. “It leaves me more time to just,…stop and let myself think about you, it’s almost embarrassing how much of you has taken over my writing that I am starting to think that my readers are wondering who are…” thundercracker starts softly letting his red optics glance down at you both in awe and tenderness at how you’ve impacted his writing that almost there is a character based off of you in anything that he writes, to the point that any fool can connect the dots if they look any closer.

“Or how much space have you taken in my processor, I start seeing your face, your…everything even when my optics are offline…” he continues his voice wavering a little as if afraid of going off rail and risk making a lovesick fool out of himself in front of you, thundercracker averts his optics shyly as the thumb of his servo goes on to caress the softness of your body as the plump flesh molds against the firmness of his metal, yet moving it against your skin so gently as to not bruise or discomfort you, you eyes pick up how easily his optics are fighting to not rack all over your body as his fingers glide against the flesh as the skin creases, such a sight was simply hypnotic.

Feeling the weight of a gaze like that of a starving mech barely holding it together makes it harder not to crack a chuckle as your hands snake south towards the band of your pants, unceremoniously unbuttoning them, knowing that your mech’s much larger digits won’t do, “is it because of you writing so much that you know what to say?, because If so, I would say it’s working pretty well thundercracker…” a shaky sigh barely leaves past your lips as you can feel TC’s against your now bare torso as you can sense the smile on his faceplate against your body before he glances his optics up to meet with your eyes.

“I am afraid that this is not the case this time,…because if it were, I would have been able to articulate all of what I feel and see about you…” the blue mech admits curtly at that, wishing for the transparency and suaveness you think he has, not taking into the account of such an effect that you have on him, the hold you have on him, that makes a mech like him stumble upon his words, nitpicking the ones that won’t embarrass himself in front of you.

Thundercracker’s intake start to trickle down kisses all over your body as he takes his sweet time savoring it, letting the firmness of his dermas dig into your folds and letting the warmness of your body ingulf him, something so drastically different than the cold airless space that he was met with all those millennias ago against his faceplate.

It doesn’t slip past you the sound of his engine kick starting as arousal starts to build up in his frame far quicker than he would admit to, the blue hue that’s dusting his face contrast vastly compared to the flushing of your skin under his fervent intake going lower and lower to were your pants where barely hanging onto your ankles, leaning back more into his servo and giving him a better angle to work his intake with as you spread your legs further for him, wanting more of him on you, having missed his touch over the last few days, or has it been weeks?, you weren’t sure, especially with how hasty and shallow his kisses are becoming, as TC introduces his glossa wet with lubricant to add verity to it.

“It’s been so long TC…I’ve missed you.., really, not just—this…” you were partially cut off as his glossa started to glide against your slit, much bigger as it licks all over your crotch, you note how careful and slow he gets especially when it comes to eating you out, going at it slow to savor the taste of you in his mouth and so that none of the joints on his glossa pinches your lower parts, not daring to entertain the thought of hurting you, even on accident.

To focused on pleasuring you and watching your face closely as it contorts at his motions, too busy to answer, too caught up to admit how much he’s had missed you, missed your touch, just how well you fit in his palm, so perfect in his optics that his words fail him miserably; the sound of your moans spilling past your lips blissfully grace his audials never fail to send a surge southwards towards his spike that was pressing against his interfacing panel, left unattended yet he couldn’t care less, especially not with how magnificent you look right now.

Your tits bouncing ever so slightly at the little hitches of air that you take, the sweat building up against your curves giving it a glistening look similar to how your eyes were brimming with unshed tears, unable to hold how good you were feeling, how overwhelmingly euphoric it was, unable to help yourself you grind your hips against his face, tilting them upwards to feel more of him, and Thundercracker doesn’t disappoint, never does, especially when it comes to you, another statically charged moan leaves his intake and goes straight to your cunt, halting your meek grinding against him.

“So exquisite like that you are my dearest…” he says finally raising his glistening intake as it catches in the light of the fluorescent lights at the base, thundercracker doesn’t waste any time picking your body carefully and placing it right above his intake, letting your weight press against it, carefully balancing you so that your legs were draped on the side of his faceplate with his servo propping your back in case you fall from the sides as your hips pick up the pace from where you left when you were grinding against his mouth.

Now the pleasure seems to double with intensity as it surges upwards from where your clit was pressed down from your weight making it all the more difficult to slow down your grinding and instead humping him as your frantic moans pick up the speed that your pussy was gliding with over his tongue as he savors all of your slick dripping down directly into his intake.

Thundercracker can spend his days like that, leaning back with you straddling his face and using to your own pleasure as he glances up and is greeted with the sight of your tits and stomach moving with every glide of your pussy against his glossa is more than enough to turn his processor into much, just like how your mind was turning into the closer you were getting to cumming, “that’s it gorgeous just overload on my glossa,…please?” He even begs for your cum so sweetly too, it makes it all the harder for you to not just cum on the spot.

“What a good mech you are TC…” you moan out load hoarsely as your body spasms making hips stop grinding and instead tremble there in the aftermath of your squirting right into TC’s intake as his glossa helps you to ride out your high.

A few minutes pass where you had been panting from all of the stimulation causes your body to just lean down even more and sprawl halfway across thundercracker’s warm faceplate whose fans doesn’t seem like it’s cooling too much anyways, TC doesn’t waste time as he goes back to pressing light pecks on your stomach and letting the tiny beads of sweat catch onto his dermas, as he allows himself to indulge in you a little more, especially with the sounds of your giggles and tiny squirms against his faceplate. “Don’t you just sound so subli—!” The blue seeker was abruptly stopped offline In his tracks as you sit up right with both of your eyes and optics widening at the very familiar screaming that was coming your way “THUNDERCRACKER!, come and get your noisy fleabag before I turn it to a red stain on the floor!” A curse slips through past TC’s dermas as he quickly opens his cockpit with a hissing sound from the hinges and tossing you in it, sparing no seconds shutting it so neither of his trine sees you that way as he ushers for you to keep quiet and not make any noise as he straightens his frame as the angry red seeker is now holding Buster in his servo careful not to crush her.

“Calm down starscream and tell me what happened..” TC said awkwardly trying to save faceplate and to calm his furious trinemate as he takes the dog from starscream’s servo to try and solve whatever dispute those two may have. “What happened?, I will tell you what happened!, that earth rodent excreted all over my pedes!” The screamer yells even more raising his dirtied pede to show your lover the organic crime that Buster committed, a stark contrast to how well behaved she usually is.

“You should have seen how she happy she was when she did that…” skywarp snickers as he walks in after starscream with a grimace at his trinemate’s dirty pede, “Skywarp, you insolent glitch!, for all I know you could be the one who told it to do that!” The red seeker explodes almost comically as his digits keeps jabbing skywarp’s chassis as he was holding both servos up to prove his innocence of not having anything to do with that.

“Silence!, and what is it with that white liquid on the sides of your intake?!” Starscream returns his glare to thundercracker who was about to take his chance and slip from the quarrel until starscream point to the streak of white semi translucent liquid seeping from the side of his intake, which causes to the blue seeker’s optics to widen like space saucers, “That?, yeah just some lubricant, there was a pebble stuck in my denta…”, good lord TC, a sparkling could come up with a smarter and more plausible lie to save faceplate, you think to yourself as you drag a hand down your face trying to not groan loudly at him.

“By Primus, It’s human overload starscream, you would know that if you got some action…” skywarp muses with a loud groan completely blowing you and thundercracker’s cover as he crudely says it out loud like it was the weather with no regard whatsoever as he managed to insult starscream along with it, “I SAID SILENCE YOU TWO!, and you thundercracker are a disgrace to all seekers!, if not , then all decepticons!” Starscream yells lastly as he throws his servos up in dissent at how shameless the lot of you are as he leaves this conversation still cussing loudly at Buster for excreting on his pedes.

“A mech can never truly have a place for himself can he?” TC sighs indignantly shaking his head while giving a glare to skywarp who was still standing there opening a crate of energon, not bothering to share or ask permission to use it anyway. “You literally have your own habsuite quit whining about it.” The purple mech shrugs his shoulder plates while pointing a finger at his trinemate as he points at how neither he nor starscream are technically at fault, for once in their long lives.

“You two weren’t supposed to be back until hours later, could have at least sent a word over coms!” Thundercracker narrows his optics at skywarp as he snatches the container of energon and taking a sip of it before handing it back to him, noting that a note would have gone along way, “like what?, ‘The dog pissed on starscream pede, be back in five’ ,?” skywarp asks raising his optic ridge with a puzzled look on his faceplate not aware of the sheer obsolete audacity of him this moment.

“Actually yes!” Thundercracker confirms with a look of astonishment at how senseless those two are.

“sheesh, fine we will next time, don’t burst a wire there…” rolling his optics and walking away skywarp begrudgingly agrees leaving the blue mech standing there groaning at the processor buffering they left thundercracker with.

“Those insolent glitches…”

“How about next time we do it in your habsuite?”you say with a soft knock on the glass of his cockpit trying to stifle the laugh trying to put salt in the wound, in his case rust on the wound.