Siberat

Dinner Date- tumblr story- https://www.tumblr.com/siberat/766526716367749120/dinner-date-master-post-master-post-ch-1?source=share

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Art: colored refined sketch, ref used for Hook's expression- I think that's a dead giveaway which I used, but posted below since I used the same expression.

Story:

Just how did he end up in this mess? Well, he was courting First Aid, that’s why. The medic was deeply compassionate and extremely kind. In fact, it was a shock that they had become friends, let alone lovers. But that little medic did something to him that he couldn’t explain.

And that something had him staring at the image in the mirror. He was a mighty Decepticon (ok, factions may not mean that much anymore now that the war is over), known for his fierce, brutish power. Now, he just looked.... pathetic.

Hook gave his legendary sneer at that word. Someone of his stature should never be seen as pathetic.

But one thing Hook was not about to do was be dishonest to his lover. He had promised to put on the getup in the box, and when he gave his word, he meant it. There was nothing more insufferable than a mech who took back what he said.

Next time, the Contructie wouldn’t blindly agree. First Aid may be a sweetspark... but he had a devious side.

“Come on, baby.” Aid’s voice rang from behind the closed bathroom door. “I wanna see my big sexy studmuffin all dolled up for me.”

“I may look like a lot of things...” Hook scowled at the term studmuffin. “But sexy ain’t one of them.”

“Oh, be a sport! Bring those sweet cheeks out here!”

Cheeks... Speaking of cheeks, he could tell that the garments that came with this odd uniform barely covered his aft! Not to mention the silly puffball of a tail attached to the back. And the odd garters hugged his thighs and waist in such an awkward way. The shirt was low cut- meant for beings that had what organics called breasts- and was complete with frilly sleeves. Hook didn’t do frilly! And these... what were they called? Studded harness straps? They hugged his armpits and hips. Just what did Aid see in him dressing as some sort of deranged clown?

“Don’t make me be the big, bad wolf and huff and puff that door down, sugar.”

“No biggie. I can rehang it in a snap.”

“Hook...” Aid's voice dropped lower. “Come on. Let me see you.”

“Just... answer me this. Why?” His green digits pulled at the harness, snapping it against his hip plating.

“Doctor’s Orders.”

“Aid-“

“I picked that outfit out just for you, that’s why.”

“No, Aid.” Hook sighed. “Why do you want me to dress in this...this costume?”

“Remember when you asked me what really ground my gears?”

Hook remembered. It wasn’t often partners other than his gestalt would trust him enough to be as rough as he liked in the berth, but that little Autobot didn’t even hesitate when he shyly asked. A safe word was instantly chosen, and the Autobot instantly submitted. Hook had his way with his new toy.

Naturally, it was only fair to reciprocate.

And when asked, Aid’s cheeks flushed red as he bit his lip. But after some poking and prodding, the ‘Bot spilled the beans. He loved it when his lovers dressed up. Leather Daddy’s. Bad cops. And whatever the slag this was supposed to be.

‘Just what the fuck did Vortex have to dress up as?’ A voice grumbled in his processor, but Hook dared not ask about an ex-lover. Hopefully, it was something lame like little Bo Peep.

Hook shook his helm and smirked. In the end, First Aid was a very good partner. Very considerate- and not just to him, his entire gestalt. Sure, the beginning was a little awkward, but who could blame the red and white medic when being confronted by 5 other green giants? The Constructicons could be very intimidating.

Usually, that was a good thing, but it didn’t take long for the rest of his team to warm up to his date. Aid took the time to get to know every member of Devastator. Even brought them back some gifts based on their tastes out of the kindness of his spark.

Now, that brought a smile to his face. Everyone knows that in order to date one member of a Gestalt, you have to get in good with the rest, and First Aid made himself right at home.

“Promise you won’t laugh?” Hook spoke, running his servos over the outfit again, smoothing out what he could. And picking the wedgie the skimpy panties kept giving him. He may not like the way he looks in this ridiculous thing, but that was no excuse for it not to fit his frame perfectly.

“Laugh? I won’t laugh. Can’t promise not to jump start that hot frame of yours right out of the door, though.”

A faint smile graced Hook’s lips as he reached for the door. There was no time like the present. When that door swished open, First Aid stood at the ready. His optics jolted open, raking up and down Hook’s frame. His servos opened and closed in sheer excitement. Happy little squeals erupted from his vocalizer before he threw himself at his dolled-up lover.

“Primus, Hook!” Aid purred, engines rumbling as those servos rubbed all over the Constructicon’s body. “You look sexy as slag.” He sucked in air sharply as a finger traced over his chest, only to gently tug at the frilly shirt. “Oh, Hook the things I can do to your frame right now.”

“Like what?” Despite not really liking the outfit, he loved how worked up it made his lover. Feeling the hot air waft from his frame, the rumbling of his engines, and the groping of wondering hands made up for the awkwardness of this ‘fancy dressup.’ He even liked it when those servos slapped his barely covered aft.

“Like what ya see?”

“Very much so,” Aid tugged on the harness straps, pulling the Structie forward. “What a treat.” Red servos guided the taller, green and purple mech ninety degrees counterclockwise, then backward. “It’ll be a shame to rip such lavish garments from your gorgeous frame.”

Suddenly, those servos gave a firm push. Hook faltered backward, his legs hitting the berth. It wasn’t every day a mech of small stature could bring down a giant, but before Hook could muffle a startled cry, his back flopped against the berth. Before the ‘Con could voice any protest, he saw Aid crawling on top of him like a cybercat stalking its next meal.

I’m leaning towards something bite-sized, though. The kind of feeding that can go on for a long time, feeding one little candy at a time. But bite after bite, more of the treat is shoveled in. Time can be taken to savor the treat's flavor. The feeder can savor the fun of pressing the bite-sized morsels past those lips and into that eagerly awaiting mouth. Both can enjoy the slow but steady swell of that belly as tanks reach capacity- then pass it. That belly pressing outward, creaking against plating until released to bounce on thick thighs in its freedom.

Now, for the treat. I am going to have to go with peanut butter cups. Why? Well, who can resist that creamy peanut butter covered in chocolate? The cups are big enough to make the mech eating it take a few bites first- or you can simply shove it all in in one go! And as the session goes on, the chocolate warms from feeding fingers... so there will be a need for them to be licked clean.

Now, this is a double question, and both are equally challenging! I know First Aid would be ever so delighted to be hand-fed these disks of goodness! He would also squeal in delight- even when Tex would be such a tease about it. Speaking of medics, Ratchet can’t say no to peanut butter cups either... and Drift knows this. What better way to distract your lover with the promise of being hand-fed such devilish delights? Froid attempted to appease Sunder’s monstrous appetite with these treats, but he nearly lost a servo.

So, I am gonna have to go with a good ol classic Blast Off. Yeah, I’m sure you didn’t see that coming. But he just loves these little pieces of nirvana that melt ever so nicely in his mouth! He claims they simply have the best sweet-to-salty ratio ever. Not to mention how rich that milk chocolate is and how its smoothness contrasts nicely with the slightly gritty but extreme nutty peanut butter. Now, he tries not to keep too many around his habsuit, because once he starts, he cannot stop!

And you can bet your butt Onslaught knows this! He takes advantage of this any chance he gets. If he needs something from Blast Off, bribery is just a bag away. And yes, he makes a show of opening said back to grab an orange wrapper. The edges are slowly pried open, revealing a brown circle with jagged edges. This alone is making the shuttle sweat. A thumb gently pries off the dark brown wrapper- sometimes leaving a hint of chocolate and peanut butter in its center- and the treat is needlessly admired before the head Combatie takes a bite.

Ons makes a show of it, hums obnoxiously, and licks his lips. Even proclaims it tastes better than interface. Naturally, Blast Off balks at that, but his belly is grumbling just watching his lover take the world's smallest bites possible of his favorite treat. And when that first one is polished off, those fingers get sucked clean one by one.

When a second treat is unwrapped, Blast Off loses all self-control. He snags it from Onslaught and shoves it in his mouth. It's always good to let the flier have a taste. But you can bet the next one doesn’t come free. It's not until Blast Off agrees to whatever his leader/lover asks that he gets more. Just one more always leads to one more until that bag is empty.

Other times, Ons whips out the bag as they are snuggling on the couch. He makes a game of it- sees how far he can get without the other knowing what’s coming. Carefully, the bag would be ripped open, and one treat snuck out. The wrapper would be broken during a loud part of the movie, and the treat would be freed from the wrapper.

Now, of course, Blast Off knows, he just plays dumb! He even pretends to be fully captivated by the podshow, not knowing the treat is coming until it presses against his lips. He acts all shocked, and Ons can’t help but chuckle every time ( not catching on that it's all an act)

One by one, Onslaught feeds his devout lover those chocolate-covered peanut butter disks. Yes, they start slowly, with a few bites per piece of candy. But as that belly starts grumbling its demands, the treat is devoured in two bites... then the whole thing. And by the time the bag is almost finished, Onslaught is rubbing that taunt belly as his lover sprawls against his frame, engines purring. Wings gently flapping. Belly gurgling in satisfied delight.