#deltashock

Well- it's just pretty fun. Whether it's airborne or something she specfically produces and smears you with, watching it kick in is one of her favorite things. You're so nervous at first.. until it all melts away into that warm haze ever so gradually. You're convinced you feel normal at first, walking and talking the same, maybe teasing her about it. But Deltashock just has an amused little smile on her face.. because you've managed to forget all about the servos inside of you. Isn't that funny?

You've been humping her hand the entire time you've been rambling, pet. And your warm, wet valve was so slick that you didn't even pay any mind to the intrusion. Should she tuck her thumb in? The fog doesn't settle into your processor until it feels like she's filled your vents.

Deltashock has your legs spread, herself in between them while she looms over you and casts a shadow on your faceplates. Her arms are sunk into the berth on either side of you, and there's something more than affection in her optics. Maybe pure, unbridled lust. Possessiveness. Hunger.

You'll be begging her to frag your valve wide, willing to go to alarming lengths or do things you'd normally shy away from. It's very much a mind altering substance. She warned you about that, but you don't care as long as she keeps cupping your spike.

If it feels like such a dream, maybe you'll forget the pain, the words you used to beg her to do hideous things to you. Own you, break you, turn you into her brainless, limbless spikesleeve. Maybe you lose your words eventually when she finally stretches you open and spreads you with more than just her spike. But still more of her.

A dumb little pet that just humps her array where you're stuck to her and whines. You're in pain, but what pain? Your processor can't find it. You just want Deltashock to keep bullying your womb- in fewer big words than that. You're so eager you'll ride her and ignore that boring burning in your walls when you try pulling yourself off of her. She's quick to slam you down and make you happy again anyways.

She's got her servos across your entire frame, mouth slurping on your pouches, lips pressing into yours. Her servos on either side of you chassis and set into your hips so she can move you as she wants needed!

Withdrawal is a bit rough, most of the incident trying to bury itself, but Deltashock is open enough about what she did to you that your processor can click on and.. maybe recall that?

..ah. it wasn't just a dream where she used you like a chargesink? Surely, she didn't actually make you swell up that much. Nothing looks strange. You rub a little bulge lodged in you that spent spikes of pleasure to your valve, but you've always had that, right? It feels so much better when she touches it, thrusts her servos inside of you, and rubs it, even if you don't remember her servos being that long.

His body refused to drop the features his kids put on him, and it made the twitchy warhawk.. twitchy. And horrifically hot, as if he wasn't already.

It was fascinating enough to notice his features on his own sparklings, watching their protoform settle after emergence and noting they had tiny little chevron.. if nothing else, he's kind of internally relieved to see his frame type continuing. Tangent just kept growing, though, and Deltashock nursed and nursed and nursed before she decided to develop anything more than a rough shape.

Out of his children, Deltashock looks the most like him, naturally. He and her sire share a frame type. She's strangely identical sometimes and inherited all that enforcer code and surprising emotional intensity under an air of detachment. Tangent is like.. a rough shape. Something built upon. Paler and expressive, outwardly clingy and seemingly cheerfully social. Prowl still doesn't know who his sire is. It's a running joke that he was just a magic baby, TF universe shenanigans.

I'd like to think he's become accustomed to wanting, maybe, when he has grandsparks. It's terrifying. He's still a cold construct, has a feeling in the back of his helm telling him that he'll break things, and was never designed to have a lineage like this. Is this something he can do?

..he's fussy. He's got a sharp processor and hazy experience stored. He compensates you for being first time creators. Prowl will try not to obsess, take over too much, but you'll stumble on your mother-in-law nursing one of your sparklings while the two of them have identical grumpy faces.

Even Springer has his optics, so I imagine it shows up in Tangent's babies or maybe pops up again in Deltashock's litter. Icy blue optics.. all too similar to mechs you know. She's got his nose, the arch of his brow and cheekbones. The curve of her doorwings is largely his, even if hers are a bit awkwardly oversized.

Tangent and his mystery genetics is gonna show up depending on you, really. They're all far too curious, probably, and you forget how strong Prowl is until he walks around wrangling them up and dumps a metric ton of baby on you. If he can get them to stop magnetizing to him. There's bluntness, a few traits he's not too proud of, but you're plenty proud of them, right? What does that say about him?

Gotta be a pretty virile being- or one with a real slim chance of hatching if you've got four Cybertronians egged. Though there's probably some level of difference between them. Deepstrider is pretty anxious, but he's a bigger mech and has more room. Tangent is kinda tough and squirmy. Deltashock is the smallest out of all of them, even if not by much.

'Filled to the brim.'. Prowl is already a mother. Maybe that's your excuse for stuffing him so excessively, but it actually just gets you hot, doesn't it? Watching that snappy bots stretch marks on his belly get spread wide until his protoforn is practically catching the light, feeling his fat, quivering valve milk you. You fed him up, right? That'll keep his pussy fat for pounding and his massive breasts aching.

He's bred up the most, left with his optics flickering and servos instinctively clinging to the most taunt places on his frame. He has to keep a bit active so that your huge clutch doesn't just keep him bedbound. You can't hide Prowl away, though. If you've given him any sort of influence or political power, he's gotta keep playing with it. You've got four mechs, surely you can just abuse his forge and leave his valve accessible for pregnant sex? He deserves it.

Deepstrider probably gets the second most, based on size hierarchy. You could deny him access to his array if you wanted, but he'd be more careful if he knew these ones might hatch. You choosing to frag him while that's a reality makes him anxious.

Deltashock gets a clutch big enough to make her claw the berth and tremble. She's kinda got not the largest valve, so she might've been doing that while you fragged her anyways, depending on your size. She's never been a carrier before. Your ovipositioner stuffing her valve kinda hits her with that while she's being pushed full until you decide she's swollen enough. Don't let a few eggs stop you from using her spike- the same probably applies to Deepstrider's monster.

Man.. that makes me think about Deepstrider inflating his mods inside of the rest of your 'concubines'. Tangent deliriously babbling about how much it hurts while he squirts all over it.. Deltashock trying to brace herself, maybe punished for trying to prepare for it by slobbering her intake on it, completely muffling her noises and straining her lipplates.

I obviously wanna impale Prowl on it. Make him think he can take it while he's blindfolded or something, and it starts being pushed inside of him. The full circumference is- a bit harder than he thought, maybe, but he has survived worse. His processor actively starts dripping out of his helm with every section that keeps going deeper inside of him, though. Should make him sit on it by himself or tie him up and lower him onto it. Just so he doesn't give up out of shame. You can tell when Prowl's valve is stuffed by the way he wiggles in discomfort, but it keeps pressing in anyways.

N then his whore valve finds a little more room for Deepstrider's spike inside of his pussy. He takes that shit to the base. Rub his node, and his overload is devastating. Deepstrider's painting the Praxian's insides pink, might have already. Prowl's shaking and crashing, clenching down so hard as his calipers try and fail to reset to their default size, his charge crackles through all their touching nodes.. it's just a repeating loop of him cumming and crashing, and it's turning Deepstrider into an incoherent mess.

Tangent plays at fancy, Deepstrider's probably the easiest to pamper, and Deltashock seems the most well behaved/acceptable. Seems. Prowl's playing advisor so much he'd be mistaken for someone else if he wasn't so obviously pregnant and you weren't so touchy.

It'd be a silly drama because the closest thing to a rivalry conflict is Deltashock and Tangent wanting to maul each other to death once in a while for some perceived slight or favoritism. I know it's about the kink, but lmaoooo. They'd actually be a pretty decent set of consorts.. by virtue of a lot of others being not. Not trying to kill each other, handsome, smart, vary in levels of touchy and affectionate. The cons are they may plot to kill you, anyone around you, generally dip if they aren't there 100% willingly, and would sabotage something if it led into a circumstance they want. Deepstrider's getting kinda press ganged into it, but he doesn't mind too much, sorry.

A spike with a knot mod next to a werewolf spike has fascinating differences.. You're dumb enough for either, but the pointed head is a distinctive one, and the way that a real spike can gradually pop inside of you rather than an artificial and always hard knot that you have to stretch around.

It's not exactly convenient to cockwarm a knot either, the best times for Deltashock being right before she drifts off into a nap. That leaves you humping and whining in her lap while her spike pumps transfluid into you. The knot will go down.. eventually. Maybe you try to squirm and join Delta after you're knotted, but it's so warm and the thick strands pulsing against your walls are a bit distracting. Maybe you even have to make yourself overload, if she was being that lazy. You'll have time for two or three, at least.

I'm trying to boil it down to this. She gets one half-good look between your spread stance before you start fumbling with your panel manually and trying to cover yourself up. Deltashock hasn't intermixed the 'high-energy activities' in her life together very much. She tries to avoid the type of scandal that comes with sleeping with a fan who could fair and well take it to some media, lie, and get her accused of something criminal.

Her red optics are still kinda- stuck there for a moment. Maybe not long for a human, but enough of a glance for a Cybertronian to pick up too much detail. Tense isn't the right word to describe things. Humiliating? Avoidant?

You're ashamed, don't want to look down and see your half-hard spike between the two of you. Whatever warmth between your legs is quickly outclassed by your engine running hotter in your panic. It feels like disengaging would be acknowledging it, but the stillness while your servos scramble doesn't make anything better.

Deltashock will try to make excuses for you in her head, not overthink it until later, but it's something that keeps twisting around in your processor, the sound of your panel clicking open stuck on repeat.

Cybertronians don't forget things so easily. She knows what color your array components are. She could focus an inappropriate, shameful amount on that glance she couldn't help but steal and guess at the shape of your biolights, draft up an image in her head of it slicked over.

Deltashock is too tense to make a similar mistake. It's easy to pretend to be composed when your face doesn't emote much in the first place. Starting up the spar again is her way of playing it casual and trying not to break a routine that has already been broken. She certainly not perfect, but she doesn't want you avoiding her.. she'll think about her reasons for that later.

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I'll be so honest I've been thinking about an older ask you did on this au where you said smtn about Delta 'fucking (you) in the aft and fingering your valve' and I'm so sad my sex drive evaporated back then because that sounds SO hot, actually.

I don't think I've played with aft stuff so far because. Dunno. Suppose I just haven't. Deltashock purposefully choosing to frag your aft instead of your valve has kind of.. a humiliation angle? Could be pain play, too. It reads as not caring as much for your pleasure as hers, but then bringing up her fingering your valve is kind of? Super hot?

Having Deltashock overwhelm you, carrying the energy from a fight into a fuck. Stuffing her servos into your valve, maybe rubbing her spike into it until you're both slick. Prying your aftport open and feeding her fat spike into it and having that aching stretch crawl up your struts. Deltashock fucking into you at her own pace, ignoring whatever speed you're shifting your hips or helplessly jerking into her servos at.

I can picture her teasing you pretty mercilessly. You can't tell her how wet you are and not expect her to want to touch you. But just.. taking it almost painfully slow. Using one or two servos to stroke you off but holding you in place with her other hand so you can't hump into it all dazed. Whining and leaning back into her chassis while she runs her vents and just keeps stroking and stroking until you're achingly hard, begging her to do something.

Deltashock just wants you to relax, be patient, let her take care of you. And she does that by just continuing to torment you, dipping her servos into your hole like she's going to slip inside, groping your shuddering chest, rubbing circles around you and pulling back whenever your thighs start shaking too much for her metrics.

She's greedy, and she knows that. Keeping you suspended at the edge, in a cycle of getting so close and moving elsewhere when the sensation gets too good. Deltashock doesn't have the self-restraint to edge you with her mouth. She'd keep sucking until you start pulling too hard at her armor, kicking her away, wouldn't stop lathing her glossa over your core until you were too tired to keep squirming. She barely has the restraint to resist sinking her servos into you. The thought of curling up her big, big fingers inside of your tiny pussy has her panel hot.

Dunno if she'd let you over the edge by just not stopping her stroking or really fucking you. Just another cycle in the heinous process until you get closer and closer with smooth metal gliding over your hard t-dick, jerking you off while your fuzzy brain waited for the sudden drop only to climb higher and higher and writhe in her servos while your sopping wet hole seizes. Maybe overstimulating you at that point, sliding herself inside while you're still pliant and touching places she's left unattended since the beginning.

Having you jerk and squirm while she fit her fat cock into you would be really hot, using your hole to pleasure herself now that you've been taken care of. You're so tiny, but so wet, aching with the stretch as she oh so carefully grasps your sides and gradually sinks into you. Petting your sweaty body and cradling you while you whine. Rubbing your slick, overstimulated dick in an attempt to comfort you only to make it even more overwhelming.