#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 think he initially got into it because it's like.. societal approved violence with a clear goal. Social bonding, too. He's meeting people, he's winning arbitrary points, and once it's over and he's got specks of energon staining his front, they can all line up and shake hands with no hard feelings about it. If you're like. Well adjusted, anyways.

Tangent probably just plays locally. If he played professionally, I could see some other player just gritting their denta every time they have to see his stupid fucking chevron or his Primusdamned doorwings blocking out the light and screwing up a pass. Hockey is what he does instead of stalking all of his family members' social media and catfishing their partners 'just in case.'

You know Tarantulas? Mesoluthas? That guy? Tangent has killer beef with him. It's not even mutual. Tarantulas is trying to do the 'yes my ex-husband's children he had without me are wonderful now will you take me back--' thing. Hm. My brain jumped through an elaborate set of circumstances but has concluded Rodimus probably has a Deltashock dickpic.

(Tarantulas->springer->Springer's relationships?->the wreckers->Springer and hot rod-> rodimus bare minimum association /pos-> delta e-slutting it up -> Deltashock's sent Roddy a dickpic before while knowing exactly who he is.) Is Hot Rod one of Springer's exes? Maybe, but they're friends. And fucking with (technically) her brothers exes friends is funny.

..why am I worldbuilding this. Anyways. I think Tangent's sparkling looks comically small next to him, so just hold up a mental image of armored up Praxian bot Tangent beaming with a lil buddy latched on to his bumper next to OH BOY MY RATIONED VIOLENCE TIME Tangent in full paint/gear. His team loves your Prinusdamned baby, okay. They're all grown mechs n femmes and largely so-so at small talk. Excited to see Tangent back, though, and to hear all about what you guys gave been up to. Cybertronians are incurable gossips.

They were kinda just waiting for their guy to step back in the same as always, but he's been so cooped up that's some mech is one bad day away from tasting the rink. He's getting aggressive at stuff he normally wouldn't, and he's really trying to tone it down. Tangent gradually improves in practice, but it's basically like he lost all of that patience and tolerance as soon as someone gets a bit too close into his space during a game, and kind of never decelerates. He's been missing for a while, so it's kind of disturbing for others to watch. He fills out his jersey even more, throws his doorwings up threateningly.

Stuck lactating as a natural consequence to, y’know, sparking, Tangent gets used to pumping at practice sessions and before games, and you're kinda stuck as his jockey. Lil cold, so I'm just picturing puffball baby.. and a bunch of sensor dampeners. Tangent is practically deaf when he walks into the rink so that he's not constantly overstimulated. He'd crash or be an entirely different kind of violent where the puck is the last thing he's considering.

He probably makes up a little go bag to just snatch before he leaves and get into the habit of it, making it routine to sit out and drain his pouches first thing, but.. uh. Might've taken his pump out of the bag to clean it some day or another and forgot to put it back in.. whoops. Tangent is tense, but pretty convinced the worst of the consequences is going to be some tightness in his bumper and aching. Takes a slam to the chest guard, and it knocks him out of balance significantly more than usual.

In his jersey, you're probably the only one with a decent guess of where the pink specs came from. Think it's a darker base color, so it hides it partially, but as he keeps moving and body blocking and the high is building, he's just become mindless to the feeling of his puffy nozzles swollen under his chest plates, hasn't spared an optic for whatever is going on with the tingling in his plating.

Eventually, Tangent probably gets signaled off the ice and because sure- some blood is fine, broken components might need a glance, but his bumper is dripping. It'd be ten times worse if he hucked off his plating to investigate, letting his swollen, drooping tits flop out and the liquids he's been ignoring soaked into his front.

Getting her paint scraped all over you as she rubs bumpers with you, becoming more and more of a mess as you ever so gently tease her wings, pincing the rims and running your servos down the edges. So awkward and fluttery until she's just dry humping into your panel so hard you lose your grip and don't recover. Her tactile sensors still ringing with it, maybe she has just enough coherence to get your panels off and not much else.

Tangling yourselves together more awkwardly, wanting to cross your pedes behind her but realizing how little friction that gets you, getting all whiny as she mindlessly ruts forward and barely hits anything significant herself.

Maybe you should push her over and slot your valves together like that. And maybe you were thinking of a spike somewhere in there, but the contact of her valve kissing yours is just soooo good you forget about it. And now all that warmth and growing slick goes to use, making your hardening nodes knock into each other, leaving your optics flickering and putting a crackle in Deltashock's vocalizer.

Your limbs are trembling, your holes dripping so much slick you're sliding together more than rubbing each other to completion, but why would you complain? Even as your valve goes faintly numb, Deltashock's still rubbing and rolling even though her wings are dropping and grip is strained.

I just think you two don't really need a spike, do you?

Maybe you should just try some other positions, or go back to clinging to each other and slotting your chassis together until your valves are both aching miserably from how charged up your getting. Clinging tightly on her plating while she digs her servos into your hips and forces you still as she ever so carefully brushes her valve over yours, squished closer until your swollen nodes reunite and she's shaking. Rubbing your pussies together sooo carefully with a type of shaky restraint she was barely able to muster in the fog.

But as you both get closer, she just can't resist throwing a leg over you so she can get even closer, cram your valves pounding with charge together so sloppily but it feels so good just because of how long you've been unknowingly, unintentionally edging each other.

Getting oversensitive as you both apply more pressure, desperately seeking out an overload while your arrays throb, and you can feel it with how much you're entwined. Getting to that old dilemma of just being wetter and wetter until your arrays finally gift you intense, crackling overload. Charge spreading through all that hot slick, jumping between your fat, quivering nodes, and your valves.