#s17-hdtt

The Decepticons have orgies instead of doing work, and Soundwave doesn’t use protection.

♚--;;   That’s actually kind of funny because it really depends on the verse? In my main verse, the answer to that is pRETTY MUCH. Ratchet abhors Megatron so much. It’s the same in Tyran, too. But MTMTE && G1 are different.

Like, yeah. He isn’t too fond of Megatron in MTMTE, but he cna see he’s trying. He can see he really does want to make amends. So instead of GO FUCK YOURSELF, it’s probably more along the lines of “Keep going. Keep trying. I know you can make things right.”

G1? Now, that is a uh... different story. Because of their (admittedly unwanted) bond, Ratchet is growing more and more attached to brittlesilverlord. His message to him would probably be more like “Make things right. Fix what you’ve broken. For me. For her.” The “her,” of course, being their little sparkling.

seeker’s mouth, coaxed the other to participate in the unexpected intimacy. His sensors were alight with the presence and touch and feel of everything Starscream and he could see why near every soldier in this vast army had fantasies about this particular mech. Smokestack’s servos were firm and delicate around the seeker who fit rather snugly into his palms. He ran a few digits along those beautiful, sharp wings, all the while never relenting in the soft and insistent press againstStarscream’s mouth. His fans were whirring a little too loudly as he dedicated himself to worshipping at the seeker’s intake, relishing the brief and dangerous taste of him.When they parted, his processor was spinning with furious pings from various protocols that had been activated during the brief and unexpected passion.“I’m sorry sir!“Never had he fled from a scene more awkwardly or quickly. But Pits, he earned those shanix! (done xD)

Hit Me With Your Best Kiss.

The surprised sound which escaped Starscream at being suddenly swept off his pedes, had morphed into an audial-splitting shriek of indignation by the time it was silenced by Smokestack’s intake.  Oh, someone was going to pay for this!  Megatron’s Second would not stand to be manhandled this way!  It was an outrage!  It was…

Was…

The Seeker’s entire frame rattled in a shiver, wings fluttering in anger or desperation (or perhaps both).  His claws curled into the trainformer’s plating; every now and again they twitched, as though intending to rake gauges down the chestplate, but he seemed to change his mind each time.  When Smokestack’s glossa invaded his intake, utterly relentless in the press and slide of the other’s attention, there was little Starscream could do but be dragged along for the ride, moaning softly into the kiss.

All too soon it was over, it seemed: this strange sort of worship the SIC hadn’t experienced since well before the war.  His pedes slipped when they touched the floor, knee joints weak, though thankfully they held his weight.  It was perhaps a good thing that Smokestack fled when he did, before Starscream could recover enough of his wits to start shrieking again.  As it was, he merely watched the trainformer retreat, jaw hanging somewhat slack in bewilderment.

There was no denying the delighted shiver which ran down Starscream’s backstrut at those words.  Lord Starscream: he was never going to tire of hearing that!