#tf predaking

Deathsaurus

— His breeding kink is something that's a little embarrassing to him. Mostly because he's still young compared to most of the other Decepticons and never truly indulges in those animalistic tendencies his primal coding craves for. He also thinks its a primitive desire even; its a matter of reputation— notorious space porate Deathsaurus actually wants a family for himself? It makes him look soft. Also Deathsaurus is always getting roped into something. Its his nature as a space-pirate to end up in life threatening situations but despite the degree of total recklessness his ventures requires him to have, the captain does wish he had a 'family' of his own. He's been to many planets, he's seen organics have their own familial units. And he'd be lying if he said the thought doesn't tempt him.

— But, as most things are with Deathsaurus, he wouldn't heedlessly run into it helm-first. No. Deathsaurus awaits a suitable partner, a good candidate to be his conjux before he lets his processor go deeper into those fantasies. Deathsaurus has his instinct in control. He's no animal even if he fights with the ferocity of one.

— And that candidate came soon enough. He remembers when he set his optics for the first time on you, it was like he was zoning out with all four optics laser pointed onto you. The mech was unquestionably drawn to you. Embarrassingly so, he'd bring you up to speak with you about joining his crew after Leozack said there was a mech willing to join on-board. They needed all the help they could get.

— Deathsaurus doesn't let "professionalism" or "decorum" as a captain to stop himself from courting one of his underlings. He gets what be wants and is willing to work hard for it. His charm is effective. But you've pretty much consumed his every waking thought at some point, his instincts have never felt so painfully urgent. He's even awoken with his fans blasting and modest panels stained at the dreams he'd have of breeding you full— Something he usually has never had.

— Even after you agreed to become his partner, he still plays the long game. He knows its far from practical to start a family with you in these current circumstances but its getting harder to hold back. Every time the two of you interface, the thought lingers in the back of his processor. He wants you to be comfortable with the idea as well because he has the foresight to understand that once you two do this, the end results will have to be nutured by the two of you.

— Deathsaurus chooses to soft launch the idea, only to see your response. Just bring it up whenever the notion of family or sparklings entered the conversation. It makes you a little suspicious but you don't say much about it. Entertaining the idea even and seeing your positive reception makes his spark flare. He's got a smile and everything.

— So its no surprise that the next time he's got you pinned in his captain's chambers, he's spewing out filthy promises into your audials about stuffing your tanks full. His large wings spread out as his form envelops you, and he takes his sweet, sweet time. Its passionate, true lovemaking. Rough but you can feel how much he wants this for the two of you.

— And he wasn't lying about making sure your tanks were full because he damn near emptied everything he bad in you— a small distention by your abdomen to show for it. His servos trace over it in reverance as his engines purr while your vents are puffing steam, your frame trying to regain your barings from the intensity of it all. Your array sensitive and overcharged as his knot has your channel stretched... Deathsaurus looks proud, smug even. He knows it'll take multiple tries, that a bot doesn't get sparked so easy and the very thought gets his spike pressurized again.

— This sort of passionate interfacing happens a lot more often. You two are trying to have a 'family'. And inevitably, you get sparked. Its not surprising and Deathsaurus is excited. He's ready. He's been wanting this for vorns now. His servos always find your abdomen to trace around, he can feel how much warmer the area is as compared to the rest of your frame. Your forge working hard to engineer your offspring with him. It swells him with pride and he gets a little more protective over you. "You can't do this!", "You're not joining us in battle-!", "Don't even think about it..." are all common phrases you'll hear while you carry.

— Eventually, you deliver and you've got a little band of bitlets to take care of, about three or so. Deathsaurus is a giant compared to it and it makes him feel terrified to even hold them. But that changes quickly because he seems to unexpectedly love children even more than you do. Not something you saw coming.

— He'd be a boy dad and a girl dad simultaneously if that makes sense. He's playing around with them, teaching them valuable lessons, disciplining them while somehow managing all of that along with his duties as captain. Its impressive. You're doing your part well too but you don't have the added responsibility of captain. Also probably gets cuteness aggression looking at his baby bitlets.

— So its totally not surprising that once they've grown a bit more, and they've begin to be a little more... rebellious that Deathsaurus starts missing the little sparklings that'd chew on his digits...

— He also gets very charged up at the thought of getting to recreate those passionate nights with you again. Deathsaurus often thinks about them and gets very riled up. The idea of filling you with his transfluids until you're stabilizers twitched and all you could do was pant... It sends a jolt of charge right down his array. Especially seeing you be all domestic with the sparklings. It makes him feel a certain type of way.

— All these feelings culminates into him trying to talk his way into having another set with you, to which you sigh and reply with: "Carry yourself and then we'll talk...". He's got a frown and everything. Maybe you're in a bad mood... He'll try again later. Deathsaurus wants it badly. And he knows you can't resist his charm forever.

Predaking

— Unlike Deathsaurus who's had his instinct on a leash, the fact that he's a completely different species from Cybertronians, along with him never truly having the chance to interact in a real 'society'... Predaking struggles with his base instincts. He has no real idea about how to go about these things and the only real thing he trusts is his instinct.

— But there are instances where he seriously doubts those... instincts. Such as the one yelling at him to spark you up. Not to mention the way his panels heat up the moment he even considers entertaining the thought. Predaking does crave to see more of his kind, so its not necessarily a bad thought.

— He loves you, he truly does. You're his 'conjux', as the Cybertronians say. His mate. Lover. Predaking would never want anything bad to befall upon you but Primus, once he enters his heat, its almost impossible for him to hold back whenever those images of your backstruts curving up enter his mind whenever he thinks about breeding you full. He can almost picture it, you're in the nest, your knees pressed to your chassis as his spike keeps going to the deepest parts of your frame- He has to stop himself from thinking any further.

— Unlike Deathsaurus who let's you get used to the idea, bringing it up in conversations, Predaking is a lot more up front about wanting to give you a sparkling. Like a flat out, in the more direct way ever. And he doesn't even bother hiding it when he's in heat.

— If you are a Predacon as well, Predaking will be a lot more rough and thorough than Deathsaurus, he's fully claiming your frame with his marks and inviting you to leave your own on his frame. He won't stop until the both of your scents are mixed to a degree where they're indistinguishable. As if the two of you are the one and the same.

— His need to breed is a lot more prominent when he's in heat. His spike bullying its way through your channel as you cry out, holding onto him and Predaking makes sure that his transfluids sweep deep inside of you. It happens almost always when he's in heat, his otherwise comparatively gentle demeanor crumbles into nothing when that primal coding takes over.

— So him breeding you is a very common occurrence. Only time he holds back is if you're not a Predacon and are Cybertronian. He's genuinely terrified that he might break you if he gets too lost in the act. So it means he usually has you riding him and when he's in heat, he has to hold back from using you as a toy because you're not moving fast enough for him. Oh, its a real test of his restraints...

— And when he realizes he's sparked you... He panics internally. On one hand, he hasn't the faintest clue on how to sire. The other, he is somewhat excited. But mostly nervous. Perhaps even doubting himself whether he can actually do this. Either way, he knows be shouldn't stress you and is ready to take responsibility.

— When you're carrying, he's overtly posessive over you. Not wanting you out of his sight for too long. His instincts flare. And his servos are always on you. Predaking sternly tells you to rest in the nest.

— When he does see his sparklings, he feels the crushing weight of responsibilities more than he does pride. They're so small... Tiny in his servos. Predaking thinks that he might've been been... reckless. A part of him gets very protective, thinking about how he hasn't even made sure that the area they're in is safe to raise bitlets in the first place! He tries to be a parent. Predaking is the stern one. He's not very "fun" to be around but he tries his best.

— Genuinely, it'd be a miracle if you end up with just one litter. With Predaking and his heats, its going to be inevitable that you'd have to carry a lot more. Especially if you're a Predacon as well because you've got your own heat cycle too. The two of you might as well bring back the entire Predacon race by yourselves.

if you want more predaking w his s/o and sparkling fluff this is the post for you.