hi, hello, how ya doin'? my name is MOSS, and this is my fancy schmancy horndog NSFW sideblog where i post every once in a blue moon.
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Hey. Just so you know, by the wayāI Write Some Real Freaky Shit. i feel in some ways i'm fairly tame by certain standards, but i write some stuff that i know can be hard nos for other people. from noncon to watersports to vore to pregnancy, nothing is too outlandish for me. you can drop basically anything in my inbox as well lmao
i'm currently big into transformers so that's like. probably the extent of what i'm gonna be writing lol. expect a lot of rodimus shoved down your throat lol
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Neither of you can stop giggling as you cram your way into the washracks. Itās just big enough for one mech and far too cramped for two- but the reflection dies quickly as you break the kiss heād started to work down his front till youāre on your knees.
His panel is retracted before youāre even comfortable. You waste no time even wetting your derma before taking the entirety of his valve in your mouth, flattening your tongue and dragging it through from hole to node.
Already his fans are working to let off the heat heās producing, but with the isolated washracks, itās all but worthless.
He gasps as you suck desperately on his anterior node before digging into the softer protoform with your teeth and pulling ever so slightly. So many little nooks and notches for your glossa to dig into and stimulate, so many beautiful noises escaping from above to ever make you stop finding more.
His legs are starting to shake, but you prevail with hands on his thighs for comfort. Moving to use your thumbs to dig into the seams and then moving them to open that lovely valve of his just a little more so you can see what youāre working with.
You meet his gaze for a mere moment, admiring the intensity in his optics as he watches you. Pleading with his optics alone, and you canāt help but feel just a little bad.
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Prowl should have the biggest refineries ngl. Annoyingly big. Very in the way. Praxians have big bumpers always anyway (or does it only seem that way bc their waists are tucked?) but prowls are crammed inside it. When he transformers them away they should bozing out. Bazonker out. His partners become refinery mechs if they arenāt already
Waow is it fun to think of Prowl's already massive chassis being stuffed to the brim with boob because the difference in volume
Very fun to think of him doing the equivalent of taking off his bra after work, and his partners just can't stop staring
ratchet asks rodimus to lie back and spread his legs, open his panel, show off his pretty valve, and rodimus goes eagerly, scrambling to get on the berth and present himself. he whines in excitement when ratchet gets his spike out, standing over him with dark optics. "spread your pussy open for me," ratchet says lowly. rodimus pulls his lips apart and whimpers at the cold air over his heated folds. his valve clenches around nothing and ratchet's engine revs. ratchet starts rubbing his spike head up against rodimus' valve, teasing his entrance, grinding against his fat throbbing node. rodimus rocks his hips up into the stimulation, moaning, still obediently holding his valve open for ratchet. his entrance clenches against ratchet's spike over and over but ratchet never slips inside, just keeps grinding against rodimus' wet pussy.
rodimus eventually breaks and begs. "please, ratchet," he whines out, humping his valve up against ratchet's spike.
"please what?" ratchet prompts. he doesn't touch rodimus, just guides his spike through those slick folds over and over.
rodimus whines louder. "please fuck me," he begs. "stop teasing!" but ratchet pays him no mind; he's perfectly happy to enjoy the hot wet clenching against the underside of his spike. and he's really enjoying the view of rodimus' flushed face, his cracking voice as he begs, his trembling fingers still keeping his valve spread. rodimus moans with every grind up against his clit and ratchet aims for it again and again just to hear the noises he makes, even if it isn't enough for rodimus, even as he keeps begging.
maybe he finally slips the head of his dick into rodimus and rodimus moans loudly, clenching his first few calipers hard. ratchet hisses at the tight heat around his sensitive head, and then he slides out again. ignores rodimus' pitiful whines as he goes back to sliding his spike over his wet valve, and then his grateful moan when he slips in again. but soon rodimus is begging again because it's clear ratchet found another pattern to tease him with, only ever fucking his entrance shallowly before going back to humping the outside of his valve. maybe rodimus gets too mouthy and ratchet pulls back entirely, tells him to be a good boy and keep his pussy spread, that's it, and keep begging and maybe ratchet will cum inside... ratchet strokes himself and listens to rodimus get more and more desperate, watches his ignored pussy clench on air prettily. when he gets close, he pops his spike inside and thrusts deep and cums to the sound of rodimus thanking him frantically and whimpering at the hot load dumped inside him, even if rodimus didn't get fucked at all... maybe he gives rodimus a reward in the form of telling him to keep his pretty pussy spread while ratchet rubs his clit to an overload...
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prowlop tf one fic idea that idk if i'll ever finish, but i had so much fun writing the opener, so here fsdfgss
Optimusās love for Megatron was an obvious thing.
It was in the softening of his eyes whenever Megatronās name came up during strategy meetings. It was in the shaking of his servos when Megatron appeared on the battlefield. It was in his unending, irrational mercyāletting Megatron and his Decepticons go, over and over again, never killing a single soul in this time of war.
Certainly those always-cogged Autobots were missing context, and even Megatron himself seemed to dutifully ignore his once closestās feelings, but to the formerly cogless miners who had been there to see D-16-and-Orion-Pax when they were a matched pair, it was easy to see that on their side of the fight at least, those feelings hadnāt faded.
Arcee knew. Ratchet knew. Jazz, Elita, Ironhide, Wheeljack, a hundred others and moreā¦ and Prowl.
And Prowl, with his fancy new tactical computer that let him crunch numbers like never before, had deduced that Optimus Primeās lingering longing for his lost companion was, in many ways, extremely detrimental to the war effort.
And, if anything, Megatronās lasting attachment to Optimusāthough the warlord would surely never admit to such a thingāwas only making him all the more dangerous.
Thus, Prowl had come up with a deceptively simple solution to this problem: he was going to seduce Optimus Prime.
By supplanting Megatron, shifting Optimusās affections onto someone he wasnāt waging war against, their Prime may finally come to see that the only way to beat Megatron was to actually exert some amount of force against him. Whether that was by finally just killing the Decepticon leader or meting out the punishment he shouldāve given Megatron back at the start of everything and committing to capturing, imprisoning, and trying him.
Starscream was finicky, but his ego could be played to. Shockwaveās motivations were difficult to parse, but he could be talked down by the right fist to his optic. And though Soundwave seemed to avoid leadership for himself, he was a reasonable mech that held the audials of many powerful members of his movement.
Without Megatron at the lead, it was possible the Decepticons could agree to a ceasefire at the least. At worst, they would be easier to fend off without a figurehead to rally behind. But with Megatron treating every action the Autobots took as a personal slight against him, anything even remotely resembling peace would remain little more than a daydream.
The arguments were all there. Problems only started to arise when Prowl stopped to consider how exactly he was going to go about executing his plan.
There were several routes Prowl could take for various outcomes, but the quickest one heād calculated was slightly more direct. Instead of spending who knew how long building up a truly amorous relationship between himself and Optimus, he was going to useā¦ something of a shortcut.
The plan was initially based on several key factors: that Optimus craved physical affection, that very few people showed him physical affection due to his status as a Prime, and that Optimus was terrible at telling peopleāparticularly the once cogless miners of Iacon who heard it much more than othersāānoā.
Prowl would spend a set length of time projecting ever more interest in Optimus before finally propositioning him. Optimus, who craved at least some kind of physical intimacy and who often indulged his inner circleāa rank Prowl had more than earned at this pointāwould almost definitely say yes. And Prowl had calculated that odds were, even if Optimus said no, that with careful pushing he might change his mind at a later date.
The seduction itself was only the first part of the plan, as Prowl was sure that with repeated encounters, Optimusās feelings would shift from purely physical to emotional as well. Whether Optimus truly fell in love with him or simply began caring for him as a favoriteā¦ concubine of sorts, his attention should be sufficiently diverted from Megatron in the process.
So Prowl had a plan. And he knew he was capable of executing it to the fullest ability. And when he was done, Optimus should care significantly less about the wellbeing of Megatron, and should be much happier besides with Prowl taking care of his emotional wellbeing.
It was foolproof.
All that was leftā¦ was to do it.
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yeah fadfgsedrg that was the concept. additional thoughts:
prowl seducing his boss for the good of the war. that's definitely the only reason lol. definitely nothing else
jazz is prowlās closest confidant (and maybe amica endura?) and he's aware of prowlās plan to seduce optimus, but he's more under the impression that prowl is doing this because he's in love with the big boss and he's just justifying his seduction w the megatron shit. and you know what . he is kind of right
prowl has Tender sex w optimus even if he's setting this up as a one night stand because he wants optimus to be emotional
optimus is a virgin š he's never done it with anyone and prowl gets to be his first and prowl is being sooooo normal about that
āAhāProwl, wait, Iāā
The slide of Prowlās servo didnāt stop as much as slow its trailing path down Optimusās front. He was aware that he was moving fairly fast by a normal mechās standards, but had he gone too far? Had he pushed too hard? Hadā
āIāIāve neverāā
Oh.
Prowlās fans whirred faster against his wishes. Optimus ducked his head, finials flicking back.
Prowlā¦ probably shouldāve expected this. It made perfect sense. For all that it was plain to see that Orion Pax and D-16 were in love, there was some level of debate over if they were actually together or pining terribly for each other.
In many ways, this was better for Prowlās plan. If D-16 was too much of a coward to claim the mech he cared for, then Prowl would gladly prove he was brave enough to take what he wanted. Orion never knew the touch of D-16, but Optimus Prime would never forget this night with Prowl.
prowl gets a little bitey at some point (maybe not the first time they clang idk??) so that next time megatron n optimus fight, megatron can see Evidence of someone else staking a claim on optimus and he can get irrationally furious about it. maybe this kicks off a plot where he seeks personal vengeance against prowl and optimus saves prowl and visibly Chooses prowl over megatron
i kind of want the direction of this fic to be that megop make peace with each other and prowl sort of figures that they'll get together but op still loves him n wants to be with him and prowl is like :O
minirod fuckin. this was going to be part of a larger story but i . got lazy
minimusās spike is relatively average in sizeāwhich is to say itās quite large for a mech of his statureāand rodimus has definitely taken much larger. pit, he regularly takes much larger because he frags minimus in and out of the armor in equal amounts.
but rodimus can feel the difference in how minimus frags him compared to how magnus does. because even when magnus gets rough, (well. rough by ultra magnusās standards.) heās still so very careful with rodimusās person. which, for all that rodimus might occasionally fantasize about magnus literally breaking his array, rodimus does appreciate.
minimus, howeverā¦ heās still careful in the sense that he exhibits care, but he doesnāt have to worry so much about his spike denting rodimusās internals. so, every now and again, rodimus can convince his second to let loose on him and give him the treatment he so desires.
G1 Rodimus x MTMTE Rodimus selfcest interface where they talk about their similar circumstances in different situations and G1 Rodimus ends up fragging MTMTE Roddie stupid despite an inexperience gap in between the two
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i have to imagine that my transformers figures are voodoo dolls and that somewhere out in the multiverse there is a rodimus drift and ratchet in the exact suggestive poses i have them in
rodimus with a vibrator in his valve, sitting in ratchet's lap while ratchet does work or watches a movie or reads over his shoulder. pressed chest to chest, rodimus' head on ratchet's shoulder, ratchet's hand on his back or helm petting him slowly. rodimus just shutters his optics and sits there and enjoys the closeness and the steady sensation inside him. rocking his hips unconsciously, leaning into ratchet's fingers stroking his audials. it feels so good to be held, right up against ratchet's warm frame, while he slowly works towards an overload... at first he's just breathing softly and snuggling close, but soon he's making little shivery moans into ratchet's neck, clutching him tight, rocking his hips faster. ratchet doesn't scold him for distracting him from his work or movie or datapad this time; he just keeps stroking rodimus' plating, maybe murmuring to him about how pretty he sounds like this and how much heat his frame is putting out. eventually rodimus is whimpering out ratchet's name and trembling against him, burying his face in his throat as he tips over the edge... he gasps in overstimulation as he comes down and ratchet doesn't hesitate to reach for the remote on his desk and turn the vibrator down or off. then rodimus can just shiver in his lap and enjoy the afterglow... his valve clenches around the inert vibrator. either he'll work himself up enough to ask for another overload, or maybe he'll just fall asleep right in ratchet's lap because he's already so comfortable
