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Mother of god, this fanon of Rodimus shooting like a fucking machine gun (while he's not, in fact, a gun, ironically) is one of the hottest things this fandom ever came up with. And I agree with it with all my heart and everything.
Robot premature ejaculators superior.
Rodimus being a valve mech bc his spike is so sensitive that a few tugs is usually enough for him to blow his load
he used to get teased for it by previous partners which made it hard for him to interface for a while since he didn't want to spike and end up getting grilled again especially now that he's a captain
but that's not a problem for Megatron
Megatron loves it bc whenever Roddy is getting to squirmy or too needy when he's trying to slowly take him apart he just starts jerking him off until he's overloaded like 6 times and can hardly string a sentence together and even tho there's a big ass puddle of transfluid beneath him and even more on him he's still rock hard bc he's got like no refractory period
Rodimus bent over begging to be fragged harder while Megatron gently rocks into him and grinding against his ceiling node and kissing his gestation tank wanting to have a romantic night of intimate connection
after Roddy tries one too many times to grind himself back against him Megatron releases the grip on his hip to reach around to his weeping spike and poor Rodimus he whimpers and apologizes promising to behave but Megatron knows he's lying and just saying that so that he isn't pulled over overload after sweet, agonizing overload until his circuits are nearly completely fried
he'll go limp drooling and begging Megatron to fill him up instead and that he just wants to be full which Megatron is more than happy to comply with pulling him in closer and working his way to his own overload popping through the opening to Roddy's gestation tank just as Roddy overloads one last time but from his valve this time and his whole frame shakes with the intensity
Megatron would go to pull out and Roddy would sob lightly wanting him to stay right there and he does just adjusting them both to lay on their sides where they recharge an absolute mess but they'll clean up in the morning
Megatron also enjoys making Rodimus spike him on occasion just to experience his desperate quick thrusts filling his valve with pumps of transfluid every couple of minutes but determined to keep going until Megs overloads too and with how much Megs loves getting his pussy creamed luckily it doesn't take long enough to kill him
there's just something so charming in that determination and the feeling of thick transfluid trying to gush back out of his valve before being replaced and then some is so debauched that he can never get enough of it
on rare occasions he'll ride Rodimus' spike until he's begging for mercy and gets to feel that fat valve cycle down around him nearly passing out when Megatron squirts
A very dub-con & spidery Tarantulas x Prowl oral. Generally, anything about Tarantulas can give Prowl the creep along his wires to one degree or another. But there's absolutely no way for him to look at these abhorrent mouthparts and not feel his tanks stirring with nausea. He's seen shit in his life, but shit never hovered so close to his interface equipment. Close and awaiting.
The kiss was a nightmare, the kind revealing dark and grotesque content on one's mind, usually repressed because of how bizzarre and shameful they are. Prowl is not having these jaws on his junk. He's not. Is he?
He's struggling in his restraints, as if he could, if successful, just flee from the very reason why he's open, exposed with no violent coercion. His spike is evidence. His valve is a condemnation. Tarantulas' chelicerae will be his torture.
Tarantulas moves closer, his semi-organic eyes blinking, his excessive, unnecessary, ugly limbs entangling Prowl. The sickening mix of arousal and disgust is making Prowl's spark quiver like it's about to burst, and his wires crack with charge, and his valve tense so hard it's almost painful. Tarantulas hasn't even touched him there, but he's already almost at his breaking point.
There's a wet sound of the chelicerae opening before their feast. Prowl freezes up, clenching inside. It touches him. It tickles the external elements of his valve, brushing his charged node with bristle.
Prowl is overloading on the spot, right over the gross maw, watering it with his lubricant. So it gets satisfied, so it won't touch him anymore. Or so it drink him down and make him do it again.
He's panting static, seeing glitches, when comes a soft voice in with awful articulation.
"Ah, Prowl. You're undoubtedly stressed, to overload so fast. Let me…"
Prowl lets.