DIY 22
Well, my muse has finally came back. I'm sorry if I don't exactly follow your kink correctly, but ill try to work with what I got. HOPE YA'LL LIKE THIS!
Miora:pairing:megatron/optimus/shockwave
place: police station(they're police officers in this story)
kink:sizekink,submissive optimus, out of character
optimus
they wear clothes in this story but are robots
optimus(the troublemaker):red long sleeve shirt that reaches his hands and
black capris with strings on the side;curvy,womanly shape but is still male.
Megatron :regular police uniform
shockwave: regular police uniform
The work day had been long and exhausting, and had yet to end. Megatron was tired, grouchy and pissed. Today was just not his day. First, he woke up late, running like a madman to the Iacon Police Station as fast as he could. By the time he got there, the morning briefing was over, and all of the energon donuts were eaten, DAMMIT!
Hungry, pissed, ad uniform disheveled, he marched to his little cubicle, where his partner Shockwave sat, staring at the computer screen, nursing a hot cube of energon in his purple servos. He looked at his gunmetal grey partner, and smirked at his appearance.
Megatron must have been putting on his clothes while running, because Shockwave had never seen a more messily dressed mech in his life. The navy blue shirt was half haphazardly thrown over massive grey shoulders, exposing a very sculpted and sexy chest, and beautiful abs. His pants were another matter entirely. They were barley pulled past his hips, just barely hanging there due to his aft and his crotch.
Megatron caught Shockwave smirking at him, and quickly fixed his clothes, much to the one optic mech's disappointment. Going back to business, the two went over their recent cases, writing incredibly detailed reports and filing them. Through the rest the day, they grew more irritated, wanting an excuse to get out into the field. Thankfully, their desperate prayers to Primus were heard. The officers had caught a culprit, and were bringing the mech in for an interrogation. Shockwave was practically skipping towards the room, ecstatic about having something to do. Megatron was ambling behind his partner, reading the file they had been given prior to the interrogation.
According to said file, the mech's name was Optimus Prime, a member of a gang called the Autobots. They were a bunch of young rebels who caused turmoil in the city, annoying the mostly older citizens. This specific mech was the supposed leader. The file went on, noting past felonies. Apparently the mech had spent some time in juvy and jail, but for some reason he was released before his set date. How strange, Megatron thought.
Shockwave looked at Megatron, motioning for him to hurry up. Megatron gave him a 'I'm coming, you slagger' look, still taking his dear old time. When they reached the door, they were met by Barricade, who was grinning madly. He gave a sadistic smirk.
"Enjoy, you two..."
The burley Police cruiser ambled past them, chuckling evilly. Both equally dumbfounded, Megatron grasped the handle to the door, and turned it. The two police mechs walked in.
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'Oh primus, I'm so screwed...' Optimus thought. He didn't think he would be caught. Thankfully they didn't see Jazz and Ironhide get away with the cargo. The red and blue mech now sat, handcuffed to a chair in a room. You'd think he would be used to this by now; he's been here so many times that he could practically rob it. He sat in his chair with a calm air, until he heard and saw the door opening.
In walked two huge mechs. Their size along took Optimus back. He had always been interrogated by the small, seedy mechs. He craned his neck, attempting to see above their helms. What the frag do they put in the energon here? The one on the left was a shiny grey, the other a rich purple. Both were powerfully built, the taunt cables straining the tight blue uniforms. Optimus smirked. This is gonna be fun...
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'Clearly we're in a love-hate relationship with Primus, aren't we?' Shockwave thought. He had never seen such a beautiful and young criminal. A blue helm, war finials gracefully swept back. A sweet face, wide optics and pouty lips. His clothes consisted of a long sleeved red hoodie, the sleeves reaching past his wrists, nearly covering his slim fingers. He wore black capris, with strings tapering it off at his knees. He sat with an air of ease; clearly he's been here before.
Megatron started to interrogate the mech, asking question after question. Shockwave sat back, observing their charge. He noticed that the young mech was good at talking, never betraying one lie or any attempt to fight back. He also noticed that the red and blue mech was slowly inching closer to the edge of his seat, his servos moving in a peculiar way.
Megatron was impressed by the fluidity of the young mech's replies. He was about to let this one go, when he felt something against his ped. He was playing footsie? What was he trying to do?
Optimus gave a creepy smile, and suddenly burst out of his stasis cuffs. The two officers were taken aback as they were pushed against the wall by small yet strong servos. Said servos made their way to the plasma guns at the officer's hip, deft fingers taking the weapons and throwing them onto the table behind him. Smirking, Optimus turned his attention back to the two very confused mechs.
"Well, officers," the young mech said, "I'm pretty busy today, so how 'bout we get down to business?"
Having never encountered this young mech, Megs and Shocky were not aware of what he was doing. But in the back of Megatron's very confused processor, he realized how this mech had gotten his way out of the legal system. He sexed his way out.
Optimus got to his knees, positioning himself in front of the grey mech. Smiling seductively up to the wary mech, red servos made their way to Megatron's crotch, diving into the tight blue uniform pants. Before the officer could even react, his flaccid spike was pulled out, exposed to the cool air, and squeezed roughly. Shockwave was in the same situation, groaning quietly. Megatron looked down in time to see Optimus take his spike into his mouth. He watched as those lips stretched to accommodate his rapidly hardening rod, hearing the small whimper before the juvenile started to suck in earnest.
Tight, hot heat engulfed his spike, unrelentless. The mech was sucking for his dear life, the talented glossa dancing across the head, dipping lightly into the slit. Megatron couldn't help but growl, lightly thrusting into the hot mouth of the mech. Suddenly, the heat was gone. A small servo replaced it, stroking up and down the straining erection. Optimus occupied himself by sucking as hard as he was on Shockwave's spike, pulling off and liking it like a popsicle, letting a slutty whine slip out. He unexpectedly brought the two mechs closer, shoving both spikes into his mouth, sucking and licking like mad. When he heard the two officers groan and stiffen, he pulled off just when the older mechs came. Transfluid splashed all over his faceplates, shooting into his mouth and onto his cheeks. He let out a soft sigh, reveling in the feeling.
Attempting to recover from the Primus given blowjob, Shockwave was in bliss, until he felt something behind his legs, making him collapse on his aft. Recalibrating his equilibrium chips, he blearily saw the mech straddle his hip, grinding his hot panel against the officer's exposed spike. Clearing his optic, he watched as the blue panel retract, exposing a dripping and tight valve. Two blue servos slipped in between the folds, stretching and holding it opening, showing off the internal plates, ready for a hot spike.
"You want this?" Optimus asked, thrusting in Shockwave's face, letting the mech see what he wanted. A nod from the purple mech "Come on, big boy, frag me!"
The young mech took the heavy spike in his servo, stroking it as he positioned himself over it. He pushed it in, without another thought. The pain was superficial compared to the pleasure, the huge spike spreading him open, making him feel so full. The head hit the back of the valve, striking his sweet spot dead home. Optimus threw his head back and screamed. SO GOOD! He slowly raised his hips up, until only the head was left inside. The red and blue mech teased the poor officer, swaying his hips, the spike in danger of falling out. Spreading his legs even more, Optimus dropped back onto the spike, riding the rod with great vigor.
Megatron felt a bit left out, his spike straining desperately in his servo. He growled, mostly to himself, as he watched the young mech ride his partner's spike. The mech's valve was stretched to the brim, squeezing the spike, leaking copious amounts of lubricant. Megatron continued to stare, until Optimus stopped, and looked back at the unhappy mech.
Arching his back, he let the mech take in the view, his valve filled with Shockwave's spike, lubricant dripping out and onto the floor. An open invitation, to frag him.
If there was an award for 'Most Enthusiastic in the Sack', we all agree that Megatron wins that. He was so enthusiastic; he practically tackled Optimus, pushing the mech onto a broad purple chassis, blue and red legs, stretched wide open. Losing patience and suffering a case of blue ball bearings, Megatron took ahold of his painful erection, and positioned himself at the already occupied valve. Taking ahold of blue hips, and gently nipping at the young mech's shoulder, he eased himself into the incredibly tight valve.
This time Optimus was unable to say anything. He choked on a scream, his valve stretched beyond its limits. Legs quivering, breathing shallow, he willed his body to stretch. He had never done it with mechs this huge. He could the spikes throbbing, small movements sending jolts of pleasure and pain. Regaining his pleasure, Optimus slowly started to move his hips, taking both spikes deep into his body. Twin groans escaped the officers, both moving in a gentle but steady pace. Soon, they moved at a frenzied pace, Optimus letting out a stream of moans, whines, whimpers, and a high pitched keen as they changed the angle, both blunt heads striking Optimus's sweet spot.
They came together, the valve rippling around the spikes, lubricant flooding out. Optimus whimpered as he was rocked, the officers thrusting towards their overload. Transfluid exploded in the valve, dripping out and mixing with the lubricant. Megatron fell off, tired and sated. Shockwave was unable to move, trying to wrap his logistical processor around WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?
Optimus stood up with surprisingly unshakey legs, closing his panel, and hunting down his scattered clothes. Making his way to the window, he looked back at the two nearly comatose mechs.
"Thank you for your time, officers." He said with a smirk. Then he leaped out of the window, and was gone.
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A Few Months Later
"There's a commotion on Prime Street, Unit 69, find it and report back, over"
"Will do, over."
Megatron and Shockwave were positioned near Prime Street. They drove around the corner, transforming out of their altmodes. There they say a dark alley way, a few mechs standing there. There was a small white and black one, a bright blue visor covering his optics. Another, a big red one with a blaster at his side, had a white and red mech pressed against his chassis possessively, the big mech's servo resting on a nicely curved red aft. Another, leaning against the metal wall, was playing around with a small hand grenade, the mech's head finials flashing red. And finally, the mech standing of the middle of them all. A blue helm, swept back finials, wide optics, pouty lips…
"Why hello, officers."
Well, how's that for a completely OOC Optimus? Hope ya like, I really enjoyed this. ONE: NO MORE KINKS UNTIL I FINISH THE NEXT 20, K? TWO: Sorry about the ending, I just wanted ta add some IronhideXRatchet. They're my favorite pairing. Anyone know any good fics for them?