dracoqueen22: (Starscream)
COMMISSION for Baird Cravan

Title: Research and Development
Universe: G1
Characters: Skywarp/Starscream
Rating: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Oral Sex, Desk Sex, Penetrative Sex
Summary: Skywarp likes to, err, meet and greet all new arrivals, so to speak, so when he hears about the shiny new Seeker he just has to introduce himself.


Rumor has it there’s a new recruit, which in itself, isn’t that unusual. The Decepticon resistance has swelled its ranks exponentially these cycles as more and more mechs realize Cybertron isn’t going to change anytime soon. Not unless they rise up and do something about it.

This new mech though. Scuttlebutt is that Megatron recruited him personally, and that’s the kind of mech Skywarp has to meet. Anyone who’s caught Megatron’s attention has to be worth knowing. More than that, though, they must be worth testing. Tasting. That sort of thing.

Skywarp’s particularly good at testing. Which is why he’s currently in the section of the old, abandoned factory they’ve partitioned for use for the scientists. The new recruit is supposed to be some hotshot physicist who’s finally going to give that stodgy old Shockwave some competition. They might even get some fancy new weapons to show that Senate who they really should fear.

Skywarp only gets lost two or three times while he’s in the science warehouse. Usually, he’s only here for Keystroke to run one of many, many tests in a desperate attempt to duplicate Skywarp’s warping capabilities. But Keystroke’s lab is not the same as the new Seeker’s lab, and Skywarp has a map, but somehow, he keeps making wrong turns.

Getting distracted is what Thundercracker would say. Feh.

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Title: Idle Hands
Universe: Transformers G1
Characters: Prowl, Ironhide, Optimus Prime, Jazz/Megatron, Implied Jazz/Optimus Prime
Rated: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Dom/Sub themes, Facesitting, Sex Toys
Description: In a mostly post-war world, Jazz is bored, and a bored Jazz is not safe for anyone – least of all Megatron, who didn’t realize how much he’d enjoy getting bossed around by the Spec Ops mech. 

Commissioned by Jee and written for the MegOp server. 

“I’m bored,” Jazz complained as he let himself into Prowl’s locked office and threw his frame onto the only piece of furniture not covered in datapads and actual, paper documents.

“Hi, bored. I’m Prowl,” Prowl replied without missing a beat or looking up from the datapad that occupied both his attention and his frown. It was his thinking frown, however, so Jazz wasn’t too concerned.

Yet.

Jazz groaned and tipped his head back against the high-backed chair. “You’re spending too much time with Sparkplug.”

“He is a comforting spot of urbanity in a chaotic storm of treaty negotiations,” Prowl said with a twitch of his sensory panels. He looked tired. He felt tired.

Who knew that trying to negotiate some kind of cease-fire and peace treaty with the Decepticons would actually be more exhausting than the war itself? But needs must. Needs like a lack of resources, dwindling motivations, and the realization that if they didn’t pull their heads out of their afts, Cybertron’s already ruined landscape would become an uninhabitable wasteland that could never be restored.

“Give me something to do,” Jazz demanded, and it wasn’t a whine. “I’m going out of my mind with boredom here. I’m getting itchy fingers, if you know what I mean.”

Prowl’s panels twitched again, and he moved from one datapad to another without missing a beat. “You’re not allowed to kill any Decepticons. We are in a cease-fire.”

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dracoqueen22: (Optimus)
Title: From This Moment
Universe: TFP Alternate Canon
Characters: Rodimus Prime/Orion Pax, Ratchet/Jazz, Ultra Magnus, Starscream, Thundercracker, Skywarp
Rating: M
Description: Rodimus Prime knows that you only get one chance to make a good, first impression. Lucky for him, Orion Pax is not the only cutest archivist he’s ever met, but also the most forgiving.

Commission for Jeegoo.


Rodimus Prime was not panicking.

Rodimus Prime was not panicking, because Rodimus Prime did not panic. He did not, in fact, have any reason to panic.

Technically, Starscream was in his employ so there was no reason for Rodimus to be searching for the nearest exit like his spark was on the line.

And yet.

Here he was, crouched by an obscenely large vase that had no purpose except to be ugly and provide decent cover for a Prime on the run. Seriously. This thing was hideous. Why were they keeping it in the Municipal Archives except as a monument to their ancestors’ bad taste?

“Rodimus Prime!” Starscream’s voice squawked through the interior of the museum, bouncing off the walls, seeking Rodimus in his hiding spot with unerring accuracy. “So help me Primus if you don’t show yourself--”

“Star, you can’t threaten the Prime,” Skywarp interjected with a laugh, his vocals equally loud, if not more so. “He’s kind of our boss.”

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Anamnesis
Chapter Three


There’s a package on his doorstep.

Hot Rod nearly trips on it in his rush to get to work before Hook scolds him for tardiness. As it is, he kicks the crate a few feet across the floor, until it knocks against his neighbor’s door.

“What the…”

Hot Rod retrieves the crate and ducks back into his apartment before the ever-surly Wrench emerges to shout at him for being too noisy. Wrench thinks Hot Rod is noisy by the mere fact of existing. Jerk.

The only name on the crate is Hot Rod’s. There’s no address, no postal delivery code or SKU or tag from a runner. He’s pretty sure that if it was a bomb, it would’ve exploded when he kicked it. Not that he thinks someone would want to bomb him. Then again, he can’t think of anyone who’d want to send him a gift either.

Bonecrusher maybe? Or Scavenger?

“You didn’t make it very far.”

Hot Rod drops the crate on the small table in the main room and looks up. Megs is hovering in the doorway to his room, a novelpad carefully held between two claws.

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Title: Anamnesis
Universe: Amalgam
Characters: Hot Rod, Megatron, Hook, Scrapper, Scavenger, Long Haul, Bonecrusher, Mixmaster, Ravage, Soundwave
Rated: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Referenced Forced Body Modification, Memory Issues
Description: All kinds of trash gets tossed in the Heap, but when Hot Rod finds a barely-alive Empurate, he can’t leave the mech to die. Without his memory, Megs has no place to go, so Hot Rod offers him a place to call home. It’s meant to be temporary, but Hot Rod never expected wanting so badly for Megs to stay.

Commission for Withersake.

Chapter One


A new visitor to the Heap might find themselves overwhelmed with the stench of the place -- old grease and caked rust and decaying energon, the reek of death and abandonment basically. Hot Rod has visited the place so often he’s blind to it now. That and he’d had the foresight to shutter his vents, and turn off his olfactory sensors.

It’s a scrapyard. Mechs should know that it’s not the cleanest place on Cybertron to be.

Still. Better than a slagpile.

Narrow furrows wind through the teetering piles of junk and scrap. Hot Rod’s carved out some of his own through the years, but every once in a while, he’ll take a route hacked up by some other Scrounge, and find something on the list.

Not his list, just the list.

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dracoqueen22: (sidessunny)
Title: Reunion
Universe: The Prime’s Consorts
Characters: Sideswipe, Optimus Prime, Ultra Magnus, Sunstreaker
Rating: T
Description: Sideswipe thought he’d never see his brother again.


Sideswipe doesn’t know what to think when a trio of Primal guards shows up on his doorstep and demands he come with them. He’s torn between refusing because of what Streamline might do to him, and sprinting along with them because of a stupid hope that their arrival means he gets to see Sunstreaker.

He immediately dashes that internal hope when he considers that seeing Sunstreaker is probably part of some ploy to force his brother into good behavior.

His excitement immediately cools.

Sideswipe goes with them because he doesn’t see where he has any other choice.

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dracoqueen22: (Optimus)
Title: Checking In
Universe: The Prime’s Consorts
Characters: Wheeljack, Ratchet
Rated: G/K+
Description: It’s the call Wheeljack’s been waiting for, but he still doesn’t expect to hear the good news from Ratchet’s own lips.


Wrist-deep in one of his many projects, Wheeljack often ignores his communication console when it beeps at him or flashes at him or makes any amount of distracting attempts to get his attention. But when the special tone Wheeljack programmed specifically for Ratchet pings at his audials, Wheeljack scrambles to answer it, sending a container of tools crashing to the floor as he lunges for the acceptance key.

He winces as the clatter of scattered tools echoes around his laboratory, but it’s a distant worry because the moment his fingers brush the key, Ratchet’s face fills the screen. Relief crashes over Wheeljack even harder than the tumbled tool chest.

Especially when Ratchet gives him that wry grin. “Catch you at a bad time?”

“Shut up,” Wheeljack says, his indicators flashing. He claws at the desk, dragging his wheeled chair around the tool detritus to get his face better in the screen. “I’ve been worried sick about you.”

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Title: Defragment
Universe: Shattered Glass, sequel to Firewall
Series: Renovation
Characters: Drift/Ratchet
Rated: NC-17
Enticements: Consensual Gore, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Consensual Dismembering, Fisting, Double Penetration
Description: After encountering a former friend on a mission, Drift returns feeling a little off. Fortunately, Ratchet knows just the thing to remind him where he belongs.


The raucous interior of the Ark-One’s main dock was a welcome noise to Drift as he stepped off his single-mech shuttle and stepped back onto the metal floor of home. The feeling reverberated up through his feet, his legs, his hips, his torso, all the way into his spark.

He drew in a heavy, savoring vent, a tiny little anxieties melting away as the atmosphere of the Autobot ship wrapped around him. He was back, he was home, and most importantly, he had Ratchet within reach once again.

What more could a mech want?

Drift ignored the whistles and catcalls of the dockworkers as he passed. They weren’t important. They weren’t Ratchet. His spark sang with comfort, pulsing the song of his medic, drawing him toward the medbay. Drift shedded discomfort behind him, a bit like the dried energon flaking off his frame.

Assassination was a messy business.

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dracoqueen22: (jazz)
Title: Come Again
Universe: G1
Characters: Bluestreak/Jazz
Rated: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Bondage, Overstimulation, Valve Gape, Large Penetration, Sex Toys, Established Relationship
Description: To Bluestreak, Jazz is absolutely beautiful, inside and out.


Commission for CosmosKitty

Jazz is stunning when wrapped in ropes and lashed to their berth for Bluestreak to ravage as he pleases. The contrast of crimson lines to his black and white armor never fails to make Bluestreak hungry with want. He traces every careful knot with appreciation, fingers skimming the braided material.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his hands gliding over the polished plating of Jazz’s thighs, spread wide to accommodate Bluestreak between them, his entire array bare to Bluestreak’s gaze.

“Am I?” Jazz gasps out the question, squirming in his bindings, causing the rope to creak. He doesn’t pull the quick-release, however, which proves he’s right where he wants to be.

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dracoqueen22: (Optimus)
Consortium
Chapter Seven


“You look tired,” Ultra Magnus murmurs as they sit in the sun room, watching the simulated sun rise over the red-banded arch of simulated mountains.

It had been a brilliant idea, to turn the largest window in the sun room into a holographic display, but there’s a sense of uncanny valley to it. Optimus knows it’s not real, so the view doesn’t settle his spark as much as a real view might.

“It’s difficult,” Optimus admits, only to Ultra Magnus, here in the relative privacy of the early morning. As far as he knows, they are the only ones awake.

“Which part?”

Optimus sighs and rubs along his central seam. “Four spark merges in close succession,” he says. “I know the Matrix is built to support these bonds, but it still takes a toll on my spark.”

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dracoqueen22: (Optimus)
Consortium
Chapter Four

The mood is remarkably lighter around the table this time around. Much of the tension has lifted out of the air, and there is less a sizzling distaste for Optimus.

No one outright glares at him. Optimus considers that improvement. Especially when Jazz rises, climbing up into the center of the table no less, a small stringed instrument in hand.

“I hope you don’t mind a little entertainment with your energon,” he drawls as he holds the nyckelharpa in place and lays a flat rod against the glowing lines. “I’m going to start with something slow and melodic.”

“I, for one, am not going to protest,” Ultra Magnus says.

“I don’t think anyone else is either,” drawls Starscream, his optics glittering as he looks up at Jazz. “Provided you have any talent at that thing, I mean.”

Jazz’s lips pull in a slow, challenging smirk. “Just you wait and see, Screamer.” He drags the bar across the glowing lines, a long, mournful sound rising from the instrument. “I’m gonna knock you on your aft.”

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dracoqueen22: (Optimus)
Consortium
Chapter Two


Optimus' research indicates Prowl is something of an early riser, at least, judging by his propensity to arrive at work earlier than anyone else. It edges on the side of creepy to have this sort of intimate knowledge of a mech he’s only spoken with on two occasions, but Optimus needs the advantage if he has any hope of emerging victorious.

He will not let the Senate have their way.

Optimus arrives at Prowl's assigned quarters with a morning allotment of fuel and pings the door. He could technically invite himself within, but it would be an egregious invasion of privacy.

Prowl opens the door, his face blank of expression, and the sensory panels for which Praxians are known arched high and rigid behind his shoulders. "Good morning, sir."

"Good morning." Optimus offers the cube, and Prowl takes it automatically. "I thought you might like to join me in the study. I believe there was a conversation you wished to have?"

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dracoqueen22: (Optimus)
Title: Consortium
Universe: Amalgam
Characters: Optimus Prime, Ultra Magnus, Prowl, Jazz, Ironhide, Starscream, Sunstreaker, Ratchet, Skyfire, Hot Rod, Soundwave, Laserbeak, Ravage
Rating: T
Enticements: Politics, Consent Discussions, Fade to Black Interfacing
Description: A Prime should be supported, they tell him. A Prime should have advisors and allies who will stand by him as he rules. They are to help shoulder the burden, to keep their Prime standing tall. They are meant to be more than berthmates.

Newly-appointed Optimus Prime now has a month to convince the ten Consorts the senate has chosen for him - ten relative strangers, most of whom have no desire whatsoever to be there - that he’s nothing like his predecessors, and that his vision for the future is one worthy of their support.

He has his work cut out for him.

Commission For SunnySidesofBlue


Chapter One


Optimus Prime’s chest aches.

Everything aches, truth be told. His new frame is unwieldy, large and uncomfortable. He feels awkward and coltish, even weeks after the transformation. His center of balance has shifted, his shoulders are too broad, and he’s a good foot taller at least.

The Matrix will settle in time, they tell him, but they can’t be more specific than that. It’s different for every Prime, they tell him. It took Sentinel a decade before he fully embraced the Matrix. Prima engaged with the Matrix almost immediately.

There’s a long span of time between immediately and a decade.

Optimus rubs at his chassis, the Matrix heavier within him than it logistically should be. Heavier still is the burden now resting on his shoulders: the rulership of an entire planet and its people. He has the Senate to assist him, and various other ruling bodies, but there is none so singularly known as the Prime.

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Title: Comfort Zone
Universe: TFA, pre-canon
Characters: Sentinel/Elita-One, Optimus
Rated: K+
Description: Optimus can’t imagine anywhere else he’d rather be but here, snuggled on the couch between his two best friends in the universe.

Commission for citrus-art-and-life


Some things, Optimus supposes, will never change.

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dracoqueen22: (sidessunny)
Title: Sooner or Later
Universe: Transformers, Sequel to Shatter Me
Characters: Sideswipe/Sunstreaker, Swindle
Rated: M
Warnings: Technically illegal incest, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Twincest, Spark Interfacing
Description: An offhand comment from Swindle has Sideswipe reconsidering – and remembering – the decision to claim Sunstreaker as his. 
Commission for Fuzipenguin. 


“Word on the street is that you two haven’t been seen in the clubs for a month.”

Sideswipe side-eyed Swindle as he double-checked the manifest against the items in the order. Sunstreaker would murder him if Swindle left anything out again.

“We’ve been busy,” Sideswipe said.

Swindle grinned that shark-grin Sideswipe hated. “So busy you couldn’t possibly find a frag for the night? I don’t believe it.” He tilted his head, the curl of his lips predatory. “What’s his designation, eh? Don’t tell me you finally settled for someone.”

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dracoqueen22: (samcham)
Title: The Happy Accident
Universe: Ouran High School Host Club, post-anime
Characters: Hitachiin Hikaru, Ootori Kyouya, Hitachiin Kaoru, others in passing
Rated: T
Enticements: Fluff, Romance, First Kiss
Description: Kaoru’s misplaced guilt is suffocating, but somehow, it’s Kyouya’s unexpected support that really throws Hikaru for a loop.

Commission for CancerHeart69.


"It's a commoner mall," Hikaru insists as he stares down his security entourage. "No one's going to recognize me there. How protected do I need to be?"

He'll draw more attention with a passel of security following him around, then if he wanders the aisles like the average school student on the average Saturday. He’s safer if he blends in, rather than making himself a target. After all, Haruhi does all her own shopping without getting into any trouble.

Why can’t Hikaru do the same?

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Title: By Degrees
Universe: Transformers Prime
Characters: Wheeljack/Ultra Magnus
Rated: M
Enticements: Canon-Adjacent, Developing Relationship, BDSM themes, BDSM relationship, Sticky Sexual Interfacing
Description: Ultra Magnus asks for five days before they take the final plunge, and Wheeljack spends it reminiscing, reminding himself of all the reasons he’s going to say ‘yes’.




O.


Romance has never been in Wheeljack’s repertoire.

Living the way he has, with the war and all, with the Wreckers, with life and death waiting around every bend -- he hasn’t much bothered with it. Didn’t think it was in the cards, as Miko would say. Didn’t try to chase it, didn’t seek it, didn’t let anyone else bother with it either.

Romance had its place, and its place is nowhere near Wheeljack.

Or at least, that’s how he used to think.

Now he’s got an apartment. He’s got a mech he’s gonna mate. He’s got a pretty collar sitting in a box, waiting to be clicked around his neck, and it’s perfect. It’s the closest thing to romance he’s touched in all his centuries of living.

But that’s starting at the new beginning. Wheeljack is a lot of things, but an improper storyteller isn’t one of them.

This romance, with its ups and downs and twists and turns, still has a beginning, like all the others.

Even if it isn’t a romantic one. Read more... )
dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Title: Moderation in All Things
Pairings/Characters: Tarn/Pharma
Universe: Transformers IDW
 Alternate Canon
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Description: Pharma and Tarn are a delicate balance of intelligence and brawn, economic inequality, and political power. Somehow, they manage to make it work.

Commission for Kurxo.


Tarn was on fire.

Not his lover, of course, but his namesake city-state.

Pharma came home, and the first thing he grabbed once the door locked shut behind him, was a bottle of his favorite engex. He pulled one of his wine glasses from the cabinet -- a gift from Tarn several years back -- and filled it past an appropriate level. He savored the scent of it, ventilated deeply, trying to ease the tension from his hydraulics.

Should he turn on the vidscreen? No, of course not. Why subject himself to the negativity and the darkness? He knew what had happened. He didn’t need to watch the endless cycle of theories and reporting and blabbering to be informed. He didn’t want to give the news any more attention than it deserved.

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dracoqueen22: (jazz)
Title: A Perfect Storm
Universe: TF G1/IDW
Characters: Blurr, Jazz, Bluestreak, Ricochet, Prowl, Rodimus, Drift, Ratchet
Pairings: Blurr/Jazz, Blurr/Ricochet, Blurr/Ricochet/Jazz, Ricochet/Jazz, Bluestreak/Jazz, Drift/Ratchet,
Rating: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Twincest, Mechpreg, Canon Typical Violence
Description: Blurr happens to enjoy life on post-war Cybertron, but when a serial murderer starts targeting former Wreckers, Blurr ends up saddled with a bodyguard who rubs him in all the wrong ways. Or right ways, if you were to ask Ricochet. Let the battle begin.

Commission for MamaBlurr.

Chapter Four


They technically didn’t share a berth. Ricochet was supposed to recharge on the couch and the berth was for Blurr alone.

Those were the agreed upon terms, in theory.

In practice, Blurr on-lined every morning with a horny Decepticon wrapped around him, mouthing at the back of his neck and caressing his panels.

It wasn’t a terrible way to online. It’s just that in the week since Ricochet had showed up to safeguard him, he hadn’t recharged once on the couch. Of course, if Blurr was better at resisting temptation, maybe he could manage to exile Ricochet to the couch.

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dracoqueen22: (deceptibot)
Title: A Perfect Storm
Universe: TF G1/IDW
Characters: Blurr, Jazz, Bluestreak, Ricochet, Prowl, Rodimus, Drift, Ratchet
Pairings: Blurr/Jazz, Blurr/Ricochet, Blurr/Ricochet/Jazz, Ricochet/Jazz, Bluestreak/Jazz, Drift/Ratchet,
Rating: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Twincest, Mechpreg, Canon Typical Violence
Description: Blurr happens to enjoy life on post-war Cybertron, but when a serial murderer starts targeting former Wreckers, Blurr ends up saddled with a bodyguard who rubs him in all the wrong ways. Or right ways, if you were to ask Ricochet. Let the battle begin.

Commission for MamaBlurr.


Chapter Two


“I need a favor.”

Those were the first words out of his twin’s mouth, and Ricochet barely had a moment to marvel at the rarity of them before Jazz invited himself into Ricochet’s tiny apartment.

“Come on in,” Ricochet said as he let the door close and followed the agitated swirl of his brother’s field into the main room. He dropped down on the edge of the lounge, visor tracking Jazz’s pacing. “Pleasure to see you, bro. Nice of ya to remember I exist.”

It’d been a week, maybe more, since Jazz had last popped into his life. Ricochet didn’t know why his twin suddenly decided to play ghost. He didn’t ask, he didn’t poke, he didn’t pry. Jazz’s business was Jazz’s business. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t be snide about it.

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