I love the Combaticons and just thought of a very funny situation in which people who are Spark bonded also share pregnancy symptoms with their partner and Texaid have been sneaking around so Vortex is trying to be supportive and take on First Aid's worst nausea and aches since he can't be there in person–First Aid us being per on by his entire gestalt and all the Autobots–meanwhile Onslaught is on a warpath trying to figure out which of his "fragging idiots" got knocked up and Vortex was dragged in first as "most likely" and Onslaught grudingly let him go and is currently trying to push all the others into getting tested but Blast Off is off planet and his now horrified and convinced his and Blast Off's affair is going ro be discovered only to find he's also nlt pregnant.
So now the Decepticon base is blowing up with accusations and Onslaught trying to force Brawl and Swindle to confess which one of thoae "HUGE FUCKING MORONS" bonded someone while they were in a gestalt. Vortex is a little offended that he is apparently so "unplatable" that Onslaught didn't suspect him. Affairs are uncovered and Swindle is convinced he may have knocked someone up and desperately trying to get Lockdown to pick up. Onslaught is in the dog house because he implied Blast Off might have cheated. Vortex is sweating buckets of coolant while throwing up in a bucket and tecting First Aid (and Blades) a play-by-play of the revelations because apparently Brawl has game and has slept with half the Air Force so Starscream is acreaming and dragging them all to get checked up which reveals some surprises but none of them Brawl's.
Vortex eventually slips away to go get "captured" by the Autobots for a few months.
Ssgdgdg ohhh tex nooo, yes.
On has questions he needs answered NOW, and he blames Vortex (which he's kinda right kinda not, and wrong in thinking he's wrong)
The dramafest is spectacular, like. So manyyy affairs, and the Actually Pregnant First Aid just needs to know
Ah yes, a "suprise capture", delightful
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Could you write about TFA Lockdown and boobs?...maybe with some Swinlock on the side?
done!
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Lockdown grumbled as he entered his ship, slamming down his new mod in his collection before slumping in his chair.
His last bounty had been quite a runner, and took forever for Lockdown to catch him. That led to him missing out on collecting another bounty, so for all that trouble he had a single, measly blaster mod and a few credits to show for it. Plus, all that running was a strain on his chest. Even though they were firmly kept in place by his chestplate, they were sore from all the physical activity he had to do to catch that bounty.
“Ah, Lockie, you're back,” He groaned as Swindle’s voice came from the berthroom.
“I said don't call me that.”
“Someone's in a mood,” The con artist whistled, walking over and putting his hands on Lockdown’s shoulders. “What's got your pelvic plating in a twist, Lockie? Stressful day at work?”
“I said-”
“I know, I know,” Swindle laughed. “Now, I can see you're pent up, so I'm gonna offer you a massage, free of charge!”
“Free? That doesn't sound like the Swindle I know. What's the catch?”
“Nothing! I just wanted to do something nice for my “business” partner.” Swindle purred.
“Well, if you want to do something nice for me, you could help me with these.” He gestured to his chestplate.
“Oh, you need help with your pouches? Why's that? You look flat as a board!” Swindle teased, poking his chestplate. Lockdown hissed.
“Fine. Have a look for yourself before you judge,” He smirked.
His servo trailed up his chest, pressing a button that popped his chestplate open. His impressive pouches bounced out, jiggling before stopping. They were a pretty white with black markings, with piercings on the nozzles. He watched Swindle's optics grow wide, the con artist’s faceplate flushing blue.
“Primus,” He sputtered, his servo moving down to cup one. “Can I-”
“Go ahead.” Lockdown said, his smirk growing wider. “They're sore. A massage would be nice.”
Swindle's servo cupped one of Lockdown's pouches, massaging it. It felt so… Soft, but firm. He loved it. His digits grabbed one of the piercings, tugging on it.
“Ah,” Lockdown groaned.
“Oh, you like that?” Swindle said, tugging a bit harder.
“F-Frag off.”
Swindle smirked. Now it was his turn to be smug. He cupped the other pouch in his other servo, grabbing the nozzle and twisting it in his digits. He continued tugging at the piercings as well.
“Frag, Swindle…” Lockdown breathed, admittedly arching his chest slightly further into Swindle's servos.
“Wow, you're really excited for this, huh~?” Swindle moved to his front, straddling him as he continued tugging at his piercings and nozzles.
Lockdown's panel popped immediately, his erect spike and wet valve on display. He knew he'd have to clean his chair, but he'd make Swindle do it later. Swindle leaned down, licking and biting and massaging Lockdown's achy breasts. The con artist's panel popped as well, and he pressed his spike against his partner's valve.
“Come on, Lockie, you had a stressful day at work. Only fair that I get to take charge for once~” He purred, slowly pushing in.
“Frag…~” Lockdown moaned, almost yelping as Swindle suddenly took one of his nozzles in his mouth and bit.
Swindle's hips began to move, and he sucked hard on Lockdown's nozzle. Almost immediately, fresh, sweet Energon began to flow into his mouth, and the con artist was left pleasantly surprised at the taste. He was also pleasantly surprised at how amazing Lockdown’s valve felt. It was always him on the bottom, not the other way around.
“Primus, babe~” Swindle laughed. “Just sit back, relax, and let good ol’ Swindle take care of you~”
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