You’re growing dizzy with the way his servos caress your back, knowing just where to press and poke to get you feeling better than you already are from simply being allowed to straddle his lap. He’s purposefully caging you to his frame, digits spread wide to cover as much of you as he can, keeping you close.
He’s kissing you as though you’re the most important thing in the world. Mastering how to keep his engine from revving, from giving away just how hot his body is burning underneath you. Your ex-vents are all he needs to breathe, loving the way you moan into his open mouth once you take a moment to get some fresh air into your vents without having to move away from him.
Keeping your digits on the very ends of his finials, squeezing the tips. You tilt back his helm every time he moves too much – seeking your glossa once you retreat it, biting your lower lip to keep you in his reach.
You had something you needed to tell him, you remember that much. But how are you able to actually voice it when he keeps sealing your intake with such need? You’re starting not to care what it was about anyways.
Rutting your panels together as the kiss has all your attention, chasing a high you don’t even believe you want to reach. For all this loving would have to seize once you’re unable to move due to just how he manages to wring you completely dry. But you also can’t stop the grinding of your hips, thighs pressed firmly against his.
The hands on your back are encouraging the roll of your body, bucking up to meet you once you take a klick to not have your processor going out on you before you can even properly get it on.
The things he does to your insides cannot be put into words. Never before have you been this close to overloading without your panel retracted- so, so close to spewing transfluid absolutely everywhere with how painful your spike is pressed to the inside of your plating.
Hay does anyone know the fanfictiction where idk why but you kinda getting punished by having sex with all the autobots working up too Optimus prime where he's trying to find where you're hinding before fraging you if yall know please tell me 🙏
"the best way to screw jkr over is by making her characters queer!" actually. The best way to screw jkr over is to stop engaging with the property she still profits off of and read a different fucking book
may i interest any of you in a casino au, people? mr shade as the owner, the entities as the staff. eyefestation bartender, p.ai.nter as the dealer, any staff that may be. loose fit.
initial thought of casinogoer sebastian who'd be banned if it wasn't for the fact it took one loss for him to be their number one money maker because of how much he's racked up. he can count cards, predict dice, time himself out even with a scotch or whisky in hand. but it can change, depending on view.
continuing going even after it all, risking himself instead of chips or money. losing sense of self and reality of body. no lady luck on his side like this when he's making himself a spectacle.
speaking of lady luck, helloooo oc x canon / selfship community. insert your characters into story and put yourself as arm candy to whoever you please. kiss of luck, if you want the stupid fish. general assistance, if you yearn for anybody else.
sleeping with all three captains of the lost light and getting tossed around in the meetings?
I do not know exactly what characters you mean cause if I know right there’s only like,, Megatron and Rodimus that are captains (“co-captains”). SO, I just did those two plus Ultra Magnus and Drift bc like, they’re second- and third-in-command so maybe those are the ones you mean??? IDK MAN YOU GET ALL FOUR
I also realize as I am rereading the ask that I overlooked the part where you’re saying IN MEETINGS. Whoops. Might revisit this and make it right later (if u want that, please send in a new ask so I remember!)
Lost Light Captains x mech reader (Passed Around)
You had expected the punishment for having tried, and mainly succeeded, to flirt and seduce the captains of the Lost Light. Well, one was easier than the other, but you also adore a good challenge when presented one. Rodimus had agreed the moment you mentioned interfacing. Megatron, however, took a bit more to get his processor wrapped around the idea of you offering, and when he did? He started to question his own morality.
Rodimus is always down for whenever and wherever you start. Running your digits along his sleek frame to get his attention, digging into the seams of his waists to tease the protoform beneath with the tips. He is truly down for whatever too – whether it’s you or him servicing the other or a joint effort.
His glossa drags across your frame, wrapping around cables by your neck and sucking them into his mouth to earn himself a moany gasp. He doesn’t mean to tease, but he just can’t help himself. He knows you need to be quick, but the way you sound under his servos is just as enjoyable to his audials as it is to his array.
Taking a seat on his own desk, you quickly find just how much he’s been looking forwards to your next visit – panel hot to the touch before retracting while hooking his legs around your waist to get the party started. Guiding you and using his thighs to keep you moving, moaning as his callipers squeeze tight and keep you right where he wants you to stay. Rutting into him with shallow thrusts, chasing a release just as much as he is.
With your back to the wall, Megatron takes his time to get you worked up before he ever even tells you if he has accepted your offer or not. Digits rubbing in perfect circles over your sensitive node, others going in to open and caress your walls as you clench to try and pull him further towards the bundles of nerves that make you squirm. Being a mech not up for experimenting much, he sure does know his way around your interface array as if he has been studying it for fun.
When he finally frees his spike and lets you whine at the stretch he provides, the pace quickly becomes desperate as he insistently pounds into you. And yet, even with the rough treatment of your insides, there’s a gentleness to his derma as he plants gentle kisses on your collarbone and neck, working up to your jaw and to your audials. Wherever he can reach comfortably, bending you further below his towering frame and angling himself so segments of his spike cause friction to your twitching anterior node. He has done this before, you’re certain of it – but ain’t no way you’re about to complain!
Your so-called punishment? Two more got added to your roster.
Ultra Magnus is very straight to the point. You both love and hate him for this. Pushing you down over the nearest surface, keeping you there with a heavy hand on your back as he starts to palm at your panel. Well, you did offer, so how surprised can you truly be when he hilts against your gestation tank on his first harsh thrust in? He may be big, but he drags wonderfully along your tender nerves, throbbing eagerly around his spike as he sets a remarkably calm pace.
Always, and that is a very clear always, you have to work yourself up before even seeing him. If he agrees, there’s basically zero prep from his side. If he doesn’t, at least you know Rodimus will appreciate the effort.
Drift? Ohh, Drift. Reminds you of Rodimus often, though he is a tad softer, you have to give him that. Placing a whole lot of care into smothering you in soft pecks before they turn determined and seek your intake, kindly waiting to be welcomed in to taste you more. Carefully making sure you’re ready for the endeavour of riding his spike to a point you can rightfully call it teasing.
Lubricants run down your inner thighs as you line yourself and take Drift the entire way, easily so considering the generous overload he already provided with his glossa. He’s staring at you half-lidded and full of love as you start to bounce, grinding down in rough circles to truly feel every biolight he has to his name every once in a while. Never once does he stop covering you in kisses, servos kind to your heated plating.
By the time both of you are desperate to get over the edge, he’s begging and pleading with only his optics to please let him do the last bit of work. And who are you to deny him of that? You just hold on for the ride as rough servos take hold of your aft and starts to snap his hips up to meet yours frantically.
Bro I fucking hate blueskys age verification. You can only scan your face, or give them not your debit card information, but a fucking credit card. I don't trust myself with credit cards, because that's asking for me to be put into debt. I also have kind of a baby face, so Im fucked in that regard. I'm not getting a credit card to just log into stuff (look at you too steam) so fuck you uk ill killing myself/j
Hay I'm trying to find a fic. i read a while ago it's was a drachrod fic, were drift put a chip on rodimus to "help him feel good when competing a task" (its a chip that will give designated stimulation completion of certain tasks) . After a small while of roddy abusing it he's cummings under his panles just from completing work. Drachet have a small argument after drift confesses to putting the chip on him, but not realising it was like a kink chip
Hay I'm trying to find a fic. i read a while ago it's was a drachrod fic, were drift put a chip on rodimus to "help him feel good when competing a task" (its a chip that will give designated stimulation completion of certain tasks) . After a small while of roddy abusing it he's cummings under his panles just from completing work. Drachet have a small argument after drift confesses to putting the chip on him, but not realising it was like a kink chip
not enough weird monster pussy. give that guy claspers so he can grab onto your hips and keep you and your seed inside him until it takes, like a reverse knot. fill that girl's hole with hundreds of little starfish-esque tentacles that rub and tease your dick. give plant monsters weird drosera tentacles and pollen and stamen/pistils n shit. monster that just holds you close as it sheathes your cock inside its cunt, engulfing you in its wet heat, and keeping you still as it tears orgasm after orgasm out of you without even thrusting its hips because its pussy moves on its own and does all the work for you. monster with tentacles coming out from their pelvis that wrap around your thighs and pull you closer in time with your thrusts. spider hybrid pussy with pedipalps or spinnerets. bug girl whose species mates for a REALLY long time that seals your cock inside her with a glue-like substance and makes you come over and over for hours or even days as she carries you limp body around and goes about her business like you aren't even there. bioluminescent squirt. ovipositors. pussies with teeth and tongues. deep sea monster pussy. idfk i just want to see some weird, barely-recognizable-as-a-sexual-organ hole. if we can have weird dicks we can have weird pussy, damn it!
Could you please make a part 3 to couldn't wouldn't love me? If you have the chance.
A/N: Yes I can!!! Swerve is my fav after all. Hope you're okay with some platonic Tailgate & Rewind in the bg as wingmen lol.
[ Couldn't Wouldn't Love Me Pt3 ] Swerve x Reader - Word Count: 1,011
WARNINGS: Alcohol Consumption (you are 21+ in this) & pining
Swerve couldn't believe his optics, Rewind and Tailgate were walking into his bar with you in tow. They had actually made good on their promise! Here you were, in his bar, once again. He watched in awe as you rode in on Tailgate's shoulder, Rewind following close behind you pointing for emphasis. (He really owed them for this.)
"Hey," you smiled at Swerve, as Tailgate lowered you on to the bar, making Swerve's legs go weak. You were really here. "The guys dragged me away from work for a night at the bar."
Swerve felt a pang of jealous twist in his stomach. What did you mean 'The Guys?' How were you already better friends with them than him? He hoped that didn't ruin his own chances at being your friend. Later he'd have to have a talk with them about priorities as wingmen.
"Oh, really" Swerve looked at the two pointedly, "I hope they didn't twist arm too much."
"No no," you waved your hand passively at Swerve, "don't chew their heads off. I've been meaning to swing by and see my fav Minibot Bartender again." There is was again, your comfortableness with Cybertronian vocabulary. It made him passively contempulate once again how naturally you fit in with them. But favorite, that soothed his jealousy.
"You're favorite," Swerve's visor flicked brighter with emotion at your words. He felt like he was going to overheat. (He was your favorite?!) Rewind looked at Tailgate over the top of you, nodding at Swerve's floundering.
"So what's you're go to drink," Tailgate suddenly asked, trying to help smooth over Swerve's awkwardness.
"Rum and Coke," you shrugged, eyes focusing on Tailgate. (Mission Give-Swerve-Time-to-Recover accomplished.) "It's easy to make and doesn't require that many ingredients. I have limited storage space on board of here so I gotta keep it simple."
"Huh," Tailgate responded, "good answer."
"Wait," Swerve suddenly stood up straighter, his senses coming back to him. "Who told you we didn't have room for your drink ingredients?" He was personally offended; of course he had room for your ingredients!
"Ultra Magnus," you sighed, "something about the ship already busting at the seems, and needing to maintain a semi-consistent weight." The eye roll that followed your sentence told the mechs all they needed to know.
"That's ridiculous," Swerve slapped the bartop, angry for you. "You're always more than welcome to bring me human ingredients and bar supplies. I'll keep them safe for you."
"Thanks," you beamed up at Swerve, "I appreciate the offer. I might take you up on it, as long as you promise me you won't get in trouble for my contraband."
"Naw," Swerve shook his helm, "and even if I did, I'd take the heat for you. A friend." He added the last part quickly, to make it clear that he wasn't making any moves on you –even if he so desperately wished he could– and that this was something he would do for any friend. Except he really wouldn't, but that wasn't important.
"Thanks, Swerve." You're words pierced through his spark, you called him by name and thanked him. If he dropped dead right now he would at least die happy. There was another dip in the conversation, and Rewind almost stepped in to save it once again, but you reignited it on your own. "Can I ask a dumb question?"
"No question you have could be considered dumb," Swerve responded smoothly. Rewind was impressed, once he gets out of his head he's a natural, he thought to himself.
"I don't want to bring up old wounds," you rubbed your hands together sheepishly, looking down at them. "But before the war... were you a bartender? Or was it an after thing? How did you know this was something you wanted to do?" The question hit Swerve like a ton of bricks. You wanted to know about his life? His interests? About his backstory?
"I," Swerve stumbled over his words, trying to find a response around the coolant pressing behind his optics. He was so incredibly honored by your questions and interest he didn't know where to start. His fans kicked on embarassingly, and he nearly died on the spot.
"You don't gotta answer," you waved your hands trying to defuse the situation. "I shouldn't have asked about such a sensitive subject like that. I know it was hard for y'all." Standing you shuffled awkwardly trying to find the best way out of this scenario without being more of a nuisance. Clearly you had struck a nerve.
"No, no, don't go," Swerve placed his hand in front of you effectively trapping you. He could believe you thought you were the problem here. You could never be the problem, he was.
In response to Swerve's rash action you felt a small slice of fear. Even as a minibot Swerve was still considerably bigger, and stronger than you. Not that you thought he would ever hurt you on purpose, but there was always accidents. Especially when liquor is involved (or engex in this case).
"I'm sorry," Swerve started in on one of his famous ramblings, making Rewind want to jump over the counter and choke him. "I didn't mean to get all emotional there, you just... caught me off guard was all. I didn't think I would be having this type of conversation tonight –not that it's a bad thing, I enjoy talking to you. Really. But please stay. I enjoy your company, and you didn't do anything wrong. You were just curious. I haven't even made you a drink yet either, what kind of bar night would it be if I didn't make you at least one drink. Just stay and I'll make you a drink and answer your questions and–."
"Okay," you cut Swerve off, "I'll stay." Plunking back down on the bar you grinned up at him easily. "Just a Rum and Coke will do."
"Right," Swerve nodded, recalibrating, "cause that's all you're allowed according to Ultra Magnus." At his joke you let out a loud laugh that his ego soaring again.
