Robotica Exotica

28 || Just a nsfw side blog to reblog/post about bots without (much) shame || mainly MTMTE

[zenniet]

Could you do Ratchet riding Rung while Rung isnt allowed to touch him or himself unless instructed (grasping thighs for support is permissible), meanwhile Ratchet is riding him he is showering Rung with praise after praise and love and validation ♡

“Ah-ah,” Ratchet tutted, reaching out and taking Rung’s servos in his own, not allowing the mech to cover his mouth and try to keep himself quiet like that. He put them down on either side of the berth. “I want to hear you. Keep those there.” Ratchet gave another languid roll of his hips on Rung’s spike, his valve clenching around him as Ratchet gave a pleasured sigh.

“Ratchet this is torturous.” Rung whined. True, it was something he wasn’t used to. Rung would usually have his servos all over Ratchet, pulling him down against him whenever he could. Or at least he would be able to cover his blushing face or try to muffle himself, but now- having been stripped of his goggles, too- he couldn’t even do that.

“So beautiful,” Ratchet chuckles in what must be satisfaction when he sees Rung’s blush deepen even more. “I could ride you like this all day.”

Rung didn’t know what to say. He never did when Ratchet talked to him like that. Rung, who had a million words to help any and everyone, balked in the face of a little compliment. Ratchet leaned down and kissed him, never stopping the movement of his hips.

“I do love your voice.” He said between the kiss, “Love how it sounds when you’re moaning my name. And your field just feels so good against mine.” Ratchet hummed, pulling back and righting himself so he could see Rung’s flustered face.

“W-Why are you so insistent on saying those things?” Rung gasped when Ratchet started to pick up the pace. The lithe mech was already losing his composure, but Ratchet seemed to be on top of everything, as usual.

“You’re always taking care of me, why can’t I return the favor?” Ratchet’s servos trailed down Rung’s chest before finding those sensitive little gaps in the plating by his hips. “You’re so sweet and kind, and you say you don’t like to hear it, but I can feel your spike twitching when I say that.”

Ratchet kept talking. Rung overloaded somewhere between the medic calling him beautiful and saying that he was lucky to have conjunxed Rung. Rung knew that even if he got no praise from anyone else, anything from Ratchet would more than make up for it.

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[slutpoof]

if i had known i was gonna put so much effort into this, i would have at least included naughty bits or something

anyway, this boy needs more training ♥

[peachesncremate]

We lovingly handcrafted a film noir au where Prowl is a tired detective and Jazz moonlights as a singer at a shady bar and they’re trying to solve a murder while dealing with untold amounts of sexual tension.

[schandbringer]

Mornin’, Captain.

It’s 3 AM and I had nothing better to do, it appears.

[zenniet]

"He's in the berthroom," Megatron says when he opens the habsuite door for you to enter. "I've got him to the brink, so be careful because any little touch could set him off."

You're greeted to the lovely sight of Minimus, kneeling on the berth with silky red rope wrapped intricately across his frame. His spike stands erect in front of him, and his valve is swollen and dripping lubricant down his thighs. The way his servos are bound behind his back forces him to arch back and push his chest out.

"Beautiful," You hum, approaching him. The two of the have gotten you some pretty amazing gifts over the length of your courting, but this may be the best one yet.

[zenniet]

“I want you to fuck me as hard as you can and I don’t want you to stop, even if I tell you to.”

Megatron @ Minimus 👁👁

“I want you to fuck me as hard as you can and I don’t want you to stop, even if I tell you to.” Megatron purred. Minimus was the only mech that he was willing to let go with in this way. He was the only mech that Megatron trusted with this, trusted to not push boundaries, but also to to make him feel this much pleasure.

Minimus’ slim fingers gripped the edge of Megatron’s pelvic plating and lined his spike up with the bigger mech’s slick, plush valve before pushing in with one quick thrust.

The lithe mech immediately grabs on to whatever plating he can on Megatron’s frame before setting a brutal pace. The cling of their plating was loud enough to overpower the whirring of their cooling fans and Megatron’s sharp moans. 

“I’m going to- to frag you until you overload again and again on my spike,” Minimus growled, leaning over him. Megatron panted and nodded, pleading.

Minimus’ digits found Megatron’s anterior node, making the big mech cry out.

“P-please! Don’t stop!” 

“Not to worry,” Minimus growled, “I don’t plan on it.”

[edgymegatronus]

[bexion69]

I kinda love this pen *-* 

Bonus doodle, from sensual to silly 😊

[agua-gasificada]

[ottotopus]

A Thunderrod animation because i was bored. Uncensored Version Twitter | Patreon | Commissions

[agua-gasificada]

Power bottom Kade w/Heatwave

[robotica-exotica]

Some smoochin’ full of lovin’  🥰 💚💜

🐦 || SFW ver.

[youkai871]

Meg「It was a mere dream……………how embarrassing………!/////」

[zenniet]

Request: brainstorm & percy; in public. What does Brainstorm do to seduce & entice Percy?

Brainstorm doesn’t hold himself above many things. Of course, public displays of affection would be something that he would be fine doing. So Perceptor wasn’t all that surprised when Brainstorm started leaning up on him while they were seated in one of the booths at Swerve’s bar.

The jet buried his face in Perceptor’s neck cabling, his engine giving a low purr as he took in Perceptor’s familiar scent. His frame grew warmer and warmer as he inched closer to Perceptor, climbing into his lap before long.

“You’re warm, too,” Brainstorm sighs, pushing his aft back against Perceptor’s codpiece, and his back to the other’s chest.

“You really have no shame, do you?” Perceptor comments, but despite the tinge of mocking in his voice, his servo still finds its place on Brainstorm’s slender waist.

Those servos, dangerous and firm, grip Brainstorm’s waist in the same place that they always did when the two of them were in the berth. Brainstorm would freely admit to himself that he can’t break the association of a touch there with the memory of being fragged hard by his partner. It made him shiver when Perceptor grabbed there, no matter where they were.

“You know you want to frag me, Percy.” Brainstorm gave another roll of his hips, trying to smother the arousal that was burning inside of his own frame so that he could put out an air of bravado. “Would you do it right here? If nobody was looking, would you frag me right over the table?”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Perceptor growled, “My needy little jet, you’d want everyone’s optics on you while I made you take my spike. You would want to be watched by everyone. What would you do if you saw them pop their panels at that sort of show? You’d feel pretty good about yourself, wouldn’t you?”

Brainstorm whined, his frame trembling. How did Perceptor manage to turn the tables on him every time?

“Please, Percy.” His voice wobbled like his body. His servos rest over Perceptor’s.

“No.” Perceptor said, pushing the dejected jet off of him and back onto his own spot in the booth. “Maybe I’ll give you something if you can manage to keep your legs under you long enough to get to our berthroom, though.” He spoke while he took out enough shanix to leave on the table to cover their tab. 

Brainstorm nodded fervently, servos already on Perceptor’s frame again.

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[zenniet]

Human s/o getting lovingly gangbanged by bee, hot rod, and cheetor would be 🥵🥵

Bumblebee and Hot Rod both fell easily into their spots, Hot Rod holding you in his lap as you ride his spike and Bee in front of you with his length in your mouth. You can tell, though, that Cheetor doesn't really need to know what to with himself as he slowly rocks his hips to slick his lubricant-dripping spike in your hand. Straining your eyes to look up, you see bee lean over and give Cheetor a quick kiss, his servo falling on the small of Cheetor's back.

"You're doing great, Cheets'," Hot Rod huffs behind you. You guess that Cheetor must not have gotten much experience with this sort of thing between being suddenly materialized by the Allspark and now.

"Frag," Hot Rod's warm servos hold your hips, pressing into your soft skin. "You're so hot," He purrs. "Gonna fill you up so good."

You moan out, back arching and your body giving a shiver you hear Bee gasp above you, his sound still trapped by Cheetor's mouth. You see Bee pull back and start to work his spike harder into your mouth, his heated length sliding easily along your tongue with every thrust. You feel him nudging at the back of your throat, threatening to push down and you know that he could, but he isn't. Meanwhile, Cheetor's hips are giving you little urgent twitches as his vocalizer eeks out cut off gasps and moans. His finials fluttered and his servos clenched and unclenched where he held them at his his chest.

"You gonna overload, Cheets'?" Hot Rod purred, seeing Cheetor's quickly dissolving composure. The blue mech gave a hurried nod and a moan. Hot Rod's servos moved up from your hips to your chest, one fondling you there while the the other held your shin and guided your lips off of Bee's spike to have you open your mouth wide for Cheetor. Bee urges Cheetor to push into your mouth and the moment he does, he gasps out above you.

Transfluid filled your mouth and down your throat, taking as much as you can before it starts to leak down your chin. Almost immediately after Cheetor's sweet cries taper out, Hot Rod bucks into you and fills you with his transfluid, forcing you into your own climax. Your servo on Bee's spike brings him over the edge too, painting the side of your face.

Bee is the first one to scoop you up and before you know it, you're cuddling with three mechs in one of their berths that is just small enough to force everyone up against each other. You know that you have the best spot.

[fertilealien]

A Little Help - Cygate PnP

WOO, here it is! This fic started out as like 6 paragraphs that I wrote at 3 AM, and turned into about 4000 words of A) Whirl making an ASS out of U and ME (or rather himself and Tailgate) and B) goofy plug-and-play interface fluff. folks may or may not be 100 percent IC, but the point of this was cute goofy plug-and-play and THAT’S WHAT YOU GET!

Contents: Cygate, Whirl being Whirly, confident Tailgate, comedic misunderstanding, plug and play interfacing, fingering (just trust me ok), fluff

thanks to Ziek for beta-ing on this for me! also constructive criticism is welcome, as this is my first time writing PnP! Enjoy! <3

“I just gotta know,” Whirl said, head shaking but only slightly, not enough to break his gaze from his subject. Across the tables at Swerve’s, towards the darker edge of the room but not so dark as to be unwelcoming, Cyclonus and Tailgate sat – together, as a pair, not talking but comfortable in each other’s company. The reason why was clear enough, had been clear for the past few weeks, as on the tabletop Cyclonus gently rubbed his thumb over the little white servo in his grasp.

“Whirl, it’s none of your business,” Swerve said, nervousness tingeing his voice as he kept cleaning the already-clean glasses in his servos. “And it’s none of my business either, so really, can we please just talk about something other than the mechanics of how those two might clang?”

“I’m done with talkin’,” Whirl replied almost dismissively, still not looking away from the pair in the dimly lit corner.

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[primusno]

Has fucked up head cannons. Draws them

Cries.