#guzzle

[robot9dog]

[howgalling]

wreckers part two!!

[transformers-comics]

Last Stand of the Wreckers #4 (2010)

written by Nick Roche & James Roberts art by Nick Roche, Guido Guidi, Andrew Griffith, & Josh Burcham

[etherealpenumbra]

the last stand of the wreckers gang!!!

colorless line art under the cut

[timecase]

Behold! Wrecars! Took a while for me to post them but here they are. (Yes I know Arcee, Prowl, and Kup technically aren't Wreckers but shhh) (they're in SOTW so they're in here)

Additional poor quality doodles

[dailyspringer]

sins of the wreckers #2

[hoiststowline]

Hi! This is my first time requesting and I really love your work !! Could I req some romantic fluff with Guzzle (lsotw) please? Have a nice day!

_guzzle x reader

there's some sort of tension that had wedged it's way between the two of you, and you swear you've caught his optic twitch three times in the span of the last two minutes. you've tried to label it, but every time your mouth opens to question the silence, he hugs you just an ounce tighter, unimpressed by your attempt to reason.

"Are you-?" you start, palms splayed out atop the table at your front, practically being held hostage as Guzzle holds you from behind.

without hesitation, he rumbles a clearly terse: "No."

"You don't even know what I was going to ask." you return, looking to pick up some banter, or any conversation at all, but he doesn't sound overly interested in doing so.

"Ah do." he insists, but then his gaze flits to the bandage that's wrapped around your hand, and the rest of his words die in his throat.

you frown, twisting in his hold that he won't seem to let up on, trying to face him. "What's gotten into you? What's wrong?"

ever since you'd arrived, he'd been acting very strange. not his typical raspy and bearish demeanor, but a stuffy stoicism you'd never seen him dressed in. Guzzle hadn't let your feet touch the ground either, gathering your in his arms and retreating to the common room for some sort of solitude.

"I dunno." but the way he says it, he definitely knows. "What about that thing on yer hand?"

you in turn freeze, and Guzzle knows he's trapped you right where he wanted you.

"What about it?" you try, slowly attempting to slip the mentioned hand off the table, but instead his free servo reaches over to grasp it gently, stopping you in your tracks.

"How'd that happen?"

you'd honestly forgotten about it, as it really hadn't been painful since the initial mishap. that was days ago, and you suppose you hadn't seen Guzzle in between the occurrence, so this sight was news to him. the wrapping now was just precautionary, to ensure it healed well and was covered from any outside factors.

sure, you neglected to tell him when it happened. it wasn't necessarily a major topic of discussion, but you suppose it was the first time he's seen you any more injured than a paper cut.

"It's from days ago." you mumble, body losing it's rigidity as his digit begins running over the back of your hand, cautious to avoid the injury.

he hums disapprovingly from above you, not hiding his frustration. "That didn't answer my question."

Guzzle stiffens when you slip your hand free, raising your arm straight in the air as it stops right in front of his face-plate. "It's fine." you insist, trying to turn around once more to look up at him. "If you kiss it, it'll feel better."

you don't expect him to comply, partially due to his annoyance in reference to you hiding it from him, but he's seemingly full of surprises. without missing a beat, the same servo reaches up to engulf yours, simultaneous to the way his face-shield slides over with a automated thunk.

his peck is feather light, overly cautious and benign. a rosy shade overtakes your cheeks immediately, quickly spinning back around to try and avoid the tease that you could watch building on his tongue.

"Does it feel better, then?" he huffs, but there's an amused smile on his face, not quite ready to let go of your hand just yet.

"Yeah, it does." you mumble, but your breath hitches as he begins leaving a trail of kisses down the length of your arm. the servo that rests on your stomach tugs you closer, Guzzle bending to your shoulder once he reached the end of your arm.

"Still not goin' to tell me how you got it?" he speaks into your skin, touch somewhere between chilly and warm.

when you shake your head no, searching to be defiant if only to not trouble him further, he doesn't relent. he sticks his nose in the crook of your neck, kissing over your shoulder blades.

"I guess we'll be here a while then."

[a/n: hi!! thank you so much anon!! this was sm fun, thank you for requesting!! 💞💞]

[rodi-16]

Sins of the Wreckers Guzzle?

Hmm... I'm not at Sins of the Wreckers yet however I do have some panels of Guzzle from Last stand of the Wreckers. Normally I would skip ahead... but good lord does sins of the wreckers always have me leaving with panel. Sooo I hope these panels of him from Last stand of the Wreckers work instead, I hope you enjoy and thanks for sending this in!