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I know it was just posted but can we get more human pets with the transformers? And maybe some valveplug/spice with it to?

Of course ♥️ I was going to do some headcanons but here’s a whole ass novel I was possesssed to write lol. Sorry it’s a bit of a text wall, tumblr wasn’t happy with the length. You didn’t specify any bot in particular so I hope it’s okay I went with Sides (he asked nicely for attention :3)

Sideswipe x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, very questionable morals, heavy Sunny judgement

You scowl as it comes up to the desk, crouching to smile down at you, wiggling a finger. You roll your eyes, twisting to sit facing the opposite side, now staring at the wall. The big robot makes the same noise over and over, the one that had become annoying familiar now. You hesitated to even call it a language. A mix of clicks, glitches, revs, and warbling. Most often, though, it made that same rumbling purr. One that reminded you of the drone of a heavy engine, or a purring of a cat. Huffing, you hesitate before twisting around to glare at it again. Its face lights up, weird teeth on display and the noise grows louder. You study it just like it seems to be studying you. Its face looks metallic and hard but somehow it emotes and expresses itself in an uncanny familiar way. Its body is plated in gaudy red, dark mesh visible at joints and seams. Of course AI robots would be the thing to torture humans forever. Could have seen that coming, you guess.

You regret your decision when it seems to take your staring as an invitation. It reaches out, sliding the lid open and bends to look directly down at you. Its hand is in the tank, flat on the substrate and its fingers are curling as if to beckon you closer. You glare up at it, making a point of scooting further away from it. The hand is sliding towards you, still flat in invitation, until it’s prodding your thigh and you turn around, sticking your tongue out. It makes a chuffing sound, shoulders rising and falling. Laughing?

It doesn’t seem to matter anyway as the hand curls around you, hoisting you into the air. Now held right in front of its face, you watch its lips move as it seems to be cooing and talking to you. You feel queasy seeing what looks like a tongue and throat inside of its mouth. God, if this ends in robot vore you’re going to be so pissed. The sounds of the heavy doors sliding opens draws your attention and you kick and push with your legs, struggling to see who’s come in. You ignore the red one as it seems to panic, other hand cupping around you too as if you’re going to squirm out and splat like a hamster. Oh. It’s the gold one again. The same one that seems to live here too, sleeping at night on bed on the opposite side of the room to red. He’s leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and his voice is monotone and bored sounding. Red throws his head back, rolling his eyes and responds. Once the door slides shut, other robot gone, he lowers you back into the glass cage and slides the lid back into place. You pretend not to watch as he rushes around and gathers his things. He crouches again, waving a finger at you, that you pretend not to notice, before he’s leaving out the same door. You hold your middle fingers up at him as soon as his back is turned.

Sunny groans. They’re not even half way through the evening and his brother has spoken about nothing other than his weird flesh pet. He hadn’t even wanted that thing in their berth but had eventually agreed upon realisation that it would be the only way to stop Sides from whining about it constantly. If he’d known it would open him to a whole not pit of being shown photos, and videos, and forum posts all day he never would have agreed.

“And then today Revs tried to bite me when I changed the water. It’s was so cute.”

“Revs?” He vents.

“Yeah. She’s always making that little growling noise when I pick her up. Revs.”

He spots the bar up ahead and turns to his twin, about to ask who else will be there.

“Oh. I forgot to say, I’ve ordered some new stuff for her. I know I promised to keep everything to my side but maybe I could just use one of your desk drawers-“

“No.”

“But sunny I-“

“Primus Sides. I just want one night where I can go and have a drink and not hear about your weird little pocket primate. Drop it.”

He instantly feels a wash of guilt at his brother’s dejected look, his shoulders slumping and preds dragging as they enter.

“Look. Maybe try actually speaking to a a femme tonight. At least have a normal conversation with our friends. You need company. It’s not healthy to sit in your berth all day playing games and obssessing over an animal.”

Sides shakes his head but gives Sunny a thumbs up and they make their way over to the table, their friends calling to them and lifting their drinks.

There isn’t much to do when they leave. You did have a ball on the first day, until you had lined up your shot and booted it right at his face. Turns out your coordination was fine and dandy. He’d come back wearing a covering on the eye you’d nailed with it. You’d tried not to feel guilty when he’d come over, smiling and waving at you as soon as he returned. Now, you found yourself sleeping when you could and when you found yourself alone, you masturbated furiously. Chasing any and all dopamine and endorphins you could. Seems like that’s what you’ll be doing tonight, you guess.

They come back some hours later and you whine as the room lights up, waking you. You’d cum 3 times before getting bored and falling asleep curled up in your blanket nest. You wince at the feeling of your half dried fluids, sticking to your mound and thighs. It’s not long before they’re both in their respective beds, lights out once more. You sigh, staring at the ceiling, unable to get back to sleep. A noise catches your attention and your head lolls to the side. It’s red. His back is turned to you but the low glow of its headlight eyes lights its frame enough for you to see him moving. You sit up, squinting in the dark, leaning forward to see what he’s doing. You can barely make out an arm moving rhythmically and straining to listen, you pick up on low grunting clicks leaving its mouth Your face flushes when it pieces together.

He- yes ok definitely a he - is jerking off and you’re watching like a freak. You flip again on your back, but you can’t seem to fight your head from turning to keep watching. A depraved heat clenches around core, hypnotising your fingers down your chest, your stomach, your hips, and your mouth falls open when they spread you open and sinks into your sticky opening. It’s so wrong. So fucked. You’re definitely not into your stupid robot owner but you guess you’ll take what you can get after being branded as an involuntary celibate for so long. Whenever your eyes slide shut as you circle your clit and rock your fingers inside yourself, you snap them back open to watch him now rocking his hips along with the tugging of his arm. You call it morbid curiosity.

Eyes rolled back now, you’re so so close. You wonder if you’ll cum at the same time. You wonder why you even thought that. You don’t immediately notice when he stops. You do notice, however, when he pushes himself to sit up, legs on the floor and hand rubbing at his face. You rip your hand from yourself and want to cry. Of course you couldn’t even just have this. He makes that sound like a sigh and sits there for a moment and the sight of whatever you call the thing between his legs has your jaw slack. It’s giant and as alien as it is, you know a cock when you see one. You pull the blankets over yourself to hide, leaving a gap big enough to watch as he slumps towards the desk, his dick still at attention and swinging with each step. He rummages in one of the desk drawers, but stops before he can pull out whatever freaky toys he owns. Probably a industrial magnet, you bet. You hear him venting deeply. Once, then twice. You see his glowing eyes lift to your enclosure and you close your eyes, doing your best sleeping impression. The lid slides over and your act is foiled when a giant finger prods at you. A soft yelp escapes you in surprise and it falls to a growl when the blankets are tugged right off of you. He leans closer, face inside the cage, and vents again. You glower at him, cheeks burning, as you try to read his expression. His brows are furrowed, eyes filled with an intensity you haven’t seen before.

It should have been unsurprising really when he scoops you up, yet again. Holding you close. You wonder who the fuck plays with their hamster while rock solid downstairs, and the thought has your eyes flickering down to glance at it. It’s totally involuntary. What is surprising is what he’s making his way back to his metal slab of a bed and laying back down, on his back this time. You raise an eyebrow at him as he deposits you on his chest. He smiles, petting your head with a finger. You feel every deep inhale he’s taking, feel him holding it, then his chest falling as he releases it. You’ve never noticed him breathing before so it makes you consider how much about him you really know. Seems like the big guy really needs a lot of air after all. He’s being greedy with it. Acting like he’s trying to suck all the oxygen out of the room. The bastard. His finger moves to your side and you let out a gasp, then a giggle, body folding to the side when it jabs you right in the tickley part of your waist. His eyes widen in surprise at your reaction, mouth twisting into a soft smile. He lifts his other hand and does your other side, letting out his own version of a laugh as you contort the other way, giggling and batting at the finger. You want to be angry, but honestly it’s been so long since you’ve been touched that it’s feeding the starving pit inside of you that’s been eating you alive. Always so lonely. His finger moves and pokes on your chest, pushing you to lean back. You do so, hands behind to prop yourself up, and legs in front. His fingers prod again but he’s at your feet and your toes curl, cursing internally at him finding yet another tickley place, hoping this won’t be your new torture. He seems to stare at your toes as they flex and curl, a softness lighting up his his face. Prodding at you again, he’s trying to get you to lift your legs. You refuse to move them, giving him a withering look. He gives you the most pathetic desperate face in return and you roll your eyes, spreading your legs and bending them on either side of you. You refuse to look at him as the air hits your slit, missing the way his eyes zero straight onto this new part of you. You consider that he’s completely clueless to your anatomy. Probably just curious and bored. The thought melts from you as a giant, warm metal finger prods at your cunt and you jump. He coos, petting your head to soothe you until you slump and relax again and he tries again.

Using both his fingers, he’s trying to spread you open, leaning his head forward trying to get a closer view. They’re too bulky to be able to do the job though, and you see his brow knitted in concentration as he keeps trying. Fuck it. You shoo his fingers away and before he can go back to trying to placate you, thinking you’re scared, you use your own hand and spread your lips, exposing your opening. You want to hate the hunger he stares at it with, but instead it has your walls fluttering around air. How long has it been since anyone’s looked at you like that? You thought nobody ever would again. Watching him watching you, you bite your lip and sink a finger inside, jumping when he lets out a rumble. You slide it back out, smiling as you bring it to to your mouth. Slowing, making sure you make a show it, you lick your tongue along the digit before sliding it into your mouth and suckle your juices from it. Faster than you can process, he’s got you in his palm again and he’s bringing you up to his face. He drops you on his mouth and suddenly the horror of robot vore is back at the forefront of your mind but instead of opening it and letting you tumble inside, he cracks it enough to stick out a tongue. His fingers tugging you down at the hips is all the encouragement you need as you lower yourself against it and begin to rock your hips. He lets out another rumble and you are thankful you’re facing down him as you watch his hand find his cock, wrapping around it and pumping. Closer now, you can see more of it. There’s bundles of wiring intersecting along the shaft, dipping in and out. Along the length are also rows of little red lights, all pulsing on and off, glinting like a landing strip. The thing itself seems a mix of mesh seams and thin strips of metal plating. The tip is tapered like a hentai tentacle and, holy shit, you can’t stop staring. Riding harder against his tongue, your clit grinding against it with every tilt of your hips, you know it’s not going to take you long. It seems with the speed he’s fisting himself he’s having the same problem. He’s helping you along, wriggling his tongue and you let’s put a long keening whine as your hips jerk and shudder, squirting and drooling onto him, and it seems to be enough to send him over the edge too. His hips snap, thrusting up to his hand as he rides it out, blue fluids spurting from, and oozing down his length. You’re transfixed as you realise it has a faint glow to it in the dark. Your legs feel like wet noodles as you turn, looking back to find his eyes are closed, venting in quick bursts, tongue back in his mouth.

You’re wondering if this is how you’re going to spend the while night, sitting there on a giant robot face in the dark when his eyes snap back open and he’s scooping you up again in his palm. Carrying you downwards, towards that monster alien dick. The fact it’s still rock hard both horrifies and amazes you. He holds you near the base and it’s almost giving you vertigo to look up it. Your breath quickens when he brings his hand closer, worried he’s going to squash you with it but, with relief, you realise he’s simply cupping you against it. Your thighs are spread wide to straddle around it, and your hands come up to poke at one of those blinking lights. It twitches against you when you do and it makes you giggle. Growing bolder, your hand strokes along it until you meet wire. You tangle your fingers into them, feeling him shiver under you and you give a light tug. His hips thrust up at that, and his cock slides against the length of your entire body. The fluids coating it seems to make it slippery enough that it didn’t give you friction burn at least. Your other hand traces along him to and you gasp when he begins to rock his hips, using you in his hand like a human fleshlight. You tighten the grip of your thighs, tilting until your own cunt is pressed against him. He groans at the little whimpers and breathy noises leaving you as he slides you along his length. He knows he’s not going to last long again, head falling back.

He yells. You flinch at the noise. He’s staring up, frozen. You crane your own neck. The gold one is looming over him, staring with a horrified look, mouth slack.

Sunny grabs his wrist and pulls the hand holding you towards him, away from his spike. He doesn’t even fight, still frozen.

You squeal as you’re yanked up in a tight grip, and carried back to the desk. You’re all but flung back into your cage, the lid slammed with enough force to make you jump and cower as the gold bot is shouting, you presume at the red one. Whatever he’s saying sounds angry, as he jabs a finger at the other’s face. Red looks horrified and his hands are in the air in a surrender as he cringes, shrinking at the others words. The gold one throws his own hands up and he storms back to his own side, throwing himself with a clang onto his bed again. You turn to look at Red who looks embarrassed and dejected. He catches your gaze and gives you that little finger wave. You, for the first time, wave back. He gives a soft smile, almost guilty looking, and with that he lays back down, his back turned to you. Curling back into the nest of blankets, you try to slow your hammering heart. You sigh, back at square one. Awake and staring at the ceiling. And again, alone.

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