|| Something I wrote at work to keep me occupied during my limited down time! ||
🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞
Trailbreaker:
- is more talking at you than to you and leans into call and response
- loves it when either one of you does it
- praising him builds his self-esteem
- guilty of whispering dirty in your ear during and pressing kisses in between
- always groans and moans and loves saying your name
- lots of leading questions that are just thinly veiled reassurance for himself
- swears so much
- accidentally discovered daddy kink and has not looked back since
Hound:
- talks to you and guides you
- spews praise like it’s his full time job
- doesn’t need you to say anything unless you want to
- is a little into having you begging and folds to your every whim
- likes the word "please" a lot
- tells you all sorts of sweet things and talks you up
- keeps his voice low and even and sometimes sounds like he's talking to a pet (unintentional)
- coos a lot
- using him and saying "I love you" while you call him dirty names/tease him makes him feral
- Likes talking after the event
Bluestreak:
- tries to talk to you about how good he’s feeling
- almost talks like he's not fucking and is trying to hold a conversation
- likes when you talk back but hardly expects it
- needs praise and is almost the only way to get him to focus on himself
- says your name when he finishes almost every single time and will hold your hand during
- very playful and fun about it needs to keep it that way or he will fall apart
- a silent and serious Bluestreak is a bad sign
- emotional sometimes and likes comfort afterwards
- wants to belong to you and to be told he did good
Swerve:
- running commentary and babbling
- narrates how good it feels and asks lots of questions
- begs and whines but sometimes has a teasing streak
- says your name so much throughout and especially if what you’re doing to him feels good
- always jokes afterwards (and sometimes during)
- is second loudest next to Trailbreaker, but talks the most above Bluestreak
- can bully and praise, but bullying is only if he's feeling confident that what he's doing feels good for you
- taunts you and likes being taunted (just not too much or too mean. He'll take it personal)
- be submissive and give him power and he is over the moon
Rodimus:
- role play
- likes it when you play along with whatever he’s got going on, especially if it's raunchy or suggestive
- whispering in your ear is common
- likes to beg and likes to be begged
- likes to bully and be bullied (but not too far)
- feigns ignorance when he's seducing you
- tells you what he wants when he wants it
- likes to order you around and hands out dirty names and praise like it's candy if you follow through
- likes dirty names
- call him "captain" and he loses it
- says the words "my”, “mine", and "your(s)" a lot
- likes the idea of belonging to someone
- praise sends him to the allspark always
NOTE: All of them go crazy when you say their name in bed! Only do that if you want to not be able to walk the next morning!
Pretty in the Moonlight [Hound x AFAB Reader] ~ Word Count: 1,956
WARNING MINORS DNI NSFT -> pwp, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v, dacryphilia, finger sucking, size kink, xenophilia/alien f-ing, spit, using spit as lube, brat taming, dumification, multiple orgasms, mating press, outdoor s-x, mentions of skinny-dipping
You were stripped naked, splayed across a blanket, the stars above your only witness. They suddenly winked out as a dark form loomed over you, blocking them. Hound’s optics glowed with hunger, raking up and down your nude form. His intense stare left you feeling even more bare, almost making you want to cover yourself up, but he quickly descended on you. All thoughts of hiding yourself left your mind as your lover touched you. Frame hovering over yours, Hound’s thumbs found your nipples, gliding over the sensitive buds. As you arched your back at the stimulation, Hound took the opportunity to shift his hands to cage your upper body in them. He really was so much bigger than you. You groaned at that thought, intoxicated by the idea of sex with a giant alien.
“Feeling loud tonight, Kitten,” Hound murmured in the space between you two as he tweaked your nipples, making you moan again. Biting your lip, you stared up at him, feigning bashfulness as you nodded slowly. “In that case,” Hound lifted a finger to your lips, and before you could fully comprehend what was happening, he pushed the digit into your mouth. “Suck,” he instructed next to your ear lowly, “put that mouth to use.” Obeying you began sucking his finger enthusiastically, causing Hound’s optics to flicker momentarily. He watched intently as your head bobbed on his finger, cheeks hollowing and spit accumulating. After a while, his fans kicked on, and you were aware of the heat radiating off him, creating a sheen of sweat on yourself.
Running your tongue along the underside of his finger, mimicking a maneuver you know he loved somewhere else, finally elicited a grunt from Hound. He loved to play Dom, but you knew he was secretly putty in your hands. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his digit, causing Hound to pull his finger from your mouth with a pop. Spit shone on it, a thin strand roping back to your lips snapped as he leaned back. “Naughty,” he simply chided, spreading your legs with his other hand.
“I was just doing what you asked,” you looked up at him innocently, batting your eyelashes.
“With whore-ish enthusiasm,” his spit-soaked finger swiped in between your folds, making your hips waver and voice falter. Gliding over your slit again, Hound paused with a triumphant smirk before swirling over your sweet bud. You threw your head back, mouth hanging wide in quiet whines as the mech began circling your clit at a steadier pace. “Feel good, Kitten?”
“Yes,” you mouthed, unable to muster anything louder. He knew he had you right where he wanted you. Hound pulled his finger back slightly, your hips following it, which made him suck in a sharp breath. What a sight.
“Patience,” Hound husked at you, as he leaned down to spit on his fingers. His thumb replaced his finger, picking up an even pace on your clit, as the original finger slipped in between your folds. Fisting the blanket that had been laid down for you, you revelled in the feeling of his finger entering you inch by inch. It stretched you so deliciously, reminding you just how much bigger he was than you. A single finger could fill you.
Once fully sheathed inside you, Hound curled his finger in a come-hither motion, once, then twice, before pumping painfully slow. He bottomed out inside you, before almost pulling all the way out, and pumping back in. The pace was slow, but he was using every inch of his damn finger to fill you. You felt the need to snap your legs closed at his teasing strokes, but found yourself blubbering pleas instead. “Hound, faster, please, harder.” Shaking his head, he continued his pace, making you squirm, desperate for any type of further stimulation.
“No,” he hummed in response as he placed a hand on your lower stomach to hold your hips still. You were now pinned against the ground below you, making you once again realize how much bigger and stronger he was. He could easily have his way with you. He practically was having his way with you right now. Finger flicking deep within you at a tantalizing pace, as he held you right where he wanted you. You were like a doll to him; his little sex doll.
That thought had you suddenly, and without warning, falling over the edge. Your hips bucked against his hand, back arching you off the ground as you cried out for him. The whole time, Hound continued his steady pace; pump, flick, pump, flick. Gratefully, riding out your high on his fingers, you babbled more words at him (mostly his name) before stilling. Letting out a heavy breath, as you became aware of your sweat-slicked body, you thought you were ready for a nap. However, you dimly realized, he was not done with you yet; he was still moving inside you.
Hound rolled his finger, your slick spilling out of your hole, which he grinned lopsidely at. With a keen, you clenched your thighs around his wrist, causing him to tsk. “Don’t go getting shy on me,” he chuckled, as he spread your legs again. Lowering his face to your leaking hole, his glossa darted out to taste your cum, lapping it from between your folds. He quickly set to work, pumping his fingers more enthusiastically, so more of your slick spilled out for him to lap up. This lit a fire within you, making you crave the second orgasm you originally didn’t think you had.
Soon, he was pounding into you at an electric pace, curling his finger now and then to make your juices slide onto his waiting tongue. Humming at the taste, he pulled his finger from you altogether, his tongue diving deep into you to replace it. The hum from him sent a shock of pleasure through your core, and you could feel yourself now racing towards that edge again, so sensitive after your first. Meanwhile, Hound was sucking on your clit and folds, licking at them like a dying man; pulling every last drop of your previous orgasm from them, revelling in your taste. His mouth wandered up to your clit, rolling over it before clamping down lightly. Eyes blown wide, you glanced down your body at Hound. “Don’t stop, close.” Bobbing his head further into you, Hound wrapped his lips harder around your bud, repeating the motion.
Grabbing the sides of his helm, you nodded your head blindly in reassurance as you ground down into him, stimulating yourself on his tongue and faceplate. You were right on the edge, the coil within you so close to snapping, when suddenly Hound nipped at your clit, and that’s all it took. Tumbling over the edge again, your body quivered, gutteral sounds of pleasure leaking from your lips.
This second orgasm left you dumb, your brain unable to think. You were drowning in pleasure. Hound pulled back from you with a devilish smile, his faceplate gleaming with your juices. You heard the shift of his modesty plate moving, followed by the sound of his pressurized spike finally springing free. He pumped himself feverishly with his hand as he mass-displaced down to a more manageable size. “What a pretty thing,” Hound mumbled to himself at the sight of your fucked out form spread across the blanket. The moonlight made your skin glow, and the slick between your thighs glisten; a sight he couldn’t resist jacking himself off a few times to. You huffed tiredly as he grabbed one of your ankles, placing himself closer in between your legs so you could feel his spike against your thigh. “Just let me finish, Kitten, then we’ll take a dip in the river to clean up.”
Looking up, you knew you’d do anything for him, so you nodded. That was all he needed before lining himself up and sliding home with one deep thrust that left you both groaning out. You could see the pleasure flicker in his optics, as a third fire lit in your stomach almost painfully. Hound started thrusting into you at a brutal pace, clearly pent up after witnessing your two orgasms. Your poor puffy pussy quivered around him, as your eyes stung with unshed tears.
Hound fucked into you primally, making your unshed tears brim higher and higher. You blinked, trying to dispel them. The pace was so fast. His metal hips slapping against your fleshy ones stung, tangling with your pleasure in an almost masochistic way. It was almost too much; it was going to be too much if he kept it up. But Hound didn’t seem to care as he wrapped his hands around your hips, using them to pull you down on him harder. Reaching deeper inside you, he threw back his helm towards the sky, with a gratified grunt.
This action had the tip of his spike brushing against that sweet bundle of nerves within you. Your tears brimmed over, spilling down your cheeks. When he looked back down again at you, he noticed the tears sliding down your cheeks, and his hips stuttered. Fans kicking higher, you watched his optics cycle, focusing intensely on your face. “So good I made you cry,” Hound beamed down at you, thrusting harshly as a punctuation.
“Yes, yes, yes,” you sobbed at him, nodding manically. The confirmation was all he needed before throwing your other ankle onto his shoulder, pressing you in between him and the ground. Somehow, he found a way to make his already gruelling pace faster. This new angle had his cock slamming into your G-spot. Tears poured down your cheeks as your thighs shook uncontrollably. You were once again at his will, his body pinning you as his hands moved your hips to keep time with his thrusts.
“You’re so sweet, Kitten,” Hound gritted out, clearly close and losing his composure. “So soft, and warm.” He petted your wet cheek soothingly, before lowering the hand between you two to find your clit once again. He found it, flicking enthusiastically, as his thrusts began to stutter. “Cum for me,” he hushed out, and that was all you needed. Clenching around him, you grabbed blindly at his frame as you cried harder, mouth sobbing out for him. The sight of you, accompanied by the clench of you around him, brought Hound to his own overload. Spilling himself deep inside of you, hips stuttering primally to fuck it deeper. His vocalizer turned to static and his optics flickered off altogether for a a handful of seconds as the last of his transfluid spilled inside you.
You both stilled, the only sound was your heart hammering in your ears over the sound of his fans working overtime. Slowly, you came to your senses, ankles lowering off of Hound’s shoulders as his optics flicked back on. He smiled down at you as he slowly slipped out of your hole, a mix of your own cum and his transfluid spilling out after him. The sight almost made his spike pressurize again, but he knew you were at your limit, so he coached himself. Instead, he settled his frame next to you, trying to pull you to him for cuddles.
“Too hot,” you whined, smacking him half-heartedly until he stopped dragging you towards him. Hound mentally kicked himself; the loud whir of his fans was just now clarifying in his audials. Duh, Hound, of course you’re too hot. He finally settled on rubbing your back as you dozed off, completely fucked out, in the moonlight. The sight of you was enough to fuel his mind with fantasies of what would happen when you awoke… skinny-dipping sounded like a lot of fun.
A/N: I wrote this for @barbra-annbunny but hope others enjoy as well. Also anyone can feel free to pop in my ask box to ask for a part two or stuff for another bot. Really any asks for any tf bot/con is acceptable.
|| So glad I could finally post some smut for this guy, and just in time for Valentine's Day!! This one's for you @hoiststowline! For making me fall in love with this green to-good-for-this-world mech! Thanks a bunches!! ||
🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞
"Oh, darlin’ you look so beautiful like this, and you’re taking my spike so well. Just a little more, can you do that for me?”
With Hound's gentle coaching you slide farther and farther down his spike and the stretch is almost too much. Each node rubs and presses against your walls just so, and you can't help the pleasured haze that falls over your mind. It's just the way you imagined taking him would feel like. All those nights of him dancing through your mind couldn't compare to having him finally inside you to ease that dull, persisting ache.
“That's what I like to see,” Hound purrs when you finally bottom out. He gives you plenty of time to adjust while a servo lazily circles your clit, hoping to stimulate you to make more lubricant. It can't be easy taking all of him, even with the prep he put you through and the mass displacement.
“Hold on now, I'm going to start moving.”
Hound effortlessly lifts you up his spike before gently bringing you back down again slowly, very, very slowly. He's not sure what he'd do if he actually hurt you so he's sure to keep a close watch on your face for any signs of discomfort. All you can do is whimper and mewl as he keeps an even pace.
Eventually those noises break away to deep, pleasured hums and groans.
“Is this good?”
Your head falls back in response as he slowly lets you take control back to bounce on him, your pace spryer than his. Still his servos never fully leave you, cupping your thighs to support you.
“I'll take that as a yes,” Hound struggles to keep his vocalizer even. You're just too damn pretty using his spike like you are. Light sweat covers your skin, and your eyes are heavy lidded and glazed over as if in a daze; You're so blissed out, and he can't believe that he's the one making you feel like that. Can't believe that you'd share something so intimate with him as your bare body. It's sweet.
Your head is empty as you brace yourself on his chassis to change the pace from restless bouncing to hedonistic grinding. Every part of you wants to touch every part of him and your undulations connect your bodies just right, keep that knot in your abdomen tight in all the right ways, that you hardly register all the moaning and groaning you’re doing. With your head so far away, you barely hear Hound's encouragement.
“How’s a mech supposed to last with you making noises like that?” he laughs. That gentle sound as he rearranges your insides has you seeing stars, and you look at him like he put the sun in the sky. How that love snared look will forever be burned into his processor.
“Keep sayin’ my name like that and I'm going to overload, darlin’,” he vents almost in warning, or maybe in a soft threat. This was supposed to be a gentle love affair. His and your first time without the holomatter avatar was meant to be sweet and slow, but the way things are looking now, with how you're chanting his name and begging him not to stop, it makes it hard to not roll you both over so he can show you all that he can do.
"Oh, you sound so sweet," I could spark you right now!
That last part he'd never say out loud. At least not until much later in the relationship if you'd ever have that conversation with him.
Focus Hound. This isn't about you, right now. They need you to take care of them!
Deep in thought he almost misses the faint tremor of your insides before you curl in on yourself and your walls clamp down hard on his spike.
"I know, sweetspark" Hound coos when your orgasms finally crashes over you. "Just ride it out, now. There we go, you're doin' great, love!"
His servos glide over your sides and down your thighs and back to soothe your trembling body. Each wave that shoots through you, that has you trembling against his frame, becomes that much more blissful with his servos all over you. He keeps you close to him as he rolls his hips softly up into you. Over and over until he gently overloads into your core with a groan of your name.
"I bet that feels better now, doesn’t it?"
You dumbly nod your head where it rests against his chassis.
So, I know everyone is all convinced that Rodimus is the one to get freaky in his alt mode, but we've forgotten about Swerve and Hound in this.
It is canon that Hound would like to be human. He would totes do his human in the backseat of his alt mode while they're on a hiking/sigh-seeing date. Hands down, he would do it.
Swerve might be the one to take his partner to a drive-in and get freaky in the back of the truck bed under some blankets, praying he doesn't get caught.
Swerve and Hound are also probably guilty of trying to double-team their human significants between their bot modes and their holomatter avatars.
I know these might seem far-fetched, but I have my reasons!!!
|| A little something from the depths of my drafts! Riding Hound's servo while he pumps himself and kisses you and tells you how much he loves you. ||
Makin' Do: Hound X Reader SMUT
🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞
"You know I love you, darlin'. Love when you're whinin' like that. Love making you overload. You're just so damn beautiful, I can't help myself," he grunts out as he twirls a servo around his own anterior node. His optics never leave your body the entire time you ride his fingers.
Hound knows you want to ride his spike but mass displacement takes too much energon and he can't justify to the others the extra need for it without them prying, so this will have to suffice. Damn this war, damn the lack of energon, damn those decepticons! But he can't help the thought that if this war had never happened, he would've never met you. He can't think beyond what's happening right now anyway, not when you reach for him to bring his face closer to you. Your little hands so soft and light against his helm as you bring him in for a longing kiss. He lets his optics shutter closed at the contact and he swallows the moans that rush from your mouth. This isn't about all that right now. Its about you and him and making each other feel good; it's about getting away from all that and just getting lost in each other.
Your soft body constricts on his servo when he slips it inside of you and he imagines what it'd be like if it were his throbbing spike. Hound strokes his leaking valve in time with your hopeless grinding, and he knows that while it's nothing like the real thing it's what he can get and only a taste of what you want to give him.
