#mtmte windblade

[eclipseast]

Windblade on Lycoris

It's a redraw!

Enjoy! ;)

[missiva12]

Quick ink sketches. Windblade and Ayash.

!Not pairing!

Just random drawings of characters.

[rawmeknockout]

can we get bot reader sucking strap worn by character of your choice?

The way you lavish the false spike with your glossa, reverence in every motion of your mouth, has Windblade rocking her hips up involuntarily. You make her feel so inexperienced, too eager to see every vulnerable side of you. She knows she must be gaping like a fish, ogling you like some revved up greenhorn, but she can hardly focus on herself when you make such a sensual sight.

The sight of you with your mouth open, plush lips wrapped around shiny silicone, makes her want to give you everything. Anything you could ask for, as long as you will let her see you this way again. Optics dim, focused on the spike in front of you, delicate servos stroking slow and idle, the curve of your body settled between her spread legs. If her servos weren’t buried tight into the berth under her, Windblade would be tempted to fuck your intake.

She’s not so out of control, though.

[sirgawainofgalifrey]

Oh boy howdy I must be 5 years old emotionally or something because I saw this at the dollar store and went balistic

We have the queens

The waves

Father and son

Grimlock, always a win

And this douche

And I have enough Autobot and deception badges to restart the civil war

The 5 year old within me is appeased.

[missiva12]

Well, I made a couple more sketches before the start of the academic semester (Save I don't want to study). Khm. I can't rank such a cute bun. And Windlebait and Magnus are honestly my favorites 💞

[rawmeknockout]

hiii can i request some hot windblade on bot reader action?? with windblade on top? 👀

She feels her plating prickle with heat and charge the minute her optics see you. It's not like she doesn't know your relationship to Starscream, all the horrible things you have probably done for him, but your frame is just so... tantalizing. Windblade can't hardly help the way her optics roll over you from helm to pede, and it makes her feel like a newbuild gawking at a dirty magazine. Primus, she must look impossibly juvenile.

Her legs are moving with practiced grace before she can stop herself, not even knowing how to open a conversation with you. Does she want a conversation with you? Her spark thrums at the thought, but her processor is telling her that getting involved with you will only lead back to Starscream. If you... If you are reciprocal to whatever is running through her lines, it will almost certainly reach Starscream's audials. She can't even stand to think of the shame in that.

But you catch her approaching before she can think to change course, your optics half-lidded and dim, but there's a slow grin that stretches across your faceplate. Oh, that lazy, worn expression would look good upon her berth. Your helm cocks back just slightly to appraise her, your optics overtly darting down her frame as she speaks. If it were any other situation, any other mech, Windblade would wipe that smile off your face. Instead, she leans in just slightly closer as if to keep your conversation private.

The whirlwind of exchanged pleasantries, her witty retorts, your rolling laughter, has led to you bent over the balcony railing as she pistons into you with a reckless and uncalculated rhythm. You two are just behind the heavy velvet curtains pulled aside from the glass doors, but, Primus, anyone could walk just a hair too close and see you. She fucks you harder at the thought of you caught under her, denta clenched around your fist, knee-joints shaking to keep you from buckling. You throw a glance over your pauldron at her, those same worn optics have a spark of fire in them, and you let your fist go only to give her an open-mouthed grin. As if you're just two old friends having fun.

She winds her servo around your neck, not to squeeze, but to haul you back enough to press sloppy, wet kisses to the corner of your smiling lips.

[rawmeknockout]

im a simple human: i want to get rawed by starscream while windblade sits on my face is that too much to ask

How did Starscream talk you into this? You feel like you're drowning, swimming in too much sensation for one mech, as the two seekers take what they are all too desperate for.

Ah, yes. Just as usual, your conjunx had used his silver glossa and gentle servos to ease you into the idea. Not that you hadn't thought about it before. The idea of him and Windblade actually agreeing on something, though, still felt wrong for some reason. You wanted to help them get along for once. If this could open a bridge to communication, well... It would be worth it. That's what this is for. Diplomacy. You want nothing more than to help Starscream.

Starscream's spike knocks alive nodes that have lived neglected far in the back of your valve, lighting up your sensornet. When was the last time you were able to be alone with him? Too long. It's been far too long and you're so sensitive to the way he fills you with his transfluid again and again. Each time you think he's worn himself out, but Starscream always has more stamina than you give him credit for. He feels like he's almost in your gestation chamber, the spike on his newest frame so much larger than you remember it being. He uses his 'superior' frame, turbines pushing him harder and faster into you, and nearly knocks you offline with every overload.

Windblade seems to be faring much worse than him, but she won't be shown up by Starscream. Even this feels like a battleground, as she rocks down on your welcoming glossa. Your lips wrap around her node before you move back to clumsily lapping at her twinkling biolights. She's clearly overstimulated, fans whining with the effort to cool her systems in this overheated space, but Windblade keeps her servos firm on your helm and continues to meet your mouth with desperate bucking. She's so beautiful like this, mouth open and panting but optics set with a hunger you've never seen from her. It looks good on a femme like her.

Who is going to finally cave first? You feel like it must be you to end this truce, but... The ravenous part of you isn't ready for that yet. You want so much more from them and they are just giving it to you, so unaware in their unspoken competition that you are nearly consuming them whole.

[rawmeknockout]

Female reader massaging windblade's wings

//comes out of hibernation to post lesbians//

Windblade stretches back on your shared berth with a loud, exhausted moan, metallic pops of gears and plates shifting into place. She faces away from you at the head of the berth, taking her time stretching her arms over her head before leaning elegantly down to reach towards her pedes.

At some point you stop paying attention to what the report on your datapad says and eye up your girlfriend like a hungry falcon. When were you two in the same room long enough to put your hands on each other nowadays? She was always busy with the needs of others, and you were chasing promotion after promotion to be able to stay in deep space with her.

“Starscream could not be more of a pain than he was today,” You don’t need to see her face to tell it’s pinched with distaste, strong brow furrowed above her steely, robotic eyes. “There’s no way of talking sense to him. It’s like caring about anyone is an impossible language for him!”

Windblade was off in her own little worrisome world, not feeling for the slightest dip of the berth as you shuffled down to the foot to be near her. You caught her completely by surprise when your small, nimble fingers pressed deep into the seams of her armor where it connected at her wings, startling a harsh gasp out of her.

“Sounds like you need a break. Take a load off. We can talk later,” To make your point clear, you press around the sensitive wiring at her wing joint. Even with the slight give of the delicate wires and protoform beneath, you can feel the strength of her build from just her back. Your hands skim across the top edges of her armored wings, the pads of your fingers catching along the long seams there and brushing through her complex circuitry. It’s may be just a few moments, but you feel her go slack and lean forward in relief. All her tension melts away under your fingertips, only your tiny, crushable body stopping her from toppling backwards on top of you.

You pull your fingers away slowly and carefully, trying not to stir her from her relaxed trance.

“Wait, that’s it?” Windblade perks up quickly to look back at you, more surprise than dejection on her face. “Not to push, but I was sure that was just foreplay.”

“I wouldn’t say no if you want to mess around, but I just wanted to help my girlfriend relax a bit.” You say it gently and sweetly, not putting pressure on Windblade for any more of her energy today. “You’re so worn out I expected you to fall asleep honestly.”

“Ah, but backmassages for Seekers are so much more,” Windblade explains before tipping you backwards onto the berth, servos pushing apart your thighs to make room for her. “I need you more than you know.”

You let a giddy grin split across your lips and spread apart your arms for her to dive into you, which she readily accepts.