Transformers Autobots Characters Fully Committing To It Now (NSFW DRABBLES?)
Oh, frag.
A whole week—seven nights—of nothing but them pressing you into the berth, their frame caging yours, their voice thick and hungry as they push deep, again and again.
They’re relentless.
Every night, you start off with some strength—but by the end, you’re melting, your body wrecked, your voice nothing but soft, breathless whimpers as they fill you over and over until you can’t hold any more.
And the worst part?
You love it.
SMUT - you been warned
The characters are written down below are,, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Jazz, Ironhide, Sideswipe, Crosshairs, Drift, Hound and Hotrod.
Optimus Prime
Optimus tells himself he should pace it—but the moment he’s buried deep inside you, the moment he feels you clench so sweetly around him, his restraint snaps.
Every night, he ruins you.
His thrusts are deep, deliberate, his servos pinning your hips as he watches your expression twist with pure, blissful exhaustion.
By the third night, your body practically melts into his, too spent to do anything but take what he gives. And Primus, that just makes him want to keep going.
“You asked for this,” he growls, voice dark, lips tracing your heated skin. “Now, take it.”
Bumblebee
Bee started off teasing—but by night four, it’s no longer a game.
It’s a need.
He worships you, his servos gripping tight, his engine revving as he loses himself in the way your body takes him so perfectly.
Every night, you end up a whimpering mess beneath him, your body trembling, unable to move, too wrecked to do anything but let him fill you up again.
And frag, that only makes him want to keep going.
“You’re so fragging good for me,” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. “You still got another round in you, sweets?”
You always do.
Ratchet
Ratchet knew this was a bad idea—he knew you wouldn’t last the full week.
But Primus, you insisted.
And now?
Now, you’re spent, your frame wrecked, your voice no longer begging for more, but begging for a break—
But does he stop?
No.
His movements are slow, deliberate, his spark pulsing wildly as he watches you tremble beneath him, taking everything he gives you.
“You wanted this, love,” he rumbles, voice thick with possession. “So now, you’ll take it.”
And oh, you do.
Jazz
Jazz thought he’d be the one to tap out first.
He was wrong.
By the sixth night, you’re melting beneath him, your body weak, your voice a soft, breathless whimper as he fills you up again and again.
And Primus, he loves it.
“Too much, babe?” he teases, his smirk dark as he rolls his hips just right, making your whole frame shudder.
But the second you let out a broken moan—
Oh, frag.
He’s gone.
Ironhide
Ironhide warned you.
He told you a whole week would be too much.
But you insisted.
And now?
Now, you’re spent, your frame trembling, your voice a breathless whimper as he presses into you again, filling you completely.
He should stop. He should.
But frag, you’re so soft beneath him, so weak from taking him night after night—
And Primus, that only makes him want to keep going.
“You said a week,” he growls, voice dark as he thrusts deep. “So I’m gonna give you one.” his servos slide between the crevice behind her knees as he fold her nicely.
folding her knees to touch her shoulder plates as his hips snapped towards her valve.
Sideswipe
Sideswipe laughed when you first suggested it.
A whole week? There was no way you’d last that long.
But now?
Now, you’re melting under him, too wrecked to do anything but cling to his frame, letting him take what he needs.
And oh, he needs it.
“Aw, babe,” he chuckles, voice thick with hunger. “You’re so fragging wrecked, huh?”
And the second you let out a weak little whimper—
Oh, he’s not stopping now.
Crosshairs
Crosshairs should’ve known this would happen.
By the fourth night, you’re already spent, your frame trembling beneath him, your voice breathless as he fills you up again.
“You’re so fraggin’ soft now,” he murmurs, his servo sliding over your trembling frame. “Practically meltin’ for me.”
And frag, if that doesn’t make him want to wreck you all over again.
Drift
Drift had been gentle—at first.
But by night three, something inside him snaps.
You’re so soft beneath him, so pliant, your body trembling as you take everything he gives you—
And Primus, he needs more.
“You will endure,” he murmurs, voice thick with reverence, his movements slow but deep.
And oh, you do.
Each thrust send her though pleasure after pleasure, her whines make him increase each gentle thrust into more needy and hard ones, just by hearing her needy sounds made Drift himself snap.
But he shouldn't, not if they both have all week to continue on
Hound
Hound knew you’d be wrecked before the week was up.
But frag, did you look good like this.
Soft. Weak. Too spent to do anything but let him press you down, keeping you full all fraggin’ night.
And the way you melt for him?
Primus.
“You wanted this, sugar,” he rumbles, pressing a slow, deep thrust into you. “So now, you’re gonna take it.”
And frag, do you ever.
His large size makes her feel many things at once, the tight squeeze he feels when he would grind back in makes him full on shudder.
HotRod
Hot Rod thought he was the one in control.
He was wrong.
Because now, you’re so wrecked, so weak beneath him, your body trembling, your voice a soft, breathless whimper—
And frag, he needs to fill you up again.
He should stop. He should.
But with you this soft, this wrecked, he just can’t help but press a slow, deep thrust into you again.
“… Just one more,” he mutters, knowing damn well it won’t be.
And frag, do you let him.
notes - ahhh.. I suck at drawing transformers bots..
Transformers x reader fic idea... content warning for pregnancy and romantic undertones from the transformer (cybertronians are not immune to that pregnancy glow /j....... /hj, actually)
Okay, consider; some Autobot (or perhaps even a con) has to go undercover as a normal car for... whatever reason, so they situate themself in a car dealership to be bought up by someone. They don't have to wait too terribly long when you come through. You buy them, apparently looking for a relatively cheap car that's in good condition, and they fit the bill (they fit more than that, thank you very much, but they're undercover for a reason, so...). They don't really think much of you, at first. Compared to some of the other humans they've seen, you're actually... well, you look kind of rough? Tired, really, and your field is in absolute shambles. Weird and alien, but undeniably distressed. You're quiet, though, and don't really talk much about what has you so upset. Not that you would know there was someone to talk to, but they guess you're just not the type to talk to yourself.
(On your side of things, you had just gone through a bad breakup. I'm talking about a years-long relationship gone up in flames kind of deal, so you're going through it. And on top of that, not long after the breakup, your car had broken down and kicked the bucket, with absolutely no hope of repair. It felt like a kick in the teeth, when it happened, but thankfully you were financially stable enough to at least get a new car. The car itself is a little weird, sometimes you think you hear it running in the middle of the night, but when you go to check on it in the garage it's completely silent. Other times—well, every time, actually—when you get in the car you swear you feel something in the air. Not like air pressure, or even static, it's just... a push, of some kind. It's weird. But honestly your weird car has helped distract you from the worst of your depressive thoughts, so sometimes you find yourself just sitting there in the front seat. Maybe you're crazy, but it kind of feels like that weird... presence has gotten more comforting lately. It's probably just you getting used to the new car, though. That's what you keep telling yourself, at least.)
It's a little over a month of the earth calendar under your care, when the bot/con finds themself waiting totally-not-at-all nervously outside the hospital in the parking lot, waiting for you to come back out. The visit had been entirely unexpected. You had gotten into their alt mode that morning with something of a grim look on your face, and your field projecting an alarming amount of anxiety onto them. When you had pulled up to what they recognized as a human medical facility, they found themself unnervingly worried about you—a nervousness they may or may not have blamed on just being lingering remnants of your EM field's own anxiousness, depending on who this might be.
They can’t find any excuse to blame their alarm and worry on when they find you coming out of the hospital in tears, though. And when you climb into their alt mode's interior, the contact with you projects the absolute mess your field is in—an absolute blur of fear, dread, anger, sorrow, and regret assault them, and had they been in their bipedal form, they're almost positive the force of it all would have brought them to their knees. And all they can find within themself to do as they're near drowning in your emotions is to wonder what happened?
It's only when you place your hands to their steering wheel, your forehead laying alongside them, that they're able to detangle themself from you. Enough to at least think again. You're breathing heavily, shoulders shaking with your sobs. And despite themself, with whatever thoughts or reservations they may have with or against humans, they gently push their field onto you, doing their best to project comfort and safety onto you. Not the most socially acceptable thing to do, but really, who has to know? You clearly need it.
A few minutes later they watch as you pull yourself together, leaning back into the seat as you breathe, and a sense of something like conviction settles through your field. They still don't know what happened, but this is the most put together they've seen you in the entire time they've been with you.
After that, things began to change. It took a couple more weeks to really see the difference, but once noticed, it became hard not to. You've looked more put together; cleaner, with your hair brushed and a new set of clothing put on every day. You begin to eat more, and go out to sit in the sun. You look better, and there’s a stableness to your field that they hadn't realized wasn’t there before, too. It's... a little too hard to look away from you, sometimes. Your skin has more color too it—somehow looking softer than it already had before (not that anyone needs to know they've taken note of such a thing!)—and those alien eyes of yours seem brighter. You're more confident, standing taller now, and they can't seem to look away from that. From you.
They didn’t understand what had caused this change until an embarrassing amount of time passed, really. Not until you started buying items that detailed things on the care for human young, and when your abdomen began to grow and slowly round over time. That was when it hit them that, oh.
Oh.
You were carrying.
—
Just to fill in some of those blanks, in case anything was hard to understand:
Basically, after that first month with your new totally-not-a-alien car, you realize that you missed your period not once, but twice, and make a trip down to the hospital to confirm your fears/suspensions. You did notice that you missed it the first time, but you had just thought it was the stress from the breakup that made you skip the month (you were depressed and in denial). After that second month, though, you couldn’t help but panic. Symptoms were starting to pop up, and you had to know.
Low and behold, you were pregnant. Obviously, this caused a mandatory breakdown in your weird-vibes car (which, strangely, kind of felt like you were getting a hug the whole time? Weird). Once you pulled yourself together, though, you resolved to get your life together, promising yourself to do right by your baby. You began to take better care of yourself, and dove head first into learning about being a first-time single mother—absolutely terrifying, but you were willing to do it for your baby.
Of course, little did you know that you weren’t quite as alone as you initially thought you were, but that's a revelation for future you. (How does it happen? No clue lol)
Also, in case anyone was wondering, I lowkey had either Hotrod or Sideswipe in mind here—and maybe Jazz too? He might be the most fitting, actually—but anyone really is applicable here, if you have enough of an imagination to think up a situation that would get them undercover like this lol. In my head, they finally put two and two together and figure out that you're pregnant around the three month mark of the pregnancy, so you're showing juuuuuust a little bit. The baby books and other items where probably the real final push for realization to hit, though. After all, they have no idea how human bodies work, so I can’t imagine the physical change to be the real 'oh shit' moment. But... I do suppose it depends on personal headcanons, how much that particular character knows about humans, and how observational that character might be.
Either way, though, if anyone has ideas feel free to expand! I'm kind of looking for a community to engage with, so... Here I am.
Also, to all my UT bittybones folks, I am so sorry. I swerved so hard to the left I went from g/t with the bitties to g/t with transformers. I don’t even know how this happened
How about only silly fics 🤣 though I’ve already rickrolled you guys
Soft AU- War
Sideswipe x Reader
• “No, humans love this. It’s fun for them. Like enrichment,” Sideswipe insists, trying to keep a straight face as Bluestreak hesitates, his door wings drooping slightly. “Would I lie to you?” He asks, expression daring the other bot to confirm that yes, he has lied to him before. Several times. “Come on. I showed you the videos. Those humans were happy, right? Frolicking,” he growls, pushing the other mech in the right direction and grabbing his wrist, he places one of the boxes in his hand as Bluestreak cringes. ‘But why do I have to do it, though?’ Bluestreak groans.
• Stretching lazily in the sun on the lawn of the dorms, you just want to enjoy the heat, the faint breeze. You and several other caretakers enjoying the day and having a pool party. Even if your pool is a plastic kiddie pool that doesn’t do much except get your butt and feet wet. It’s the spirit of the thing the person who’d bought it had insisted. That even a tiny, slightly depressing pool was still a pool. And a shadow falls across you, your head turning to look.
• Watching Bluestreak nervously approaching the humans sprawled out in the sun, Sideswipe grins. Had told the other bot it was because it needed to have an element of surprise to it and that at least wasn’t a lie. Because Blue can walk right up to the humans without them getting wary. The only better mech to enlist would have been Waspinator, but that one runs from him on sight now. And the caretakers are greeting Bluestreak, at ease with him as the other bot fidgets with the box.
• “Everything okay, buddy?” You call out since the mech looks like he’s in physical pain as he fidgets with the box in his hands. ‘What have you got there, hun?’ Another caretaker asks and Blue seems to wilt, his door wings tucked close to his frame. ‘Surprise!’ He groans, sounding almost apologetic as he slings the box. And covers all of the lawn in neon festival powder as you hear someone swearing then coughing and you try to shield your face and eyes with an arm, realizing you’re covered in the stuff.
• Wheezing as the neon colored humans scatter, screaming, Bluestreak’s plating lifts and clamps down tight as he backs up. “Sideswipe!” The other mech yells as angry human voices start also yelling. At Bluestreak. And his optics land on his own caretaker, absolutely livid as they spot him and point and he wiggles his servos at them, grinning. Because, honestly it’s been too quiet lately. Boring. Can’t kick Decepticon aft, so he has to find his own entertainment. Besides, you’re just humans. What could you possibly do in retaliation?
Got an ACTUAL PAPER sketchbook so I can doodle dumb things like this, then scan and color them digitally
Your playful/Flirty older bot reader(especially bottom tbh) may have or have not made me discover something interesting about myself ..... anyway just take my soul and give me another plate please I beg....
Also I've read your other works not just the older reader ones and dawg they're so delicious! 1000/10!!
You are the third person to tell me you want older flirty Reader themselves and it's not stopped being funny to me. Their charms are too strong it's fuckin reaching through dimensions. Y'all can live vicariously through Sideswipe.
"Reward" GN Older flirty Reader x Sideswipe [G1]
⦉Summary ❥ ⦊ Sideswipe shooting his shot.
⦉Genre/theme 𖥔 ⦊ Horny.
⦉Warnings ✘➥ ⦊ Making out, Reader violating some Autobot code somewhere
⦉Pronouns ★ ⦊ You, Your, Yours,
⦉Notes ✚ ⦊ Autobot Reader, Sideswipe wants to fuck Reader so bad it makes him look stupid, Sideswipe assuming Readers sleeping with the other Autobot officers (Reader isn't at this point at time but the situations have lead to the rightful assumption.), References "Performance" with Ratchet (the need to know is you faked interfacing with Ratchet to distract the Cons.), Reader can fight well, Sideswipe: I want you to kick my aft so bad it'll be so hot please
Sideswipe was getting antsy after your guys last battle with the cons.
Okay maybe "antsy" was the wrong way of putting it. His sparkdamn modesty panel was urging to pop whenever he kept stealing glances at your frame.
Sure, you were pretty easy on the optics- especially for a bot your age. They all fragging knew that. But Sideswipe watched you take down Motormaster so- ruthless wouldn't be the right way to say it. It didn't exactly match the smile on your derma. Or the almost lazy action behind your fighting moves that were critical in putting Cons to work. But you took Motormouth down and you took him down hard.
Sideswipe actually had to stop where he was on the field to gawk at the last couple moments- because frag... you really did know what you were doing. All before you practically flattened the big glitch with how hard you downed him. You only laughing and casually pulled yourself up off the con. Before leaning down to say something to him- a playful grin on your faceplate.
And Sideswipe realized he wanted to fight you. That he needed to spar with you again.
He knew he was being a bit of pervert with the thoughts of sparring.
He'd imagined getting up close and personal when you closed the distance to break his form. The frame to frame contact was the biggest thing his processor kept on imagining when he thought about it. You close- real close. Metal sliding against metal…. His own processor flicking between sparing and actually really getting close and personal with you.
Sideswipe wanted to grab and tug you even closer. But he also knew you'd probably break his hold easy before you'd knock him flat on his sorry aft.
But Sideswipe kinda wanted that too right now...
Primus, Sideswipe needs to self service or 'face soon before he physically asks you to kick his aft for his own enjoyment.
...
But maybe he could just ask you to 'face-? Like... casual?
Sideswipe knows you fool around with the other officers- it was like an open secret.
The way you and Jazz would get real close with each other. No kissing but you'd practically be on top of each other at some points.
Prowl's doorwings were tense and the long looks he'd give you when he thought no one was watching.
Optimus's over expressive finials and his own optics brightening so easily with some of your comments definitely didn't hide much at all.
And It would be stupid to assume you and Ironhide weren't screwing like petrorabbits behind closed doors.
Then Wheeljack accidentally tuning into that last "performance" you'd done with Ratchet just flat out confirmed the rumor.
It had him and some of the others sitting there waiting for the "go" from Prowl to raid the Decepticons.
All while slack jawed hearing you getting your spinal strut bent by Ratchet the whole way through. Loudly and so so hotly the entire time. It was so distracting that they almost missed Prowl's call to charge-! And Sideswipe was left powering through the most annoying bout of charge in his array after hearing you like that. Hearing you both like that. Frag- was older bots being freaks a true stereotype!?
Sideswipe was so fragging upset he wasn't built to make quality audio recordings. Because if he was- he'd have that entire frag session between you and Ratchet burning an echo in his audials with how many times he'd of replayed it directly into them. But nope! Had to be built a war frame without good audial recorders! Forced to simply recall the entire thing from his memory banks!
The things Sideswipe would do for a copy of you moaning like that...
So yeah. That’s definitely part of why he's so heated right now. He's been remembering it and thinking of you on your back with Ratchet on top of ya and you both trading paint so hard the fragging medical slab was creaking- Okay! Sideswipes just gonna go ask! Really he can just ask. You were laid back enough even as his superior officer Sideswipe didn't think you'd do anything. Or be too mad at him if you didn't want to fool around.
You'd probably just say no and maybe tease him for it.
And if you said yes-
Frag. Sideswipe wants you to say yes.
When he finds you, you're in the hallway walking along just reading through a data pad. So Sideswipe smooths his plating to be inviting and he just goes for it. Stepping in your path, making you stop to look up at him.
Your derma just curls into a lazy smile. "Pookie, what can I do for ya?"
Sideswipe’s plating twitches to ruffle wrong in annoyance at the ridiculous pet name you still just kept on using.
He shoves the urge to frown aside and tries to get his game back together from the quick curved lobb ball you'd started with. Throwing him off balance already- he can still win this.
So Sideswipe sighs and smiles, casually placing his servos on his hips and putting his plating back in order to try and visually put out what he wants to ask.
His plating not quite showing the deeper dips to hidden seams but close to it. And it definitely catches your optics. You only look back up with an arched optic ridge. But smiling all the same- only still waiting for him to start talking. So Sideswipe does and starts with your designation before he gets into taking his shot.
"- So, I was just wondering... Autobot to Autobot if you'd maybe be interested in some... under the table training." He smiles, trying to look sultry. "Plus I've been good on keeping myself in one piece recently. Did what ya said and I've been making an effort to stay outta of the medbay- for two weeks even!" Which was true. Sideswipe had almost made it to a month without any major injuries. This was the longest he's gone without a trip to Ratchet since they got to earth. "Don't I deserve- something good- for doing good? Being good."
You just barely tilted your helm to the side- but your optics slightly crinkle in amusement. You subspaced your datapad to bring a now free servo to your faceplate to prop under your derma in thought. "Hm-? Under the table training? And what exactly would this under the table training entail?"
Frag, you just want him to say it, say it.
Maybe Sunny was right and you did get off on embarrassing them all.
But Sideswipe had some scenes to recreate with you that'll match some of those sounds that have been crammed into his processor for days.
"Well, just some... one on one time alone together. We can do the training room- your habsuite, or my habsuite. What do ya say?" Sideswipe feels brave so he takes a step forward and into your space. Leaning closer to you slow but causal and lowering his volume before letting his em field spill against your frame. Sideswipe let's just some of that want, that's been thrumming in his chassis for what feels like forever, slip a lil’.
He keeps optic contact with you realizing he really does like the particular shade your optics are this close.
But he really thinks he'd like them even more if they were a lot brighter.
"You said you're always up for teaching the rest of us what you know as an older bot. So... how about you give me some more teaching of the- fun kind. What do you say?"
You stare at him. At the distance you’re at Sideswipe can see your optics are cycling in thought. Your smile actually disappearing before you exaggeratedly seemed to think to yourself. "Hmmmm." The drawn out hum from you only makes his digits twitch when he thinks about reaching out and making that sound turn into a moan.
Finally you turned your gaze back to him. And your smile returns- but now it's more loaded. "You're cute I'll give you that." His plating twitches under the attention. "But- just that." Your servos find your hips, leaning partially back into his space. "Cute. But I ain't about to be rewarding that type of cute." Oh, fraaaaaag. Sideswipe's plating shifts back to normal and he tries not to let his em field show all his disappointment.
Your servo raises and you waggle your pointer digit at him "I think... I'll let you off with a warning for indecent behavior towards your superior officer." Ugh. Okay fine. Nothing lost, nothing gained then. Except maybe some of Sideswipe's pride.
"Though I am a sucker for spoiling you all. So I'll at least… give you that reward for doing such a good job keeping yourself together. Just this once so you don't back slide into bad habits." Oh, really? Like what-? Sideswipe’s still kinda sour about the rejection and he knows it's not gonna be what he needs from you right now so he sorta glances at the wall.
Absentmindedly wondering what you'd give him instead for his good behavior of behaving and not “Throwing himself into danger at every opportunity on the battlefield”. Which blows- He had more than a couple of ideas just last fight with the Decepticreeps he avoided doing.
His thoughts are cut short when your raised servo reaches out towards him to grab onto his pauldron.
He has half a moment to register your smile curling even more- all before you yank him forward.
Sideswipe not ready for the move at all, almost gets pulled right off his pedes by you. He barely finds his balance when his chassis knocks right up against yours and-
"Hm-!?" Sideswipe’s shock gets muffled when your derma are suddenly just locked against his own. And he barely realizes that part before you casually slip your glossia into his slack mouth! Hello, Primus!?
Sideswipe’s servos latch onto your wrists when your own move to cup the sides of his face. Urging him forward all while your derma press against his own harder. Your derma are soft- frag! Your glossia slides against his own right when your em field slides down his front. It makes his thighs tense, and his next instinctive swallow taste like high grade.
And Sideswipe thinks he might get addicted to the taste of you.
He can't really hold back the throaty sound he makes when your demand intensifies. Glossia pressing against his own and making charge slip down his intake. Derma pressing and only breaking away every few moments to just re connect back to his own again.
Then you pull your glossia back and before he can follow after. And you bite him. Your top denta nips his bottom derma firmly. Not enough to break the top layer but enough to have Sideswipe feeling weak in the knees.
He manages to catch the moan that wants to sound out of his chassis- but you must still feel his em field pulse. Because your own field flexes in bubbly amusement when you smother him yet again back into making out. Sideswipe kisses back- glossia trying to match your intensity. While your em field boldly fans out and against the dips of his own frame.
Just when Sideswipe feels like he's finding some semblance of a strive against ya, you break away leaving him venting in whiffs of steam. "There's your extra special one time reward solider.” You smile better than he probably ever could have when he was trying to flirt. Just the little thing had his plating twitching. “One just for you. For your reward for breaking your record on keeping yourself outta Ratchet’s plates. But also here's your warning. If you repeat the same rule breaking then I'll be forced to punish you for it. And trust me I'll be enjoying it a lot more than you will be." There was an edge to the end of your words. An edge usually reserved for Decepticons right before you really started kicking tailpipe. Theres a hot jolt of charge that volleys right down his frame at the words- Hitting his array with no mercy and full force.
But the heat in your field lowers to barely warmer than what it regularly is. And he's stuck waiting for what you're gonna do next.
Are you taking him to your habsuite- or do you wanna go to his? Or did you actually wanna go to the training room? Or are you gonna kiss him again-?
He’s hanging on every word and he thinks he’ll be thinking about rewards for the next couple of fights.
"So keep being a good boy, and behave. Because that wasn't exactly appropriate on shift behavior from you, solider. Flirting with one of your superior officers- really, Darling?" You tutted your glossia like you were scolding him for it. Like you hadn't just had your glossia on the back of his denta. Your em field was still warm. And Sideswipe could tell you were enjoying yourself this close to him.
"So-" Your digits brushed along his cheeks, your faceplate close to his and the most sultry amused look on your faceplate. And it makes his helm run wild on what he wants to do with you first.
You pull away and your em field fully goes with it. "How about you get back to your habsuite, Pookie? Long day- you could use the rest. Stop flirting with your commanding officers and expecting anything good out of it, alright? And keep yourself together more often. It's good for you." And then you turned on a pede and start walking in the opposite direction of Sideswipe’s habsuite.
And the opposite direction from him.
Sideswipe cycles his optics faster the farther you get away from him.
And then it hits him what just happened and what's happening. "Pookie" hitting him like a piece of shrapnel to the back of the helm.
You- he!? You're just gonna do that and then walk away like nothing even happened!?
Sideswipe’s engine wants to turn over and even rev when he realizes you're turning the corner in the Ark hallway.
But you stop when you realize Sideswipe’s staring. Making optical contact with him again.
All before you smile, bring your digits to your derma, and blow him a kiss. "Don't stay up late now, Doll." it’s almost sung.
And just as quickly as that hits him you’re turning around the corner and leaving-!
Sideswipe’s engine does rev this time and he's running now. Running after you and making an effort not to transform on instinct to chase faster. You can't just do that and leave-! Oh, Sideswipe was gonna get you back for that-! He can't get in trouble for it right? You started it!
His processor is running as fast as he is and he's thinking about what he's gonna do when he catches up to you.
All before Sideswipe turns the corner in a rush and nearly slams into a mech.
The Mech isn't you.
It's Prowl.
Standing there and jerking backwards when Sideswipe almost runs into him full speed.
Ah-!
Sideswipe’s em field pulled back quick enough he made himself flinch at the rush backwards it had done.
But it still apparently wasn't a fast enough abort that Prowl didn't feel exactly how he was feeling right then and there.
Prowl's optics cycled and he slowly and mechanically looked over his own pauldron.
When he spotted you Prowl's wings flicked once, then tilted before he turned back to Sideswipe.
Uh oh.
Sideswipe knew just enough wing speak from Bluestreak and Smokescreen to know that was not a good sign.
"Sideswipe... If you have enough time to even entertain such thoughts- let alone seriously consider them; you have enough time to be placed on a double position today." Sideswipes optic’s snapped wide at the words. All while Prowl, the sadist he was, just kept on talking-! "Which will be starting now due to your apparent lack of discipline. You're expected at the front of The Ark with Hound in less than five klicks." Sideswipe bit back the urge to curse, not wanting to give Prowl the satisfaction of his frustration. He sure as slag wasn't about to spill what had just happened to Prowl of all bots-!
So he forced himself turn to go do exactly that. Chanting curses in his processor instead of muttering them. While Prowl just turned and walked back over towards you.
Sideswipe only stopped when he was about to turn the corner fully, to look back in your direction.
Prowl was talking to you now- you only chuckling and saying something that made Prowl’s door wings readjust.
That should be fragging him-! Sideswipe scowled when he watched you actually lean closer to Prowl to tease him about something.
But you must've felt Sideswipe looking because your helm turned his way. Making the two of you make optic contact again.
Your derma curled further and you just offlined one optic to wink at him.
He had to physically restrain himself from giving into the very real urge to chase after you again and show you exactly how much he appreciated it. (He doesn't know if he would be more upset if you kicked his aft for it or if you didn't)
"Sideswipe." Prowl reminded him he was in trouble and also being watched- by Prowl's now very hard stare.
So Sideswipe huffed and turned on his pede to go do his double.
He wasn't exactly able to get the memory of your glossia in his mouth out of his processor for the rest of his double shift.
Something something you eat out/suck off your bot for the first time and it tastes like chemicals. Expected. It smells suspiciously like the cherry scented windscreen wash you filled them up with last week. Unexpected.
You try not to think about it next time you need to clean your view while driving in them.
You do and it has you shuffling in your seat, trying to concentrate on the road.
Manifesting this with my faves. Hold on guys gotta pop the hood and top up my boyfriend’s jizz juice.
When they notice…
Knock Out would absolutely tease you, asking if something is the matter in that purr of his.
Bee would be so flustered, begging to Primus you don’t mention it.
Rod would be snickering like a little shit, suggesting you should both go for mango ‘flavoured’ next time.
Sides would be so cocky, asking if it’s making you feel thirsty watching it.
Sunny would tell you to shut up and watch the road, unless you plan to lick him clean instead.
Hound almost runs you both into a ditch when he picks up on what you’re thinking about, rambling nervously to distract you both with anything else.
