I know you have one william asks, so you are ABSOLUTELY allowed to ignore this one, but: Soft AU with the dino bots, who were given ONE human attendant, because the higher ups assumed that "Group of Cybertronians" meant a combiner... when one of the higher ups comes to fix the mistake they made, all they find is an ECSTATIC Reader helping out the Dinobots (haha noooo this couldn't be because I love dinosaurs) (I would neeeeeveeeeeeeerrrr)
Anyways, I hope you're doing well!!!! Keep yourself hydrated!!!
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Soft
Dinobots x Reader
• Inhaling slowly, you round the corner into your assigned stall and almost scream when Swoop wings over to land far too close and wing walks even closer. “Hey, buddy,” you say as that big head lowers, his head tilting to see you better in his altmode and even knowing he’s safe, the fine hair at your nape prickles. You’ve only ever seen them in their bot modes a couple of times, the lot of them more comfortable as dinosaurs apparently. When you’d first started, your assignment card has simply said ‘Dinobots’ and you’d assumed that was someone’s name, because these aliens have the strangest names.
• Croaking as he nips at your backpack, tempted to fly to a perch with you where the others can’t easily reach, Swoop rumbles when you obligingly run those wonderfully soft hands over his head. And he can feel the others glaring at him. Every day a competition to see who you greet first. Who gets washed first, because that’s your favorite for the day. It has to be. “Swoop is dirty,” he says, hearing Slag growl at him when he almost whines the words, stretching out a wing to show the dirt. “Neglected. Sad.”
• Stalking over, Grimlock’s tempted to put a massive ped on the flyer. “Swoop dirty,” he growls and you smile up at him, momentarily derailing his thoughts because you’re pleased to see him. “Swoop rolled in dirt,” he accuses and you laugh as Swoop hisses a denial even though they’d all seen him do it. ‘You wouldn’t do that would you?’ You ask Swoop and the other dinobot can’t meet your eyes as Snarl and Sludge both snarl ‘would.’ Though Grimlock supposes the others might just be annoyed that it didn’t occur to them first.
• “Slag is favorite,” he rumbles as he tries to nudge you away from Grimlock and Swoop with his head. Hearing your laughter as you let him and the other two snarl in protest. “Slag not roll in dirt. Brought present for little conjunx.” Hears your confused ‘conjunx,’ as his head turns, casting about before carefully picking up a bucket in his jaws and setting it down by your foot. “Present.”
• That’s your bucket, but you thank him anyway, reaching out to rub his head as his optics shutter. And you suck in a breath when Sludge uses his tail to pull you his way so it feels like they’re playing tug of war with you, the big bot rumbling a warning. Even if you didn’t have to go through them squabbling over you every single day, it’d still take forever to wash them when you have five and they’re huge. Know you’ll end up washing Grimlock first because as he likes to point out ‘he’s king’ and the others usually back down before it becomes an all out brawl to challenge Grim. Turning over that strange word, conjunx, you wonder what it means as Sludge’s head lowers on that long neck to nose against you, nearly knocking you on your butt.
Just a fun idea I had. Also there is some valve play in this one, because I want to include both of their privates. Like, it's there to play with, why don't we use it more often! Also huge warning on Slag because of blood reasons.
Summary - Skywarp, Jazz, Slag, and Springer reacting to you going crazy from heat.
Warning: NSFW, Blood (Only Slag)
Skywarp
Surprisingly, he finds it quite fascinating for how crazy your mind becomes when it wants sexual pleasure. One day, you would have a lovely talk with your Conjunx on drama, but than the next you can't get out of bed and bites Skywarp's digits whenever he got to close. The first time it happened was confusing, but now is intrigued by your animalistic nature. He wasn't an organic lover before he met you; Seeing them as just pets or gross flabs of meat, but humans were almost designed specifically for Cybertronians to play with.
The seeker gives an exception to humans, loving their culture and ways of communication. You weren't slimy or sticky, making him ten times more likely to fall in love. When he found you humping a pillow was a sight to behold. Skywarp sat in a chair and told you to continue, his beautiful cocky eyes staring at every body part that wasn't covered by the bed sheets.
One of his favorite things to do was force your legs open and observe how wet your nether region got. Oh, buck your hips at him, give him the entertainment of letting you suffer in his presence. He craves your cries for more, the yelps of pain from your privates not getting any attention. One of the many kinks Skywarp has is bondage, tying his little human up and giving you a small muzzle was necessary. The muzzle wasn't included before, but after you have dented his fingers multiple times because of the bite force that humans have…yeah the seeker doesn't want to explain to medbay every time it happens.
Struggle, kick, s q u i r m! Skywarp has a growling problem and wants to make sure you are bottom, you are not in charge, that you are HIS! You won't be able to forget his evil giggles, echoing in your ear while he barely touches in between your legs.
Speaking of which, the teasing might kill you one of these days. His hot venting air against your crotch, lightly giving you a lick here and there. Skywarp intends to make you tear up and beg non stop. Noises are his passion, and will not mind how loud you get. No, he won't take the muzzle off until the next morning, the seeker has learned his lesson from last time.
Jazz
The mech can't seem too surprised about your little outburst at him the first night. He always is on missions and gets busy really fast. What he is shocked about is the way you handled it. A human's strength when it wants something that second is scary, forcing his cap open to play around with his valve and spike at the same time. Jazz lets you do whatever you desire, watching his little wild beast go ham.
Did you just order him to touch himself? Holy shit he has never seen you act like this at all. The way you changed in voice and personality was so hot, of course Jazz is going to finger himself in front of you to see what else is in store. Sucking his tip and grinding along his shaft could make him cum in seconds, never taking his optics off you.
Jazz plays sensual music during your sessions with him, playing the beat at the same speed as your grinding. If you do something that would make Jazz gasp, like biting his spike or getting violent with his folds, you could hear the music stuttering or glitching out a bit before he could compose himself.
His visor stays on, the communications officer isn't going to let you see his pleading eyes whenever you tease him. Don't get him wrong, he loves to be your bottom, but if he is able to be a brat than he will be. One of Jazz's kinks is animal like noises. Hearing your growling get louder when you are about to pounce was so sexy, he asks if you could do that again. If you climb up to his face, the mech never noticed before how your irises get bigger when you focus on his optics.
Please kiss him, he wants nothing more than your soft lips against his. Your aggressiveness is addicting, and secretly he wants this to happen more often. Primus, Jazz just wants to skip missions sometimes, because he doesn't get to see that pretty little face you have for days. After intercourse, he will gently brush your hair with the tips of his digits to help you get comfortable. Jazz is purring so loud, it was like you were getting a massage when you laid on his chassis.
Slag
Careful, one of the dinobots is possibly the scariest team to try and date. They are a "no-rule group", and that includes violence. Slag is the worst when it comes to such violence, Him and his buddy Sludge are the most destructive, so when Slag goes to check on his mate and finds you in an aggressive like state…it was a twist to see the dino get very soft.
His mind may be a bit twisted from his past and the war, but Slag sees you as the only thing that could save him from the life of fire and death. His buddies didn't know why he had an organic mate, on top of him being the one that literally hates everything. All he could say about his change of heart towards you was "…they like my everything…"
The way you were already whining, staring at him with helpless eyes. Slag wanted to just rip you off those sheets and devour you. He may be called stupid, and he may prove them right most of the time, but this mech has never focused so hard before up until now. His rough servos trying to finger you with delicacy, it was painful for how slow he got. His kisses were light, optics staring at your wonderful face. Slag was holding back EVERYTHING, until he hears his mate growl at him to go full force. The member of the dinobots has never been afraid of anything, but the way he froze and seemed taken aback by your request. Don't get mad at him in the morning, you asked for it!
Blood, he was so addicted to how tasty you were. Slag bites yours skin and purposely makes you bleed. It wasn't healthy for his systems to drink organic material, but human blood tasted like a strong, drug-like alcohol. His glossa will be all over you, slowly licking your legs, arms, chest, neck, and even your back. All of these body parts also have giant monstrous teeth marks, making you smell delicious~
His spike will be using you like a sleeve, filling up your walls the second he figures out he doesn't need lube. So wet for him, your cum is layering around his spike. Slag has himself leaning against the wall, standing up. His claws hold you in a position where his digits are keeping you from closing your legs. The pleasure was clouding your mind, but dammit this will hurt like hell in the morning…if you could even survive.
Springer
You are the only one who could see his vulnerable side. The way he begs for more, his optics looked hypnotized. It's like a human placed him under a deep spell, and there is no fighting the effects.
He was normally a spike person, until Springer was left alone with you in his birth. He can't stop picturing your body, standing up, dripping cum down your leg. His brain module was going crazy, his censors are suffocating from the thick smell. That scent…was making his mouth plate drool. First thing the wrecker did was help clean up in-between your legs. While he eats, Springer rubbed his cheeks against your thighs, loving your soft skin so close to him.
Your hands were perfect for his valve, able to tease the shit out of his node with swift skill. You didn't speak to him, making nothing but pleasurable moans and random stutters. His optics could have spirals swirling around, you swear you could visibly see how dazed this man was for you. All Springer could see was your body, rubbing his folds with your soft frame.
One of the things you are good at teasing Springer with was not touching his spike. Giving his tip a few licks or kisses, only to go right back to playing with his valve was TORTURE! "Ah! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease! T-touch me! For Primus' sake!" Surprisingly, you were not the one who was loud. Springer's voice was lovely to hear, struggling to speak sentences whenever he was getting close to the edge.
After the night, the green mech keeps you cooped up under his chin, protecting your naked body from cold winds. His life was wild because of you, and Springer wouldn't want it any other way. "Mmm, what a little beast I caught~"
