Heyaaa! I have been following you for awhile, and dear god, I REALLY LOVE THE SMUTS SO MUCH WAHHH SO CREATIVEEEE
Anyways, if you aren't busy....Can you please do Rodimus x Human reader x Drift smut? THAT WOULD BE HEAVENLY 👏
Sorry this took a while, but I hope you enjoy!
Warnings : oral, gn!afab reader
Mdni you’ll be blocked! Adults only!
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The air of the habsuite is hot, your skin shining with a thin layer of sweat. It’s hard to breathe but you don’t want to stop, not now, not when you’re stuck between two bots who just want to please you, and by Primus are they ever. You try to focus on Rodimus in front of you, to take in his expressions and how his servos twitch as he holds the edges of the berth, the metal denting under his tight grip.
“Scrap..! So, so fraggin’ good for us, sweetspark. Yeah just like that!” Rodimus can’t keep his intake shut as you drag your tongue across his spike, licking up all the transfluid leaking from his tip.
One hand supporting yourself and the other trails lower rubbing in firm but slow circles on his node. Rodimus arches his back strut, trying desperately to keep his hips still to not move you as much, not when you look so pretty like this.
Drift is settled behind you on his knees on the floor, his servos on your hips keeping you at the proper height for his glossa to slide along your needy slit lapping up all your dripping juices. Your body feels so hot, so hard to stop your hips from twitching and trying to lean back against the lashing glossa against your pussy. Your eyes welling with tears of pleasure, feeling Drift’s dermas suck on your clit making your body shake.
Rodimus throws his helm back as your moan vibrates against his spike, his optics glowing brightly as he’s so close to overloading.
“Such a fraggin’ sight…!” He can feel himself drooling taking in the pretty sight of you sucking on his tip, your eyes staring up at him ocassionaly they roll back as your mewl is muffled from how full your mouth is.
Drift is devouring your pussy like a bot starved and your cunt is the only thing that could sate his hungry. His modesty paneling pulled back letting his dripping valve and leaking spike free to the chill of the room, his hips bucking up grinding against the edge of the berth to get some sort of friction where he needed it most.
You taste so good he can’t even bring himself to pull away even for a moment to speak to you, he let’s his servos caress and squeeze your ass as he tries to silently show his love through his needy touches.
The musky scent of your pussy makes his helm spin, it’s his favorite place to be it’s the only place he wants to be, it’s why he fought Rodimus to be between your legs in the first place.
You pull your lips off Rodimus’s tip with a soft ‘pop!’ To try and catch your breath. Your back arching with a mute cry as Drift pushes his glossa into your clenching cunt.
“Fuck…mm ohh- m’so close..!!” You whine, nuzzling your cheek against Rodimus’s shaft as you continue to stroke it.
You look and sound so pitiful, by the allspark! You kiss Roddy’s shaft, leaving little marks along his spike before taking him as deep as you could in your mouth, swallowing around what you could.
Rodimus squeals, his voice breaking into static as he overloads with a cry of your name, his transfluid filling your mouth and spilling out from around your lips. You press your hips firmly against Drift’s face, grinding back against him as your pussy clenches around his tongue, as you cum with a muffled sob.
Drift groans loudly, his optics bright and flickering as they roll back, drowning in your scent and lapping desperately at your leaking juices, ignoring how his hips twitch up needily and spill his transfluid over the side of the berth.
You three lay where you are, completely spent and panting, your bodies twitching from the intensity of the climaxes. Drift gives your thighs a squeeze.
“Are you alright, my spark?”
You give a weak nod, resting your cheek against Rodimus’s thigh with a hum. Drift smiles, you’re clearly tired, a nice rest would be good for you. Rodimus removes a servo from the berth to gently caress your cheek with a smile.
“Did so good for us, little light, next time we should see how much that pretty valve can take, yeah?”
He laughs as Drift attempts to scold him.
But your pussy clenches at the thought, maybe you should prepare for that.
Warning: Yandere behaviour, Possessive, [ Gore seen ], and old writing...
Note: Another old Wattpad yandere stories, if you have seen my Yandere Ratchet trassy One-shot, they you know the writing is worst than what i write now.
He shouldn't feel this way towards you, not when you have a Conjux.
He was sitting near a spot from where he can see you, he watches as you and your Conjux are speaking to one another, with wide smile on both of your face plate.
His servo clench tighter around the cup of energon he have in his servo in anger, and jealousy as he watches you and your Conjux chuckled to each other, seemingly enjoying each others company.
He can't help but slightly glare at the bot next to you.
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Before he became drift, he was a decepticon,in fact he was hand picked by Megatron himself to join the decepticons, and became one of the few best decepticon out there, and during the war he have seen many great fighters, but not good enough to beat him, or catch his attention.
And during those days, is when he first met you, you were a great fighter, maybe even better than him.
You are the team's sniper, and he have saw you shot down many of his assigned teammates, and saw your beautiful looking face plate.
Even from all the way back where he was standing, he could still see your determined face, how you hold your sniper so confidently, as you shoot down his teammates one by one with no miss what so ever.
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He knew back then, he was smitten by you and your skills as a warrior, and your determination to keep fighting, makes him feels fuzzy inside.
And till now, he still have those feelings from so long ago, only to be disappointed in finding out that you have a Conjux.
He almost try to kill him multiple times when he saw you two next to each other, having to hold back his thirst for your conjux's blood is hard with the growing jealousy inside him.
Can't you see he is made for you?
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During his walk with Rodimus, he over heard two females talking about you, and how excited they are that you are planing to ask your Conjux to be your Sparkmate.
And he can't help but fell as if something snaped inside of him, feeling some thing inside him so familiar yet so new.
He feels the need to kill, that is familiar to him.
But the need to torment, and torture that bot, was new yet inviting to him.
Is this what love is ment to be?
Killing some one you are close too, so that he can replace that person spot with him?
Maybe his romance was meant to be this way.
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As he thought of all that, he can't help but smirk, as your Conjux struggles to free him self from the stasis cuff he got from Ultra Magnus's habsuite, intake gagged with some metal still he round , watching as his energon leak from his empty optic, tossing his optic to the side, and seeing it shattering as it hit the ground.
He watches as the bot in front of him try to scream for help, but that was useless as the room they were in was far from any prying Audio Receptors, and goes as far as to make this room sound prove.
Drift yank the gagged out from his mouth harshly, not carring if he have mess up his tooth or not, as he eyed the bot under him with a cold glare that he have never given to any bot before, watching as your Conjux cough from the sudent movement.
"I should have known not to trush you from the sta- " He was cut out from Drift grabing him from his neck cable, lifting him up with no difficulty, and your Conjux struggle to talk as he glare at Drift with his last functioning optic.
"Don't you dare say that about me, when you can't even protect your self." As Drift tightning the grip around his neck cable, he can feel some of his cable cnapping from under his servo, his voice vox beging to be freed as energon slowly leaking from the bot's neck cable, as he claw at Drift's arm frame with his cuffed servo, desperate for Drift to let go.
Seeing him claw his arm frame fills Drift with even more angrier, causing him to tost the bot harshly at a wall in front of him, watching coldly as the bot hit the wall with a thud, and face first hit the grounf in front of Drift, some part of his frame being broken off from the fall.
Drift stomp at the meck's head, pusing his face plate more in the ground as he struggle to get up, due to his servo being cuffed.
"Remember this as you die, you are worthless, to Y/n, and to every bot in this ship, you, are, nothing." Saying that last word, he lift his frame up using his head, seeing some energon leak from where he have squeezed in his neck cable, he force him to sit on the chare once more, but this time he cuffed his two servo on the chairs arm, giving him clear view of his fame.
With no hasitation, he grabbed his sword, and proceed to carft a decepticon logo on his chest, making sure the meck fells every single pain he could inflict the bot with it as he cryed in pain, digging his sword deap enought to let some of the light from his spark to speed through his spark chamber.
The sight fuled Drift's anger even more than it has, and stab his servo in an atemp to let out his anger with out killing the bot, the action cause the bot to yell out in agony as his energon paint the ground.
Drift pull out his anergon stain sword from his servo, letting the energon spill out, not giving him chance to rest, Drift once again stab his sword into the bot's other servo, watching him jolt up from his sit at the pain.
A part of Drift wishes to see this bot offline, but something about hearing him cried out in pain and agony, just makes Drift want to torture him more.
Drift derma tug up ward in a smirk as he grabe his face plate harshly, pulling him cloce, he put his sword away as he grabe a blow torch, testing it infront of him to see if it works, the bot's face turn from fear to horrified one he saw the blow torch.
Escaping from Drift is futile as his grip on the bot's face plate was strong, with a single move, the fire from the lighter burned the side of his cheek, metal melting as the bot scream in pain, but Drift continue his action, making sure he ruin his face to the point of not recognizing.
As Drift droped the blow torch, he marvald at the sight of his face plate half burned and melted off, with some part still being hot and red from the fire.
He tost the bot's head back, making his head collid with the front of the chair's head, causing the bot to grown from the hit, his head felling down to look at his lap, wishing that this is just a terrible dream he is having.
Drift pull out is sword again, stabbing it in his lap, making the bot scream once more, and more of his energon leaked out, at this point he's going to die from energon lost.
Twisting his swords, the painful sound of metal being bend, and some cable geting snaped in half, as well as the bot's scream increasing is music to Drift's audio receptor.
Drift then pull out his sword, and cut open the bot's stomic, revealing his energon tank, with out remorse, Drift cut open the energon tank, leting the energon pored out off it's fraim.
Having enough of this, Drift pull out his sword and swiftly cut off his head, watching as the head fell to the ground with a clank, and rolling to his direction, bumping the left of his pede in the process, leading a trail of energon from the top of the now decapitated bot's neck, to the left of Drift's pede.
He have finally done it, you are now single again, next step is to hide any evidence that was done by him.
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You smiled at you self in the mirror, your reflection dance with every movement you make with your frame as you imagine how would the scenario gonna turn out.
Your derma curve up into a soft smile, imagining his reaction as you ask him the question, and doing the ritual of spark bonding each other to make it official.
You get your self ready, taking a deep intake, before pressing the side of your helm to tell him to meet you up at swerve's bar for a date.
But his com link was silent, only a long ringing sound can be heard from his end.
What is going on? He never went silent when ever you call him, is he still working on the ship's engine?
If he is then he is sure taking his sweet time with it.
As time pass, you didn't see your Conjux any where, is he avoiding you?
No! Surely not, he loves you too much to hate you, maybe he was busy with something else?
You can't help but feel a present behind you, geting closer and closer, before the bot behind you could come any closer, your instinct kick in, swiftly turning and drabing the bot's servo and flipping him over, his back landing hard on the ground.
"Good to see that you can still fight." The sound of Drift's voice, cause you to calm down, helping him up before apologizing for your action, but his face shows no hint of anger, only a sense of calmness.
"It's alright, i should have not done that, i guess after spending too much time training my stealthness could come at a cost." Drift said, rubbing the back of his neck cable with a sheepish smile.
"Even if that is true, i should have looked behind me before doing that, let me get you some energon as my apology gift for flipping you like that." You said, before pulling him with you to the diraction off swerve's bar, not noticing the slight smirk he has on his derma.
Once you two turn a corner, you almost got hit by the ship's medic, them having ran over from where their medbay was station at, you watch as they seem like they were panicking about something, but you shrugs it off, you contiuned your walk as Drift was being drag by you from behind.
When you got to swerve's bar, buying Drift a cup of energon as promised, you can't help but notice the same medic pushing a cart with a familiar looking bot on it, you couldn't tell which bot was it, with his frame being damage to the point of being unrecognisable, and also due to how fast the medic was moving the cart, it all just look like a blurred of colors.
But you can't help but to follow them, the sight of that bot being familiar to you.
Leaving the bar, Drift notice your absence, and follow you close from behind, leaving the energon in the bar in the process.
Once you saw a glimpse of the bot's half melted face plate, you instantly recognises the bot to be your Conjux.
In shocked, you stumble out of the medbay, your back colliding into Drift's chest, feeling his servo rap it self around you in a temp to comfort you.
Feeling his warmth invelope you, you turn around to hug him back, feeling as if your world has fallen apart, and Drift was willing to let you cried on his chest, his servo rubbing circle on the back of your frame to calm you down.
Drift was now satisfy now that you are single again, now he will make sure that no other bot will get in the way of your guys future.
You will have him as your new conjux, maybe even sparkmate in the future, and maybe even start a small family together and have two sparklings.
again sorry for the poor writing my past self have done.
Hope you still enjoy this shitty one-shot.
Summary: You and Sideswipe team up to pull a small prank on Drift, but your punishment was much more different than what your partner-in-crime received.
Warnings: pink paint, pink swords, expensive shit, minor master/sub dynamics, minor boob play (who doesn't love boobs?), oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, manhandling, pet name, intercourse, unprotected sex (but your fucking a robot soooo), aftercare, cuddling, reader is over 18
Ok so I edited this and I hope I corrected all my mistakes, but if a few slipped, I apologize. Drift is one of my boo's so I had to write about him first. Hope you guys enjoy! <3
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You were the one that came up with the idea, but maybe getting Sideswipe to help you paint Drifts swords pink was going a little far. You knew how important his katana's were, but it was just paint, it wasn't like it couldn't be washed off. Right?
Well in this case, you were very wrong. Sadly the paint you snatched up from Denny's stash was a paint specifically made for metal, meaning you needed a certain paint remover to get it off, which Denny did not have. It is also, really expensive.
So, here you are handing Denny some cash so he can go to Crown City and pick up some of this paint remover. With a pout, you turn back to Bumblebee and a very unhappy Samurai. Bee looked down at you with his hands on his hips,
"Since I already decided Sideswipe would be the one cleaning Drifts swords when Denny returns, I'm letting Drift have the pleasure of deciding your consequences." Bee said, making your eyes widen.
"What?!" You look at Drift, who has his usual frown upon his face, but you could he tell he was more than upset.
You stare back at Bee, gesturing at Drift, "But he's gonna make me do something like run a mile or worse," the dreadful thought enters your mind, making you shiver, "Meditate."
Bee gave you an unsympathetic look, "Should have thought of that before you decided to pull a prank. Drift," The Samurai looked at Bumblebee, who gave him a smile, "She's all yours."
With that said, Bumblebee walked off, leaving you to Drifts full attention. You look down at the ground nervously, clasping your hands behind your back while you use one of your feet to kick around a couple rocks.
You wait anxiously for Drift to say something, but his silence continues, making you more jittery. What felt like a minute went by and the silence was really getting you. Was he really that mad?
Just as you were about to say something, Drift raised his arms, allowing Slipstream and Jetstorm to transform. The two mini-bots stand before their teacher, taking a closed fist and placing it in their opened palm before bowing.
"My pupils, you are free for the rest of the evening." Drift says and not once, even as he let his students transform, did he take his hardened gaze away from you.
"Thank you, Master."
You lifted your head up enough to watched the mini-bots happily prance off to where ever they wanted to go, leaving you completely alone with Drift. You dig your teeth into your bottom lips, using your teeth to peel away some of the dead skin. An unhealthy habit you did when you were nervous.
"Look at me."
You nearly jumped at the sound of his voice, but you did as you were told and lifted your head. However, instead of facing his glare, you focus on his chest. Sure it was a bit of a coward move, but you've seen Drift angry, and while it made you curious, it still scared you a little.
A low growl rumbled through Drifts chest,
"Look at me." He says again in a tone that leaves you no room to disobey.
You finally look up at his face and notice the frown grew deeper than it was before. You move your teeth to your top lip, biting on it just as you did the other.
You and the autobot warrior stared at each other for a few seconds, before you opened your mouth to say something.
"Drift-"
"Silence." He cuts you off immediately, making you glue your lips together.
Finally after he glares at you for a few more seconds, he speaks out another demand.
"Follow."
It was a simple demand, but it had you moving your feet before Drift could even make a step. You followed him along quietly, till you realized the two of you are in a secluded area in the scrapyard.
Your voice is soft, "Where are we going?"
He heard you, but did not reply and came to a stop once he knew you both were far away from the others. You wait, yet again, until Drift gave you further instructions. He never turns around and proceeds to stand where he's at, holding his hands behind his back as he glanced over all the junk Denny Clay has collected over the years, but his mind was nowhere near about the junk in front of him.
"Do you like making me angry?"
The question is quick and abrupt, but without thinking you immediately reply with a no. Your answer seemed acceptable for now, but when Drift turned around, you knew he wasn't done speaking yet.
"Then why do you continue to anger me?" He asks so smoothly the questions almost flew over your head.
You didn't know what to say at first. Yeah, you pulled pranks on all the bots, but Drift seemed to be your easiest target. The others would always yell at you for your pranks, but every prank you pulled on Drift, he gave little to no reaction. Usually Bumblebee gave out the punishment, but now it was Drift.
So, what was the warrior before you planning in his head?
You knew whatever it was, it couldn't be good, because you could tell Drift was not going to let you off easily.
Your mind reels back to his recent question, which you didn't really have an answer for. Maybe it was curiosity? You've seen Drift give the mini-bots the consequences of their unmannered actions (which usually consisted of extra training time). He never gave them mercy.
Either way, it doesn't matter now. You were at Drifts mercy now.
Without saying another word, Drift lifts his wrist up closer to his face, which holds one Fixit's newest devices he created. A shrink ray.
Drift presses down on the button and his body starts getting smaller and smaller, and soon he is now only two feet taller than you.
You've seen the other bots use their shrink ray device, but Drift never used it, it was weird seeing him like this.
Drift moves closer to you until he stood directly in front of you. The silence started making you uncomfortable again, so you try talking.
"Just tell me what you want me to do."
Drifts frown never leaves his face and quickly replies with, "On the berth, or what you humans call, a mattress."
You blink a couple times before moving your eyes to look around. You spot a mattress behind Drift, with a simple clean white sheet laid on top of it. You look at it for a couple seconds before looking back at Drift.
"You want me to lay on that?" You ask, as if he's gone mad.
Drift doesn't answer and simply moves to the side, waiting for you. You hesitantly move, walking over to the (what you noticed was queen sized) mattress that simply laid on the ground.
"Shoes off." Drift commands suddenly, but you listen anyways.
Once you have your shoes off, you lay yourself on the bed, well more like just sitting on it. Drift followed you, waiting patiently for you to follow up on his command. Once he had you where he wanted you, he swiftly grabbed one of your ankles gently and pulled on it.
You squeak as your back hits the mattress.
"Drift, what are you doing?"
You look at him in shock as he ignores your questions and moves himself to hover his body over yours. A hand of his presses against your stomach and starts slowly moving up.
"What I've should've done when you started your pranks."
You feel his metal hand move up your stomach, leaving trails of shivers behind. He was gentle with you at first, but as his moved closer to your chest, he grew more bold.
His hand reaches your chest, laying directly over one of your breasts.
"D-Drift-"
"At any point you are uncomfortable, you tell me. Am I understood?"
You nod your head, breathing out a quick yes. Maybe you should have thought his more through, but you didn't. His touch made you want more. Drift hums at your response, before his metal hand starts cupping the breast he has in his grasp. Your gasp doesn't go unnoticed and encourages Drift to continue.
"You never answered one of my earlier questions."
At first you didn't say anything, focusing on the hand that laid on your breasts. He was massaging it, but gave couple gentle squeezes, which took your breath away every time. You think of his words, trying to comprehend what he said.
"Which one?" You say with a tremble.
Drift stops his hand from moving, raising it higher and tucking it underneath your head before lifting it up. His eyes stare in yours as he repeats one of his questions.
"Why do you continue to anger me?"
You swallow slowly and decide to shrug, but that wasn't good enough for autobot samurai.
"A simple body movement does not satisfy me. Use your words."
His tone of voice makes you reply quickly, "I don't know..." You answer honestly.
Drift says nothing and moves to sit up before both of his hands move down to the waist band of you shorts. Your eyes widen as he pulls off the material, along with your underwear.
"Drift!"
He doesn't listen and you don't stop him.
Your shorts and underwear are off completely, leaving your bottom half bare and instinctively, your legs close.
"Tell me to stop and I will." Drift repeats this instruction again, before placing a hand between your legs to pull them apart.
You could end this all with a simple word, you knew that. You trusted Drift. You knew he would never hurt you in any way. So you let him continue, no matter how crazy this was.
Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest as you watch Drift stare at your lower half, making your cheeks glow red. You feel his hands slowly drag up and down your inner thighs, leaving goosebumps behind. You shift impatiently, hoping he would do something quick.
"Drift what-"
"You are to call me master in this predicament."
You can't help it when the thought of calling him master made you grow wet.
"Master..." You say his title quietly, "What are you doing?"
Yet again, you are met with silence, which is starting to annoy you. He can feel your irritation grow, but he could care less, and continues his slow ministrations. You think of telling him to get on with it, but once you feel one of his hands move down to where you want him, your breath gets caught in your throat.
One of his cool metal fingers drag in between your delicate lips, gathering up your wetness on his digit before dragging it up to your clit. Your head falls back with a moan as you feel his finger move in slow circles on your nub.
Drift watches as you continuously contract your heat every few seconds, almost tempted to fill you up with one of his fingers, but he denies himself of the thought. He only lets his one finger do the work. He goes on rubbing gentle circles over your clit only for now, watching your body jerk every time he touches a certain spot.
"Master, please."
He listens to your plea, but ignores it at the same time. His punishment was simple. You take what he decided to give you, and unfortunately for you, he wasn't in a giving mood right now.
The circles over your clit never stop, but the pace moves up a tiny bit, making you sigh out in some sort of relief. You focus your mind and body on his touch, feeling the sensation he was giving you. Soon enough your hips began moving on there own and suddenly the sensations stop.
You raise your head little to watch Drift move himself down the bed so his face was near drenched labia. Your breath quickens as you wait anxiously for his next move.
Drift senses your eagerness and decides to give you a little something. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking on it gently as his tongue swirls around it. The cybertronian tongue was different and you noticed it immediately. You could tell it had no taste-buds and usually the texture was a bonus and added more to the pleasure, but with the way Drift moved his tongue, you could tell he didn't need that extra bonus at all.
Your moans fill his audio receptors, making his own body shake for a moment. Your taste coated his tongue, which just about made him moan, but instead a low hum left his mouth, the vibrations making your hips jerk upwards.
"O-oh god-" You moan out, your hands moving down to hold Drifts head as you began bucking your hips against his mouth.
Quickly Drift took over the small control you had by grabbing your hands and placing them over your lower stomach. He kept his hands on top of yours, to not only keep your hands from moving, but to also keep your hips still.
"Drift!" You whine
Your slip-up falls on deaf ears as Drift is to focused on moving his mouth the right way.
He drags his tongue through your lips, trying to get more of your taste. His lips are once again over your clit and he begins flicking his tongue against your nub. Your moans grow louder as his tongue never falters and even continues to speed up.
It's not long before you start loosing all control over our body. His name is the only word you can speak as you feel yourself getting close. It's all happening so fast and your heat clenches more to help yourself get off quicker, but before you can feel the bliss of your orgasm, Drift pulls away.
His hands leave yours and moves to keep your legs separated. He watches as you whine some more while your entire body moves around vividly. He gives you a minute to calm yourself and when you do, you look directly in his eyes.
"Why'd you stop?" You mumble, already to worn out to speak clearly.
"It's seems you forgot that this was a punishment my dear." Drift says, ignoring the pout you formed on your face, he was not letting you make him feel guilty. Not while you still had a lesson to learn.
You were bad and had to face the outcome of your actions.
Without saying another word, your body is flipped over, making you squeal in surprise. Your hips are raised and legs are pulled further apart. You hear something transform, but the hand Drift had on the back of your neck kept the side of your face against the mattress, so you couldn't see him.
"Remember, tell me to stop and I will."
It made you uneasy as you wondered why he had to repeat that saying again, but you softly tell him to keep going, remembering your trust in him. You wait eagerly for him to do something, but all Drift did was wrap his hand around his member, giving it a couple strokes.
He wouldn't say this out loud, but you looked ravishing in front of him and he was delighted that he was making you feel this way. He holds himself in his hand before moving his hips forward. He loves the gasping moan you breathe out as he drags his tip along your whole labia, then dragging his wet tip to your clit.
He rubs in small circles again, just like he did with his finger. His hand leaves the back of your neck, moving to your hip. You raised yourself up on your forearms, turning your head to look back at Drift, who was currently only focused on your heat.
His eyes then look up at yours and very slowly, he lets his tip enter you. Your mouth falls open as he fills you up more and more. Your moans get louder, but you didn't care.
Once fully inside of you, Drift decides to let out a small grunt, which sounded incredibly hot to you. Thankfully you didn't have to wait much longer before he moved. He pulled out carefully, till only his tip was left in, than gradually began filling you up again.
His first thrusts were just like this. Slow and steady.
His pace made you wail. You needed him to go faster, but when you tried moving back to meet his own hips, he held you still and stopped. The grunts and groans he was letting out made you grow hotter. You wanted to hear more of him, but maybe you'll get what you want next time. If there is a next time of course.
Drift starts going faster, making you clench around his shaft more often. Before you know it, Drift moves at an insane speed, making you cry out.
"D-Drift!"
He hears you and keeps going, he needed to bring you to the edge just one more time. While he loved the way you were making him feel, you still had a punishment to face. He couldn't let the pleasure get the best of him.
A couple more thrust is when you begin to feel yourself knot up. You started clenching for a longer period of time, indicating that you were close.
Then you felt the bliss you were waiting for. It was sudden and made your body go stiff, but Drift continued moving your body himself.
Although he knew you had begun climaxing, he forced himself slow down, causing your orgasm to go weak. You sobbed as he slowed down to a complete stop. You tried moving your hips, but he kept them still. You felt yourself throbbing around him as your weak orgasm wore off.
He waited for a couple minutes and started moving again, not taking it slow at first like he did last time. His hips moved against yours at a rapid pace, making your body jolt forward, but luckily he gripped onto your hips well. Your cries were constant at this point and you could feel your throat getting scratchy from using it to much.
Drift grunted louder as he felt himself getting closer. You were getting there as well, but he didn't care. You had your pleasure somewhat fulfilled, now it was his turn. His hips began to stutter and soon enough, he was going over the edge. You could feel something warm filling you up, besides his member, but that didn't matter right now, no matter how good he was filling you up. You whine as you are denied a second orgasm, leaving you a begging mess below.
Drift closed his eyes to calm his breathing, bringing himself back together. When he opens his eyes to look at you, the sight pleases him.
"W-want more." You beg, swerving your hips from side to side, but Drift only pulls out, making you groan.
"Be grateful you overloaded at all." Drift said, back to his normal tone.
He lets your hips fall to the mattress, but keeps your legs separated. He watches some of his blue seed begin to seep out and automatically plunges it back in with a finger.
"You are to keep all of this inside, do you hear me?" Drift ordered, using his finger to push all of his liquid back inside of you.
You whine in agreement. Finally he pulls his fingers out once he feels sure his fluid won't leak out again.
To your surprise, your gently flipped over. You watched tiredly as Drift grabs your underwear first, placing them up your legs before moving onto your shorts. You watched him reach over the edge of the bed again to grab a blanket you didn't before.
He covers you with the blanket, then moves to lay beside you, pulling you against him to hold you closer. The sun had started setting a couple minutes ago, so the blue sky was now pink and purple. Silence overcomes you two for a couple minutes, but something in your head keeps you from falling asleep. Even though you were wiped out.
"How did you plan all of this so quickly? Right when you you saw your swords, you told Bee immediately." You ask, using your finger to trace over his metal chest.
"I heard of your plan while you were speaking to Sideswipe."
You raise your head up in shock, your eyes trailing over his facial features. His eyes were closed, his face showing content.
"So you knew the whole time? Why didn't you stop us?"
The only reply you got was small smile and nothing else. You breath out a small laugh and lay your head back down.
"So this was your way of getting into my pants?"
The thought should have made you upset, but it didn't. Call it a crush or whatever, but you had always admired him from the sidelines.
"No."
The sudden word causes you to paused and you look up at him again.
"Huh?"
Drift opens his eyes to look at you, "My plan was to make you mine, not to simply get into your pants as you say."
Drift watched your face contorts to surprise, making him smile a little more. Your shocked expression turns soft and shortly after you begin smiling as well.
"So if I'm yours, does that also make you mine?" You ask with a playful smile.
I am still a lovestruck fool for your transformers stories. ESPECIALLY THE SMUT ONES AWOOOO
Can I kindly request a Drifr x Reader +18 :3
I believe that, whenever Drift interfaces with the human reader, he'd go for the eating out session
Like swerve, he is WHIPPED
Thank you qwq, I’m also sorry this took so long but I hope this is too your liking! I’m down bad for equally down bad bots.
Warnings : afab gn!reader, oral fem receiving.
Mdni! Adults only please!
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Drift prides himself on being level headed, to be the calm this ship of chaos needs, but even he can’t help himself but to indulge in his vice, you. Your human valve is this most addicting thing his glossa has ever crossed, he needs more, wants more, it’s never enough he can’t take it.
He’s shaking before he’s even helm first into your pussy. Mentally thanking Primus for allowing him the honor to have such a meal before him. The sound of your chuckle snaps him of his thoughts, glancing up your bare form to see your face, your hand covering your mouth as you ty to hold back your laughter.
You’ve been intimate with Drift long enough to know how ravenous he is over your wet heat, as if he’s never tasted anything so good before.
“Sorry…sorry I just..” he trails off, optics dipping back to your weeping slit. His servos move to your legs placing them over his shoulders, allowing him a perfect view of your organic valve.
He brings his thumbs to your labia, gently pulling them apart to see your cute hole twitching and clenching around nothing, optics flickering to your node and back to your hole. Between your legs, his favorite place to be.
“Drift, please don’t make me wait anymore.”
He trembles at the sound of your whiny voice pleading so sweetly at him to give you what you want, and he’s more than happy to. He kisses your inner thigh, as if to apologize for making you wait.
“Sorry, my spark, you are just too beautiful I can’t help but admire you beneath me like this.” He ex-vents, his engines at a low rumble as he tries to hard to control himself.
He wants to savor you more than anything, balancing work and rest being an eternal struggle, his time to lavish you in his adoring touches are few and far between, he wants to indulge in his desires, to make you feel good to savor all your sounds, taste, and reactions.
But Primus above he wants to ravish you, mark you, push his glossa deep into your needy hole and drink you right from the sorce, everyday it is a struggle to not fall before you and beg once more.
He doesn’t keep you waiting any longer, placing a wet kiss to your needy clit. Purring as you shakily sigh, leaning back against the pillows and blankets you previously set up on his berth. You look ethereal to him, your naked body twitching frm your ever growing pleasure, sweat sticking to your skin giving you a heavenly glow in the lights of his optics and low light of his habsuite.
Your thighs tremble feeling the vibrations of his revving engine on his glossa, which he slowly moves in slow circles around your pulsing nub before dragging it down to your leaking hole, lapping up any spilling slick and right back up.
“Drift….mm..!” You place your hands on top of his helm, tenderly rubbing across his metal to attempt to cling to him.
He could stay here for hours, lay with his helm right here, glossa licking you cling just for you to spill across it all over again with each lazy lap of his tongue. His hips bucking into the berth below him, the musky smell of your scent, the savory taste of your juices, the warm feeling of your thighs pressing to his cheeks and hands n his helm, all of it is overwhelming his senses.
A mix of his spit and your slick slide down his chin, yet he pays it no mind, focused on you and your messy pussy. Gentle climaxes slowly turning more and more intense the more sensitive you grow, yet the desperate bot doesn’t stop, he’s not even sure if he can. Your sobs and cries make his spike throb and valve weep, needing just a little more and he can cum, just a little more-
It’s not enough, it’s never enough, his addicting little love.
hello can you do, Yandere Getaway, Drift and Rodimus x Cybertronian fem reader, can it be Smut
*breathes deeply* I'm so normal about this. How did you know Roddy is my weakness?-
Warning : toxic behavior, Rodimus has ADHD, smut so MDNI, kidnapping, possessiveness, thoughts of harm. I did my best, I hope you enjoy! ^^
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Rodimus
- as the newest member of the Lost Light, you didn't really know about all the mini groups inside the ship, nor know how Rodimus gets treated (even if he deserves some of the lectures Ultra Magnus gives him.)
- He was a welcoming captain, and quite fun too! But you notice how he works or lack there of, how easily distracted he gets, how he tries but it doesn't seem to get him anywhere. You just wanted to try and help, even if you were just a simple bridge tech.
- It was your kindness that got his attention, when you first entered his office ready to report on how the ship has been fairing, you handed him the papers and an extra gift.
- His optics widen at the sight of a single handed spinning toy.
- "What's this?"
- "Oh, that, well I noticed you have trouble focusing on your work as being still seems to be a problem. So I figured a you'd do well with an object to mess with while you do so."
- You picked up his mannerisms quickly, but instead of just yelling at him to stop and focus, you...actually wanted to help him work?
- "Sir? I'm sorry if i over stepped, i didn't-"
- "Wanna grab lunch with me later? I know juuuust the place to chill." his smile is infectious, how could you say no?
- Rodimus latches onto you, becoming your second shadow and attached at the hip to you, if he wasn't working then he was with you, if no one could find him then he was with you.
- ultra Magnus asks for your secert, since he's never seen Rodimus work so quickly and efficiently. but you don't really have one, you just find ways to help him focus and praise him for doing so, and he just latched onto you.
- tragically no one seems to be able to get a word with you without Rodimus butting in putting space between you and whoever you were speaking too. ratchet has yelled at him to frag off more times than he can count, when just trying to patch you up. but all Rodimus does his whine and make grabby servos at you, cause he's just sooo worried.
- it's cute, at least at first.
- but he's overwhelming, he gets huffy and pissy when dragged away from you, he pouts and sulks whenever you speak to anyone else, you're his favorite bot so he should be yours too, right?
- you don't have a chance to make any friends on the lost light, all you have is Rodimus.
- he always surprises you while you work, always coming up behind you and resting his helm on your shoulder and nuzzling into you, giggling and speaking of how much he missed you and how boring the meeting was.
- it's hard to see him for what he really was.
- you think he loves you, and while he does it goes deeper than that, so, so much deeper, he's infatuated, smitten, obsessed.
- you're all he can think about, you're all his wants, he can't stand anyone else having your attention, it should just be him, him, him!
- you know you should say no when he asks you out, he's your captain, your superior, he place on the ship holds too much power over you. but it's Roddy, he's done so much for you and you do care deeply about him, surely it wouldn't hurt to give it a try?
"R-Roddy, slow-mm!- slow down!!"
You place a servo over your intake trying to muffle your sounds, not wanting anyone to pass by your habsuite to hear you getting fragged by your captain. You don't know what caused him to barge in and pin you to your berth, though you aren't complaining.
Rodimus buries his face into your neck, trying to lose himself into your valve, into your scent! But all he keeps thinking of is how you are his, not that stupid med bot who loved chatting you up! and you just let him, you indulged him when you have a perfectly good bot right here!
The dangers of Rodimus is his fragile ego.
Your voice cracks into static, as liquid fills your optics. It's too much, his spike keeps thrusting inside you so deeply, as if he's trying to mold your valve into the shape of him.
Your free servo grips his shoulder, trying desperately to hold him close. Your body trembles as his glossa licks up your neck cables before biting into them. You go still, shrieking into your servo, while you overload, your transfluid soaking his spike.
"You're mine, right? My sweetspark, gotta remind you I'm the only one who can frag you like this." Rodimus ex-vents sharply.
You overloaded so hard, you seem so out of it, surely you won't notice him opening your spark chamber, right? He could sparkbond with you right now and then you'll never leave him.
He can't stop rutting his hips into yours, needing more, needing to be closer, needing to feel you overload again and again! He never wants to stop, never wants you off his spike!
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Drift
- Out of the three Drift is self aware and knows what he feels for you is anything but healthy, you deserve an adoring, loving, and respectful relationship that he knows he can't give you.
- But that doesn't stop him, he feels so guilty about it but he needs you by his side, needs you clinging to him like he wishes to cling to you, he needs to be the only bot in your life.
- He tries to fight the dark thoughts, he swore to never kill again but Prowl is making it hard when even speaking to you. Drift doesn't want to harm his crew members but the demons inside him want to tear everyone to shreds to make an example out of them, that this would be anyones fate for speaking to you.
- Your kindness doesn't help either, normally you stick to yourself but happily talk when others approach you first, you don't like being rude, so you tell him.
- He was the first one to approach you and form a bond. He's your go to for nearly everything, he has a lot of stories and a lot of wisdom from those stories, it's hard not to ask for his opinion on anything.
- You ask his opinions on other crew members, and he always tells you the truth, giving you their worst traits first just so you're more likely to stay away from them. The only ones he couldn't make you stay away from were First aid and Ratchet, he wanted you to trust your medics and not fear going to them when needed.
- He doesn't like it, though. But all is well, as you play right into his servos. He feels so bad abusing your trust like this, but he can't risk losing you to anyone!
- "Apologies my little light, I don't mean to alarm you of anyone."
- "No no, it's fine, really! I'm just happy you're honest with me. I trust your judgment."
- The smile on your faceplate is one he wants to protect and keep for himself, he can't let anyone realize how precious you are, lest they want you fr themselves.
- Despite your courtship being short he can't help but ask to be bonded to you, this way your tie to him is permanent. He needs you.
"Drift, are you sure about this?" Your faceplate flushed blue from the energon coursing through you.
You look so bashful, it has his spark pumping. Drift smiles from his spot between your legs, gently running his servos up and down your inner thighs. Out of everyone he's the most gentle and loving.
"We don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with."
You believe him, you truly do, but it's hard to take his words seriously when you can see his spike twitching and valve leaking from here. You take a few shaky breaths, before leaning back on your elbows.
The room fills with the sound of your modesty plate being tucked away, and Drift's heavy breathing. All that kissing and gabbing eariler seems to have done a number on you, your valve is leaking transfluid, and your node just begging to touched.
"You are such a beautiful sight..." drift sighs, trailing off to wipe the drool coming from his intake.
You whimper, squeezing your optics shut just from his words alone. It's so embarrassing, and to have his face so close to your valve is not something you think you can handle right now.
You tense up, body trembling just from the wet kiss Drift places on your node. His servos gripping your thighs to hold you down, stopping you from squirming in his grasp. He's so gentle with you, even as his optics roll back from just the taste of your juices, drowning him in your scent.
You toss your helm back, back arching with a whine feeling your lover's glossa pushing into your valve, fragging you with it. Drift can't stop moving his hips, rutting against the berth, mindless from you.
'D-drift! Mm!..haaa, oh, oohh frag!" You place your servos over his, desperate to just hold him and be close.
You make him overload so easily, now if he can just do the same to you.
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Getaway
- Getaway is a tricky one, not even his closest 'friends' know how he truly is, though he is passionate about his beliefs. He usually has everyone believing he's a cool dude and chill crew member, some find him annoying but nothing to worry about, right?
- Then there is you, you, you , you.
- You saw right through him, you have no evidence, nothing to call him out on, but the vibes he gives off have you on edge, and you make your distaste for him known. But cutely enough you never let it get in between work.
- Always so civil with him, always bare minium polite and nothing more, always shooing him away and out of your office the second what he's there for is over with. You're breaking his spark, you know?
- He always finds a way to bother you, chatting you up, nd trying to sweeten you up, but it never works.
- Why does he want you so badlt? He has most of the ship chill with him, what makes a difference if one bot doesn't like him? He asked himself that a lot, as most of the crew just chalked it up to conflicting personalities and left it to that, after all not ever bot is going to get along, and that's okay! But it wasn't okay, not for him.
- At first it was just to prove a point, just to show no one can resist his charm, but you never caved, in fact if anything it just made you loathe him more.
- "I don't know how muc clearer I can be, I have told you time and time again to stop bothering me outside of work reason. Is your life and friends so miserable and dull that this is your only entertainment?"
- The venom in your voice just made him want you ee=ven more.
- You never caved to him, never gave him the time of day, it made him crazy.
- He knew your schedule like the back of his servo, knew when you took breaks, got lunch, paused to stretch, your places to be, even the code to get into your habsuite!
- You became his obsession, his need, he wanted you, needed you, and your refusal just makes his need that much deeper. You take over his every waking thought, you are his everything and he needs you to like him, to want him just the same!
- Maybe things could've been different, maybe then you wouldn't have been taken by him in the middle of a cycle. He has to keep you to himself, after all it's only a matter of him before he completes his mission or gets found out, and he doesn't want to lose you.
"Why do you keep resisting me? How many times must I tell you I love you before you accept it?" Getaway places a servo on your cheek, only for you to thrash, getting his touch off of you.
Even tied up and gagged you still refuse him. You care at him, optics shining with a deep seeded fire. How you can still look so beautiful, even while wishing him dead his beyond him, but he can't help it.
"Even now you refuse me. I want to bond our sparks, to wed you, have you join me and my cause, and you still don't budge."
Silence fills in the air. His optics on yours, neither of you caving or looking away from the others.
"Even so filled with rage, I can't help but adore you. Keep looking at me, even if it's with hatred, I never want you to look at another. You are my sweetspark, and mine alone, got it?"
He can only hide you for so long you're sure of it, he can't keep you forever and you will make sure to be free and tell the crew to their face you were right all along. It's the only thing keep you motivated to stay strong.
To now cower or fall for his flowery words.
But how long can you truly last?
You know he's not above causing harm, or even killing someone, he might even try to flip the story on you if you don't play your cards right.
[Transformers Cyberverse]
Drift/Deadlock x WheelJack's sister reader
Note: Got this idea when i was re-thinking about some fanfic i have read, and so this oneshot was born, have fun my lovelies <3
Warning: Slight dark moment
You and Drift's first meeting was a banger to say the least.
It was during the time when you were helping your brother WheelJack, on another invention he have made, thou it is a prototype, but he really wanted someone to test it on.
And so here you are, goten drag out of your sweet room, just to be holding a makeshift bomb in your servo.
Your fraim have been cover with armor to protect you IF this doesn't goes as bland, knowing your brother's luck on things to go smoothly, your bound to get a not so smooth punch in the faceplate by an explosion saying " hello, long time no see ".
Curst you and your love for your brother, you shall be MISS.
( dramatick bling bling )
You stand there and watches as your brother give you a digit countdown from 3, 2, 1, then he press the button on his servo, the device vibrate in your servo, you close your optic.
But when it didn't immediately blow up, you open one optic, only for it to blew up, and you were flung outside of his work shop, your card frame colliding with someone else's frame.
Drift was just heading back to his room before something heavy knock him to the ground, then found out that, that something is a someone, a femme no less, why is she so heavy?
As Drift's front was press against the floor, making him uncomfortable, the femme quickly got up and apologise for sitting him to deaf.
Drift pays no mind to her as he got up and quickly walk away, leaving a confused Y/n in the proces.
After that you didn't meet him for a few days, and yo be honest, you are quite curious of him, he seems like a good guy, not to mention his frame, it looks kinda like what the human called samurai.
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The second time you two met is when the autobot decided to celebrate for some reason, you didn't know why, you just now know of this when your friend Arcee, drag you out of your sweet sweet room, you can even hear your berth calling for you.
Getting there, you ask her why can't i stayed in my room, she just responded with a chuckle and said that it is a surprise party for Optimus.
You watch as the prime activated his battle mask when the entire group of autobot shouted surprise at the prime, making you think if you should head back to your room or not.
But that idea was cut short when you spotted the same same meck you met long ago, in the disdent, talking to Arcee, wait did she know about him?
You swiftly make your way to the samurai looking bot, some bot even said hi to you, and you responded with a wave of your servo.
Once you got closer, you notice that Arcee have notice you making your way to them, and with a green she greeted you.
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"Hey there girl, care to join us?" She greet, the meck that have gotten distracted by something else, turn and notice you coming.
"Hey Arcee, looks like you made a new friend." You said, before standing next to your said friend.
"You got that right, Drift here is a former Decepticon, and he is really good with sword." Arcee explain, Drift seaming a bit embarrass about it.
"Wait how come i never heard of this till now?" You question.
"Oh i don't know, maybe because you barely leaves your room?" Arcee said, smirking when you give her a playful glare.
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Drift stand there, not knowing if he should say anything or not.
Arcee notice that you not grab yourself a cup of energon, and left to get you and herself some, leaving the both of you alone while all the bot's around them chatted on something.
You stand there, watching as some bot walk around, energon in servo, before he introduce himself as Drift, and you did the sam.
Drift have no idea what he was doing, he have never been this awkward with others before, Arcee just suddenly talking to him as if their best friends.
Maybe that's how the two of you were friends, seeing your nervus side, he now notice how clean your frame looks.
The first time he have meted you is when your frame was chard and smell of burnt.
Now that he is seeing you in your cleaner stade, he notice how you smell of lavender and a hint of rose, what is this feelings inside his spark?
Arcee came back with the energon, and handed to you, noticing Drift's optick on you, she got an idea and left, saying that someone have called her to talk.
Few minute have pass, and you two started making small conversation.
WheelJack walk to you two, a bit surprised to see you talking to someone other than Arcee, he feel proud of you opening up to other bot.
Then he walk up to you two and handed the badge for the both of you.
You give your brother a sceptical look, silently asking if this would blow up once you put it on your frame.
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"Oh c'mon sis, it's not gonna blow up, i already tested it." WheelJack said before giving the second one to Drift, the said bot thanked him and put it on.
"Fine, but if this blow up, your paying my energon for the next week." You said, then finally put the badge on.
Your brother gives you a wink before walking to hand more of his badges to other mecks and femmes, and you two went back to talking, knowing why your brother winked at you.
After awhile have pass, your vision suddenly become blank, you can feel yourself moving, but you are not controlling your frame, hitting some bot, and feeling yourself being punch.
When you could control your frame again, you were choking Drift on the ground, with you sitting atop of his frame.
You quickly let go of his neck cable, and help him up, apologising for your action.
When you two got back, every bot was awkward, standing there and just looking around, not feeling the need to continue the celebration.
Then Optimus started dancing, with the same music in the background.
Seeing this, many bots started joining him, doing their own unique dace, and just having fun.
Drift looks down at you, seeing your peggy moving in sync with the beat of the music.
Taking a deep vent, his servo take yours and drag you with him on the dance floor.
You didn't mind it, feeling your spark peatting faster the longer he held on your servo.
Finally on the dancefloor, you both dance together with the crowd of dancing meck and femmes around you both, only paying attention to one another as you both dance in sync with the music.
Arcee sees this and beckon her friends, Grimlock, Wind Blade, Cromia, Bumble Bee, Cheetor and Hot Rod to watch you and Drift dance together.
With them already planing you two's future together, smirking with each other.
