I think it’s incredibly under utilized that seekers (or any mech with doorwings or wings in general) have sensitive wings.
This is entirely my wing play kink showing, but it’s been shown at least in some shows that their wings are delicate, meaning clusters of sensitive wires are there, and can be used to inflect pain as they are made of thinner metal and can ground fliers making them weaker.
But also meaning imagine walking up behind Astrotrain and gently gliding your servo across his wing and watching him jump out of his metal, all flustered and huffy like his spike didn’t slam into his modesty panel.
Or Starscream being in a mood, yet so easy to bring him down as you start dragging your digits down his wing to the base, massaging them until he’s creaming behind his modesty panel.
On the flip side, while Prowl doesn’t show much behind his resting bitch face, it’s noticeable to you as he’s leaning into your touch so lightly, like he doesn’t want to give away his enjoyment.
While Bluestreak is GONE, you touch his doorwings he’s already putty in your servos and transfluid leaking down his legs.
I’m thinking something with starscream!? Like smut with a dom starscream and sub reader where he bends her over and overstimulates her pls🙏
Bro did you shoot like some CIA brainwave thingy at me because the night before I had a dream about Starscream and today I’ve been thinking about him all day. Poorest meow meow, most evil loser, fucked up princess
Starscream x Reader, AFAB gender neutral reader, racially ambiguous, overstimulation, g/t, brat taming, finger fucking, slight breeding kink, degradation
Starscream wasn’t known for his patience. He constantly jumped on every opportunity to overthrow Megatron that came his way but somehow Starscream managed so be methodical.
Impatient and methodical.
Maybe more so impulsive and methodical.
He jumps in leaps and bounds to conclusions, always the worst ones. Starscream wasn’t the easiest to get along with by any means yet here you were always by his side. Soft little human form perched atop his shoulder and hugging his helm. Tiny, flesh fingers dancing over his wings as he allowed himself to rest into a recharge state. You were his and Starscream made that very clear.
“Too big!” You cried drool dripping from your mouth and onto Starscream’s desk. Your ass was propped up over Starscream’s arm in the air while your lower body was slumped against the cool metal of his personal desk. His other servo was busy pushing two of his digits into your wet hole.
“I’ve seen you take larger,” Starscream said smugly. “You have no business complaining about taking two of my fingers.”
You moaned as he scissored your hole open. You managed to take his digits down to the second joint and covered them in your dripping arousal. “I can’t believe how greedy you are,” Starscream scolded as he set a brutal pace fucking his fingers into you hard enough to push your body forward. “Speaking to Thundercracker like that,” Starscream huffed as you moaned out for him pathetically. “Is your human valve really so desperate to be filled you’d take any Cybertronian spike that came your way?”
You shook your head desperately. “No! No I only need yours!” Tears welled up in your eyes at the feeling of having your poor pussy brutalized by Starscream’s fingers. “Hm,” Starscream stopped pulverizing your sweet hole for a second to think. “I don’t believe you.” He added a third finger giving you no time to adjust as he returned to his previous pace.
“Please! I only want you!” You wailed feeling your wetness leaking around where his fingers plugged you. “Please!”
Starscream smirked at your reaction reveling in your pathetic form. “Prove it.”
He pulled his servo away from your body taking his fingers out of your slick hole with a schlick. Starscream brought his digits to his intake cleaning off your arousal with his glossa.
You panted watching him over your shoulder. His lascivious display did nothing to help you catch your breath. You turned your body over so you were on your back propping yourself up on your elbows with your legs spread.
Starscream simply sat back in his chair with a smirk plastered on his stupid, handsome face. You pouted at your lover completely furious with how smug he could be.
“Don’t tell me you’re already scared?” Starscream teased releasing his modesty plate with a hiss. His spike sprung to life slapping against his abdomen. You tried your best not to melt at the sight of his fully erect cock and kept your grimace firmly in place.
Starscream gave a firm stroke of his spike before frowning down at you. “I don’t think you want to learn what I do with brats,” he warned with a scowl.
“Takes one to know one,” you snap back with an all too proud smile.
You felt the air shift for the worse as Starscream’s turbines whirled loudly. He pounced slamming his hand down to grab you as you skittered backwards like a crab. “I shouldn’t have to put up with this attitude,” Starscream growled grabbing you around your waist. You shrieked at the sudden motion of being brought to Starscream’s lap.
His spike throbbed between your thighs as the tip beaded transfluid against your chest.
“I generously let you lay on my berth,” Starscream started as he pulled your body upwards so your cunt dragged along his spike. “I amuse your little human antics.” He pushed the tip of his spike against your clit letting his transfluid lubricate down your vulva. “And you still continue to behave like a brat!” Starscream reeled his hips back then pushed forwards stuffing the head of his spike inside of your hole.
You grabbed onto his wrists as your whole face scrunched up in pain. “I think for once I’m going to take what I want from this little organic valve,” Starscream purred with a sharp thrust. You cried out his name pressing the bottom of your feet against his thigh plating. “Such a lovely little hole to fuck,” Starscream said punctuating the last word with a deep rolling thrust.
He kept a steady rhythm using you like a toy. Your cries and squirming only did more to excite him. Your hole felt raw from his fingers previously abusing it and now his spike stretching you to your limit. Tears streamed down your face as you babbled out praises and cries of pain. Starscream seemed all too pleased with how you writhed against his spike. Your squishy body so tender in his servo he could crush you like a bug. The way you gushed and squeezed around his spike made his cooling fans sputter in bliss.
“Say it,” Starscream barked stilling his thrusts. You cried out in protest at him ceasing his movement. “Say that you’re my hole to overload in.”
You whine in embarrassment and softly repeat what he had said.
Starscream pinched your clit harshly earning a cry of pain from you. “Don’t test me, human,” Starscream growled. “Try again and be louder this time.”
“I’m your hole to overload in,” you said breathlessly. Starscream huffed still not satisfied. He flicked at your sensitive pussy making you yelp.
“I’m your hole to overload in!” Your voice rang out.
Satisfied with your display of submission, Starscream grabbed you around your waist and lifted your body up and down his spike. You went limp in his servo having every ounce of your being controlled by Starscream’s drive to cum in you. “I want you to thank me for interfacing with this filthy organic valve,” Starscream spat.
“Thank you Starscream!” You cried feeling yourself pushed far past your limits.
“Unlike you,” Starscream started with a grunt. “I don’t go around taking whatever spike comes my way.”
“I don’t-“
“Shut up,” Starscream barked. “As I was saying, I don’t just interface with anyone so you better feel special to even brush up against my interface panel.”
You nod giving breathless thanks to your lover. Starscream smirked all too satisfied with his fuck toy.
His spike twitched and writhed inside of your gripping cunt. The wet noises produced by your conjoined bodies mingled with your croaking thanks to have your pussy used by your lover made Starscream dizzy with lust. “I’m surprised how you managed to stay so tight,” Starscream hissed. He could feel his release crawling its way through his circuits. “With such a floozy lifestyle I was sure you’d be gaping for any spike that came your way.”
You cried out apologies and continued raining your gratitude onto Starscream. “I don’t want any spike but yours!” You cried feeling your lower body throb in ecstasy.
Starscream swore under his breath trying not to let his hips falter. His little human so beautifully submissive in his grasp. He could be as mean as he wanted to you and still control how you clench your thighs in arousal. “Tell me what you need,” Starscream panted his thrusts becoming erratic.
“Fill me,” you panted squirming in his iron grip. “Please! Fill me with your transfluid!”
Starscream whined your name pushing his spike into you frantically. His optics were squeezed shut as he sneered in pleasure. Your velvet walls were gripping him trying to milk him dry as transfluid spilled from his needy spike. Your combined juices leaked around where he plugged your hole. Starscream’s frantic thrusting didn’t cease until his lower body was shaking. You only shivered and groaned in delight at being so full. You could feel your womb stretching to accommodate the load your lover delivered deep into you.
Starscream’s fans blared in the silence of the room. His tired optics trained on your sweaty body. “My love,” Starscream panted giving you another thrust that made you cry. “Don’t act like I’m finished taking what I want from you just yet.”
Any Male Character x Non-Gender Specific Reader (Smut)
(Drabble)
Rating: 18+
TW: Reader riding and taking a cock, I suppose. Both the character and the reader have dominant and submissive qualities, they flip between the two. Biting, Marking (kind of), Fighting for control, Cumming Inside, RAW DOGGIN' IT. (That is BY FAR my favorite tag to add, I think the phrase is so fucking funny. I have no idea how to tag this though, seriously, I don't know. Read it and see!
C/N: Character's name.
(Note: I have a mild crush on Grace from the Hail Mary Project.. Can you tell? Not me tagging this under some of my fictional crushes tags or anything- don't mind me- I'm just over here... must've been the wind. 👀)
His shuddered groans fill the room, punctuating every thrust, each one hangs in the air almost as if to softly sing praises to you for your hard work. It's like music ringing in your ears, his stuttered, needy noises echoing loudly throughout the closed space...
You almost wish they would never end.
"Hhh... hHh.. A-Ah!~ UgHn... Hhh!"
He breathlessly marks you, his supple lips brush against your sensitive neck as he leaves a careful trail of gentle kisses with an occasional rambunctious bite, just to prove that you're his.. None too hard, yet each is just enough to leave you practically begging for more. Your legs and core tremble and tighten, pulsing around his rock hard cock, both from the tender, loving care of each peck he's so graciously rewarding you with and the unwavering friction of his dick pumping deep within you, sliding along just the right spot.
He gasps sharply as you press a passionate kiss against his clavicle before giving it a small nip or two, and you relish in the loud moan you earn as you slither your tongue across it and you slam yourself down harder onto his girth, ruining your once even pace and somehow, miraculously, taking him in even deeper..
He can feel each and every groove inside you, every clench of your core, every pulse of your heart through your tight, swollen hole as you steadily and mercilessly ride him...
You're doing such a good job for him, but this isn't enough.. he wants more, he needs... more. He needs to be as close to you as possible, he needs to hear you cry out his name as you come undone, and he needs it to be because of his hard work, not your own. You've had your fun, it's his turn now.
He lightly tangles a hand within your hair as he lifts his other from being gripped tight on your ass and tenderly tilts your head up to pull you into a kiss, immediately locking tongues with you. The slick, rhythmic sounds of your dripping wet hole and his sex meeting one another and the stifled moans of you and your partner are all you hear as you carefully settle to a slower pace between his legs, grinding breezily as you begin to feel yourself start to unravel.
Heat rises from the tips of your toes to the top of your head, spreading to every part of you, it's almost euphoric. You swear you feel like you're going to explode as your tongues gracefully yet precisely twist and lave around one another, it's almost as if they're doing a sort of dance.. Then suddenly, he nips your lip, smacks your ass, and flips you over onto your back before pinning you beneath him. His hands rest to either side of you, holding him up so he may take a good look at you. You huff, what an abrupt way to break a kiss!
Holy shit- What the fuck? That was fast!
He smugly cocks a brow in response to your shocked expression before shooting you a small wink and slamming himself into you, grinding and rolling his hips at the exact pace and in the exact spots that he knows drives you fucking nuts, just to irk you, just to send you over the edge before him.
Damn it! He does this every time!
You sigh poutily before breathlessly gripping the sheets below you in a sad attempt to steady yourself, to no avail, the pillow beneath your head begins to scoot along with you and starts to bunch up as he ruthlessly and relentlessly thrusts into you. You take a good look at him, admiring his flushed face, the sweat pooling on his brow, and his persistence despite himself.
Damn it, he's hot.. He drives you crazy and that drives you crazy!
He's more than determined to leave you speechless and feeling thoroughly loved tonight. He'll be damned if you're not going to bed happy!
Reluctantly, not wanting to release the somewhat mentally grounding and physically stabling cotton tucked tight in your grip, you press a hand against the headboard behind you since the sheets are more than out of place at this point and are aiding you none other than maybe helping you not cum instantaneously. It's the only thing you can really think to do to try to stay in one place since fuck-ass over here has decided to be fiesty tonight.
You practically scream out in pleasure, you begin to feel tears well in the corners of your eyes.. It's all so overwhelming, every movement shoots electricity through your veins, and each thrust you think you're going to spill over, only to last a little longer. Is he purposefully riding you out right now? It all feels so good, you can't even tell. If he's edging you, he has hell to pay later! It's one thing when you try not to cum and it's a whole other when he teases you!
He attentively watches you, your every expression, every shiver, every bead of sweat that slides down from your forehead, and every drop of drool that dibbles down from the corners of your lips as you truly begin to lose yourself within him as he does every time with you.
He takes great pride in being able to love you so deeply.. he knows you love it too.~
As he feared, however, he is most definitely not immune to your beauty, the mere thought of you being even remotely turned on by him alone would be more than enough to fuel him until his very wits' end... But to watch you? Let alone feel you? To take pride in every little detail of you as he shows you just how much he adores and cherishes you? It's all so much.. almost too much... almost. Your whiny noises, the tears starting to run down your cheeks, your face contorting in pleasure, your soft body beneath him, jiggling with every thrust, wriggling and conforming for him, the sound of your sopping wet, tight hole getting even wetter from his own slick.. and the fact it's dripping out and mixing with yours in a beautiful array of marbled liquids all across the sheets... And then those eyes.. you love him, don't you? Just look at them, laced with adoration.. and so are his.
You're driving him fucking crazy and you don't even realize it, do you? His speed quickens out of spite, you WILL know how much he loves you, that you drive him bonkers, just you wait!
His brows furrow and pleasure dances across his features as he struggles to keep his pace, but he perseveres nontheless. Your mind slows, you can barely think, and you can hardly focus on anything else but him. His musky scent, his kind, focused eyes, his piercing stare, and the feeling of his slickened skin and body hair raking across yours. Nonetheless, you can ever so slightly make out the sounds of your combined heated pants and feel as they act as an invisible blanket, wrapping around your nude forms as a sort of extended essence of you both. You both always live and breath each other, especially right now.
Just maybe I could..?
You reach up in an attempt to flip the tables, to maybe top him once more, only to give in and just cling to him instead, wrapping your arms around him lazily as you lavish in the feeling of being so close. You've fallen far too deep into this to stop it now, all you can do is pray he keeps going and doesn't tease you too much. He chuckles at you, feeling your trembling arms wrap loosely around his neck as he fucking wrecks you is just too cute. You reach down and give his ass a hardy smack in retaliation.
What the fuck? Giving you attitude and shit.. You were fucking him earlier, just wait until next time. Next time you won't even give him the chance!
"Hah ha haha! I'm sor-ry sweetheart, I d-didn't mean- it like tha-t."
He replies breathlessly in a shushed tone, hardly able to get it out between his stifled moans and the few that slipped out anyway despite his hardest efforts.
You snicker at him, which only makes him roll his eyes and hit a particularly tender spot within you as punishment, you arch your back and groan, only to tighten around him and nearly bring him to the edge with you. Looks like his plan backfired, huh? He moans alongside you as he lowers his head next to yours, resting it on the barely able to be called so anymore, pillow. Really, he just wants to be closer to you.
Ah yes! The perfect spot for you to hear his shivering breaths.
"Y..Y/N.."
He practically whimpers out as he waveringly continues his pace, you gently rub his glistening with sweat back as support and give him a small peck on the cheek.
"I know b-baby.. you're so clo-se. I can feel y-you pulsing too, yo-u know."
You mumble into his ear, he smirks at your shaky voice before he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, stifling his shameful sounds, yet also giving you a better view. He lowers himself onto you, practically settling flush against you as he really begins to drill into your fucking hole.
F-Fuck! That's all I needed? Really?
You feel that knot inside you wind tighter and tighter upon him getting closer until you finally begin to hit your edge, you throw your head back and scream out his name in ecstasy, just like he wanted, this is just what he's strived for.
"C/N! A-AhH!"
He stiffens upon hearing you call him and as you arch your back one final time, he pushes himself flat against you and sobs out a groan into the nonexistent pillow as he too hits his end. His movements become even more unsteady, erratic, and desperate as he thrusts so deep into you that you begin to believe that his cock's simply a part of you now. You feel his warm tears drip onto your shoulder as he comes undone against you, and you ruffle his hair despite your own pulsing hot clenches to comfort him.
It makes him giggle quietly to himself, you're so caring. Don't you know it's of pleasure, not pain? ..Not to say too much pleasure isn't a type of pain at a certain point, in a way.
Fuck! The feeling of him filling me-
His hot seed spews into you, coating everything. Coating inside you, spilling out onto your thighs, onto his thighs, onto the practically soaking wet, crumpled sheets below you... In fact, there's so much, you bet he could bore a fucking army with it. He laughs wildly, yet sweetly at you as you wiggle and squirm under him, biting your lip as you fight to take every drop of sweet slick he offers you. It genuinely flusters the shit out of him, how kind you are and how wonderfully you treat him. He can only hope that you feel the same about him.
"...I'm s-o lucky to have you.."
He whispers as he finally settles his shivering self against you, struggling to catch his breath alongside you. He nestles his dick inside you to really keep all his hard work in there to stew for a bit. You nervously snicker at his kind words before you press a small, tender kiss against his ear and lean your head against his.
"..I'm the lucky one... babe."
You reply, your voice is so hoarse from all the caterwauling you've been doing for the past hour or so. At least he had enough sense to whisper afterward. Nonetheless, your words and actions make him crack a little smile.
"No.."
He retorts as he shuffles about, the sound of the mattress squeaking and the sheets ruffling alerts you more than him raising up.. You were just getting comfy! He thrusts once more, nice and hard, and promptly bites his lip and squints his eyes as he gazes down at you before he hums dangerously, a moan just barely stifled. You laugh.. the lovely sound of your laughter always manages to bring a big smile to his face and he can't seem to help but let it grace his lips as he enjoys listening to you laugh at him.. albeit lovingly, but still at him... Much like how he was at you earlier. The turns have tabled. He slowly slips out of you and collapses beside you, making you bounce from the impact on the mattress. The feeling of his oozing seed leaking from you makes you writhe a bit, which makes him laugh at you once again. You pop his pec spitefully before you scoot a bit closer to him, he makes you mad sometimes.
Seriously..? That's not nearly close enough at all...
He reaches over and snatches you up, pressing you right against his chest, his arms wrapped snuggly around you.
"Now that's a cuddle! ....I.. I love you, Y/N.."
He admits somewhat sheepishly.. at least this time you could hear how hoarse his voice is. You almost feel bad, but he did about as much damage to yours too, so it's fair, in your mind.
"I love you too, baby."
You reply accidentally just as shyly as him, and he giggles at you again, OF COURSE. You lightly smack his pec once more with the back of your hand before you nuzzle into him..
He's so warm and cozy... he's making you a tad bit sleepy. But to be completely fair, you did just have an incredible orgasm.. so it's not all him.... Even though he's the one that made it happen.
As you begin to nod off a bit, he rests his chin on the top of your head, then sighs deeply, throughly enjoying your presence. He too is a bit sleepy because of the spectacular orgasm you gave him and by you being by his side, easing any troubles he may have wrestling around his mind. He gently rubs circles into you to lull you further as he slowly begins to drift off with you.
He's like 90% sure he did a good job..... Okay, 80%. He's fairly certain, so he's gonna rest happy and proud. And you know you did a good job.
[ transformer reader, random smut, established relationship] ⚠️MDNI
Maybe older couple core ? Tfa Ratchet in mind!!
Blurb! Nothing substantial but a thought I had. I'm very new to transformers so I apologize if this isn't very good. Not profread!
Imagine oldhead husband Ratchet, grumpy, always frustrated but imagine if he's totally whipped by you?
I mean he's a conjunx pleaser, devoted, completely devoted to loving you.
If you give him that glare when he's acting a fool he'll immidiately apologize, pat your hand and do his best to act cheery. Bumblebee thinks it's hilarious.
But you worry, he's always working and barely resting, if ever. When's the last time you two did anything really? Your memory chip can't really recall because it's been so long!
And look at him..just so determined, with that cute grumpy aged expression on his face..it gets your wires hot.
So one day while he's working, you come in, knowing full well what you're gonna do, and you make your move.
"Hello sweetspark.." Ratchet barley glanced up as you with a grumble as you kissed at his cheek. You two are lovey dovey! It's normal! Except..
You kept going. He froze as you nipped at his faceplate before continuing to his cable wires as he shut his eyes and leaned back in his chair
What am I ever going to do with you..." And that's how you two are how you are.
You're on Ratchet's lap as he's tiredly lounging in the chair, his old thick spike throbbing as he bucked up into you in time with your tender bounces. Leaning down you capture his intake in another kiss, as he rubs your back with his servo, sighing against your lips as he mumbled.
"I could stand to take breaks more often with you when you aren't busy..." Ratchet groaned
