#wildwheel

[yellowstabilizingservo-06]

Saw someone talk about a cowboy au and I find it funny if Wildwheel in that au isn’t a cowboy at all. Like he’s a fine bri’ish gentlemech travelling overseas to see what’s all the commotion.

[yellowstabilizingservo-06]

Tfa Blackarachnia and Cyberverse Wildwheel being friends.

[revelverse]

Hello its me, the letmerizzyouup anon. Did i rizz you? Probably not lol but i wanted to add on my thoughts. Whenever im reading smut i would read it with a bored, straight looking face BUT id be blushing and giggling when fluffy fics are a bit suggestive. Idk why maybe its just a me thing.

There was a time when id be reading smut and i barely realised someone next to me was also silently reading the fic with me. We both kinda gave each other side eyes before focusing on the fic again lol

Anyywayy i wasnt sure whether to sent this to your rvlboo blog or this since its kinda spicy(?). I dunno if its okay to send somewhat spicy asks to ur boo blog so its in here instead. i just thought itd be fun to share my thoughts, have a good day revel!

Nah, I get it 🤣 I personally prefer the fluffy stuff. 🔞 MDNI Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Warm

Wildwheel x Reader

• “It’s nothing. A scratch,” he rumbles trying to pull his hand away as you sit in his lap while he’s mass displaced. Insisting on cleaning his wounds even though he’s tried to tell you he’s fine. Little stuff like this his self repair can easily deal with. And even though he’s much stronger, he doesn’t bother yanking his hand away. Letting you disinfect a nothing scratch to keep it from potentially rusting because you need to do this for him. Because you seem to find some self worth in doing this and he can’t take that away even as he doesn’t really understand it.

• Carefully cleaning out the shallow scratch in his living metal skin, you know he thinks you’re being silly. That this isn’t necessary, but it’s about all you can do for him. Sometimes feel so useless out here far from home. Gripping his big hand in both of yours, you’re so focused that you startle when the servos of his other hand brush your chin. “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon,” he says, a servo feathering over your bottom lip as your face heats. “Bots like me? We’re survivors.” Know that. Had realized that when you’d gotten an inkling how vast the gap between your lifespan and his is. That you’re a blip in his long existence and that hurts.

• Your eyes are so sad his spark aches when they meet his optics, your field feeling like rain washing over him. Where did your mind just go? “Will you remember me?” You ask so softly he almost misses it. ‘You’re with me,’ he growls, servos gently gripping your chin. ‘The Pit can take the rest of the universe, you’re with me.’ Why do have to look at him like that? Gathering you against his chassis, he vents, mouth brushing the corner of yours. ‘You’re not going anywhere and neither am I,’ he adds, annoyed when you don’t smile. Don’t laugh and tease.

• His mouth covers yours in a warm slide as he leans and you’re laid down on his berth, his frame coming down to cover you mindful of his weight. Reaching to hang onto him, you slide your tongue against the seam of his lips and he lets you in with a groan. Can feel his big hands sliding over you, his touch possessive and almost too rough. Want to believe his words. That this can last, but you know it can’t. Not when his kind live millions of years and your kind is lucky to get eighty. Feel his spike pressurize between your bodies as his glossa tangles with your tongue. Want to believe he’ll miss you even though that feels so petty. That he won’t forget you.

• Can’t stop touching you, hands sliding under your clothes to find skin and ground himself in the feel of you as his hips rock against you. Will he remember you? Like you have no fragging idea that you’re everything? Isn’t sure if there’d be anything left of himself without you there. Even trying to imagine going back to his life before, to not having you there just pisses him off. Isn’t letting anything happen to you. Isn’t leaving you. You’re just fragging stuck with him.

[revelverse]

You know who I haven't seen smut of lately?

Wildwheel..

I wanna ride that cowboy till his frame gives out 😛

Yes 🤣 🔞 MDNI Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Needy

Wildwheel x Reader

• Groaning as his head falls back against the berth, his hat gets pushed up and tips across his face as his jaw clenches. Hands gripping your waist as your hips roll and it takes a force of will to not drive up into your slick heat. To let you have your way as you buck and move on him. Hears you gasp his name, feels your muscles trembling as your movements become erratic, more urgent. Soft hands grip his servos and he growls, head turning to try to nudge his hat off. Needing to see you and unwilling to let go of you.

• Staring down at him as you bounce on his spike, you’re so close. Body strung tight and he shakes his head slightly, his hat falling off and those optics are hungry as he stares up at you. His servos flexing and smoothing against your sides as he rumbles. Leaning back slightly and trusting him to hang onto you so you don’t fall backwards against his thighs, you grind against him, chasing that angle you need as you gasp. “Harder,” he growls, a hand sliding up your side, mapping you out and you roll your hips, riding him.

• Loves the way you look chasing pleasure, your head thrown back and eyes hooded. Face flushed as you make those needy noises that are only for him. And you shatter with a gasp, fisting his spike as his hands tighten on you. And he’s lifting his own hips, driving up into you as you moan his name. Managing a handful of hard thrusts before he’s shuddering with his overload to fill you. Pulling you down to lay on top of him as his spike pulses inside you, he doesn’t want to pull out. Not yet. Wanting to savor that feeling of connection, the warm, blissful hum of your pleasure washing into him through your field.

• Breathing raggedly as you come down from your high, you reach out to trace a new scrape in his chassis. Hate when he comes back hurt, sometimes bleeding. Know his work is dangerous, but that he loves it. And you can’t bring yourself to ask him to stop being who he is for you. “Just a scratch,” he growls and you lay your cheek against him, feeling his chin brush the top of your head as his hand smoothes up your spine. Relaxing into the intimacy of his hands sliding over your body and his still pressurized spike buried deep inside you, your eyes close.

• Knows you’re worrying about him. That you always do when he goes out. He’s also pretty sure that’s why you frag him within an inch of his life on sight when he returns. That worry and fear shifting to heat and need. Reassuring yourself that he’s okay. Understands that need, because he always wants you after a close call. Needs to lose himself in the feel of you. Grounding himself with you. Brushing a kiss against your temple, he feels your fingertips skimming the mesh of his neck as your heart races against him. Unicron himself couldn’t keep him from coming back home to you.

[pikaisragingmad]

March of Robots 2026 - Day 6

[sassycandypoetry]

WILDWHEEL'S IN CYBERWORLD HOLY FRAG

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

I’m thinking about cyberverse wildwheel rn do you have anything to talk about him :3

not much but... I was thinking of how he would be as a parent and

this beautiful images graced my Pinterest feed. now i headcanon that if he'd ever have a sparkling or took in one, hes tying them in a cloth or something to keep them to his side and not fall off.

him as a father/sire/mentor figure... whatever you wanna call it would be kind of hilarious because he's super laid back about it. he doesn't know exactly what to do but he's somehow very chill about it. he is not stressed at all.

he's whipping out his kidding from the side like they're his gun

[revelboo]

Question! Would you be willing to write for Wildwheel in Transformers cyberverse? I like the sexy cowboy decepticon after spotting him.

I mean look at him, he's HAWT

I’d never heard of him and had to go watch the episode on Prime. Good bot gone so bad? Yes, please. I really need to watch RiD and Cyberverse. 🔞 mass displaced mech 🌶️

Ride

Wildwheel x Reader

• Rumbling softly as he closes the ramp of the ship behind himself, he clears the dust from his vents. “We playing games? Hide and seek?” He growls as he moves through the ship, looking for you and he spots movement, head turning to track you. “There’s my little spark flower.” Those lovely, defiant eyes flick up to him as he hungrily watches you, that sheer, voluminous covering he’d found you from some organic merchants doing little to hide the shape of you with how sheer it is. “You miss me, darlin?”

• “Depends on if you brought me something,” you counter, playing his game. Acting like nothing bothers you. “Did you?” And he chuckles, but then you know he did. Always does. Watch him pull a crate out of thin air, from subspace he’d explained once, but it’s still magic to you as he pries the lid off and you smile seeing the heavy, red alien fruit he knows you like and can actually eat without getting sick.

• “Greedy little thing,” he says, lips twitching as he uses the tip of a servo to tilt your chin up. And you meet his optics like you did that day on an alien world he’d been passing through. Heard the exotic, mournful sound of your voice singing, otherwise he wouldn’t have even noticed you. Just some organic on a dirty world naked aside from a heavy, jeweled collar and a leash. A human where a human had no right to be. As achingly sad as your voice was, those eyes when they met his optics were furious, all fire and hate. Stripping off his layers of extra plating, his ‘poncho’ as you call it, he joins you and mass shifts.

• Sliding your palm into his when he reaches for you, he sweeps you into his heated frame, head dipping as his mouth covers yours. His touch hungry as he pulls you down with him and you straddle him, mouth moving against his as he slides his rough hands under your covering to find skin. Know he suspects the hell he’d stolen you from, but he doesn’t ask and you don’t share. Probably never will. Gasping against his mouth when a servo presses inside you, you roll your hips. “I am greedy,” you pant, thumbs rubbing against his modesty playing until he groans and frees his spike for you. Reaching up to snag his heavy, metal hat, you set it on your own head even though it’s far too big as you rock yourself against him.

• “Take what you want,” he growls, optics hooded watching you move against him before lifting up and guiding his aching spike to you and sinking down with a moan. Your slick heat taking him deep. And he knows you know that lesson. That what the world gives you is nothing you’ll want, so you take what you can for yourself. Hand smoothing up your side to feel the rhythm of your heart, he watches you ride him and his servos trace over those badly healed scars on you. You fight or the world frags you over, something you understand as well as he does. Though as long as he still lives, you’re never having to fight to survive again. “That’s it, darlin,” he groans as you gasp, movements becoming more urgent. “Just like that.”

• His servos tighten on your hips, moving you in hard jerks on his spike when you start trembling. Bracing your hands on him as he snarls under you, you toss your head back and cry out as you shatter and he keeps bucking up into you, movements rough and urgent before he’s swearing when he overloads to fill you and you slowly ease down on him, feeling his mouth brush your forehead as your fingers stroke the mesh of his neck, eyes closing. Feel one of his rough hands slide up your spine to fist in your hair as he vents softly, fans humming under you and you can relax when he’s here with you. Feel safe in a way you desperately need.