Thinking about how strange it would feel to a Cybertronian to have a human inside their altmode. They have these forms, but prior to earth, prior to us, no one would ever touch anything inside their altmodes most likely. Much less climb inside. Why would they? These surfaces are meant to look the part of the vehicle they’re becoming, but not really to be handled. How sensitive would everything in there be?
And you’ve got Cybertronians agreeing to take their human friend or partner for a drive. They might think it’d be fun to play the part. Or maybe they just don’t trust your own driving. But then you’re sliding into the driver’s seat and they realize how big a mistake they just made. You slide a hand against the inside of the door as you climb in and they sink down on their shocks at the unexpected touch to make you almost hit your head getting in. They can feel you, the weight and warmth of you cradled in their seat. Aware of you in ways they’ve never been before.
Soft hands caressing their steering wheel, playing with radio dials out of curiosity while this Cybertronian is fighting for their very life. You’re touching everything. Touching them in ways no one ever has. Your field is washing into them and they can’t get away from it, can’t block it out. Please, don’t play with the gear shift, they can put themselves into gear and it feels obscenely good when you do that. You have no idea what you’re doing to them and they’re too mortified to just tell you. They’re flustered, but loving that you’re tucked away inside them, trusting yourself completely to them.
And you’re asking them if they’re okay feeling them trembling around you, engine stuttering and almost whining. The more worried you get, the more tactile you are and they’re dying, almost taking out a mailbox because they’re so distracted with you and the intimacy they just got blindsided by. They barely get you where you’re going and they make a funny noise when you slide yourself back out of the driver’s seat. Alone and waiting on you to come back, struggling to get themselves under control as their fans cycle. Overwhelmed and aching because they’re missing the feeling of you safe inside them, being able to have you there scratching a protective itch they never knew they had.
Perhaps some Prowl dumbification? Mind break? Any form of Prowl finally getting respite from the TacNet and getting fucked silly till he can’t think or form words, a reward for being such a good, loyal Autobot
i think they do this kind of thing regularly to keep prowl from going insane. at some point jazz probably just turns on a show or something to watch while he keeps milking prowl for all he's worth. or he starts riding prowl til he's crying
Only my second time doing a request so forgive me plz, but could you do anything nsfw for Rung? Maybe him trying to get his shy human to take a little bit of control for once lol. Also I love all ur writing, I hope you enjoyed ur weekend! 💕
`♡´- rung x human fem reader 18+ ficlet
-> warnings/tags: minors dni. pretty vanilla, this is rung we’re talking abt here. no plot, just porn. 1.1k words
sorry it took a hot minute to get this out!! rung is one of those characters where writing just doesn’t come super naturally to me, but i knew i wanted to answer your request as you’re always so lovely!!💕
"You're in control," Rung encourages softly as you grind your wet pussy over his spike, getting a feel for it. Rocking your hips back and forth, you drag the length of him through your folds to stimulate your clit. Your brows are furrowed, still feeling a little uncertain about this whole thing.
Normally, he takes the lead. Not ferociously, not by force, but because it's the natural role you both fall into. This time, he isn't making any movements to prompt you. His servos are resting on either side of his helm, making a point to you that this is all about you and the pace you want to take it.
"Well done, you're doing such a good job," he praises sweetly. It takes every drop of self-control not to buck up and hump against you, but he wants you to take this moment for yourself. To learn your limits and how far you can go.
And he'll be right here the whole time. If you decide you can't do it, he'll catch you, patch you up, and you can try again next time. But right now? This is good. You took charge and came onto him first, undressed yourself, and displayed to him clearly what you wanted.
"I want to put it in," you meekly say.
"It's yours to do with as you please, you know that," he replies.
You look at him with a bashful expression for a moment, building the courage to take the next step. You take a steady breath before nodding your head, slowing your hips until they've stopped. You prop yourself up on your knees, reaching down to grab his slick spike in your hand and level it with your pussy.
He gives a warm smile, telling you that everything is okay. This is nice for him, to watch you like this. It's rewarding.
Adjusting your balance, you slowly sink down on him, your pussy happily swallowing him as you move. You moan at the stretch seeps through you, bracing yourself against his chassis with your free hand until you're fully sat.
"Good, you're so good. That's it, just like that," he chimes, enjoying the warmth that welcomes him. His optics flit up to your face, watching the mild embarrassment spread over your cheeks. This is out of your comfort zone, you much prefer letting him do with you as he pleases. Maybe with more time and practice, though, you could get used to this.
Slowly, you start to bounce on him. It's more like a wave motion of your hips, testing the waters by rolling on him. It grinds his smooth tip against your sweet spots, which already has you moaning and mewling.
Rung moans, low and hot, admiring the way your body moves on him. You've come so far since being with him, and he is incredibly proud of you. Such beauty deserves to be paired with confidence.
Your pace gets a little quicker, riding him like you're really trying to chase the pleasure now. It's funny how quickly you forget yourself when you're in the moment, how lust can warp the most anxious into the most daring. Your moans get louder, not caring about who might hear. They should just be grateful you're doing this in the habsuite rather than his office.
"Hold me," you request, "Put your hands on my waist."
That's what Rung likes to see. Self-assurance, knowing what you want, and not being afraid to ask for it.
The orange mech takes his servos from the sides of his helm to your waist, curling his digits around your curves before holding on. He doesn't make any effort to move you, he's simply making contact.
But it's enough for you. You love it when he touches you, and it only fires you up more. You bounce, and bounce, and bounce, until your ass hurts. Rung can't help but watch how your tits move with you, utterly fascinated with them.
"Mmm, Rung!" You whimper, the addiction to his spike coursing through you. His intake parts just slightly, in awe at the way you move. He didn't know you had it in you.
"T—Touch my clit," you request, though quieter this time. Like you weren't quite sure.
"Again. Be more confident this time. You can do it," Rung replies, trying to egg you on.
You huff a short sob, feeling the nerves coil in your stomach.
"I want you to touch my clit. I want you to make me cum," you manage to say, and it surprises you that you came out with something so bold.
"Well done," Rung retorts, clearly impressed by your forwardness.
One servo leaves your waist, settling over your pubic mound so that his thumb can poke out and rub at your clit. The first touch feels sensational, and you know that your end is all but written in the stars at this point.
He plays with you in the way he's practised so diligently, paying special attention to where you enjoy being pleasured most.
Your pussy soaks his spike, making each bounce wetter and threatening to throw off your traction. Your body films with a thin layer of sweat as you work to get you both off.
"Cumming!" You blurt out the only word your mind could form to alert him. Your moans transform into pitchy whines as your orgasm seizes you, but somehow, it doesn't stop you from riding him. Stars explode in your vision, arching your back from the intensity.
"I want your transfluid inside!" You borderline demand, throwing your head back as you let your lust control you from here. "I want you to fill me!"
"Yes, good. Good— ah! So good," he worbles. It's all he can think of. He'd like to give more structured praise, but he can't seem to find the words. You've never outwardly asked for anything, so this is a big improvement for you.
Rung watches you with admiration mixed with ardour as he finds his release. He moans out, and the sound is a sinful one, gratifying your request and finishing inside of you. The hot pink fluid spurts from his tip, painting every inch of your walls. It's the kind of orgasm that fries his processor and makes his leg struts quake, something fairly uncommon to happen to him.
He'll have to implore you to take charge more often.
definitely not my best work RAAAHHH i apologise </3
when rodimus goes to recharge, he leaves his door unlocked and his panels open... he lets anybody come into his habsuite to relieve their charge with him, even if he's asleep. he just loves the feeling of being half asleep and used. sometimes he'll wake up to someone spreading his legs and slipping their spike inside him, or sometimes he'll wake up and they've already been thrusting into him for some time. he just sighs into his pillows, letting out soft, sleepy whimpers and moans. it's so hard to focus, he keeps slipping into recharge every few moments and then waking up again. his pussy feels so nice and warm and wet. in the quiet dark of his habsuite, the slick sound of a cock slipping in and out of his valve wetly sounds so loud... sometimes whoever's fucking him likes to stroke his clit and spike to help him along and all rodimus can do is moan quietly and take it. snuggling deeper into his blankets and enjoying the warm pleasure emanating from between his legs. sometimes he wakes up enough to rock his hips into every thrust and clench down. if he manages to overload, it's a long, slow one that leaves him even more sleepy and wet.
sometimes his mechs would rather take the opportunity to finger him or eat him out than fuck him, and he wakes up dazed and trying to process the fact that he's already halfway to overload, a tongue plunging in and out of him or someone's fingers fondling his clit. he loooves it when he gets to cum on someone's lips and then go limp, his clit throbbing in aftershocks as he slips back into recharge. sometimes it takes what feels like hours of someone steadily licking and sucking at his pussy for him to overload, and it always feels so good when he manages to cum. but he always has the best recharges when his pussy is stuffed full of multiple loads of transfluid. after the first few mechs visit him, he's too sleepy to wake up for anybody else... he has no idea how many mechs may have visited him throughout the night and it gets him so wet and aroused. he wakes up well-rested and enjoying the weight of transfluid inside him, even if his valve aches a little...
i think he'd love to fall asleep after interfacing with his partner's spike still inside him. maybe after drift and ratchet double penetrate his valve they just cuddle up to him, sandwiching him in place, and he falls asleep so fast. he wakes up in the morning to his frame being rocked back and forth, his ceiling node throbbing as drift and ratchet grind into him mercilessly. he's still half asleep and all he can do is babble and whine as his processor tries to catch up, cumming on both of the spikes stuffed in him and trying sooo hard to wake up enough to reciprocate. but drift and ratchet like him when he's all sleepy and pliant too
rodiclash one-sided hate sex that turns into rodimus drooling, limp, and fucked out on the bed and so pissed off that thunderclash is actually incredible at sex and thunderclash thinking "that went well!"
ratchet should tie rodimus down and use one of those curved metal g spot toys on him. consistently hitting that sensitive node over and over and over until rodimus is squirting uncontrollably... and playing with his fat tdick to make him squeal even more. use his knowledge of anatomy to wring roddy dry. fuck him into overstimulation and then past it, until he's gasping for breath and his pussy is leaking nonstop, just gushing and squirting and making a mess everywhere with every overload and his tdick is throbbing so hard. and then when ratchet pauses and rodimus thinks he's finally getting a break, instead the medic shoves his own spike into that gushy wet pussy, finally getting to enjoy just how much he ruined rodimus' valve
I fucking love watermelons, makes me think about eating rodimus out with the way it leaves my mouth this pinkish red shade. Especially when I just dig my face in it, fuck table manners.
just to leave you with the drop of cock warning Rodimus while he's in his captain's chair because, hey, why not? (Or in the case, spike-warming badumtssss)
I need to be sedated soon if you keep appearing in my inbox dude I wanna strangle you and kiss you at the same time
IDW Rodimus x Mech Reader (Cockwarming)
“You can’t do this to me…” His forehead rests against your nape, arms holding you close to his front as you all but hum at his complaint.
Not even slowing as you continue to sign the various reports and logs, he has refused to do up until now. You’re able to fake his signature accurately enough by now – but even if Magnus noticed the difference, he has never once expressed it. He’s just happy they’re getting done.
Shifting your hips to sit straighter and all you end up doing is drawing a shaking breath from Rodimus behind you. Digits clawing at your sides as you clench down on the spike buried in you to keep his attention away from your conduct.
Rodimus has used every excuse in the universe to get out of doing any actual captain work. You’re certain no one is complaining about your frequent visits to his office even if they originally did, because now stuff is actually getting approved or denied depending on the urgency.
Kisses pressed to your cold back between whines, small and useless prayers for relief. He knows where to place them to have you shiver in his arms; where to place them to rile you up to meet his desperation. They share with you the need of his processor.
You have no way to stop the little bucks and jerks he does. He’s strong enough to move you however you want, but there certainly is a layer of desolation to how compliant he is to you. Being so careful with what you have, appreciating your willingness to keep up with someone like him.
The hands on your chassis start prying at anything they can get at, seeking someplace to anchor him to, and finding nowhere near satisfying enough. Scratching at your paint to make you annoyed enough to wrap it up.
He has been good. You have to give him that. You’d managed to get through more approvals than ever before. This is certainly something that should be repeated if he is this docile through the entire time you do his work.
Calmly clearing the desk of anything important; stacking the datapads at the corners and setting the pen in its holster like Rodimus never does.
Stretching your arms to prepare for the soreness that will surely hit you later before leaning down and pushing back against him. Making the curve of your aft fit perfectly against his housing, giving him a view that makes him lose all focus on the sheer torture of being so hard and so desperate to stare silently.
“You’ve done a lot better than I anticipated, baby,” your helm rests in your hand. The only rest you’ll be getting, you bet. “Such a good boy to have waited so patiently for me to finish.”
Not a single word you’re saying is getting processed in that head of his as you start to roll our hips, grinding down.
“Come on then, Roddy,” you do your best to look smug as you smile over your shoulder. “I know you want to- ”
Your chassis hits the desk hard as you’re pushed forwards with the sheer speed at which he stands, chair discarded.
Tarn's voicebox must be incredibly sensitive if it's tuned for such delicate work. Imagine making him deepthroat your spike and grinding up against the opening of his voicebox and he just whimpers and groans in pleasure as your tip works apart that sensitive apparatus. At that, it's wonderfully soft and wet, perfectly taken care of to fulfill its job.
Imagine sticking your digits in there and delicately running them along the inner tubing until it gets too tight to reach. Or having a long, sharp tongue like Helex and shoving it down those tender insides and Tarn has to swallow it down like a good bot while you throatfuck him with your glossa, caressing and licking every tiny, intricate wire with precision, until he overloads in his panels in bliss just from having his voicebox stimulated. He never admits it afterwards but whenever he speaks, he feels the phantom sensation of you press up against his vocalizer, especially when using his ability, and it makes him crave you so much more.
Slightly dreamed about this last night, but since the second volume of Worst Bot Ever's coming out in July, I imagined that Ballpoint in Megatron's body never got a sex education class so he's at first innocently exploring the body of his former leader, then finds his array. He feels around and accidentally figures out how to pleasure himself. He at first feels frightened but then falls into a rhythm, fingering his valve and/or jerking himself off until he reaches his first overload (at least for him) and ends up passing out.
Frotting is hideously underrated in the transformers community. Reading about two mechs rubbing their spikes together gets me going way more than any kind of penetration ever could, especially if the spikes are two different sizes and appearances/mods vary.
okay i remembered the password for my paramount+ account so here's megatron moaning. i have no idea why the screen didn't record properly but the sound is there. sorry for the shitty audio quality
okay i remembered the password for my paramount+ account so here's megatron moaning. i have no idea why the screen didn't record properly but the sound is there. sorry for the shitty audio quality
