WeirdLookingReptile

Hiya I'm Echse! || 20 any pronouns || 🔞 Transformers One shots 🔞 || Art Comms Open || ASKS + REQUESTS OPEN

[weirdlookingreptile]

Introduction!

Heya, welcome to my horny blog! Mostly here to repost and write/draw for transformers. I do take requests, but am chronically antisocial so I will jump between responding all at once and not responding at all.

I go by any pronouns, so feel free to jump between any and all of them or stick to one, I find it enjoyable either way. I am an adult and write ADULT content. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU

Request boundaries and master list below 👇

Boundaries-

- I write both Bot X Reader and Bot X Bot, but ONLY write dominant or neutral reader. As someone who works in the porn industry, I don't handle getting pushed around sexually outside of work and even then it's thin ice. I'm here to enjoy myself, so that means bullying my favorite bots.

- Only wrighting GN reader at the moment, but I may be amendable to femdom content later on. We need more actual GN content on here.

WILL NOT WRITE

-Submissive content

-Pregnancy or overly done breading kinks (mild breeding kink is fine if it's a good request)

-Extreme/dehumanizing pet name content (again, I hear enough of this at work) sappy and playful is fine.

-Foot, scat, piss, or spit kinks

-Non Con (Dub con is fine)

-Cum swallowing (I just can't, no explanation here)

WILL WRITE (PLEASE)

-Dom/soft Dom/Neutral reader

-Light and hardcore BDSM

- Pony/Pet/Furniture play (ik this is BDSM but I LOVE these, please request them)

-Blood and gore, just not straight up torture porn, I want all parties to enjoy themselves

-Loving pet names done sweetly

-Edging or early overload (Can't pick between these, I love them both 😩)

-Centarformers and Merformers

-sticky/plug and play/tactical/ALT MODES/Freaky and creative (the more weird and fucked up the better)

-Biting/mild cannibalism

-Thigh fucking, dry humping, overstim

-somnophilia (yeeessss)

I'm SUPER into Jazz and Prowl rn, but I love writing Rodimus, Ratchet, ultra Magnus, the elite trine, ect. Hoping for some X reader requests!

-Crying (I looooove bullying bots till they cry)

This is all I can think of ATM but I'll add more as I go. Please don't spam my inbox if I miss or skip you, I'm rarely an active writer or artist.

Master list!

X Reader one shots

Jazz - Toys + Early Overload

Jazz- Toy + Multiple overload Pt.2

Bot x Bot one shots

Ratchet X Soundwave - Mating Dance

Party Ambulance getting freaky with Decepticon High command

Fetch me the Decepticon Scum!

My art

Soundwave Pounding Megs

IDW Blurr X My Fursona

Knockout x Friend's OC

Starscream x Friend's OC

[rodimushole]

rodimags tdick measuring contest that goes from "woahhh magnus you're sooo big that's crazy lol" to desperately frotting their clits together in the middle of a locked office. like rodimus reaches out and holds magnus' dick casually and magnus' fans whir faster at the touch and the visual of his captain's relatively small fingers bracketing his node. and then it's magnus' turn to feel rodimus and rodimus' turn to hold back an embarrassing whimper at how big magnus' fingers are compared to his node. and then they're kinda jerking each other off and pretending that's not what they're doing, looking away and covering their mouths even as they feel each other get progressively wetter. until they're both panting and trying to grind their tcocks together, shuffling awkwardly against a desk, and rodimus is breathing out "fuck, you're huge" and they're both getting really, really turned on at the slick sound of their nodes sliding over each other wetly

[weirdlookingreptile]

Why is it so ridiculously hard to sign in to this app??? Anyways, fursona art to practice on procreate on my new tablet. Gonna hopefully get around to some transformers practice soon

[tanderhasthoughts]

Prowl getting face fucked and the result is him gagging on it because dude is acting non chalant, he really tries but he cannot help it since it’s THAT good, you on the other hand are going rough on him because you knew he was going to act like that and you’d like to hear him make those type of noises which is HEAVENLY to hear. 🥰 i just have a thing when characters get face fucked roughly which turns me on so bad ❤️

You have come to the right place, bc holy hell I agree with you dude- drooling

IDW Prowl x Mech reader (Face Fucked)

You’re not quite sure at what point your idea finally settled into that thick processor of his, but you sure kept your vocalizer fully off to not distract his thinking once you realized he was taking you seriously.

Seeing him swallow and lick his lips, starting with only the tip of your spike against his lips and sucking to get it to grow firmer before taking more. Letting more and more sink into his warm and wet throat as his glossa settles against the underside, wiggling against the moving metal.

Once he’s about halfway, your hands move to hold onto his chevrons. Scratching lightly at the surface – before pulling on them hard and forcing the last half of your spike as far down his throat as you can possibly get it. Nose to your housing, breaths hot and desperate as you do not let him breathe.

The servos on your thighs shaking against the metal is sure to leave dents, digging in and fighting to keep his grasp. You begin with small slides of your spike against the tight pipe of his intake, not pulling out much more than a fingertip before settling back in.

Prowl attempts to speak, gurgling on the fluids building around the intrusion, attempts to pull off to get some well-deserved air and you don’t let him. Hooking your ankles firmly and pressing down against his back to keep him there as your thrusts start to get faster and longer.

You hit a specifically hard one to the very back of his intake where it bends and he whines at the pain it shakes through his systems. Jolting away only to be pulled back harsher by your servos.

If it wasn’t for the purr of his engine, you’d feel sorrier for him. More worried for what damage you might be causing. But as your thighs clamp closed around his helm, spike buried and helped along by the copious amounts of drool he’s producing, and he all but moans? It does not seem like you have to be.

[rabotimagines]

Your playful/Flirty older bot reader(especially bottom tbh) may have or have not made me discover something interesting about myself ..... anyway just take my soul and give me another plate please I beg....

Also I've read your other works not just the older reader ones and dawg they're so delicious! 1000/10!!

You are the third person to tell me you want older flirty Reader themselves and it's not stopped being funny to me. Their charms are too strong it's fuckin reaching through dimensions. Y'all can live vicariously through Sideswipe.

"Reward" GN Older flirty Reader x Sideswipe [G1]

⦉Summary ❥ ⦊ Sideswipe shooting his shot.

⦉Genre/theme 𖥔 ⦊ Horny.

⦉Warnings ✘➥ ⦊ Making out, Reader violating some Autobot code somewhere

⦉Pronouns ★ ⦊ You, Your, Yours,

⦉Notes ✚ ⦊ Autobot Reader, Sideswipe wants to fuck Reader so bad it makes him look stupid, Sideswipe assuming Readers sleeping with the other Autobot officers (Reader isn't at this point at time but the situations have lead to the rightful assumption.), References "Performance" with Ratchet (the need to know is you faked interfacing with Ratchet to distract the Cons.), Reader can fight well, Sideswipe: I want you to kick my aft so bad it'll be so hot please

Sideswipe was getting antsy after your guys last battle with the cons.

Okay maybe "antsy" was the wrong way of putting it. His sparkdamn modesty panel was urging to pop whenever he kept stealing glances at your frame.

Sure, you were pretty easy on the optics- especially for a bot your age. They all fragging knew that. But Sideswipe watched you take down Motormaster so- ruthless wouldn't be the right way to say it. It didn't exactly match the smile on your derma. Or the almost lazy action behind your fighting moves that were critical in putting Cons to work. But you took Motormouth down and you took him down hard.

Sideswipe actually had to stop where he was on the field to gawk at the last couple moments- because frag... you really did know what you were doing. All before you practically flattened the big glitch with how hard you downed him. You only laughing and casually pulled yourself up off the con. Before leaning down to say something to him- a playful grin on your faceplate.

And Sideswipe realized he wanted to fight you. That he needed to spar with you again.

He knew he was being a bit of pervert with the thoughts of sparring.

He'd imagined getting up close and personal when you closed the distance to break his form. The frame to frame contact was the biggest thing his processor kept on imagining when he thought about it. You close- real close. Metal sliding against metal…. His own processor flicking between sparing and actually really getting close and personal with you.

Sideswipe wanted to grab and tug you even closer. But he also knew you'd probably break his hold easy before you'd knock him flat on his sorry aft.

But Sideswipe kinda wanted that too right now...

Primus, Sideswipe needs to self service or 'face soon before he physically asks you to kick his aft for his own enjoyment.

...

But maybe he could just ask you to 'face-? Like... casual?

Sideswipe knows you fool around with the other officers- it was like an open secret.

The way you and Jazz would get real close with each other. No kissing but you'd practically be on top of each other at some points.

Prowl's doorwings were tense and the long looks he'd give you when he thought no one was watching.

Optimus's over expressive finials and his own optics brightening so easily with some of your comments definitely didn't hide much at all.

And It would be stupid to assume you and Ironhide weren't screwing like petrorabbits behind closed doors.

Then Wheeljack accidentally tuning into that last "performance" you'd done with Ratchet just flat out confirmed the rumor.

It had him and some of the others sitting there waiting for the "go" from Prowl to raid the Decepticons.

All while slack jawed hearing you getting your spinal strut bent by Ratchet the whole way through. Loudly and so so hotly the entire time. It was so distracting that they almost missed Prowl's call to charge-! And Sideswipe was left powering through the most annoying bout of charge in his array after hearing you like that. Hearing you both like that. Frag- was older bots being freaks a true stereotype!?

Sideswipe was so fragging upset he wasn't built to make quality audio recordings. Because if he was- he'd have that entire frag session between you and Ratchet burning an echo in his audials with how many times he'd of replayed it directly into them. But nope! Had to be built a war frame without good audial recorders! Forced to simply recall the entire thing from his memory banks!

The things Sideswipe would do for a copy of you moaning like that...

So yeah. That’s definitely part of why he's so heated right now. He's been remembering it and thinking of you on your back with Ratchet on top of ya and you both trading paint so hard the fragging medical slab was creaking- Okay! Sideswipes just gonna go ask! Really he can just ask. You were laid back enough even as his superior officer Sideswipe didn't think you'd do anything. Or be too mad at him if you didn't want to fool around.

You'd probably just say no and maybe tease him for it.

And if you said yes-

Frag. Sideswipe wants you to say yes.

When he finds you, you're in the hallway walking along just reading through a data pad. So Sideswipe smooths his plating to be inviting and he just goes for it. Stepping in your path, making you stop to look up at him.

Your derma just curls into a lazy smile. "Pookie, what can I do for ya?"

Sideswipe’s plating twitches to ruffle wrong in annoyance at the ridiculous pet name you still just kept on using.

He shoves the urge to frown aside and tries to get his game back together from the quick curved lobb ball you'd started with. Throwing him off balance already- he can still win this.

So Sideswipe sighs and smiles, casually placing his servos on his hips and putting his plating back in order to try and visually put out what he wants to ask.

His plating not quite showing the deeper dips to hidden seams but close to it. And it definitely catches your optics. You only look back up with an arched optic ridge. But smiling all the same- only still waiting for him to start talking. So Sideswipe does and starts with your designation before he gets into taking his shot.

"- So, I was just wondering... Autobot to Autobot if you'd maybe be interested in some... under the table training." He smiles, trying to look sultry. "Plus I've been good on keeping myself in one piece recently. Did what ya said and I've been making an effort to stay outta of the medbay- for two weeks even!" Which was true. Sideswipe had almost made it to a month without any major injuries. This was the longest he's gone without a trip to Ratchet since they got to earth. "Don't I deserve- something good- for doing good? Being good."

You just barely tilted your helm to the side- but your optics slightly crinkle in amusement. You subspaced your datapad to bring a now free servo to your faceplate to prop under your derma in thought. "Hm-? Under the table training? And what exactly would this under the table training entail?"

Frag, you just want him to say it, say it.

Maybe Sunny was right and you did get off on embarrassing them all.

But Sideswipe had some scenes to recreate with you that'll match some of those sounds that have been crammed into his processor for days.

"Well, just some... one on one time alone together. We can do the training room- your habsuite, or my habsuite. What do ya say?" Sideswipe feels brave so he takes a step forward and into your space. Leaning closer to you slow but causal and lowering his volume before letting his em field spill against your frame. Sideswipe let's just some of that want, that's been thrumming in his chassis for what feels like forever, slip a lil’.

He keeps optic contact with you realizing he really does like the particular shade your optics are this close.

But he really thinks he'd like them even more if they were a lot brighter.

"You said you're always up for teaching the rest of us what you know as an older bot. So... how about you give me some more teaching of the- fun kind. What do you say?"

You stare at him. At the distance you’re at Sideswipe can see your optics are cycling in thought. Your smile actually disappearing before you exaggeratedly seemed to think to yourself. "Hmmmm." The drawn out hum from you only makes his digits twitch when he thinks about reaching out and making that sound turn into a moan.

Finally you turned your gaze back to him. And your smile returns- but now it's more loaded. "You're cute I'll give you that." His plating twitches under the attention. "But- just that." Your servos find your hips, leaning partially back into his space. "Cute. But I ain't about to be rewarding that type of cute." Oh, fraaaaaag. Sideswipe's plating shifts back to normal and he tries not to let his em field show all his disappointment.

Your servo raises and you waggle your pointer digit at him "I think... I'll let you off with a warning for indecent behavior towards your superior officer." Ugh. Okay fine. Nothing lost, nothing gained then. Except maybe some of Sideswipe's pride.

"Though I am a sucker for spoiling you all. So I'll at least… give you that reward for doing such a good job keeping yourself together. Just this once so you don't back slide into bad habits." Oh, really? Like what-? Sideswipe’s still kinda sour about the rejection and he knows it's not gonna be what he needs from you right now so he sorta glances at the wall.

Absentmindedly wondering what you'd give him instead for his good behavior of behaving and not “Throwing himself into danger at every opportunity on the battlefield”. Which blows- He had more than a couple of ideas just last fight with the Decepticreeps he avoided doing.

His thoughts are cut short when your raised servo reaches out towards him to grab onto his pauldron.

He has half a moment to register your smile curling even more- all before you yank him forward.

Sideswipe not ready for the move at all, almost gets pulled right off his pedes by you. He barely finds his balance when his chassis knocks right up against yours and-

"Hm-!?" Sideswipe’s shock gets muffled when your derma are suddenly just locked against his own. And he barely realizes that part before you casually slip your glossia into his slack mouth! Hello, Primus!?

Sideswipe’s servos latch onto your wrists when your own move to cup the sides of his face. Urging him forward all while your derma press against his own harder. Your derma are soft- frag! Your glossia slides against his own right when your em field slides down his front. It makes his thighs tense, and his next instinctive swallow taste like high grade.

And Sideswipe thinks he might get addicted to the taste of you.

He can't really hold back the throaty sound he makes when your demand intensifies. Glossia pressing against his own and making charge slip down his intake. Derma pressing and only breaking away every few moments to just re connect back to his own again.

Then you pull your glossia back and before he can follow after. And you bite him. Your top denta nips his bottom derma firmly. Not enough to break the top layer but enough to have Sideswipe feeling weak in the knees.

He manages to catch the moan that wants to sound out of his chassis- but you must still feel his em field pulse. Because your own field flexes in bubbly amusement when you smother him yet again back into making out. Sideswipe kisses back- glossia trying to match your intensity. While your em field boldly fans out and against the dips of his own frame.

Just when Sideswipe feels like he's finding some semblance of a strive against ya, you break away leaving him venting in whiffs of steam. "There's your extra special one time reward solider.” You smile better than he probably ever could have when he was trying to flirt. Just the little thing had his plating twitching. “One just for you. For your reward for breaking your record on keeping yourself outta Ratchet’s plates. But also here's your warning. If you repeat the same rule breaking then I'll be forced to punish you for it. And trust me I'll be enjoying it a lot more than you will be." There was an edge to the end of your words. An edge usually reserved for Decepticons right before you really started kicking tailpipe. Theres a hot jolt of charge that volleys right down his frame at the words- Hitting his array with no mercy and full force.

But the heat in your field lowers to barely warmer than what it regularly is. And he's stuck waiting for what you're gonna do next.

Are you taking him to your habsuite- or do you wanna go to his? Or did you actually wanna go to the training room? Or are you gonna kiss him again-?

He’s hanging on every word and he thinks he’ll be thinking about rewards for the next couple of fights.

"So keep being a good boy, and behave. Because that wasn't exactly appropriate on shift behavior from you, solider. Flirting with one of your superior officers- really, Darling?" You tutted your glossia like you were scolding him for it. Like you hadn't just had your glossia on the back of his denta. Your em field was still warm. And Sideswipe could tell you were enjoying yourself this close to him.

"So-" Your digits brushed along his cheeks, your faceplate close to his and the most sultry amused look on your faceplate. And it makes his helm run wild on what he wants to do with you first.

You pull away and your em field fully goes with it. "How about you get back to your habsuite, Pookie? Long day- you could use the rest. Stop flirting with your commanding officers and expecting anything good out of it, alright? And keep yourself together more often. It's good for you." And then you turned on a pede and start walking in the opposite direction of Sideswipe’s habsuite.

And the opposite direction from him.

Sideswipe cycles his optics faster the farther you get away from him.

And then it hits him what just happened and what's happening. "Pookie" hitting him like a piece of shrapnel to the back of the helm.

You- he!? You're just gonna do that and then walk away like nothing even happened!?

Sideswipe’s engine wants to turn over and even rev when he realizes you're turning the corner in the Ark hallway.

But you stop when you realize Sideswipe’s staring. Making optical contact with him again.

All before you smile, bring your digits to your derma, and blow him a kiss. "Don't stay up late now, Doll." it’s almost sung.

And just as quickly as that hits him you’re turning around the corner and leaving-!

Sideswipe’s engine does rev this time and he's running now. Running after you and making an effort not to transform on instinct to chase faster. You can't just do that and leave-! Oh, Sideswipe was gonna get you back for that-! He can't get in trouble for it right? You started it!

His processor is running as fast as he is and he's thinking about what he's gonna do when he catches up to you.

All before Sideswipe turns the corner in a rush and nearly slams into a mech.

The Mech isn't you.

It's Prowl.

Standing there and jerking backwards when Sideswipe almost runs into him full speed.

Ah-!

Sideswipe’s em field pulled back quick enough he made himself flinch at the rush backwards it had done.

But it still apparently wasn't a fast enough abort that Prowl didn't feel exactly how he was feeling right then and there.

Prowl's optics cycled and he slowly and mechanically looked over his own pauldron.

When he spotted you Prowl's wings flicked once, then tilted before he turned back to Sideswipe.

Uh oh.

Sideswipe knew just enough wing speak from Bluestreak and Smokescreen to know that was not a good sign.

"Sideswipe... If you have enough time to even entertain such thoughts- let alone seriously consider them; you have enough time to be placed on a double position today." Sideswipes optic’s snapped wide at the words. All while Prowl, the sadist he was, just kept on talking-! "Which will be starting now due to your apparent lack of discipline. You're expected at the front of The Ark with Hound in less than five klicks." Sideswipe bit back the urge to curse, not wanting to give Prowl the satisfaction of his frustration. He sure as slag wasn't about to spill what had just happened to Prowl of all bots-!

So he forced himself turn to go do exactly that. Chanting curses in his processor instead of muttering them. While Prowl just turned and walked back over towards you.

Sideswipe only stopped when he was about to turn the corner fully, to look back in your direction.

Prowl was talking to you now- you only chuckling and saying something that made Prowl’s door wings readjust.

That should be fragging him-! Sideswipe scowled when he watched you actually lean closer to Prowl to tease him about something.

But you must've felt Sideswipe looking because your helm turned his way. Making the two of you make optic contact again.

Your derma curled further and you just offlined one optic to wink at him.

He had to physically restrain himself from giving into the very real urge to chase after you again and show you exactly how much he appreciated it. (He doesn't know if he would be more upset if you kicked his aft for it or if you didn't)

"Sideswipe." Prowl reminded him he was in trouble and also being watched- by Prowl's now very hard stare.

So Sideswipe huffed and turned on his pede to go do his double.

He wasn't exactly able to get the memory of your glossia in his mouth out of his processor for the rest of his double shift.

Divider support credit: @/cursed-carmine

[rabotimagines]

OH I AGREE WITH SLOPPY MAKE OUT SESSSIONS!!!!!!! Esp when it's in the middle of fragging each other 🤤

Urgh having every part of Bumblebee occupied with roaming all over your frame, his own flushed against you, basically sticking to you like glue. The only part of him that was free is his intake, which he quickly occupied with yours.

Sticky messy makeout session full of glossa and lubricant, Bee only letting you breathe (do bots breathe?) for half a second before continuing on sucking on your glossa RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 🤤🤤🤤

Sloppy make outs my beloved,,,,

"Fixation" GN BOT Reader x Bumblebee [TFP]

⦉Summary ❥ ⦊ Making out with your insatiable Significant other.

⦉Genre/theme 𖥔 ⦊ Smut Scenario 🔞

⦉Warnings ✘➥ ⦊ Edging, Spike frottage, Bumblebee kinda overwhelming Reader but you're persisting regardless, MDNI 🔞

⦉Pronouns ★ ⦊ You, Your, Yours

⦉Notes ✚ ⦊ Gn BOT Reader, Readers around Bumblebees height here. (Enough for Spike and mouths to line up anyway.), End of TFP spoilers,

Bumblebee was never the type of bot that liked to kiss

He was always just so adverse to it- or to pulling his mouth guard down at all really. Which you minded a little, but you'd usually just give him a quick peck on said mouth guard. The way Bumblebee’s door wings would flutter a bit every time you'd do it, only encouraged the behavior.

But after his vocalizor was repaired, it was like he was infected by a virus or something!

Which is how you ended up here-!

Both your spikes trapped between where your frames were slotted together as close as they'd go.

You tried to lean back a bit, only for Bumblebee to follow after you- not even allowing the chance of a moment of disconnect. You moan when Bumblebee’s hips jut and your spikes slide against one another. Bumblebee hums and you can feel the sound buzzing against your own glossia. His servos are digging against the dips of your hips. Your own servos on his waist and trying to get some type of control with how unreasonable his mouth was against your own.

You have to swallow when some more oral lubricant hits the back of your throat. The sound of the simple swallow so fragging loud in your audials alongside the other buzz of everything else. Bumblebee’s own noises you're fragging tasting, both your quick vents- another rock of Bumblebee’s hips makes the sound of metal on metal hit the air. Both your frames pressing on one another's. You grunt and you just know you're gonna be covered in streaks of bright yellow and black by the time you get out of your lovers habsuite.

Bumblebee’s glossia finds your own yet again and you press back against him trying rather foolhardily to match his insatiable desire to kiss. The touch of your derma against one another only easing when Bumblebee pulled back to explicitly push forward with more vigor. Derma quickly slipping and re locking just the same to let your glossia’s slide against one another.

You hummed and tried to pull back just a moment to let your helm clear a bit- but Bumblebee only followed you again.

A muffled sound of protest caught in his mouth as one of his servos caught your jaw. Urging you back against him just as badly as his mouth was. You'd huff if you could, but you just had to swallow another batch of both your oral lubricants. One of your servos grabbed onto one of his pauldron tires for purchase. The high strength rubber warm underneath your digits. His voice caught in his throat when you did it but it also didn't slow him down even slightly. But it was fine because you finally just decided to slack. You just needed a klick or two from Bumblebee's insistent oral fetish. Your glossia laxed too, fully content to let Bumblebee do what he'd wanted to your mouth in the mean time.

Bumblebee moaned against you and was undeterred by your sudden submission. Servo tilting your jaw a touch against his own mouth. Bumblebee started dragging his glossia along the indents of your denta. Glossia lingering over one of your fangs whenever he would pass by one. The flat of his glossia would lightly graze over the sharpest point of it.

You offlined your optics while Bumblebee just kept kissing and kissing- your helm was foggy. And your thoughts were indistinguishable from the charge being vaulted around inside it.

Whoops sorry! Can't function at the moment because you're quite literally being kissed stupid right now by your significant other!

Your own hips rocked this time causing another hot drag of friction to roll up and nestle against your spark. You moaned and Bumblebee just kissed you harsher at the sound. Your own muffled noises becoming almost indistinguishable from Bumblebee’s own. You needed some type of control here- something to give you an up. Bumblebee already had the advantage of pressing his full frame weight down on top of you. You needed-

A quick flick of thin metal made your almost offline optics snap back to full function.

Your servos slowly left Bumblebee’s tire and the side of his waist. Instead allowing your digit pads to drag along the plating on his chassis towards his upper back and-

Bumblebee’s almost shout caught in your mouth when you latched onto his doorwings. His hips jumping automatically when you started worrying your digit pads against the very base of them. You vented a laugh through your olfactory when a high pitched keen still managed to escape Bumblebee.

Your derma was slick with oral lubricant- oral lubricant you could feel starting to go down your chin and threatening to roll right down your throat. Bumblebee just adjusted his grip on your hips and rutted forward rather roughly. You ended up lightly nipping him when it had happened. The continued enthusiasm and lack of the sour taste of engeron told you it was minimal.

Certainly not enough to stop Bumblebee from rutting against you again and again. And still not enough to make him pull away from your derma- your own spike throbbed when you bucked against him. Your digits continued to squeeze and lightly pinch at delicate door wings. Enjoying every twitch from them and subsequently every twitch in Bumblebee’s hips. His pace even stuttering when your digits followed along to trace both black stripes on each wing-

Your plating bristled the wrong way when part of your spike pressed against one of the pointer points of one of your frames kibble on his next heavy rut.

You tried to break the kiss in discomfort to readjust but Bumblebee followed you yet again. Your servos left his wings when he unaware just rutted forward just as rough-

A sound caught in your throat and your em field must have jumped the wrong way, because Bumblebee froze and finally pulled back.

You gasped and half choked on the abundance of oral lubricant still left over in your mouth after Bumblebee’s glossia left it. You then huffed in greedy steaming vents. The air puffing from both your over heated vents so thickly you thought your optics might get obscured by condensation. "What- What's wrong?" Bumblebee murmured through his own haze, voice thick from what he was putting you through. Bright blue optics still laced with obvious concern- even when they were so bright right now it was making you want to cycle your optics just looking in them.

You had to swallow again to try and find your vocalizor. You swore you left it around here somewhere- Before eventually managing to croak out that your spike is pressing against the wrong thing.

His optics widened a touch at the comment, chin dipping against his own chassis to where you were both as flat as you could be against one another. And he saw what you meant almost immediately and cursed quietly. "Sorry- just-" your servos flew onto his hips just when he released yours so he could adjust his position. Your spike slid back against Bumblebee’s own, making you hiss a vent half in relief and half at the contact.

"Better?" Bright blue hovered above your own faceplate. You both huffed and panted while you watched your lovers optics cycle In thought while gazing down into your own.

You said “Yeah” and before the word fully left your mouth Bumblebee’s own crashed back against yours. His servo back on your jaw and other now on the front of your chassis. Black servo trailing against your metal in a heated haze before slipping his glossia back into your mouth. You bucked up against him, while you used your grip on his hips to help guide him with each roll of your hips. Bumblebee whined against you and the heat quickly returned to the tempo it was before the blunder.

You mumbled out his designation as well as you could, trying to tell him you were gonna overload before any spiking even happened-! The gasping half muffled admission only caused Bumblebee to rut more feverishly.

Slag-!

Your servos gripped Bumblebee’s hips harder, dragging him closer to help with his own desperate pace.

Bumblebee’s chassis pressed flat against your frame like glue. Spike dragging sweltering on your own-! And you end up overloading with a muffled groan arching up. All while Bumblebee only made an effort to push you back down into his berth through his own overload. You’re stuck swallowing down a whine that was very much not your own at the end of it. Metal burning against your own and threatening to scorch if heated any further. Soft heady sounds passed between derma with each now lazy buck between one another.

The rutting continued only slightly less urgent now. The wet slide of your spikes only accentuated by each others transfluid.

Bumblebee swallowing around your glossia when his hips jump with a bit more vigor manages to pull an embarrassing noise out of you.

Bumblebee half pulled away to murmur something against your derma. "Spike, Please-" before locking you in another demanding kiss. You had no clue if he was begging you to spike him or if he was begging to spike you.

You could probably find out if he stopped assaulting your mouth and glossia for five fragging klicks-!

Divider support credit: @/cursed-carmine

[tanderhasthoughts]

I have to ask, i’ve seen your master list of the things you wrote, and the fact you haven’t considered skyfire is CRIMINAL, i want him BENEATH ME YOU HEAR ME? I DONT CARE IF THAT MECH IS TOO BIG FOR ME, I FUCKING HAVE A SIZE DIFFERENCE KINK WHATEVER ITS CALLED AUGHHHH.

I AM SORRYY let me make it up to you-

Skyfire x Mech Reader (Size Difference)

Skyfire meets your grin with a wary one of his own. Doing all he can to seem confident in the situation he’s finding himself in and failing miserably as you grind down on his housing and he fights to suppress a moan.

He knows he doesn’t have to – this isn’t the first time you’ve done this and hopefully not the last one either, by Primus, he doesn’t hope it is – but parts of him still struggles to let it fully settle in his processor that you’re going nowhere.

It doesn’t take much more before his array slides back to allow your valve to slide over the length of him. Pressing it to his plating with a thumb by the head so it’s nothing but you and those delicious segments. Catching on your anterior node and sending a shiver up your frame as Skyfire bites his lip.

Oh, you’re well aware this is far more than you’re able to take, but that was never going to stop you. This gentle giant of a mech, scraping the ceilings of most conference rooms you both have to stand in, was never going to not be fucked. Somewhere along his hesitance and general politeness lays your reasoning, but you’re in no position to think anything logically like that right now.

Your systems know of the pressure they’re under; to keep up with a frame three times its own size. Hands dwarfed by his as he can’t help but aid your efforts with servos engulfing your hips. So much strength in such tiny motions has you light-headed.

[smallestapplin]

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.

[tanderhasthoughts]

IM BACK WITH SOME BULLSHITTTTT 🧠

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.

[dragqueenstarscream]

does it bother anyone else how often knock out gets turned into just "flashy red twink/bd's pretty boy/arm candy" by the wider tf fandom while his other traits are pushed aside, or is that just me? because like... are we forgetting that he's also a complete sadist? who loves cutting people open? if anything that's hotter than him being a pretty boy, let him be a sick fuck

[transingthoseformers]

Constructiprowl but the constructicons are more sympathetic like the TFA structies and, upon being forced to choose between Prowl (their new gestalt member/leader) or the decepticons, they end up choosing Prowl and taking a place next to him within the autobots.

Do they change their group name, badges, or general behavior at all?? Not really no.

This causes problems

[rodimushole]

this angle those noises and that camera movement is actually so crazy. this is how he sounds when he's getting his pussy fingered okay

[smallestapplin]

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.

[tanderhasthoughts]

Possibly RID drift? >:) asking for a frienddd

RID Drift x Mech reader (Blowjob)

You must give him some credit. Those chevrons are as smooth as silver between your fingers, satisfying as you rub at the very tips. Drift hums around the spike in his intake, sending a shiver up your spine, leaving you smiling down at him as he continues to slowly bob his head.

His hands on your thighs are gentle and doing nothing to prevent the small thrusts of your hips to meet his pace to bring the head of your spike that little bit further down his warm intake. Making him think a bit more about the way he sucks around it to prevent himself from gagging, and you see the effort it takes.

You wanted nothing more than to wrap your legs around his neck and use your hands to push him all the way down to your housing. To bring your twitching spike all the way into his throat and keeping it there as he fights to get in air, gagging around the intrusion.

Tongue wiggling against the metal in his mouth and making you moan, attempting to keep the drool in his mouth from dripping down his chin and failing.

Maybe it’s your optics, but something must have shown the plea in your very being once he looks up at you. Or maybe it’s the grip on his helm tightening and your hips getting jerky, rutting into the shallow intake you’re allowed to use.

Drift audibly takes a deep in-vent before flattening his tongue and taking your entire spike, swallowing around it as he goes up and repeating. He moaned at the lack of air, only adding vibrations to your shaking frame. You fall back hard, digits having long ago given up on being kind to his paintjob. Arching to follow his mouth and you’re overloading as your pedes kick against his ribs.

[tanderhasthoughts]

I have a proposition. Skywarp trying to crack us but doing it the way how male birds have to do something for the other party in order to mate with them >:)

IDW Skywarp x Mech Reader (Performance)

Seekers are weird. Its wild it took you this long to come to that conclusion considering the amount of them you interact with daily, but then again, there’s no seeker quite like Skywarp, now is there.

Always ready to make a performance out of himself, and you only have half a spark to complain. That grin constant on his face as his hands roam but never go where you want them; as he takes things slower than you ever knew him capable of being as he turns and straddles your lap.

Leaning down to hold himself up on the ledge to grind his aft against your midsection rather than your housing. Rolling his hip so they just barely scratch it and make you shiver as the motion is repeated.

All you can do is focus on your breathing and run your hands up his back. Feeling up to his neck before moving down to grab the base of his wings ever so subtly so he won’t take it as a hint to stop moving.

He knows what a tease he’s being, but you can’t find it in yourself to even think of a punishment for him. There’s no way he isn’t as riled up as you, biting his lip to keep himself from making any noises whenever your housing catches on a segment of his own so the friction is a little rougher. Maybe you continuing to encourage this is punishment enough.

[transingthoseformers]

Oaughh bots waiting out their heats together because they happen to intersect, but they learn real quick that their respective experiences with heat/rut cycles are VERY different :33

[transingthoseformers]

oughh imagine that though. Imagine bots who go a suspiciously long time without ever experiencing a heat/rut cycle like others, to the point that when it does hit later on it hits like a freight train, dragging them and anyone else unfortunate enough to be in the vicinity under the influence of it all

[transingthoseformers]

Bingo

Aughh exactly and its so sudden and immediately debilitating🤤💖

Really fun to imagine all the notifications and pop-ups across a bot's HUD as they can barely keep up with the intense demanding needs of their body

Rodimus is a good pick!! He's fun, and there's lots of good picks for who to pair him up with