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Can I request for G1 Starscream falling in love with a super feminine pink, dolled up all that stuff type of reader? Like he shrinks (idk the term i’m new to transformers :( ) and helps her find cute new outfits, does all these mushy things that makes the other decepticons lowkey jealous that he’s got this cute human girl WILLINGLY wanting to be around him and one day he SNAPS and tells her how he feels in a super dramatic way and it ends in super fluffy smut ? SORRY FOR BOTHERING-

Mass displacement! Also you’re not bothering! Every anon i get is a blessing uwu

Starscream x Fem!Reader, Fem reader, racially ambiguous, reader has a sort of bimbo/sweet lolita aesthetic, scent kink, dressing up, Starscream has watched human porn

It’s not that the Decepticons hated humans it’s more so they thought of them as a disposable and annoying at best. Hell, Soundwave and his cassettes even partied at a human club after Megatron’s whole framing the Autobots and getting them blasted off into space plan worked.

The relationship between humans and Decepticons is strenuous at best. Humans produce energy source, Decepticons try to steal it wrecking infrastructure in the process, and then the Autobots show up to also destroy infrastructure but also keep the Decepticons from stealing anymore energy.

All of that to say that humans and Decepticons are capable of forming friendships.

Friendships that end up with Starscream thumbing through the different outfits you had brought at his request. He scrutinized every pink article of clothing, every bow, every kitten heel, and every piece of jewelry with picky optics. Given the chance to dress you however he saw fit, he was going to make sure he made the most objectively perfect outfit. After all, you were Starscream’s pet human friend or whatever your relationship was.

“What is this human covering?” Starscream pinched a lacey pink bra between his digits. “Surely it provides no benefit to wear over your optics.”

You had to hold back a fit of laughter for the sake of Starscream’s ego. “It’s a bra,” you explained covering your giggles as you clearing your throat. “Humans wear it under our clothes over our chests. It’s supposed to support our breasts.”

“You have separate pieces of fabric to wear under your coverings? That’s preposterous, why not have these contraptions built into your coverings to begin with!”

You reached up to take your bra from Starscream but he pulled his servo just higher than your height. “Don’t try to snatch what I’m holding out of my servo,” Starscream scolded. “I’m still picking out your ‘outfit of the day’ as you call it.”

You huffed starting to feel a little embarrassed having the mech dangle your bra out in the open like that.

“Are these ‘bras’ mandatory for your outfit?” Starscream asked now looking at the intricate heart pattern lace closer.

“Sometimes,” you responded never expecting to have to explain the concept of a bra to an alien robot.

“For my outfit they will be,” Starscream grinned proudly admiring the lacy bra. You felt something in your stomach tingle at his smirking face. “Now remove your little human coverings.”

You nearly choked on your own esophagus at what Starscream had said. You felt the blood rush to both your face and your most intimate regions.

“W-what!?”

“I don’t plan on having you wearing my outfit overtop what you have on now,” Starscream huffed tugging at your little skirt between his two digits. You yelped and pulled down on your skirt to cover yourself.

“You can’t just say that!” You squeaked thoroughly embarrassed. “We usually don’t get dressed in front if each other like that!”

“That’s stupid,” Starscream rolled his optics. “You expect me to believe that after I saw Rumble’s little human movie?”

You finally managed to tug your skirt from between his digits. “What movie?” You asked confused. You assumed he was talking about a movie where a couple or maybe family members were changing for some reason in front of each other or were removing outer layers before jumping into some water.

“Your silly little reproductive films,” Starscream responded slightly annoyed that you didn’t know what he was talking about.

You felt like the floor had been stolen right from under you. You wanted to laugh at the situation but you couldn’t help how your mouth hung agape in horror. The realization that Decepticons had access to human pornography and that Rumble was so comfortable watching them that Starscream watched it with him was like a brick to the back of your head.

“Reproductive films?” You asked hopping with all your might Starscream was referring to something else.

“Yes,” Starscream responded sounding relieved he didn’t have to explain what he was talking about. He carefully laid out the outfit he chose before you. For a second you completely forgot what you two were doing when the subject of human reproduction was brought up.

“How did you get that?!”

“You brought these with you,” Starscream scoffed thinking you were referring to the outfit he picked out.

“No! How the hell did you get human pornography?”

Starscream laughed a little at your flustered state and stroked the top of your head. You felt your brain turn into a puddle in a split second. Rarely did Starscream engage in touching and only when he had to. The fact that the mech of your desires was petting you like a dog made something inside of you swell with warmth.

“I wasn’t the one who got it so you’d have to ask Rumble about that,” Starscream purred almost too satisfied with assigning you this mission. “After we get you in this outfit of course!”

Starscream’s servo moved to grab the collar of your shirt and pull up. You squeaked and held onto your top with all your might. “Let me change somewhere private for god’s sake!” You barked.

Starscream only huffed and turned around so he wasn’t facing you. “Better?” He asked putting his servos on his hips.

“Yes,” you said relieved. “Thank you for being so generous.”

“Don’t get used to it human,” Starscream bit back with amusement.

You peeled back your layers of clothes and quickly put on the outfit Starscream had picked out. You removed the bra you were currently wearing and quickly replaced it with the bra Starscream had picked out. He hadn’t really chosen a top but a heart patterned cardigan that you buttoned up over your bra. The plaid pink miniskirt was next and you laughed a little seeing how he mixed patterns. Next you slipped on the plain white over the knee socks to complete the outfit.

“Okay you can turn around,” you said preparing to give Starscream a little twirl.

The mech turned back around to admire his creation but he instead furrowed his optical ridge. “What is that?”

“The outfit you picked out?” You answered while striking a couple poses.

“No,” Starscream huffed as he reached down to grab at your skirt. “What is this?” He flipped your skirt up so your lace pink undies were on display. You yelped and tried to push your skirt down in embarrassment. “I did not pick these out!”

You batted at Starscream’s digits. “Stop looking at my underwear, ass!”

Starscream dropped your skirt and huffed. “Those weren’t supposed to be part of the outfit.”

“You want me to go commando?” You teased.

“If that means removing the offending coverings then yes.”

You heard a soft whirring sound come from Starscream as his optics were trained on you. He seemed expectantly. The atmosphere of the room suddenly felt warmer and almost overwhelming. You felt your heart beating out of your chest as you slipped your thumbs along the elastic of your panties and slowly slipped them down your legs until they were around your ankles. You gently grabbed one side of your underwear and slowly stepped out of them.

The whirring from Starscream grew louder as he saw you holding your underwear.

“You’re not wearing any other coverings under there?” Starscream asked trying to sound critical but you could hear the edge of excitement in his voice.

“No,” you said breathlessly.

“Let me see,” Starscream reached and flipped your skirt up so your pussy was on display for him.

You felt your knees wobble a bit being exposed in front of him but you did nothing to stop him.

“Do you believe me now?” You asked trying not to let your heart pop out if your chest.

“I’d like to make sure you’re not lying,” Starscream mumbled with his optics on your bush. He ran a digit along the hair that grew on your pubic mound before slipping it between your legs. He could feel the slick moisture you produced in response to his teasing. He could feel how your clit throbbed and stood erect against his metal plating. Primis, he could feel how warm you were.

“Starscream,” you panted in a whiney voice.

Starscream jerked his optics up to stare at your flustered state. He had you right where he wanted you but for some reason he felt paralyzed. You absentmindedly started rubbing your cunt along his digit in slow needy motions. You looked so cute at his mercy but why did he feel like he was more so at yours?

“Here,” Starscream reached behind you and adjusted your body like you were a doll. You laid back with your knees bent, legs spread, and your folds open and welcoming Starscream’s gaze.

“You’re so wet,” Starscream said not knowing what else to say as he spread your labia with two of his digits. “You humans seem to only have one interface array,” Starscream pointed out as he prodded at your hole.

You gasped out feeling the blunt tip of his digit as he explored your most intimate organ. “Sometimes,” you responded thinking you understood the jists of what an interface array was. “Do you have-“

“Cybertronians have both a phallic and yonic devices for pleasure,” Starscream stated matter of factly. He dipped his helm closer to your spread legs. You jumped when he slapped his other servo down beside you and groaned. “You smell so good.”

Starscream prodded at your pussy with his olfactory sensors. He seemed to be huffing the musk of your aroused cunt but before you could say anything you felt the hot, wet plane of his glossa. You moaned out arching your hips towards him.

“Your taste is milder than ours,” Starscream said as the rumble if his voice spread through your folds. You reached out grabbing at Starscream’s helm as you tried to push your cunt against his faceplate.

“Little human,” Starscream groaned as he eyed up your sweaty aroused body still covered in the outfit he chose. “Tell me you want this.”

“Please, Starscream,” you said adoring how Starscream ogled at you.

You stared in awe as his form shrunk. His frame became smaller and smaller as he climbed onto his own desk to hover over you. Despite being half his original size, Starscream was still giant compared to you.

Your amazement over Starscream’s ability to change size was short lived when you felt something hot and heavy flop onto your pubic mound. You could feel the smooth metal texture of his spike as he rubbed it through your pubic hair. His transfluid leaking and clumping the hair together with each push and pull of his mechanical cock.

“I am going to claim you,” he said with a wicked smile. His cooling fans sounded like they were working overtime. “Claim you as my little human toy.”

You nodded as you pulled his helm down towards your face. Your hot breath fogged against his faceplate as you needily grabbed his dermas with your lips. The kiss was stiff and awkward at first as Starscream tried to keep up with how your soft lips moved against his metal ones. You wrapped your legs around his waist trying to pull him as close as possible. He eventually found rhythm with your lips as he kissed back releasing little whimpers and moans into your mouth.

Starscream’s turbines purred in delight when you felt something blunt push up against your hole. “So small,” he laughed against the side of your head. “I could tear you apart and you’d beg me for more, wouldn’t you?” The thick head of his spike pushed against the puckered entrance of your vagina. You whined out his name feeling your walls separate and make way for his heavy mechanical cock. His servos slid down your sides as he lifted his body from yours so he could marvel at your shivering form. His servos dug into your hips enjoying how the fat squished under his tight grip.

“Star-“ you cried out cutting yourself off with a choked moan. Starscream tormented you by fuddling with your clit under his thumb. Slowly turning and rubbing the nub of nerves under his the metal pad like you were simply a game controller meant to be played with. “You feel wonderful,” Starscream hissed as he buried his cock inside of you. Your walls clung and pulsed around him like a fleshy vice.

“My love,” Starscream moaned catching your attention. Your eyes were glued to his flushed faceplate as he continued speaking. “Tell me you love me.” There was a hint of desperation to his voice and you dared not make him beg lest he crumble over top of you like a clump of dry clay.

“I love you,” you panted trying to shimmy your hips to get his spike moving inside of you. “I love you so much, Starscream!”

That seemed to be enough because next he grabbed onto your waist tucking his head against your breasts as he pistoned his spike in and out of you. Your body shook with the force he fucked you with. You gripped onto his helm your legs wrapped around him like a python as he seemed to only focus on ramming his spike inside of you. His intake wrapped around the side of your breast lightly biting down on the squishy flesh in an attempt to ground himself.

Your cunt felt like heaven or at least the closest Starscream could ever get to it. Fluttering juicy walls that pulled his spike with every thrust of his pelvis. He needed to overload inside of you. He needed to have you dripping and flooded with his release. The image of his spent slowly sliding down your legs only made him whimper against your breast.

“Oh Star!” You cried out as his thrusts rocked your body upwards. “You’re so good! It’s so good!”

Starscream uncurled his arms from around your waist and slapped both of his servos down on either side of your head so he could press his forehelm to your forehead. His optics bore into your soul and you could hear the humming of his EM field being so close to him.

“You’re beautiful,” Starscream moaned. “My beautiful human.”

You simply whined in response.

“My beautiful conjux.”

You shivered your eyes rolling back at his confession. He had explained the concept of conjux to you before and the fact that he blatantly called you such a heavy term for lovers made you cum around his spike. Gummy walla that grabbed onto him like a bear trap trying to pull him deeper inside of you. Your nails picking and pulling at the transformation seems of his plating in an attempt to ground yourself through your orgasm.

“Wonderful,” Starscream gasped in awe. “Stunning.”

“Starscream!” You sobbed feeling your pussy pulse in overstimulation from his relenting pace.

“What’s this?” He purred with a wicked grin. “Is my spike becoming too much for my poor human?”

You shook your head but the way you gritted your teeth and shivered made Starscream believe otherwise. “You can take it,” he cooed giving your clit a sharp pinch. “You will take it.”

You whined and thrashed as he used your body for his release. His hot metal digits pinched and pulled at your clit with little regard just trying to make you squeeze around him just right. “Look at me,” Starscream ordered when you squeezed your eyes shut. “I want you to look at me when I fill you.”

Like an obedient toy you did as you were told and opened your eyes to the optics that bore into your soul. “Mine,” Starscream growled as you felt the hot fluid of his release fill you. Your whole body shivered as goosebumps rose to your skin. “All mine.” Starscream’s pelvis stilled as his spike dumped his overload deep within you.

The only sounds in his habsuite was the whirring of his cooling fans and the soft panting of your breath as you both stared at each other. Starscream reached up and wiped some sweat from your brow before leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Let me stay like this a little longer,” he begged. “Please.”

You nodded still out of breath.

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Finally finished the Starscream valveplug commission for @glacialenvy - thank you so much for being patient with me through my exams!

Starscream hemispike goes brrrr

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this is obscene pooop sorry for #slurs

[art by kusu]

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oufghrg..,,.,

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Starscream x y/n

I wonder what humans taste like to transformers?

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Missing Out

TFP Ratchet x fem!human!Reader x Ultra Magnus

Hey hey hey, here's a little something my friend @azu-recentbrainrot has been craving real bad, so I thought I'd do the right thing and bring it to fruition !! This is also an apology for not posting any fics for a while, but this gave me a semi for writing again, so here's hoping!!

Warnings: Dom/Sub, Sexting, Masturbation, Guilty Wank

Word Count: 1,042

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

You think there's nothing better than diving face-first into a soft bed. Fluffy blankets, plush pillows, the warmth of a lover and the indescribable tension of the inevitable hanging in the air.

Oh yes, you've been a bad, bad girl.

"And what do you think you're doing?" A low, gruff voice sounds from behind. You can't see him, only feeling when he kneels onto the bed after you, "A poor attempt at hiding yourself from me, hm?"

You can't help but let out a breathless giggle as Ratchet looms over you like a heavy storm, the thrill equally as electric. After all, one does not simply flirt with the first commanding officer and expect to get away with it.

The difference with you, however, is that Ratchet knows the game you're playing. You've both had your eye on Ultra Magnus for a while, and that aforementioned tension in the air wasn't confined to just the berthroom, only you had a bit more guts than Ratchet to make a move.

"Absolutely not." You giggle again when you feel Ratchet's face nuzzling the back of your neck, only for it to transition into a soft gasp as you feel him tugging your pants off.

"Oh please, sweetspark," He moves to nibble your earlobe, "You know exactly what you're doing. A little vixen you are, yes."

His words trail off as you feel a cold, heavy servo trail the back of your thighs. It stops right between your legs and cups your pussy, and you feel yourself clench around nothing. A low hum right into your ear sends tingles down your spine, before you feel the slap of a heavy spike smacking your ass.

"Maybe..." You moan breathlessly and arch your back against him. The whole situation has sparked a fire in the pit of your stomach, and you want nothing more than for him to fuck your brains out.

Ratchet receives the message loud and clear. He sits up and pulls your hips with him. You attempt to follow through with your hands, but he tuts and pushes your head back onto the pillow.

"Oh no, you don't. Stay down." The old medic growls the command. He lines his thick spike to your pussy, and slowly eases himself in.

With a perfect, almost back-breaking arch achieved, he holds your hips in a death-like grip and thrusts forward, splitting you open perfectly.

"Ohpfuck-" You grip the pillow and cry out into it, holding on for dear mercy as Ratchet plunges his spike into you over and over again.

"There's a good girl, taking all of me. Do you like the idea of being shareware? I wonder what Ultra Magnus would think if he saw us like this."

The image conjured in your head rips a moan from you, and you bounce forcefully against his pelvis plate, the tip of his spike kissing your sweet spot perfectly each time.

"I thought so." Ratchet groans lowly, his optics trained on your backside as it ripples from the force.

He fucks you like this for a while, eventually closing his optics and letting himself feel you. The moans and the sounds of metal on skin echoed against the walls.

At this point, deep inside you, he gets a devious idea.

He slows down, and you whine. His spike is pulsing like crazy, and you feel him leaning over you to reach something, "Wait- Ratchet what are yo-"

With the camera open, the medic retrieves a data pad and pushes it into your trembling hands. You force your aching neck to swivel to look at him questionably, but he's already pressed record. Ratchet then cups your chin and redirects you to look at the data pad, angling your face perfectly in view.

"Don't get all shy now," He keeps his grip on your chin as he resumes his rutting, "Go on, let him see your pretty face, sweetspark..."

The view looking back at you is nothing short of hot. Your face, reddened and slick with sweat, your eyes lined with tears, the arch of your back showing off all the curves of your ass, the background completely filled with a metal, white and orange abdomen thrusting into you. You're watching yourself getting fucked, and it's the hottest thing when you know who this porno is getting sent to.

"Fuck! C-Commander-"

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Ultra Magnus has replayed this video too many times, and he's ashamed. Locked in his quarters with his back against the wall, he watches the intimate act of the resident couple.

He shouldn't be engaging with this, it goes against every rule and code of conduct that flashes through his processor with every stroke of his spike.

He's the Autobots' first commanding officer for Primus' sake. He shouldn't engage with his teammates like this, let alone when a human is involved. But you started this. You both did. He can feel those quick glances and longing stares through the back of his helm. When you sent a wink his way while you brought those soft, delicate lips to meet Ratchet's.

He feels so, so ashamed of himself.

But they sent the video, it's not his fault. It could've been an accident for all he knew.

"F-Fuck! C-Commander-"

At least, that's what he tells himself.

He hears your voice moan out for him for the fifth time, holding the data pad closer to get another good look at you both. His spike throbs in yearning as he watches you cum, fisting his spike harder at the look on your face. It's messy, raw and so human.

He observes some more, watching as the Autobot medic ruts into you hard and fast. He hears a gruff moan, and Ultra Magnus can only guess as to what kind of mess Ratchet has made of your insides. He strokes himself some more, harshly venting as he comes closer and closer to overloading.

The data pad then shows Ratchet leaning down in view, pressing cheek-to-cheek against your exhausted, fucked out face.

"Come join us next time, will you?"

"I will-" He growls, answering only to himself as he overloads and paints the data pad in his sticky pink transfluid. He pumps through the remaining pleasure, slowing down and sighing as the video ends.

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~*Soundwave/Starscream Doujinshi translation*~

WARNING for dubcon. Someday I will translate something with no consent issues. That day is not today.

Kissing and sex sound effects need no translation. Sorry for the pixelated text; this one was quick and dirty in more ways than one.

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One of deepest desires was being sandwiched between IDW Rodimus and IDW Blurr, a hot bodied mech and a speed talker just does something to me… Both have their own respective egos that deserve stroking… or something if that manner

Sure! 🔞 Mass displaced mechs 🌶️

What If- Shared

Blurr x Reader, Rodimus x Reader

• Head back against Rodimus’s shoulder, your breath hitches feeling your mate’s hands heating against you where he has his arms wrapped around you, keeping you supported. Grounding you with his reassuring presence. Getting separated from Roddy had been absolutely terrifying, but Blurr had kept you safe, chatted nonstop to distract you from your panic until he’d been able to get in touch with your mate. But you still can’t believe Roddy had agreed to let you thank Blurr. “Primus,” Blurr groans, voice strained. “One more. Please, give me one more.”

• Venting raggedly as you arch against him with a cry, Rodimus smiles watching you come apart again as Blurr’s servos tighten on your hips. Hadn’t really known much about the other bot aside from his reputation, but the mech had taken care of you when he hadn’t had to. And okay, maybe he’s enjoying watching you get fragged so thoroughly you’re whimpering incoherently and trembling against him.

• Hips pumping as you tighten to fist his spike again, Blurr groans. Because this isn’t the thank you he’d expected, but he’s definitely not complaining. Hasn’t imagined humans could be so amazing. All slick heat and able to keep up with him. “Please,” you moan, voice shaking as he ruts against you. Just keep begging for more and he’s too happy to oblige.

• Grabbing at Roddy’s arms as Blurr whines and babbles about how tight and wet you are, how good you feel wrapped around his spike as his hips snap against you until he overloads to fill you again, and you hear your mate chuckle. Trembling and overly sensitive as you try to figure out how many times he’s driven you to climax, your heart is racing. It was enough times that your thighs won’t stop trembling and you’re slicked with his release. “My turn,” Rodimus growls and you whimper as Blurr finally slips free of you. Because too much sex is apparently a thing even though you never imagined it’d be a problem you’d have.

• “Roddy,” you whine, sounding so sweet. Laying you across the bar top as Blurr leans against it, venting heavily and watching, Rodimus slides a hand up your spine and presses a kiss against your neck. Before freeing his aching spike and burying himself inside you. ‘If you two are ever in the area, you should stop by,’ Blurr says, watching you writhing under him. Needs to claim you, fill you. Can scent Blurr on you and as amazing as it was to watch you, he knows he’s going to drag you into the washracks as soon as he reaches the ship. And then spend the rest of his recharge period rutting against you. Filling you until you only scent of him again. But he’s definitely going to keep Blurr’s offer in mind.

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robot pussy

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stop drawing for others. don't draw for yourself either. play video games

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cyber bodies are usually designed to last 5-10 years, to trap ppl in a perpetual state of debt. there’s a thriving grey market for overhauls and repairs

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“Fluorescent love!”

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All about Biolights! YIPPEE!

Note: This piece plays off the pretty widely accepted headcanon that touching/complimenting biolights is flirting/sexual, in case you want context:) 

CW/TW: NSFW MDNI. VALVEPLUG. Gender neutral human reader, established relationships, sadomasochism in Vortex’ part, descriptions of robo-genitals, body modification but it’s normal for Cybertronians, general OOC warning probably, lots of praise, I was seriously losing steam by the end of this lol 

Names used: you, your, yours, etc 

Characters: Jazz, Swerve, Grimlock, Swindle, Whirl, First Aid, Vortex, Windblade, Waspinator 

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Jazz 

Navy blue and cerulean lights pulse in a soothing rhythm, one in tandem with the timbre of Jazz’ voice. His chassis, abdomen and modesty panel are all decorated with seams and strips of light, languid hues that incite wanting glances and unspoken desires. 

Jazz absolutely adores the way you run your fingers over his biolights, he doesn’t mind if you use a bit more pressure either. Your touch and soft kisses turning to bites and mild scratches, it doesn’t hurt though. It only serves to stir up his charge even further, his needy servos roaming every inch of you they can whenever you touch him like that. 

Ever the big tease, he will tease you to kingdom come if he catches you staring at his lights, though he does purposefully brighten and flicker them when you’re around, wanting to draw your attention. He knows exactlywhat he’s doing. 

His lights have the tendency to move with the beat of your heart and voice when you’re pressed against him, and he spills praise like it’s nobodies business the entire time you’re gracing him with your affection. He strokes your hair or skin so gently when you compliment the way his lights look when they pulse, low drawn out moans and groans from just your touch on his lights alone- you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. 

His spike has lights that mimic the details on his chassis, though there are also lights in the seams of his mesh, just like his valve. The lights on his spike and valve are either blue or a soft white, complimenting the color of his dark mesh beneath. He’s not the most sensitive, but he just can’t help the way his plating ruffles up when you swipe your tongue across them, and seeing your feature illuminated by his lights just makes him more impatient for you<3

Swerve 

He just can’t take it, so easily overwhelmed by your loving touches, of which he is most certainly not used to, along his biolights. Bright apple red, but still their luminosity is dull compared to others. Not begging for attention anywhere near as much as his bumbling mouth is, but still incredibly responsive to your affection. 

So responsive in fact, that just breathing against them has his plating ruffling, and he will shake uncontrollably if you praise him. His engine revs and his bites down on his derma to stifle himself, do remind him he didn’t have to, would you?

Lights decorate his modesty panel around his faction symbol and up the sides of his chassis. They surround the back of his helm too, and you’ve always thought he looks so handsome being backlit like that. 

Catching you staring at his lights will have him weak in the knees, having to force himself to stay upright, and his EM field brushes over you in waves of familiar warm static. Your genuine love and affection will have him begging you to continue, and while he may be used to being unappreciated and thus inexperienced, he will make up for it with sheer enthusiasm. Touching the lights behind his helm while he’s between your thighs is a sure fire way to get his spike and valve aching for you, lights pulsing and waving to draw more of your attention. 

He may very well overload purely from your voice and gentle touches alone. But don’t worry, he can keep it up as long as he needs to. Cybertronian stamina- he’s never been so grateful for you. 

He has both an extra sensitive and extra chubby spike and valve. Though the lights there are fewer, they compensate with their reactions to you. Trail your fingers along his lights and he’s stifling a loud groan, already unable to stop the ceaseless praises spilling from his derma. Smaller lights nestled in between the seams of the soft mesh panels on his spike and valve practically purr in time with you, never being able to get enough but so damn sensitive at the same time. 

The longer strip of light along the bottom of his length just feels so good when your lips or hands or anything are on him it’s got his back struts straining. He’s so so eager to please you, especially when you give him such love and care, he’ll make absolute certain you’re satisfied by the end of it. 

Grimlock

While not as sensitive as other bots, and that’s purely because of his size, Grimlock is a king that demands attention. As such, his frame is littered with bright red and golden biolights, most notably about his abdomen and back struts, thighs and his shoulders. His status means his lights are extra bright comparatively, and nearly always active. They’re certainly active when you’re present, and also after a good fight. 

Growling and nuzzling into you are his most common responses to your touch against his lights, he needs you to use more pressure. You can bite him and it won’t hurt, scratch or stroke however hard or soft you’d like to, he enjoys it all. 

You’re just so small compared to him, your little hands able to reach into his seams in ways he’s certainly never felt before. It’s addicting. He wraps his EM field around you so you feel protected while you sit in his lap or against his thigh, and he will do his very best to remain still for your ministrations, but he’s never been the most patient of mechs. 

What little self restraint he has snaps the very klik he sees his lights through your skin. Even just seeing the glow, not dissimilar from a flashlight held against you, on your small hands has him gripping the berth so hard it’s denting. 

Befitting of a king and leader, his spike and valve share the common trait of being absolutely slathered in lights. Vibrant reds and bright golds wrap around the base and tip of his spike, and his anterior node glows the same. The sides of his spike and exterior of his valve are heavily decorated in stripes of luminosity and smaller dots that all flitter and pulse for your gaze alone. His valve is extra plush too<3 I mean, he’s king Grimlock, are you surprised? 

Swindle 

As if Swindle could get anymore flashy, he’s decked out from helm to pede with royal violet and golden biolights, having extensively modified his frame to be even more enticing. Little did he know it would entice such a human as you. 

Thin hues of modified gold rest along the collar bone area of his chassis. With purple ones matching his paint job, the naturally forged lights, sit in the seams and junctions of his thighs, back and abdomen. 

Ever in his typical fashion, Swins lights are rarely inactive, always begging for attention that he rejects from all except you. Even when he’s combined into Bruticus, he still shines brightly, lights and EM field both.  

Nothing gets him going like your longing stares searing into his lights, and he will absolutely tease you to the pit and back when he catches you. His praise can sometimes come off as equally praising himself, but he truly does adore you and means every word. 

Now if you’re to wear something either in the berth or your daily life that matches him? His paint job or his biolights? He’s all servos, all over you. He will let you touch him as you please for as long as you’d like, being much more patient than his demeanor initially suggests. But he still has a limit, of course. 

Steady pulses follow when you two are taking it slow, but the hitching you bear witness to whenever your fingers or lips land on a particularly sensitive spot is enough of a motivator to pick up the pace. 

He can handle a bit of pain, so don’t be afraid to scratch and bite at his lights, his helm falling back in a long needy groan whenever you do. Truly, he just doesn’t shut up. You can be the one to determine whether or not that’s a good thing;) 

Following the same trend on his frame, his spike is equally decorated in natural and modified lights. The golden modifications line the sides of his length in shorter strips. The natural violet much longer and more sensitive rest alongside the golden ones. 

His valve begs for your attention at any given chance, the anterior node blinking urgently if you remove your touch in the middle of your fun with him. Do continue, would you?<3 

Whirl 

Too sensitive for his own liking, not having been touched or loved in all too long. Near royal blue lights decorate the joining seams of his abdomens plating, and follow suit near his back struts. He’s all too aware of the way the lights around the gun barrels on his chassis entice you, internally strung so tight just from your loving glances. 

His two rotors and creases of his thighs have thinner lights, almost accessories to the others. They pulse wildly underneath your touch and affection, but he fills the silence with teasing remarks to mask his own flustered state. He doesn’t understand why you want him this way, what with how he looks and all. So any sweet praise you offer him has his processor fogging over, and he may be a little rough with his words, but he won’t hesitate to let you know he adores you even still. 

Though they lack the previous luminescence of his real hands, his replaced clawed servos always dusting a phantom feeling over him that makes him so frustrated. They used to be so sensitive from his clockmaking endeavors, equally decked out in blue lights, but now only stolen claws remain. 

His spikes base is circled by a light of blue, dark and inviting. The way they illuminate your skin when he bottoms out has him reeling. Smaller fitted lights in the seams of his plating along the sides flicker when you’re around him. 

His valve has light strings that curve down the sides of the neglected mesh, with again smaller ones sitting between his seams similar to his spike. He used to be annoyed at the amount of attention his biology demanded of a partner that he didn’t have, until you came along<3 

First Aid 

Gentle as ever, and certainly no pushover, First Aid shutters at the feeling of your touch on his biolights. Sparkling cobalt hues trail along the two seams of his modesty panel and down his thighs, but his most sensitive lights are located in the joints and mesh of his servos- and oh how he struggles to maintain his composure when you place your lips on them. Licking or kissing resulting in immediate reactions of soft groans and venting against your hair, unable to peel his optics off you when you touch him that way. 

He’s just the sweetest partner, praising you in all the ways he’s learned you adore but that only increases when your much smaller fingers stroke at his most sensitive areas, pouring out of him as if he can’t control it. He has a featherlight touch despite the size difference, always being extra careful to not hurt you. He can certainly be a bit rougher if you’d like, but only upon request. 

As sweet as he can be, he enjoys getting a good reaction out of you. Teasing you in such a soft spoken voice- Fawning over how you look whenever his lights reveal what he’s been thinking about all day, you. He feels like a pervert thinking about your mouth on his neck cables or biting down on any lights you can, but he just can’t help it. 

His valve clenches around nothing when you lovingly stroke a thumb over the lights mimicking the ones on his panel that surround it. His anterior node a bright red hue, different from his other lights, begging for your attention. 

His spike follows suit in its mimicry, two solid lines of luminescence that trail the length of him, and he’s particularly sensitive there too. Though you can say that about any bots lights, really. His favorite sight has become you, solely illuminated by the blue hue of his optics and biolights. 

Vortex 

Claw, pinch, scratch, bite- Vortex wants you to put in effort when you touch his biolights. He likes the pain, needsit even. You could stab him and he’d thank you. Barely able to hold back a low drawn out groan when you leave little crescent marks in the brightly lit seams of his chassis from your nails, praise falls from his lips so easily when you inflict pain on him. Green and purple lights pulse and wave in time with your ministrations, notably responsive to pain and force. 

Touching the trailing lights on his rotors and rotor mast has him shaking like a leaf, plating shivering in tandem with your precious touch. But he won’t go so easy on you, he’ll pull your hands towards his lights with a wicked grin and tell you to keep going, ‘it’s okay if you draw energon’, that’s what he wants. Wants to have remnants of your attention on his frame for as long as possible and he won’t be covering them, oh no. He’s not shy. 

Biolight V lines along his abdomen flicker when you bite the soft mesh in the crease of his thighs, and he’s biting his lip so hard energon drips down his chin. He always pets your hair when you do that, absolutely adoring you and how cute you look in the moment, illuminated by his glowing anatomy. 

All that to say, he’s not always like that. If you want him to be gentle, he’s still struggling to hold back the way his engine stalls and purrs at your touch. 

It drives him insane, the dichotomy between the way you touch him. Soft kisses placed along his lights vs the harsh way you scratch down their length with your nails or teeth. He’s almost smug about it, he’s proud of you and what you do. And he’s praises you for exactly that. 

Vortex has multiple stripes of lights along the length of his spike, and the exterior of his valve is decorated all the same. The strip of light on the underside of his spike stretching to the tip and his anterior node are by far the most sensitive, you’ll have this ‘copter as putty in your hands if you give them any attention. 

Windblade 

In a shade of blue matching her paint job, Windblade has notably bright and sparkly biolights decorating her wings and nestled in the soft creases of her thighs/pelvis. Extra thin and sleek lights along her neck cables only glow for you, enticing you to kiss and touch her sensitive mesh. 

Her voice is gentle and soothing as she praises you for how you touch her, and sitting on her thigh while you do so only results in her own servos being unable to leave your body, lovingly roaming every inch of your form. She might even grind your hips along her plating if you don’t seem to mind, and especially if it keeps your hands on her. 

She exvents so prettily when you trace the lights along the leaning or trailing edge of her wings, and the way her engine stalls at your touch is so audible, make sure you’re in private, the cityspeaker is awful vocal. 

Windblade isn’t one to tease you too much, but she might poke a little fun at your reactions to how her lights pulse for you. Smooth and steady waves of color pan over your skin and she’s glad she’s had so many years to train self restraint or she’d be all over you right now. She often wonders if your veins are like her biolights, but she has yet to ask. Maybe she’ll find out in practice, leave gentle loving kisses and nibbles along your wrists and neck to find your reaction herself. 

Her wing roots are also colored that same blue, and her wings shiver when you touch them. Don’t you know how sensitive flyers wings are?? No matter your dynamic in the berth, she’s reeling when you touch her wings. Licking or kissing those lights will have the restraint she’s trained so hard for snapping in no time. She is patient and honest to a fault, but even she has a limit. 

Cerulean blue lights surround the plush mesh of her valve, and her anterior node glows a soft hue that has your mouth watering at the sight. She has a strip of lights on either side of her spike, swirling around to highlight the tip. She’s just so pretty- lucky little human 

Waspinator 

Waspinator isn’t used to being given gentle loving touches, isn’t used to be shown affection let alone desire. He can’t help the way his biolights desperately pulse to draw you in, entice you into touching him. But he doesn’t just want you to do the touching, no no, he wants to make you feel the best you’ve ever felt. He isn’t near as clueless about that sort of thing as many may think. 

Tracing the pretty gold and purple biolight veins of his wings always has him shuttering, whining for you to spare him from your teasing. He’ll toss his head back where he’s sprawled out underneath you, and even his optics blink on and offline when you touch him. He may offer you a more predatory gaze if you tease him too much though. 

Praising Waspinator only results in more of his desperate, broken pleas for you to touch him properly, and his processor fogs over when you stroke the pulsing lights along his abdomen. V shaped lines trailing downward towards his modesty panel, so so sensitive after years of not receiving any love or attention. 

He writhes when you stroke your small fingers over the base of his wings against his back struts, wings shivering beneath your touch. He wants to make you feel this good, be the best he can possibly be for you, so desperate to please. 

The lights on his spike and valve always brighten when you touch him, needing you so badly to continue, and he’ll beg so sweetly if you ask him to. His spike has stripes of lights that mimic that of his frame, circling both around the base and tip. His valve has lights leading towards his anterior node from the creases of his thighs, his node which always twitches under your touch- flickering brightly- he whines and growls for you to just ‘please don’t stop.’ He’s so damn desperate for you<3 

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Note: what a world I live in to be writing nsfw about lights on an alien robot bug, huh? Also, I’m thinking about cutting back from my typical ten characters per post (this one is 9 for this exact reason) to something like 6. It’s just easier for me:p by the time I got to Jazz (I wrote his last) I was completely out of steam lol 

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Wellness check! it's been 2 weeks since you've posted last. Are you alive

yep! ^_^

haven't been super active on Tumblr recently, sorry! I've been posting on bsky more, though!

just going through a bit of a "using social media less" phase I guess?

rest assured I'll be back eventually!

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someone remind me to do some bot X human NSFW alphabets when it's not nearly 4am. im very inspired now

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Swerve NSFW alphabet that no one asked for ‼️

(human reader I’m sorry folks)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Swerve is extremely sensitive, so it’ll take him a bit to get up and running after an intense overload. However, once he’s gotten his processor back to stable grounds, he’s already grabbing things to soothe you with. Whether it be getting the tub filled with nice hot water or simply a glass of cold water. He’s on it!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It’s a bit of a difficult question asking Swerve what his favorite body part is. He’s pretty insecure about everything, but he would have to say his servos. Not only are they large enough to carry platters of drinks around easily, but just one digit is nearly as thick as a human cock. He loves to make you cum with his fingers; being able to feel every twitch and pull with the sensitive pads he has on his digits due to being a metallurgist.

For you, he likes any part of you with even a little squish. The physical softness of humankind never fails to amaze and entrance him. Loves to feel how your body dips under his touch.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

By himself, he just finds it a bit annoying. Before getting a partner he’s the kind to just wipe it up with a cloth and toss it somewhere in his hab to clean up later. With you, he’s just happy to be allowed to overload on/in you at all! Loves the way your skin looks when it’s glistening with his release. Whether it’s dripping out of you or down your body, it’s causing his engine to rev.

Your cum is something he can’t get enough of. I stand by the idea that this mech is talented with that yapping intake of his. He’d suck you dry, licking up every drop from your sex until you’re trembling and writhing under his glossa.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s a little bit of a perv… nothing too intense, but he does steal your dirty clothes. The oh so human scent that lingers on the gusset of your panties or the crotch of your boxers drives him crazy. He’d snatch up the underwear and huff the fabric while a servo pumps his spike or fingers his valve desperately.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Swerve’s probably had at least a little experience, though I don’t think he’s had a partner long enough that he’s learned anything from it. That doesn’t mean he’s not eager to learn! He will be super attentive to how you’re reacting and feeling, making sure to file away the correct movements/pace in his processor to use another time. He also learns super quick. After one or two interfacing sessions, he’s got you down pat and could make you cum in minutes if he wanted to.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes positions where you’re most comfortable and where he can see your face. Cowgirl is his go to since you can control the pace without him having to worry about crushing you. He also likes watching his spike slipping in and out of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He definitely starts out goofy, it’s Swerve for fucks sake! He’s the type to work out the awkward moments with a joke or a reaction that’ll make you laugh. However, in the heat of things or when he’s close to overloading, he will get very emotional. He’d murmur all the things he loves about you into your ear, begging for you to let him cum even if you never said he couldn’t. After overloading he’d thank you relentlessly, holding you tight as he tries to get his EM field to affect your human body.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

For obvious reasons I’m gonna go with his holoform here! He’s definitely hairy, I mean look at that man! He wouldn’t be against projecting his holoform without body hair if you wanted though, since it just takes a little tweaking.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It’s a total toss up with him. On special occasions he loves to go all out. The entire cliche rose petals, candles, chocolate covered strawberries, everything! But he’s also down to just scoop you up and pound you in the storage room behind the bar.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before getting with you he used to jerk off all the time, so it’s a habit he’d have to teach himself out of. Especially with the sex drive he has. He’d much rather spill his transfluids with you, but if you’re busy or not in the mood he’s a-okay with handling it himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Everyone who’s ever written about Swerve knows damn well he’s a sucker for praise. Good boy/good mech/good girl has him on his knees for you. He’s also got a thing for size difference with humans. He’s so used to being the littler guy that the moment he feels your body straining to fit his spike he’s cumming from the sight of it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s not terribly adventurous. Though having you on a soft human mattress is his favorite, he can be easily talked into a little secretive fingering under the bar counter. Though if he’s the one getting toyed with, he might have to call it quits before anyone hears him whining.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

What doesn’t turn this mech on? He’s whipped for you. He loves when you purposefully taunt him. Smiling while doing something suggestively, pointedly looking at him from across the room, it gets him going to know that he’s wanted.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s absolutely terrified of accidentally hurting you. To the point where he’s had nightmares over it. That being said, I feel like he wouldn’t be into anything that involves inflicting pain upon you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

The absolute goat at oral. It’s been said a million times because it is the truth. Prefers giving, but also loves to receive. Those soft lips and warm wet tongue along his array? He’s a mess instantly.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can go however you like until he’s close to an overload. Once he reaches a certain level he’s fucking into you like the desperate mech he is.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are fine with him! He’s happy to have you anytime, and if you’re in the mood he’s unlikely to turn you down.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The riskiest he’d probably get is having a little under the bar counter support from you. He’s open to trying new kinks as well, as long as it’s not one where he’s hurting you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh boy… he can’t last very long. However, he makes up for it by being ready to go in less than five minutes. He’s super sensitive (especially his valve) so it doesn’t take much to get him to overload. He can handle up to 4 or 5 rounds if you’re the one getting spiked, but much more if he’s the one getting pounded.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has a few of the basic toys. A spikesleeve, dildo, and an aft plug. He loves using toys on you and on himself! Truly drives him wild when you fuck him with an xl false spike. He’s also down to mess around with spike modifications.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Once this mech realizes he has an effect on you, he’s never letting you have a moment of peace. You two get into teasing battles until one of you (usually Swerve let’s be honest) gets too impatient and drags the other to the back room.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Vocal AND noisy. He’s nonstop rambling into your body as you two go at it. Sometimes it’s gibberish, sometimes is cybertronian, sometimes it’s a mix of both. If he’s unable to speak for whatever reason, you better believe that mech is whimpering like a lost puppy. He’s practically screaming your name when he overloads, his engine revving and his vents puffing steam. Has gotten multiple noise complaints.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sucker for valve overstimulation. His valve is so plush and sensitive that it doesn’t take much for him to overload through it. Work him through more and more intense overloads and he can reach double digits before he taps out.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His cybertronian spike is a little shorter than the average minibot’s but it’s also hella thick. Mostly white but with a red underside and tip. Blue biolights run up the sides of the shaft.

For his human holoform it’s about the same but with human proportions. Uncut 5in dick but girthy as hell. Also someone play with his holoform’s pecs. They’re sensitive as hell and playing with his nipples will get him squirming.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

This mech yearns crazystyle. Any moment to himself he’s thinking about you. Even if it starts out innocent, it’s not long before his processor wanders to the feel of your lips against his plating and- whoops he’s hard.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After you and him are all nice and clean and he’s doubly sure you’re content, he’s passing the fuck out. All he needs is you happy by his side and he can fall into a much needed recharge.

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The people who make transformers porn have my respect because I have tried drawing these fuckass things in normal poses and it made me wanna kill myself