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Bump In The Night: Hound X Reader SMUT

|| Considering postponing the alt-mode sex poll for a week and resting as I am very tired lately. And I am also very sorry this came out so late. Work is picking up right now due to nice weather and I have a lot to catch up on around the house. Still, I wanted to get this done this week at least. Enjoy!! ||

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

Ao3 link!

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Ope! Meant to answer this ask with that, but they both fit I suppose lol

I imagine Human showing Rodimus their Hot Wheels collection bet he'll even be more guilty and embarrassed for misunderstanding.

Oh imagine theres all kinds of things that could get misinterpreted to sayings like "junk in the trunk" being seen as calling a bot messy (they have no concept of being fat in that way) to "cool your jets" being seen as offensive to seekers. I think it all depends who you say it to and how familiar they are. So much hilarity could ensue from simple turn of phrase lol

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I imagine Human showing Rodimus their Hot Wheels collection bet he'll even be more guilty and embarrassed for misunderstanding.

Oh imagine theres all kinds of things that could get misinterpreted to sayings like "junk in the trunk" being seen as calling a bot messy (they have no concept of being fat in that way) to "cool your jets" being seen as offensive to seekers. I think it all depends who you say it to and how familiar they are. So much hilarity could ensue from simple turn of phrase lol

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@hoiststowline

I feel like you would appreciate this

header + icons: Ultra Magnus 🍡

source: Transformers Go! Go! vol.1 chapter 15

credit not necessary but appreciated

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AYYYOOOO!!!

Finger lickin' good, dude!!!! 10/10 would request again! I love that he's needy!

Is it possible to get a part 2 for that trailbreaker request? I just need more trailbreaker content and that was some top tier, gourmet writing!!!

- D. Tron 🧡✨️

I am trying so hard not to gush, oh my aaa I’m such a fan! I hope this is to your liking!

Warnings : gn!afab reader, needy top Trailbreaker

Mdni you will be blocked! Adults only!

Part 1 right here!

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You’re intoxicating he could smother himself in the scent of you, but this should do to sate his need for now, to have your squishy soft body clenching around his spike, pretty organic valve squeezing around him trying to milk his spike of his transfluid, he’ll give it to you, he’ll give you all of it you don’t have to beg.

Not like you could with his glossa down your throat making thick globs of drool sliding down the corners of your lips. Your eyes rolling back from the lack of air getting to your lungs, and his thick spike slamming deep into your cunt. He can’t get enough, this feeling of you, your sounds, your taste, you are just too much for him and he never wants it to end.

Pressing you down to his berth he pulls away to exvent harshly, his fans kicking into high gear to cool him off as your pussy squeezes down on him so tightly as you cry out for him.

“Fuck! Trailbreaker- please, s’much!” You can barely string a sentence along, let alone stop yourself from yelling his name. His spike is too much for your human body but slaggin pits you take it like a champ!

He wants to tell you, praise you, but his processors are frying from your wet heat alone. His habsuite filled with the lewd wet smacking of his metal pelvis against your plush ass. Your legs high up as he folds you in half, trying his damnest to get every inch of his shaft into you, but at his size you know at most you’ll get half, but he seems determined.

“S’good f’me, gah…haaa fraaag! Just for me, yeah? Primus, I love you- love your valve!” He’s desperate for your love, your attention, it’s like a drug to him.

You toss your head back with a loud sob, your hands scrambling to grip his servos to keep yourself grounded. You’re so close, he’s fucking your sweet spot like a mech on a mission, you can’t-

“Love you! Just for you- ohh…!!” A sharp squeal rips from your throat, crying out his name as his heavy spike twitches, spilling his transfluid into you even with it being too much and spilling out from around him, Trailbreaker still slowly fucks as much of it into you.

You fall limp against his berth your chest heaving, greedy for air after such a mindless fuck. Trailbreaker moves a servo up, care to wipe away from stray tears rolling down your cheek. You look like a deity laid out on his berth, perfect, ethereal, made to be worshipped.

“Are you okay, my light?”

you merely answer him with a hum, weakly nuzzling into his tender touch making his engine purr. You’re too sweet to him.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He’s sure to ignore your pitiful whine, upset to lose the feeling of him inside you, upset at how much of his transfluid is spilling from you, nut that just means he’ll have to fill you more.

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Ah yes, the time has come for me to follow through on this poll!!

It should be published this week. I was a little under the weather this weekend and needed to take a break, so I do apologize for the lateness. Things should hopefully go back to normal in this coming week!

Thank you all for your patience!!

- D. Tron

I hope you guys like the alt mode sex with Rodimus! who's next? You decide (down below)!

(I'm making these polls last a while because I've been busy and need time to write lol!)

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Update: Requests and Polls

|| tl;dr: REQUESTS ARE CLOSED / POLLS ARE OPEN ||

I WILL KEEP WRITING AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME!!

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Okie dokie! It seems like I need to close my requests for a bit as I have gotten a lot in a very small amount of time. It's getting backed up and things are starting to bottleneck, which I do not enjoy.

For now I will be closing up requests BUT I WILL BE LEAVING POLLS OPEN!

Polls will still be posted weekly and updated weekly, but requests will be when I get around to it. I usually don't have a plan for requests and just write whatever strikes my fancy (which a lot of these requests do lol). They also get posted when they get posted lol

Work will also be picking up as we have an air show coming up so it's gonna get a little crazy. I have a full time job that gets in the way of the hobby I love sometimes, so what can you do.

Either way I will keep writing smut and keep posting both on here and on Ao3.

- D. Tron

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IM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM I SWEAR!!

Blaster being reverse kidnapped is hilarious, are you planning on continuing it? 🫢

I am 😅 there’s just so many storylines that I tend to forget unless you guys remind me. I absolutely forgot about him

Shoot Me In The Smile Pt 3

Blaster x Reader

• You look like a completely different person, but studying you as you sing absently to yourself, little bits of you slide into place. Those tired, empty eyes. The way your smile is a bit crooked, one corner of your mouth quirking slightly. It’s you. And he’s apparently going home with you, panic stringing him tight. Maybe he can sneak away when you’re sleeping?

• Pulling into the driveway, you slide out and go around to get your stuff, tucking the boombox against a hip to fish your keys out and let yourself in. Dropping your bag in a kitchen chair, you hold up the boombox, tipping it slightly. And it’s cherry, shiny and brand new even though it has to be from the eighties. No one makes this stuff anymore and someone had taken meticulous care of it. So why chuck it in the woods?

• Primus, help him. Little fingers sliding over his tape compartment. Pushing the button to open the door and he’s so glad he left his cassettes behind for this. And you’re smiling delightedly as you mess with him, until it’s taking all of his willpower to be still. To not tremble at the feel of soft hands on him. “Can you play me a song?” You whisper and your voice strokes over him as you fiddle with a nob.

• It must have batteries, you weren’t sure. Static hisses out of the speakers before George Harrison’s Got My Mind Set On You spills out. Changing the station gets you Jefferson Airplane’s Somebody to Love. “Alright, then. I like classic rock.” Stretching lazily, you finger comb your hair before picking up the stereo and carrying him back to your bedroom. Talking to yourself, to the empty walls, probably isn’t healthy, but you can’t seem to stop. Lonely for someone who’s never coming home. Setting the boombox down as the singer seems to plead ‘Don’t you want somebody to love?’ You strip out of your clothes, nose wrinkling at the smell of cigarettes from the bar clinging to you. And you stretch lazily, heading into the bathroom to wash away the day.

• You’re naked. Right there in front of him and naked. All soft skin and sinful voice right there. All your secrets on display tempting him with the realization that he might be into humans. Into you anyway. And he can’t do a thing about it without blowing his cover. Hears the sound of running water and knows he needs to sneak out. But you’re singing to him and he’s turning the volume up for you so you can hear it better, so your voice lifts unconsciously in answer. And he’s so fragged.

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I henceforth entrust my most valued wish that none other might fulfill....

Skywarp with a secret human s/o 🙏

I am this meme:

"Can I try to rizz you up?

PlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPls"

_skywarp x reader

what about tonight. 

no, I can’t. I already told you I have work.

you never said that. 

yes, I did. I told you that yesterday.

whatever. call out of work then. 

you have more important things to do. 

wrong. 

wrong?!

I’m not calling out of work.

maybe after we can meet up, but I am not calling off.

“Who are you messaging?” 

skywarp tenses, gripping the communication device a little too tightly in his servos in mild surprise. he hadn’t been that lost in thought, had he-? 

“And why are you smiling like that? You look like an idiot.” thundercracker adds, causing the small smile to immediately fall from the purple mechs faceplate. 

“Nobody.” skywarp hugs the device to his chassis, instantly losing the chance to try and lie his way out of this unwarranted interrogation. the effortlessness that he once had on the subject has been terminated, finding that he’s no longer able to lie to not only you, but his trine as well. 

thundercracker’s brow raises, amused and lofty. “So, clearly somebody.” 

“Of course it’s somebody.” he hisses, moving the electronic gadget behind his back once thundercracker reaches forward to grab it. “It’s also none of your business.”

now disinterested, thundercracker tosses his servos up in defeat, now retreating down the hall they were standing in. “I’ll figure it out eventually.” 

...

“This is your idea of a date?” skywarp sneers, half-serious. “You’re ignoring me.” 

slowly, you look up from your spot on his desk, legs crossed at the ankle in front of you. skywarp has placed a servo on either side of you, successfully caging you against the metal as you’re forced to tilt your head all the way back, just to meet his gaze. 

“You’re the one who’s been working for the past hour,” you deadpan, attempting to look past him to ensure the lock was in use, not like the several times in the past he told you it was, when it most certainly wasn’t. ���Did you finish what you needed to?” 

skywarp retreats briefly, before doubling down and leaning forward, well into your personal space. “Yes, I’m quite finished.” 

his impatience is evident, but is attempting to suppress it so as to not disrupt the already limited time he has with you. in a few hours, he’ll have to report to duty as time slips far too quickly through his servos. to make matters worse, even before that occurs, he’ll have to see you home. such a schedule remains unfair, meaning time must be allotted for that journey as well, reluctant as he may be to accept it. 

skywarp appears bogged down by something, a bit more jumpy and unpolished than his usual conduct. you approach the subject as delicately as you can, your hands settling atop his, thumbs swiping up and across the expanse of his servo. “Is something the matter?” you propose, sitting up a little straighter as the mech in front of you turns his helm, now looking across the room. 

all too quickly, he grumbles: “No.” 

however, the newfound inability to lie to you hits him like a none too gentle punch, stealing a glance your way before relenting.  “I think Thundercracker is on to me- us, whatever.” 

he’s awaiting your irritation on the news, knowing that you had been working just as hard as he had to keep this relationship entirely underwraps. how skywarp had failed so miserably was beyond his knowledge, exasperated that he can’t even keep composure when messaging you about the most mundane things. 

“So?” you respond, shrugging. 

a gasp escapes you when he whips his helm back your way, crimson optics narrowing as if studying your expression. “So? You aren’t angry that I couldn’t do the bare minimum in our agreement?” 

skywarp was trying to see if you were lying in your nonchalant demeanor. he could spot a lie a mile away, especially your body language and how your gaze darts from him to somewhere else in the room. but here, you remain unyielding, trying to emphasize your point. 

“No? Why would I be angry?” 

in response, skywarp’s jaw opens twice to say something, but nothing comes out. 

“You’re infuriating sometimes.” he settles on, dropping to his knees at the front of the desk, now relatively at the same height as you. carefully, his digits meet behind your back holding you at an arm's length. 

you laugh, fingers sliding to land on his wrists, hoping it translates in the comforting manner you intend. “I could say the same about you.” 

“Shut up.” skywarp mumbles halfheartedly, stare softening upon catching the sympathetic glint in your eyes. 

the relief seeps into his frame at your riposte, a reassuring smile overtaking your features. “We’ll figure it out.”

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GRINDING, MY BELOVED!!!!

I will for sure be frothing over this all day!

Teebs anon here! Since it's ok to request him, can we get a scenario of just making out and grinding on teebs with his human?

By teebs I’m assuming Trailbreaker! And absolutely, I love him. G1 my beloved.

Warnings : gn!afab, minor self loathing from Trailbreaker.

Mdni you will be blocked! Adults only!

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Even still with you seat so prettily on his thigh, pants gone leaving you in just your panties, he can’t believe it, he knows majority of the base wants you and yet you choose him of all bots? He must truly be blessed. His frame heats up body covered in coolant as his optics linger across your body, his spike pressurizing against his modesty paneling watching you roll your hips onto his thigh.

“S-so good. Frag…just like that, sweetspark, use me.” He can smell your need, feel the growing wetness on his leg.

“Mm!…Trailbreaker please just shut up and kiss me, please I need you—!!” Your cry leaves him trembling, cursing under his ex-vent.

You need him, you want him! Trailbreaker leans over, almost uncomfortable to his back strut but he doesn’t care, not when you’re begging to kiss him. Your lidded eyes roll back with a choked groan muffled in your throat as the large mech pushes his glossa into your mouth, his appendage a bit too big for your mouth making you gag as you greedily attempt to suck on it.

He places one servo to your hip helping you grind harder on his metal, putting more press to your throbbing clit, while his free servo moves to his crotch, retracting his modesty panel to free his leaking spike, eagerly gripping it, stroking it in time with the roll of your hips. The large mech leaves your mouth with a harsh ex-vent, feeling your much smaller, much softer hand caress the tip of his spike, getting it covered in his transfluid.

“Slag it all- ah!” Trailbreaker cries out, tilting his helm back to focus on not overloading, not without you!

“Mm, I miss your lips. I wanna choke on your tongue, o-ooh…M’gonna cum. Please, wanna- Mmph!”

You fall easily with his glossa shoved to the back of your throat, choking on the thick appendage. Your body shakes, free hand balancing yourself on his thigh with your squeals muffled but his glossa. His oral lubricant sliding down your chin in thick globs, though neither of you seem to care.

Feeling your wetness coating his thigh and your hand desperately trying to work him over just sends him to an overload, you’re too addicting, too intoxicating, he needs more, even with his transfluid coating his stomach, pelvis, and your thighs, he can’t find it in himself to stop.

Your yelp is softened against his dermas feeling him tear your drenched panties, leaving your bare pussy on his thigh. You tremble at the new feeling of cold metal pressed flush to your wet heat.

“T’much….Trail…wan your..spike-!” You try to pull away to speak but everytime he’d just pull you right back to his dermas, seemingly oblivious to your pleads to fuck as the servo on your hips moves you back and forth.

He’s such a desperate mech.

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Thank you for yours service 🫡

Oh there's more on the way lol

Rumble was p fun to write and I have a Thundercracker and a Skywarp I've been sitting on for a while.

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Psst, 18 for Rumble? Is that possible? 👀

Bucking In The Bathroom: Rumble X Reader SMUT

|| It is very possible! This is my first time writting for him so hopefully its good. Barely edited and written on the clock lol! Enjoy! ||

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

Rumble hasn't stopped moaning since you first put your mouth between his thighs. First came the licking to tease him, then the nibbling to get him to open up, now comes the best part where you can smush your face right into his pretty, periwinkle valve. The soft mesh like a pillow against your cheeks as you lap at his entrance, trying to shove your tongue as deep as it will go and then deeper still. He just tastes so good! Supple, wet, and irresistible!

Your hands come up to wrap around his massive thighs, keeping him right where you want him so he can't squirm away from you.

"Ah, slag, you don't let up do ya?! Ya like it that much?"

You hum, pressing deeper into him and using your thumb to run fierce circles over his anterior node as a response, making him grip the walls in the corner of the too small bathroom as he bucks helplessly into you. The ceramic tiles crack under his fists and his helm tosses back, knocking a few lose with a moan.

Outside the bathroom the bar goers hardly hear a thing over the pulsing music. No one knows if it's the singer in the song or the mech at your mercy wailing, and frankly you don't even care. His pretty lips are all yours for the taking and you lose yourself, eyes rolling, to his taste. If you werent drunk before, you'd consider yourself that now. Valve drunk as he overloads against your face with a call of your name.

Rumble's dizzy processor can't tell which way is up and which way is down as the graffitied bathroom spins in his optics. He knows he's finished, but the way you slurp against him, so very hungry, gives him the urge to take more.

"If ya like it so much, maybe you should keep at it?! Feels crazy like, like -- hell I dont even know, just keep doin' that!"

Amid his encouragement, Rumble's servo finds its way to the back of your head to jam you further into him. His grip is bruising, but his moans make it more than bearable. Then he falls forward to catch himself on the stall, metal bending under his grip, and you're dragged back onto your ass, off balance and drowning in his plush valve while he humps your face because he hasn't let go of your head.

"Jus' like that! That's it! 'M gonna overload --! 'M gonna--Agh, frag yeah!"

Hot transfluid spills from his valve down your chin and throat as his still thrusting hips smear it all over your face. You're certain to be a terrible mess after this encounter, but with the way Rumble looks, hunched like a wild animal above you and venting like it's going out of style, now's the time to admire and bask in what just transpired.

Through rough venting and heavy static, all he can utter is this: "Maybe next time I'll return the favor."

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MY TRAILBREAKER AND HOIST FIGURINES SHOULD BE HERE!!!!!!

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This is so helpful!!! Thank you for posting it!!!!

I'm not super good at explaining my process, but I tried really hard for a few people on twt who asked so please take my attempt! I hope you find it useful!!

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Hell yeah he does!!!

Jazz deserves every smooch

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can i request some trailbreaker smut if thats ok?

Sure! 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Scenario-involuntary noises

Trailbreaker x Reader

• Denta sinking into the side of his fist, the servos of his other hand dig into the grass and loam under him. Trying so hard to not move when it feels like you’re trying to offline him. Those eyes staring up at him as your lips skim up his spike, tongue tracing his biolights until his internal fans kick on, his venting growing ragged.

• Tongue running over the head of his spike, tasting him before blowing on him just to watch him shudder, it’s a powerful feeling. He’s promised not to move, to not buck his hips, but he’s looks like he’s almost in pain as you gently squeeze his spike and one of his peds slides to gouge up dirt. And you risk it, mouth closing on the head of his spike, tongue sliding against the underside. And he revs, the headlights on his alt mode flashing.

• Hears you choke slightly, the head of his spike popping out of your mouth as you stare up at him and he’s just horrified. Seeing your shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Because that’s never happened before and he’s covering his face with a hand. Feels you brush against his aching spike and when he looks, you’ve got your arms on his thighs, leaning to look up at him. “Don’t,” he growls. Knows that mischievous look.

• He’s embarrassed and it’s too cute. “So I really crank your engine, huh? Get that motor revving?” You tease and he growls. Shrieking with laughter as he rolls you under him, mouth covering yours, running down your neck and over your body. “Are we shifting gears now?” You gasp and that’s apparently his limit, grabbing your thighs and lifting your lower body. Reminding you of just how strong he is as he pins yours legs with one arm, reaching to grip his spike, find you and bury himself inside you, hips pumping.

• Not laughing anymore, hears your shaky moan as he ruts inside you. How are you even tighter like this with your legs pinned against his chassis? Groaning with another revving growl as he moves against you, your back and shoulders against the ground as you writhe, fingers clawing at the ground. Crying out his name when you fist his spike and he keeps thrusting, rhythm falters as he snarls with his overload, shuddering against you.

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I have ascended to heaven

i've been gone for just,,, 2 days man THAT IS A LOT OF POSTS IN 2 DAYS THANK U FOR THE FOOD UR HIGHNESS

xD sorry. I was home sick and I get bored easily. 🔞 mass displaced mech 🌶️

Scenario- play

First Aid x Reader

• Figuring out your freak matches his own? That you get a kick out of the danger of getting caught just like he does? Denta gritting behind his battle mask, he tries to keep his head still, hips barely rocking against you. He’s thought getting set up so no one would see what he’s doing or realize he’s mass shifted would be the hard part, but not rutting against you is killing him as he tries to focus on Red Alert giving a boring status update on the Delphi sector.

• Bent over a container on your belly, one of his hands is covering your mouth, the other petting and sliding against you where his spike is buried deep inside you. And that other bot you don’t know is droning on and on as you push back against him, grinding and rolling your hips to try and break First Aid’s composure. Knowing full well he’s going to get payback for it. Hear his venting hitch, hips flexing forward, trying to pin you better so you can’t move as he struggles to answer a question.

• He’s going to overload on the feed if you don’t stop and part of him wants to, spike pulsing imagining Red Alert’s expression if he realized what he was doing. That’s he’s fragging you right now. And his elbow smacks the edge of the container, spike driving deep at that thought. Sees Red Alert frown at him. So serious. ‘Problem?’ The other bot asks and he’s struggling against the urge to thrust, pushing himself back up as he hears your muffled laughter. “All good here,” he groans, voice strained.

• And his weight is carefully pinning you as his servos rub more urgently against you, playing with your slickness and you manage to get the end of one of the servos of his other hand into your mouth, tongue curling around him as you suck and he makes a noise that almost sounds like pain. “I’m getting some interference,” he snarls, reaching to cut the feed.

• Finally. Hips pumping urgently against you, he knows he’s not going to last long. “We’re doing this again,” he growls, hips snapping against you. “Every fragging conference call.” So much less boring when he gets to play. And you nip his servo, your cry muffled when you come for him, dragging him along with you until he’s overloading so hard his vision whites out for a klik, filling you with a strangled growl, he shudders. Before beginning to move again. So hard for you right now.