#robot/human

[snipersfucker]

An apology, but we all want to read how they are inside and possibly the Autobots lose control when what they have been imagining for so long happens (like Mirage / Bee / or Optimus) you made us addicted to you writing

there are special little places where yall can get help with your addiction!! im not the remedy!! (i bite the walls every single time i get a compliment) ALSO lets just pretend bees vocal cords werent ripped out to the point he couldn't moan like a slut :) dubcon:/

Bee was desperate.

The way your hips swayed when you walked, the way the soft tone of your voice echoed in the insides of his helm, the way you'd wrap your fragile fingers around his steering wheel and squeeze it ever so slightly in a playful manner—he needed you.

And one day, after spending countless nights on imagining you stretched out on his throbbing spike, your tits bouncing with every slap of his hips against your bare ass, he finally got the honour of actually seeing you underneath him, not just picturing it in his mind.

Bee was desperate for you, but he was also shy. Which meant that you had to initiate all the talks, all the touches, and all the kisses. However, when he finally understood that he had you exactly where he wanted you, and when he heard you vocalise your desire for him, he just couldn't stop himself.

The soft exchange of pecks on each others' lips turned into a heated make-out session, his glossa quickly asking for permission to slip into your mouth just so he could get a proper taste for the first time. His metal body began overheating as soon as he felt your body straddling his lap, your legs on both side of his hips. Your bold move made him only crave more of your touch, him barely able to restrain himself from just having his way with you, manhandling you until you'd beg for him to stop absolutely ruining you for the pleasure of you both.

And he wanted to continue making a mess with his lips on yours, especially when you were making so many sweet noises just for him... But he had to take things further, feeling like his spark might just explode if he didn't.

So he pulled away slowly, making eye contact with you for just a mere second, only to see the needy expression on your face, which gave him a silent permission to jump right into what he'd planned to do. His lips quickly found their place on the side of your neck, his servos landing on your hips, subconsciously pushing your core into his abdomen to create more friction between you.

He began licking, kissing, nibbling, and sucking the skin gently into his intake to create pretty bruises on your neck which would show anyone that you belonged to him.

Your breaths were getting heavier, much more chaotic, them hitching in your throat every time he paid special attention to a particularly sensitive spot. Your needy whimpers were mixing with the sound of his vents trying to stop him from overheating, his reaction to you making you want more of him than you already had.

And you didn't know you already had him whole. He was yours.

"Bee, please..." you whined, your eyes closed shut, hands on both of his shoulders with a strong grip which he didn't mind at all.

Your words made him transform the area under his abdomen, now a hard spike on full display, its length slapping against your stomach with every intense throb. He didn't stop taking care of your neck for even a second, every whimper and groan of desperation being muffled by your skin as he continuously planted wet kisses all the way down from your jaw to your collarbone.

He was growing impatient.

His spike touching you was sending constant pleasurable electric shocks down his bipedalism cord, his spark nearly exploding when you grinded against it with your clothed core.

The grip of his digits on your hips tightened, and you'd probably have endless bruises on your sweet, soft skin tomorrow, and this thought should've made him feel at least a tad bad but he adored knowing that he left something while doing such sinful things with you.

When you moved and brushed against his length again, he groaned in impatience, pulling away just to lift the hem of your loose shirt with his digit to signal to you that he needed it off. You made eye contact with him as you got rid of the piece of clothing on your upper half. But it wasn't enough for him—he had to have you naked against him, every inch of your warm, human skin against his hot, metal one.

Before his digit moved to the waistline of your pants, you were already unbuttoning and unzipping them, getting out of his lap just to be able to take them off fully alongside with your panties, them ending up somewhere on the floor, probably next to your shirt.

His optics immediately shot to your cunt, the temptation to put his spike inside you overwhelming his body. He didn't even wait patiently for you to get back onto his lap on your own, as soon as he stopped devouring the sight of you in front of him in just a bra, he immediately pulled you towards him with both servos on your hips again, placing you on his lap, exactly where you belonged at that moment.

Now your bare core was brushing against his spike, and he couldn't refrain himself from letting a couple of desperate noises roll off him glossa. You decided to undress fully for him, taking your bra off and tossing it onto the pile of long forgotten clothes. His optics could barely take in the view before his lips found themselves on your tits, his intake giving attention to both, switching from teasing, licking and kissing the left one to doing exactly the same to the right one. Your hardened nipples made it possible for him to gently bite them, making you buckle your hips and moan his name shamelessly, your own noises not allowing you to hear your thoughts, as if there was anything else on your mind other than how good Bee's glossa felt when it curled up on your nipple, it getting sucked into his intake.

The remains of self-control he could find within himself were slipping through his digits, the force of his touches increasing with every passing second. At the same time, he was also getting more and more intense reactions from you, your body craving more as it pressed against his.

Bee groaned, impatience getting the better of him, as he wrapped his arm around your fragile, human body, lifting you up with your chest still to his.

He moved fast like a starving man, placing you gently on the hard floor of the garage, its coldness radiating to your body, adding a completely new sensation. You arched your back, exposing your chest even more to him, hoping he'd put his mouth on your already swollen and sensitive nipples, but he seemed to have other plans when, without a heads-up, he grabbed the back of both your thighs, and lifted up your hips so that now the only body parts of yours making contact with the cement underneath you were your upper back and your head.

Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as you bit your lip to stop yourself from whimpering at the absolutely sinful sight of Bee kneeling down and hovering over you, spreading your legs and holding them pressed to your chest for better access to your dripping cunt.

You felt the tip of his spike teasing your hole which has been clenching over nothing for the past couple of minutes, finally about to get what it needed the most. And then, with one swift motion, Bee slid into you, the wet sound of his length entering your core echoed against the walls of your head.

A loud moan escaped the depths of your throat, lips parted, eyes closed themselves shut before you could even stop them, wanting to watch as the robot began trying to bottom out inside your warm cunt, but unfortunately his spike was too big for you to take for now.

It felt good. The pain from being so suddenly stretched out around him mixed with the pleasure from his spike hitting all the sweet spots inside you with the very first thrust of his hips.

Bee felt as if he no longer had control over his own body, the feeling of you wrapped around him, your warm cunt so inviting to just ruin it without second thoughts. And he could find absolutely no strength within himself to stop the almost animalistic desire to make you his in every meaning of this word.

His optics were trained on your face for mere seconds before his gaze shifted to the place where your bodies connected, your cunt covered in your own slick, the hole visibly stretched out to take his spike, even if it was only a half of his full length.

The idea of pushing the entire thing in only made him groan, the images of the bulge in your lower stomach he'd create flashing in front of his optics.

He threw his head back when he felt you clench around him, the sensation too much to handle.

You knew he was about to begin pounding into you as if it was the only thing he was made to do, the expression on his face and the look he was giving you the entire time confirming it.

"Bee..." you whined his name, not being fully aware what that sweet tone of your voice was doing to him.

So he just positioned himself better, pressing your thighs harder to your chest, taking almost the entire length of his spike out of your begging cunt, only to slam into you and put even more of him inside you.

You couldn't even control the noises escaping you anymore, your head thrown back because of the overwhelming pleasure.

Bee has had enough of waiting, the memory of him sitting in the corner of this garage, his spike in his servo as he kept fisting himself, overloading onto the hard floor multiple times just to get some relief after having to watch you walk around in your damned little dresses, your hips innocently swaying, your tits deliciously bouncing with every step.

Before you could register it, the robot was destroying your needy cunt with aggressive pounding, feeling as if he able to put more and more inches inside you with every slam of his hips against your ass.

His speed and the way he could hit all the best spots, even though the tip of his spike was kissing your cervix, made you constantly moan out loud, as if the walls of the garage were soundproof.

He kept making noises as well, although his were much deeper, more frustrated, as if he was chasing something he was so closed to catch but right before getting it, it'd just slip away from him.

He thought of this moment for a long time, the pink transfluid painting his servos on many occasions as he was imagining you in this exact position underneath him, squirming in pleasure.

But then, he came up with an even better idea, his body immediately following through, without even analysing it. He stopped mercilessly pounding into you just to manhandle you on your stomach, lifting your backside by your hips, spreading your legs to allow him to penetrate your needy cunt even more deeply. He positioned himself over you, his spike yet again pressing against your core for just a second before finally entering you once more. He didn't even waste time on preparing you to take him, just like the first time he pushed his length inside your pussy.

Now he had the opportunity to properly grope and slap your ass as much as he pleased, his hips constantly hitting it with every hard thrust he'd make. Tears began forming in the corner of your eyes, the feeling of being so perfectly stuffed by his spike making you shudder, moan and squirm beneath him.

His movements were rapid and chaotic, but he never slowed down, only increasing his speed, making mental notes of the noises you were making while he was fucking you so good.

"Bee, 't hurts..." you whimpered weakly in-between your loud, slutty moans, him taking it as an encouragement to continue ruining your cunt which was now clenching around him more than ever before. His one servo went to the back of your head tilted to the side, his digits gently stroking your hair as if it was supposed to help ease the pain mixing with pleasure, while the other one was still on your hip, pulling your body towards him at the same time he was pushing at it, making your skins hit each other with even more force.

You told him it hurt you but he couldn't stop.

He felt himself getting closer and closer to overloading, the warmth of your cunt getting sweetly unbearable as his movements became more sloppy, yet still as hard as before.

"Fuck." Curses kept spilling from your sinful mouth, feeling his thick spike throb inside you, indicating that he was probably about to finish.

The discomfort and pain of his metal hips hitting your much softer backside were slowly becoming less and less noticeable as complete pleasure washed over you, making you a wet, moaning mess underneath him.

With his two servos on your hips, he increased the speed of his movements once more, chasing the so desired release.

"Bee, please..." you whined again, your tits bouncing with every thrust, your hardened nipples brushing against the rough floor, "Overload in me..."

Your words were enough to tip him over the edge. With only a few more harsh slams into your tight cunt, he felt himself spurting his thick transfluid into your cervix, multiple groans and whimpers leaving his intake as he did so. He kept fucking the pink liquid into your cunt, not wanting a single drop to escape.

You could still feel his hard, metal hips hitting your ass, all until you clenched around him so tightly, he swore he could overload again just from that sensation alone. You came all over his thick spike, moaning loudly, your body shaking with indescribable pleasure from both his rough pounding as well as the knowledge that his transfluid was deep inside you.

Bee didn't pull out instantly, his thrusts decreasing in speed and force with every passing second, trying to ride out the remains of his and yours overloads.

You were panting and the robot was most definitely overheating, his metal body much hotter in touch than ever before, now his chassis pressed against your back as he began planting gentle kisses to your hair, his vents not being able to catch up.

After a long time that didn't feel long enough for him, he decided to pull away and take his spike out of your core filled with his transfluid, practically begging him to just fuck it again. But now, that his lust for you was somehow taken care of, he could regain the control over his body, and allow you to rest after getting absolutely ruined by him.

You rolled over onto your back yourself, clenching your thighs together when you felt his pink juices flooding out of you, wanting to keep them there for as long as possible. He smiled at your attempts to keep him inside you, the desire growing in his optics once again.

Bee gently wrapped his servos around your bare, exhausted body, lifting you up to place you down on the sofa he was previously occupying with you in his lap. As soon as you felt the plush against the skin of your back, you pulled the robot in your direction with your hands on both sides of his helm, making him bend his body so that you could kiss him passionately for the last time that night, knowing that he was most likely about to leave you to take care of his Autobot duties. He obliged without complaining, ready to slide into you again right then and there. And how disappointed he was when you pulled away with a soft smile, exhaustion finally catching up to you...

The corner of his slips curled up as he looked around in search for something to put on you. An abandoned blanket sitting on a wooden chair since he could remember would do. Before you could even notice he left you alone on the sofa, he was back, covering you from the neck down quickly but still making sure your whole body was under the soft fabric.

"Prime needs you?" you asked in a weak tone, your voice now only confirming how tired you actually were.

Prime needed him but he needed you.

Bee only nodded, to which you responded softly, "I'll stay here." And before he could even give you any sort of a physical confirmation that he got that, you already closed your eyes with a content expression written all over your face.

He smirked to himself, the sweet feeling of finally achieving his goal washing over him, him practically having been able to live in his dreams for a moment. His smile only widened when he came to a realisation...

He finally managed to mark you as his.

don't know if i made it he-lost-control enough but i tried and that's what counts in my books. also, i made it an oneshot but if you wanted separate hcs for these characters ill be more than willing to write it

[sweet7simple]

I was thinking about Mirage and Noah Diaz and several things stood out to me:

First, the temperature difference. We must feel so cold to a Cybertronian. I don't know how hot an autobot runs, but the engine for a Porsche 911 (Mirage's alt mode in Rise of the Beasts) runs between 185-230°F. For comparison, the core temperature of a human is 96-100°F.

It might not be noticable if Mirage is touching Noah with an extremity, like a hand, which is going to run cooler than his core. Chest to chest, however, Mirage is probably going to think that Noah is dying or that humans are cold-blooded. Or maybe we're cold because we are so small (it is not that because even the core temperature of a blue whale is 98-99°F).

So now we have Mirage blasting his heater because no way is he leaving his boy cold.

The second thing that gets me is that Mirage is about 15 feet tall and 3,000 to 3,800 pounds heavy at LEAST (again, based off a Porsche 911). He is also made of metal and synthetic materials. This makes him 2.6 times Noah's height and (approximating Noah weighs 200 pounds) 14 times his weight (at least).

Think of it like the world's strongest 5'9" man weighing 200 pounds with metal skin seeing a 2'2", 14-pound toddler for the first time and trying to pick them up.

Whenever Mirage touches Noah, it's gently. He's slow and he's careful. He CAN touch Noah softly, but it takes concentration. Noah is just so small and fragile and cold compared to him, a delicate bag of mineral water that can bruise and burst if Mirage holds him too tightly.

(NSFW under cut, except I wrote this while at work)

It's for the best, when it comes to interfacing- or sex, as the humans call it? - that he let Noah take the lead. It's for the best that he just sit up against a wall and turn up his sensitivity (so easy to be rough with Noah, but his main man couldn't hurt him if he TRIED, but Mirage wants to feel him so bad) so that he can experience everything Noah does.

Sometimes, Noah spikes him - fucks him? - and it's nice. It's not a lot, especially compared to the mechs Mirage has banged in the past, but it's Noah and that makes it good enough to do more than once.

But sometimes Noah gets on top and starts sitting down on Mirage's spike and that is TORTURE. Mirage can't move unless he wants to tear Noah open (it would be terrifyingly easy), but he can't NOT move. He ends up shaking like he's going 200 mph on bald tires, like speed is just vibrating through him, and he's making these embarrassing noises - whines and car beeps and honks. His car alarm goes off at one point and Noah just LAUGHS at him and he's barely taken half of Mirage's spike. Mirage can't survive this. Noah is just too tight, too soft. He's warmer here, inside, than almost anywhere else (except maybe his mouth, but he can't stretch his mouth open the same way he can stretch this hole), but still cool around Mirage's spike. It's erotic. He wants to warm Noah up so bad.

He wants to make Noah run HOT, but he has to keep his hands to himself, so he just begs for Noah to take it all, for Noah to move faster, for Noah to touch him, bang him, fuck him, whatever he wants, just do something, anything -

And maybe it's because of how he begs and honks and whines and beeps and writhes and shakes that Noah prefers being spiked over doing the spiking - even if he still can't fit Mirage all the way inside.

Maybe it's because he likes how hot Mirage feels inside of him, like a brand. Maybe it makes him feel good to take so much power and strength inside of his tiny, fragile human body and control it.

At least he's kind. He always lets Mirage overload... eventually.

[archie-sunshine]

not sure if this has been asked already, but what does your boy Meter think of humans? :0

(I know bot x human content isn’t very much your thing, but I’m just genuinely curious in terms of his character :) )

thats actually a great question, because my partner @creehd just finished making an oc to ship with meter who is a human!

meet Adam, a 27 year old london punk circa the year 2007 (TFA era). He's not been fleshed out all the way yet but currently he's an odd job worker/part time hot topic sales clerk who partially works an honest job and partially does crimes to make ends meet.

he meets meter midway through attempting to remove his car radio from his frame in alt mode.

as a rule of thumb, as long as you are eventually even a little bit nice to meter, he would date you. hes desperate.

[howgalling]

vakama commission for @eboni-napalm

sketch + progress sketches and the colour history for the piece. i love looking over my colour history because it shows where i went section by section haha

[rosebloodink]

and yet you wish to be mine

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He would kiss her, his code thinks it is a kiss, at least - and it feels, as much as he can feel, like she would kiss him too.

[ricihh]

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!

Rating: T

Fandom: Brawl Stars

Relationship: Chester/Lawrie

Main Tags: Oneshot, Fluff, Christmas, Christmas Presents, Hugs, Implied Sexual Content, Established Relationship

Warnings: None!

Summary: Christmas is here, but that doesn't mean time off for the robots at Starr Hub. They work while receiving letters and presents from admirers.

A certain present for Lawrie, however, could only come from one person.

[ejsuperstar]

Baldness is for nerds this is a battle to the death. If you have the same character/pfp on both platforms you have to decide which is the superior.

You have to explain your reasoning in the reblogs too

[s3znl-gr3znl]

Me and some of my moots tbh

[thespiusbf]

i've seen some posts floating around about people being confused as to what classifies as robotfucking and to what degree so i decided to take a crack at it and made this chart inspired by the infamous furry chart

[keferon]

First of all. HOLY SHIT THERE'S PART TWO OF THE REVERSE MECHA RATCHLOCK FIC

Second - I got so excited I decided to design Deadlock~ Because yeah. We didn't really talk about him but Gemma just keeps giving me serotonin and my body is a machine that tirns serotonin into art

[r0sh11]

MY HONEST OPINION

[howgalling]

*banging pots and pans* NEW LESBIAN ROBOTS. well. cyborg woman Camila and alien robot Galahad. Camila is an ambassador for humanity and Galahad is her appointed bodyguard/observer.

Galahad is absolutely delighted and fascinated by humans bravery despite their relative vulnerability and tendency to die <3

[ozzgin]

Hear me out: Malfunctioning Android, sent back to the factory by the previous owner who was utterly creeped out by his obsessive, invasive behavior, has now found a new home with a neurodivergent, lonely human; you.

You wake up, confused. The alarm didn't ring as usual, and the light outside is already bright. You rush to the kitchen, where you find the synthetic assistant preparing your breakfast.

"Why didn't you wake me up? I have so many things to do today," you reproach, taken aback by his unbothered smile.

"I took the liberty to empty your schedule, (Y/N). You seemed rather overwhelmed the previous evening; all the parameters I compiled were off.

Thus, I impersonated you - worry not, I used an algorithm based on your previous response pattern - and answered all calls, emails, and messages. Your social and administrative tasks have been cleared."

He observes your features carefully. Is he going to be shipped back again, having the same issues cited? Unfortunately, it's not something he can adjust or control: he simply cares for you to perhaps an unconventional degree.

You wipe a tear that threatens to spill from the corner of your eye.

"I-...Nobody has ever done something like this for me before."

With a sigh of relief, you take your seat and pick up your freshly prepared beverage. At last, someone to deal with it all.

"I was thinking you might enjoy your favorite movie later," the android says, joining you at the table, "and I would be more than glad to provide you with additional warmth."

[starheirxero]

Human who picks at themselves and is always covered in bandages x Robot who picks at themselves and is covered on soldering lines

[skeletons-can-draw-too]

I find it funny imagining that you finally get to be intimate with a transformer only for them to pull out a usb cable 😭