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smallestapplin · 18 days ago

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Is for me??? OHHHHHH I LOVE HER!!!! I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WRITING SO MUCH!!!! Crazy women my beloved.

I love how your write her, so cute, so unhinged, so playful.

I’m honored you really went out of your way for me like this QwQ feeding me crumbs of Camellya like this, I’m in your debt.

Just some cuddles with Camellya for one of my tumblr buddies @smallestapplin. Thank you for all your help, many kisses I hope you like.

Reblogs/comments highly appreciated

cw. sfw, cuddles, fluff, gender neutral reader, chubby reader, minors DO NOT interact

“And where do you think you’re going?”

A warm body pressed firm against your back as you attempted to leave the warm, comforting confines of your bed, sheets slipping down to barely cling to your hips as you almost managed to slip away. You paused as you threw a glance over your shoulder, long strands of pure white hair tickling the round swell of your cheek as you raised an eyebrow in mild confusion.

“Umm…going to work?” you replied, your tone coming off as a question rather than a statement.

There was a brief pause as you attempted to get out of bed yet again, but your plans were quickly thwarted. Camellya slid a slender leg between your thick thighs, casually tangling herself up with you as her hands slid around your plump waist. Her warm breath tickled the shell of your ear, causing every hair on the nape of your neck to prickle to attention. The tips of your ears burned red hot as a chuckle spilled from her lips.

“Hmmm, nope” Camellya decided. “You already have plans with me.”

She squeezed her arms tighter around your waist, grabbing at the pudge of your soft stomach as she threw her other leg over your hip, clinging to your back and refusing to let you out of her clutches so easily. You lightly rolled your eyes at her antics, a smile playing on your lips as you started to move again. You were quickly pulled back into her arms when you tried to wriggle away from her. With a small huff of effort you attempted to roll out of bed, hoping to dislodge Camellya along the way. It didn’t work and somehow, you ended up on your back as a result.

A loud rush of air blew from between your lips as you landed back onto the mattress with a loud thud, the bed frame creaking in protest from the sudden force as Camellya landed on top of you. She straddled your hips, pinning you further beneath her smaller frame as her hands quickly restrained your wrists to the mattress. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, a mirthful smile playing on her rosy lips as her face hovered closer. You struggled for a bit longer but despite her size, she was fairly strong and was able to effortlessly keep you down. The hem of the night shirt she was wearing was now riding higher up her legs, exposing more of her pale skin as the collar hung loosely and dangled off of one shoulder. The shirt actually belonged to you, but she had borrowed it off you and now proclaimed it was hers, no matter how big it was on her petite figure.

“Struggle a little harder” Camellya cooed, practically encouraging you to fight back against her as she pressed more of her weight on top of you. “Entertain me~”

Both of you knew that she was stronger. You wouldn’t be able to outmatch her. But your struggles were always amusing to her, and she at least humoured you for a bit to make the damage to your ego sting a little less when you were outclassed by your short stack of a girlfriend. You only managed one more last push to try and roll out beneath her before you gave up. You quickly accepted your fate, but your plush lips still formed into a small pout as you tried to throw your girlfriend a half hearted glare.

“You’re not letting me go, are you?”

Camellya giggled with glee, locks of her hair falling around your face like a curtain of silk as she gave the tip of your nose a small peck with her lips.

“Nope~”

A short sigh fell from your lips as you went limp beneath her, unable to refuse the whims of your lover. You were too reluctant to leave your warm bed to begin with on this chilly morning and you reasoned you could probably call in sick for work without any hassle from your superiors over it. The more you thought about it, the more you were inclined to let Camellya do as she pleased.

“Can I at least call in sick for work?”

Camellya shook her head. She moved above you as her hands slipped from around your wrists, knowing that you weren’t going to try anything, as she reached for the bedside table.

“I’ll do it~” she replied, her tone just a little too cheery as she snatched your phone from the charging cable.

She cuddled up to you once more, her cheek squished against your chest as her perfectly manicured nails tapped against the screen of your phone. She started to hum a merry tune, the melody dulling your senses and threatening to lull you back to sleep as your eyes slipped close once more.

#besties tag #what if we sloppily make out homie style jkjk…unless #plus size reader #wuwa x reader #WuWa camellya x reader #WuWa Cameylla #WuWa x plus size reader #giggling and kicking my feet wishing I was cuddling her rn #she’s so cute and pretty and I just know she’d fold my ass into a bed for herself #and honestly I’m here for it #barking and shaking and foaming at the mouth #it’s 5am and this is what I’m going to bed with a nice ass bed time story just what I needed #good fucking SOUP #thank you you have saved my life

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smallestapplin · 19 days ago

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I’m still thinking of tfa Ultra Magnus, he is so fine. Oh to be his little human, his darling little sweetspark that he loves to spoil and pamper, only the best for you nothing less. To be taken to Cybertron as he refuses to part from you, always having you on his shoulder, uncaring for any stares you two may get.

To have you on his spike in the middle of a meeting, speaking as if you aren’t panting and whimpering so sweetly cause he is just too much for your body to take, but fuck are you trying.

To have so many sets of optics seeing how easily Ultra Magnus can ruin you, seeing so much transfluid spill from where you two connect. How so many wish to have you instead, so cute, so loving, so filthy.

Your little organic valve on display struggling to take the rest of Ultra Magnus’s spike, getting those in the meeting hot and bothered, wanting to know what the hype is with humans.

But Ultra Magnus is not one to share, he knows how to take care of you, treat you, to love and spoil you, you are his little courted and he refuses to run the risk of another hurting you on their spike.

You are his to pamper, his to frag, anyone else is merely lucky he is being so generous with his time with you.

#valveplug #smut #transformers smut #transformers valveplug #transformers ultra Magnus #transformers ultra Magnus x reader smut #transformers x reader smut #tfa ultra Magnus #tfa ultra Magnus x reader smut #mdni #mdni please

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smallestapplin · 22 days ago

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Your writing is so wonderful!! I love it so much... If its okay, may I ask for NSFW headcanons Rodimus x AMAB reader x Getaway, where each trying to prove he can pleasure reader better than the other. Thanks in advance💌

I’m still trying to get use to writing Getaway’s character, so I hope it’s not too bad! Also you didn’t specify so I’m assuming human reader.

Warnings : gn!Amab human, Getaway is kinda yandere with a point to prove, overstimulation, needy for you Rodimus.

Mdni you will be blocked! Adults only!

- Ending up between these two and getting caught in the crossfires of their rivalary was not ideal, at least at first, but it’s also hard to think when you are being held between two hot metal frames of the mechs fighting for your attention. How can you breathe when they are both pushing each other out of the way just to suck on your dick and get a taste of your cum. Getaway’s touches and licks are very teasing like he wants to bring you to the edge and only let him cum when you’ve begged enough for him.

- Rodimus is very needy, like a turbofox in heat the second his dermas and servos are on you, he needs yout attention, needs you to be crying his name, and only his name! Why does he have to share with Getaway? Easy, Getaway challenged him and that’s all it took.

- Where Getaway tries to edge you make you cry his name and beg for him to cum, Rodimus is trying to overstimulate you needing you to cum on his glossa over and over and over again.

- You are prepped good and well, asshole stretched out on Getaway’s digits while he coos filthy words at you.

“Such a tight hole, are you sure you can take me?”

“Feeling good, sweetspark? c’mon, tell me how good I’m making this cute aft feel.”

“Primus, it’s like you’re trying to milk me.”

- While Rodimus is busy taking your cock into the back of his intake with no issues, his optics staying locked to your face, and servos on your hips keeping you still. You can try to squirm or fuck his intake all you want, but he won’t be slowing down anytime soon, needing to taste every drop of your cum.

- Getting you set up is a little tricky, with Getaway wanting to fuck your ass and Rodimus wanting to ride your cock, though they debate if your greedy hole could take both of them at once but decide against it. They want your mouth open and free just to hear you cry, just to hear all the pitiful sounds you make, hearing your dumb babbles and high pitched squeals as you can only take and take.

- You can’t even hear them at this point, the wet heat around your cock too good desperate to milk your shaft and drain your balls dry and the thick spike slamming deep inside you helping to fuck you dumb certainly isn’t helping. They are pulling your head back and forth, desperate to shove their glossas down your throat for just a moment before asking “who’s fragging you so good, c’mon, you can tell us. It’s me, right? Can’t live without me taking you, yeah?”

- If you don’t answer they will keep going until you pass out, and it’s Rodimus who gets made to explain to Ratchet why the ships human is fucked stupid and leaking so much transfluid.

#mdni #smut #valveplug #transformers x reader #transformers x reader smut #amab reader #transformers x human #transformers x male reader #transformers x male reader smut #transformers Rodimus x reader #transformers getaway x reader #transformers Rodimus x reader smut

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smallestapplin · 22 days ago

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Everytime I wake up to your writing I am filled with a stupid amount of joy.

https://www.tumblr.com/rabotimagines/777699845600346112/httpswwwtumblrcomrabotimagines77743049631032?source=share

OKAY BUT WHAT IF WE DID SPIKE JAZZ? in front of Prowl, of course, the only logical explanation

sue me I really wanna see jazz cry-

I got so caught up with topping Jazz I forgot about Prowl. Maybe I'll make an alt ending with Prowl eventually...

"Interrogation" GN BOT Reader x Jazz [Smut]

Summary: Punishing Jazz because he misbehaved

Genre/Theme: Smut scenario 🔞, Dom/Topping Jazz

Warnings: MDNI 🔞, Rope bondage, over stimulation, edging, Interrogation play

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: BOT Reader using their spike! Reader is punishing Jazz. Reader has a custom cybertronian sized riding crop (no impact play here though), Jazz calls reader Sweetspark, babe, and baby, Reader calls Jazz Honey and Doll, Spike and valve terms used.

Jazz swallowed the oral lubricant in his mouth and stopped trying to get himself out of the knot you'd tied behind his back. The abrasive texture of the metal rope scratching his paint every time he twitched. Your optics online again, and you looked up from the chair you were straddling. "Jazz-" you sighed and lazily pulled yourself up to stand. "What did I say about trying to break out before your punishment was over?"

Jazz couldn't help his smile quirking up a touch more. "That you'd chase me down and punish me twice over- but babe C'mon." Jazz tried to spread his thighs further apart, but they stayed at the exact same position with a low clink. The spreader bar you had his ankles in prevented him from attempting to make himself look even more sultry. So he huffed and just let his plating lax a bit more to let some of the sensitive seams poke out. "Maybe I want ya to..." Jazz finished his performance via worrying his lower derma.

You tutted slowly and crossed the space between you. Your servo touched his pauldron, and you slowly pushed- the chair he was tied to tilted backwards slowly. "This is your punishment, Jazz, it doesn't matter what you want." His pedes left the ground, while only two chair legs were still on the floor. You leaned forward till your olfactory almost touched his and stared into his visor. "All that matters is what I want." Your em field reached out and made his plating shiver when the intoxicating feeling of your unashamed hankering curled around him.

Your derma curled into a catty smile.

You leaned closer, and instead of kissing him, you leaned past him and got right next to his audial covering.

"And I want you to repent." Jazz twitched when your glossia lapped over the covering before pulling away from it. "And to I want you to beg." You murmured out.

You promptly pulled back, your em field going along with and you thunked Jazz's chair back down to sit proper. You tsked and pressed your servo against your own cheek. "But doll, you just keep fighting me... I guess I'll just have to keep playing with you." You pulled the black leather tool out. The tool- the riding crop you'd just gotten. Jazz was starting to hate the thing- Jazz was going to dig and find out exactly where you'd gotten the sparkdamn thing commissioned. And have them make him something he can use right back on-

Jazz's hips jerked, and his aft barely left his chair when your thumb rubbed over the tape that was preventing his spike from pressurizing correctly. Jazz bites down on his bottom derma and can't stop the strained noise that escapes his chassis. "So wet down here and not even from a bit of spike stimulation? Honey, you must be getting a bit strained here. Ready to give?"

Jazz forces his denta to let go of his derma and chuckle. "Strained? Me-? Nah, I'm just-" You pressed firmer against the tape, and he can feel his spike throb hard begging for proper care. Or proper release- or anything really. Jazz sucked in a vent and quietly exhaled. "Just- Enjoying the show."

"Ah, are you?" You hummed and pulled back more only to lean forward. Your arms behind your back, but because of the angle you were bent at, Jazz could clearly still see your riding crop in your servos. "Then you won't mind if I keep performing... unless there's anything you want to say?" You straightened your spinal strut back out and and the riding crop pushed under his chin. Making him look up at you from where he was sitting.

Jazz knew what you wanted.

But Jazz wasn't gonna give it to you just yet. You hadn't exactly broken his will yet, so he'll just go right on ahead with what he'd been doing.

Jazz smiled, staring right into your optics. "Hm, maybe stalk back to your chair with a bit more swagger. Your aft looks better when you do it like that." Jazz's smile grew when your optics only narrowed.

The crop left his chin, and Jazz didn't catch where it was going before he jolted when the crop was on the underside of his anterior node. The ropes holding him strained tight and went lax when Jazz did. Jazz looked down at where you had your riding crop nudging up on the underside of his hard node. You lightly made small circling motions on the under side of his node with the leather and Jazz's pedes tensed. His plating twitching and node throbbing in time with his concealed spike when your teasing touches only continued.

The fact that you weren't even using your own digits was making Jazz way more impatient than he would be otherwise.

Jazz's thighs shifted but he couldn't close them or adjust them in any way- the most he could do was sit firmer against the chair- and even with his own aft in the way, he couldn't exactly grind his valve against the flat of the furniture. You stopped still the crop resting against his node, not moving-

The rope strained again.

You pulled the crop back and gently tapped against the underside of his node. Jazz twitched when you then started pushing against his node. You pressed firmer- Jazz's hips, fail to rock forward, and his node throbs against the leather crop. You just pull it away completely, and Jazz huffs. he can't help muttering "C'mon-" the crop pulls upwards-

And then you snap it downwards sharply right between his thighs and flat on the chair. The hit fast and hard enough the air from the strike brushed his node.

The charge swimming in his array makes Jazz almost wish you had actually struck his node. At least it would be better stimulation than this-

Your servo grabbed Jazz's jaw and squeezed his cheeks a touch. Pulling his faceplate closer to your own as you leered over him, staring right into his visor. "The next words out of you will either be "sorry" or "please'" Do you understand?" You don't give Jazz the chance to respond- your servo letting go of his faceplate and the crop goes and dips low again. Jazz fully expects it to replay the same beat, but you just nudge his node and push past it with the crop.

The leather crop slips between his valve mesh and dips lower and further till- Jazz barely holds back a grunt when the leather of the crop slides right over the entrance to his valve. You push up, and the leather crop threatens to enter him. All while the flexible metal of the crops shaft dragged along the underside of his anterior node. And you pulled the crop back towards yourself- the leather and shaft frotting against his valve. Jazz huffs when you only repeat the motion. Lightly teasing his hole and node at the same time.

You pulled the riding crop, dragging along his valve on its way back. Jazz can feel his slick rolling down his inner thighs. Your free servo rises, and your thumb slips into his mouth and makes its way between the back of his denta- forcing his mouth open a bit. All before slapping the leather of the riding crop against his own glosia.

Jazz can taste his own pre lubricant.

"Optimus gave me the free time just to punish you. So- hope you're ready for a long session, Doll." Your other servo is on his pauldron rubbing against the sensitive seams teasingly.

Jazz could give now, but-

Well, where was the fun in that?

Jazz wanted to give when he physically couldn't stand it anymore. So instead, he lapped his glossia against the leather resting on it. Enjoying the slight narrowing of your optics the act caused.

He smiled despite knowing you were about to leave him high and dry, oh so cruel, yet again.

Jazz huffs and gasps trying hard to ignore the ball of charge humming through him- and has been humming through his frame for the past joors- yeah, it had been joors- at least he thought. You'd disabled his chrono and coms right after you'd tied him down- Jazz didn't know how long it had been, but you'd teased him and sexually frustrated him more than fifty separate times at this point. You'd wind him up with light feather touches from the riding crop or your digits barely on his array. And when Jazz actually thought he'd maybe be able to overload- you pulled away and sat back in your own chair. And waited- waited till his vents evened and his hips stopped shaking. Then you'd get back up and do it all over again.

Jazz's pre lubricant is practically soaking the chair at this point. Jazz had started making headway in slowly wearing the ropes tying his arms when you were in your chair, but- you'd noticed before it was enough for him to break out of it.

You just tutted and tied his arms a different way. Over his own pauldrons now as opposed to behind his back. You'd knotted the metal woven rope In between his inner thighs so now whenever he'd jerk his arms, they'd tighten down on his own thighs. The now forced slight arch of his own spinal strut left Jazz zero leeway to lean away from your invasive teasing. Jazz had felt like he was losing his dang processor at least a joor ago- now he knew he was going a bit crazy.

He can hear his spark pulse slamming in his audials and can also feel his spark pulse in his valve. (And he knows he'd feel it in his spike too if you'd just take the dang tape off him already-!). You're tracing the edge of his headlights again, digits occasionally lightly swiping over the tops- not enough for good pressure-! Good pleasure-! Just enough to make his entire sparkdamn hood jittery from your ghosting touch.

Jazz sucked in a vent through his clenched denta when your digits found his valve again. You didn't touch his node- you just fanned two digits on either side of his valve mesh and parted them. It made a slick sound, and your servo just barely putting pressure down on his pelvis had him biting back a whine. His valve throbs.

And you started pulling away again- "Please-" Jazz's denta clicked shut, but he'd already slipped up so- "Please- Sweetspark C'mon- touch me."

Your optics found his visor, and you smiled, less coy and devious and more genuine this time. "Now, was that so hard? Did you think about what you'd done?"

"Yeah- Yeah, I shouldn't-" Jazz swallowed. "I shouldn't prank Optimus via suddenly blasting that song he hates in his habsuite."

"You gonna do it again?"

"No. Honest. Look at how genuine I am right now-! So please." Jazz tugged against his bindings, the action causing another audible strain of the woven metal holding him. "Sweetspark, please..."

You tutted before you pulled out a practical blade you kept in your subspace and finally cut him free from his prison. Jazz sighs audibly when the strain on his spinal strut finally laxes. Next you're kneeling and freeing his legs from the spreader bar.

After he's out, you grab his arm and drag Jazz upwards and push him towards the edge of his own desk. Your other servo finds his hood, and you pressed him backwards lightly- and Jazz practically chambers blindly onto his desk, sitting his aft on the edge. Before dropping like dead weight on his back. You're between his thighs and your digits find the tape and you finally pull it off of him. Jazz can't help the whine that reverberates out of his throat. Jazz's spike finally pressurizes correctly, and it practically starts drooling pre lubricant all over his own armor. Spike idly twitching in time with his own sparks rhythm.

The sound of your modesty panel pulling back has him spreading his thighs further apart. Jazz almost regrets not folding sooner because he's so aroused right now that you easily bottom out inside him- he usually likes the feeling of being stretched open by your spike. He still groans, though, when your pelvis smacks flat against him. Jazz realizes he can feel his spark pulse in his valve still when his valve throbs around you of its own violation. Your spike sits heavy inside him, and Jazz can't take this anymore!

Jazz's thighs close around your waist, and he pulls you even closer against him. You lean over a touch more, a servo coming to rest on the table. "Baby, Please- Please-!" Jazz doesn't even feel bad playing up the desperation part a little-! He needed ya, and he needed ya now! Jazz ruts his hips back against where you're connected. Jazz moans when you finally pull back and snap your hips. Your spike sliding right back where it's supposed to be. Then you start pulling back and start spiking him proper.

Jazz's servos grasp onto your own pauldrons, digits squeezing and trying to urge you even closer to himself. Your spikes dragging just right where it's inside him and Jazz doesn't bother trying to stay quiet. Why would he-? You already won and broke him with your sparkdamn little torture interrogation. So he's moaning as loud as he wants and gasping and panting. All while your spikes still bullying his valve for all its worth. Jazz can feel his own pre lubricant spilling out of his valve and down his aft. Jazz can only imagine the stain he was leaving on his own desk-! You angle your hips a bit, and Jazz practically shouts when you unexpectedly hit his ceiling node.

Then you get closer to Jazz- leaning over, your chassis's bumping against one another, making every thrust forward now joined with the scrap of metal on metal. Jazz's arms hook around the back of your neck- Jazz felt like he was gonna blow a fuse-! His sparks throbbing in time with his array. Every time you bottomed out, the charge surges through him again. Your servo finds his spike, and Jazz's hips jump with a gasping vent. You start jerking him off fast and quick, your own thrusts quickening in turn. Jazz keens loud, and his helm ends up lolling back against his desk.

"Jazz-!" You pressed your faceplate against his throat cables, and Jazz's spinal strut arches further against you. Jazz might just break- He might actually-! You were driving him crazy here! The heat from his array slams upwards in his chassis, and Jazz chokes on his own oral lubricant. Jazz has enough time to cry out your designation before his overload hits him- and it feels like his plating was gonna fall off him.

The next thing Jazz knows, he's realizing his visor is offline.

Not just offline his frames telling him he was in quick stasis.

Well, ain't that just mighty interesting.

The over wound heat had finally left his frame, so he slowly and more comfortably lets his frame boot back up properly. Jazz can feel servos tracing along his helm and his jaw soft. Then he feels your em field brushing along him the same. Jazz lets himself enjoy the feeling for a bit. When he does online his visor, he's met by you leaning over him. You're now standing above his helm opposite side of his desk. "Ah, there you are. You overloaded so hard it knocked you out."

Jazz huffs his olfactory registering the smell of ozone and transfluid. His thighs and valve should probably be wet and sticky from his and your own mess. But he ain't feeling it at all. "I cleaned you up while you were out." Ah- that's it. Well, that's kinda a shame- Jazz wanted to feel your transfluid spilling out of him. But the fact you'd done it at all make his spark hum a touch harder with warmth. You leaning down and placing a kiss on the bridge of his olfactory doesn't help it any. "Do you wanna go get a cube or something? Now that your punishments over?"

Jazz had been tied to a chair for joors and leaking pre lubricant for most of those hours. "Yeah, sweetspark, that'd be real good."

#valveplug #smut #transformers x cybertronian reader #AAAAAAA #YES YES YES #BROSKI YOU DID IT AGAIN IM RABID #I’m kissing you so platonically #come here and kiss me on my hot mouth I’m feeling ROMANTICAL #Jazz my beloved AAAA #biting shaking barking foaming at the mouth #mdni

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smallestapplin · 26 days ago

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Heard ya got the big sad. Have smirking roddy

(But fr tho, I hope ur doing okay irl! Just know that we are proud of you for still surviving till this day! We may not know what ur going through but I know you have a kind heart!)

LITTLE RODDY!!!

We love Roddy in this house, such a cutie patootie.

And thank you QwQ I tragically have clinical depression so it comes in big waves randomly, I’m fighting for my life for some whimsy.

#little Rodimus cat my beloved #look at that smug face I love him #chatting

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smallestapplin · 27 days ago

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Imagine Boulder painting his s/o in cute little pinup poses

DAMN! That’s a good fact. You didn’t specify human or cybertronian, so I picked human. Also this got a little saucy.

Warnings : gn!human reader, dirty talk, nudity.

Mdni! Adults only!

When Boulder asked you to be his model you didn’t think much of it, you’ve been his model plenty of times before and it always made you so giddy at how he wanted to paint pictures of you to hang in his habsuite, so he could always keep images of you close, it made your heart skip a beat everytime.

But this? Stars above.

The first time you felt so embarrassed, sure he’s seen you naked plenty of times before but for some reason this just felt way more intimate. He told you you didn’t have to, but he saw something online and he wanted to try to paint you like that, how stunning you are and how much he wanted to have it for his personal collection.

But now you find it easy to don on the outfit he’s asked of you, this time he wanted you to lay back against a mountain of plush pillows wearing a thin button up with the top buttons undone exposing your chest, letting the fabric slide off one of your shoulders,, but wearing nothing else. Your legs pressed together and lent more to the side teasingly barely showing your ass.

The way Boulder looks at you makes you feel downright sexy, he looks ready to crawl over your body and fuck you, he looks so hungry but makes no move aside from picking up his paint brush.

“You look ravishing.”

You smile, chuckling at his words.

“Aren’t you suppose to be focusing on painting, or are you trying to sway me for more?” You tease, grin widening as he eyes you, his optics trailing down lingering on your legs and chest.

“It’s always so hard to focus when you look so good. Slag, you’re killing me.” Boulder chuckles softly.

Your ears perking as a metal ‘thunk!’ Reaches them, knowing his spike as pressurized behind his modesty paneling. Your body feels so hot knowing the effects you have on such a large mech. You hold your pose, looking comfortable against the mountain of pillows while having his spark in your hands. Boulder looks focused but here in the low light you can see the coolant shining on his frame, or how he shifts his weight from pede to pede as the pressure on his modesty panel starts to become overwhelming.

Biting your bottom lip you have to stifle a chuckle, watching a trail of pink fluid leaking down his inner thigh.

“Having problems there, big boy?”

This time you can’t hide your smug laugh as those bright orange optics bore into you, he makes it too easy for you to tease him.

“It’s always so hard to focus when you look so alluring. You aren’t even doing anything and yet I feel like you’re teasing me, taunting me, trying to bait me into coming over there and filling you with my transfluid.”

Boulder speaks with a smile, as if he doesn’t have you trembling at the thought of his thick spike filling you out has you squeezing your thighs together.

“Then why don’t you come here and let’s add some pink to that painting?’

Primus, how you tempt him, but how can he say no to you?

#mdni #smut #valveplug #transformers x reader #transformers x reader smut #rescue bots Boulder x reader smut #rescue bots x reader #rescue bots x reader smut

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smallestapplin · 1 month ago

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Did this little doodle based on revelboo's cute fanfic of human reader lounging on Percy while he works. The image stuck in my mind and I've wanted to draw it for a while.

#besties tag #transformers perceptor #tf perceptor #tf perceptor x reader #transformers x reader #GOOD SHIT GOOD SHIT #AAAAAAA #I’m in love #look at himmmmm #he’s so pretty

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smallestapplin · 1 month ago

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Do y’all ever think about the Constructicons and how their way of courting is probably through impressive builds?

Complaining about a pothole or the roads being shitty, and they just spawn in ready to fix it in record time. Please praise them afterwards and tell them their paving skills are unmatched, they wanna be told how cool and sexy they are.

Something wrong with your house/habsuite? Just bitch about it around them and now you have personal inspectors building you something entirely new, and loudly complaining about the previous builders scrap.

Reward them with a smooch and watch Mixmaster, Scavenger, and Long Haul get blushy and giggling like dorks.

Bonecrusher huffing and crossing his arms like he’s also not blushing and his spark isn’t thrumming.

Hook has his plating puffing all proud of himself.

And Scrapper getting bashful but acting like his knees aren’t shaking.

Just say the word and they will destroy or build anything for you.

They live for a little praise and a smooch, please give them kisses.

#transformers x reader #transformers g1 #transformers constructicons #transformers Constructicons x reader #gn reader

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smallestapplin · 1 month ago

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Moot G1 scraps pspspsps uh BOT Reader teasing Optimus, Skyfire, Hot Rod to the point they're hard and dripping against their own modesty panel. But they are in a public area/busy so bots try and keep it cool. Then you drag your mech to the side, still where they know they can't pop their panel but a little privacy. And you tell them you'll do whatever they want later if they can keep control of themselves. Then you get on your knees and start lapping your glossia over the flat of their modesty panel in between verbally teasing them for being so worked up over almost nothing 🩷

-Rabotimagines

Anything for you broski! Also sorry this took longer than intended, but I hope this is to your liking! I am sending you so many platonic kisses right now for this @rabotimagines

Warnings : gn!Cybertronian reader, semi public, reader is smaller than Skyfire(who isn’t)

Adults only! Minors do not interact!

Hot Rod

It’s comical how easy it is to tease Hot Rod, he loves to flirt back but constantly trips over himself when you so much as brush your EM field against him. He can’t get enough of you, but right here and now? Primus save him, he can’t focus on what Kup is ranting about, not with you next to him, your servo rubbing up and down on his inner thigh so teasingly close to his modesty panel. You have to stifle a chuckle at how bad he is at hiding his true interest.

The poor mech is practically vibrating in his seat trying his damnest to move closer to you, if only he could remove his modesty paneling he would, but if he did he knows he’d never hear the end of it. Hot rod leans back in his seat, his leg bouncing as his charge coils tighter. You’re just barely brushing your digits across the seam of his modesty panel, so lightly digging into the mesh along the edges.

You have him drooling and wrapped so tightly around your digit.

The moment Kup gives a moment of free time you’re pulling him away just around a corner making Hot Rod squirming against the wall.

“Please, sweetspark, please! Let’s go to a storage closet or something-mm!” His blue optics brighten watching you drop to your knees and lean forward, grabbing his thighs to balance yourself.

Your glossa giving a teasing lick to the mesh of his inner thighs, your optics locked to his never once breaking contact as you coo at him. Poor Hot Rod, already shaking and you’ve barely even done anything to him!

“So cute, barely even a few touches and you’re this much of a mess?”

The mech before you chokes on his spit, already trying to rut against your face plate needing you, needing more of your touch just anything you could give him! Hot Rod groans, his frame shaking under your touch, he shouldn’t be so weak but his body is heating up just feeling your drag your digits along his thighs, teasing the divets and grooves of his metal.

“Just a little more, come on…mm! I-I’ll be good! So good even just..frag!” The vibrant mech covers his face plate with his servos. He’s going to be loud and you’re both going to get caught if he doesn’t zip it.

But how can he when you’re staring up at him, kissing his modesty panel?

“Aw what’s the matter Roddy, can’t handle a few touches? My pretty boy, I bet your valve is a sticky mess for me already, isn’t it?” You chuckle hearing a clank of his spike pressurizing against his paneling, “You’re so easy, such a few sweet words and I already have you wrapped around my digit.”

“C’mon, please? I-I’ll let you frag my valve, anything just- hnn!”

“You can do whatever you want to me later, just gotta behave yourself, alright?” You sound too sweet for this.

Dear primus if you keep this up he might just overload behind his panel. Biting down on his knuckles he struggles to keep quiet, his hips twitching desperate for more, needing more, how much does he have to beg to have your glossa in his valve?

Can you blame him for being so needy, when you’re teasing him so openly?

Skyfire

This is torture, agony even! He just wanted to help in the lab but you decided to get so handsy with him, he can’t even blame you he knows he could push you away and tell you no, but he doesn’t want to, seemingly unable to find his voice. If anything he leans into your teasing touches longing for more. His frame shakes at the feeling of your servos brushing against his wings as if there wasn’t the possiblity of other bots walking in.

His spike already pressing hard against his modesty panel, his valve clenching around nothing as you gently squeeze the tops of his wings, rubbing from the base as far up as you could go to the tips, chuckling at how Skyfire takes a shake in-vent, hips squirming in his seat.

“You’re trembling so much…is my big mech already so pent up?” You purr into his audials, chuckling at how he squeaks. Sliding around to finally face him and his bright blue face plate.

“Dear..maybe we…mm! W-wait don’t- I—!!” The large mech stutters over his words before slapping his servos over his intake. You’ve dropped to your knees in front of him, staring up at him with a dangerous glow to your optics.

“What’s the matter, sweetspark? Just a little touching got you so worked up?” You kiss his knee, smiling at his little twitches before continuing to kiss up his inner thigh and settling to his modesty panel.

Skyfire stutters to vent properly everything around him heating up. His spark thrumming loudly. His blue optics bright staring down at you, seemingly unable to look away, watching you kiss his panel and licking across the metal.

The large mech whimpers, biting down on his glossa to stop himself from making any loud embarrassing sounds.

“Look at you, you’re already spilling pre-fluid from your modesty panel, and I haven’t even done a thing! You like having my attention, don’t you. Big boy?” You purr, engine rumbling lowly dragging your glossa across his panel, licking across the edges. Placing a kiss to the top of his array panel you mutter, “Letting me do this to you knowing anyone could walk in on us, seeing you being such needy shareware-“

“No, I-ah!” He cries out the second your denta bit into his inner thigh, making his back strut arch, frame nearly convulsing as he falls limp in his chair.

You coo up at Skyfire, “My sweet mech, if you can just handle it for a while longer, I’ll ride that pretty spike of yours, okay?”

only to blink a few times your optics cycling watching the pink fluid leaking from around his modesty panel pooling under his aft.

“Did…did you just overload from that?”

All he can answer you with is a pitiful whine, covering his face from your view from pure embarrassment. Well, it’s certainly a mess you don’t mind cleaning up.

Optimus prime

He shouldn’t indulge you, shouldn’t indulge this, but is it so wrong of him to want to relax with his conjunx was it so wrong that his plating puffs at your light brushing, watching you dropping to your knees just under his desk. His protests are weak, he knows it, but he’s been working so much he hasn’t had too long to spend with you, can’t he just enjoy this before the team meeting?

“My handsome mech,” you purr, nuzzling your face plate against his lower stomach mesh, “always so sweet for me, aren’t you?”

Optimus tenses letting out a shaky ex-vent. He shouldn’t, but he does anyway, leaning back against his seat and spreading his pedes further, giving you move space to work with. Angling his hips so you have free access to his modesty panel.

“Oh, how filthy of you, Optimus, you have a meeting soon and yet you still find time to be such a good boy for me.” Your servos rub up his thighs, squeezing his mesh, always in awe of the strength he holds in them alone.

“So strong yet so weak under just a few kisses.”

“My love…please.” He groans out, frame trembling under your touch. Looking down at you, he places a servo along your helm holding you gently and rubbing his thumb across your kibble.

“Always so good for me, letting me make you feel good, but I didn’t know you’d be easily swayed by just a few words.” You tease, chuckling at his flushed cheeks as you lean in close, kissing the flat top of his modesty panel.

Your grin grows with the twitch his thighs give.

“Are you already so sensitive that just me touching you panel is enough? How cute.”

Optimus sighs, his cooling fans kicking on to try and stop himself from overheating.

“Forgive me, it’s hard not to when you look so good like this…mm!”

You lick the seam of his array panel right where it meeting his mesh, feeling the heated metal under your glossa has you wiggling your hips, your own charge starting to form watching how easily your big strong prime falls apart for you.

“I bet you wish you could move your modesty panel right now, show me that thick spike and fat valve just dripping and waiting to be sucked. I wanna taste your transfluid so badly, I could get drunk off it.”

“Please, love, I don’t think I can-“

“What’s the matter, worried the others are gonna walk in and see how pretty you look overloading untouched?”

Optimus whines, his hips lifting slightly off his seat, wanting nothing more than for you to slap your intake on his valve.

#valveplug #transformers smut #smut #transformers x reader smut #transformers optimus x reader #transformers g1 #transformers Skyfire x reader #transformers hot Rod x reader #transformers Optimus x reader smut #transformers Skyfire x reader smut #transformers hot Rod x reader smut #mdni

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smallestapplin · 1 month ago

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HIII! I just wanted to say that I absolutely adore your work. THE RESCUE BOTS POST ARE JUST IT. I love them all although Our sweet helicopter guy posts and your head canons for him are just *chef's kiss*. Could I request some head canons on how their first date with the (human)reader would go? (Ofc if anyone hasn't requested that yet) Just genuinely curious about your opinion on that. THANK UUU ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

I love Blades so much, he’s such a sweetie! He and Heatwave are my faves no doubt (chase is in there too, im weak.)

- First date with Blades! He’s a mess asking Dani and Boulder for help, he finally managed to ask you out and you said yes! He didn’t think he’d get that far at all! They have to calm him down before giving him advice or a sweet date idea which he all takes to spark. Blades is beyond nervous, he wants to make a good impression as a suitable partner so badly, he’s scaredhe’s going to mess this up and you’ll never want to see him again. He has to be talked down part two.

- He spends most of his time before hand getting a nice blanket ready, with Dani, Cody, and Graham helping him pack human food for a nice picnic, while Chase, Heatwave, and Boulder attempt to help but it’s mostly Boulder trying to properly explain the purpose to Chase and Heatwave putting some cubes of energon in the picnic basket for him. Aside from that Blades is cleaning himself with all he has, making sure ever crack is cleaned, his intierior cleaned and smelling good, and then polishing himself to look pretty.

- The closer the time ticks to the hour you two planned he grows more and more nervous, he’s shaking trying not to cry thinking of every worse case scenario. That is until you pull up, dressed in a very nice but still casual outfit, it’s something he’s never seen you in it instantly has his wings fluttering making a loud ‘ptptpt’ sound, and his face plate bright blue. He stutters in greeting you but he’s such a cute mess.

- He’s nothing short of sweet to you. He transforms and lets you hop in so he fly you both to a safer more private location (and away from the prying eyes and optics his friends) you probably have to reassure him you don’t mind cause he will start nervously rambling.

- Most likely taking you to one of the smaller uninhabited islands around Griffin rock for a nice picnic, it’s nice, it’s private, and it’s just the two of you (he will get flack for this later since the other couldn’t spy on him.)

- A little picnic by the shore with your favorite helicopter. His frame is polished, buffed and waxed to look his best, the moment you tell him how pretty he looks his face plate is bright blue and he’s giggling like an idiot. Smitten.

- Please keep giving him compliments throughout the day, he’s trying his best to compliment you, tell you how dashing you look, how much he likes you but he keeps getting choked up, but if you say something back like “you’re too sweet, Blades.” Or “Could say the same to you, handsome.” He will start to buffer and you’re going to need to give him a moment, a very cute moment.

- Overall it’s fun! So much to talk about with Blades, he never runs out of a topic even if you do, so much sand on the shore to build sandcastles together and make up stories about your kingdoms, or even find a pretty rock to give each other! It’s easy to have fun and fall into fits of laughter with him.

- He doesn’t want to go, he doesn’t want this day to end, even as you’re sat on his shoulder leaning against his helm, both of you relaxing after using so much of your energy. You place a kiss to his temple, “thank you for the lovely day, I had a blast. I hope we can have another soon.”

- Congrats, you’ve killed him. When he finally does managed to get back, the team is asking for details but he squeals into his servos everytime he remembers something even slightly flirty you did.

#transformers x reader #rescue bots x reader #rescue bots blades x reader #transformers x human #rb blades x reader #transformers rescue bots x reader

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smallestapplin · 1 month ago

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Beloved courted

Commission for our beloved @peachypede and her oc IV x Perceptor! Also thank you @savvymantis for beta reading this for me.

Summary : Perceptor is tired but by Primus that’s not gonna stop him from loving his courted and her fuller figure.

Perceptor is so tired, his frame aching from sitting still for so long, constantly focusing his scope to see the chemical makeup of any possible new synthetic energon creation.

Hopefully it could at least be a possible back up when supplies get low, or power things without the use of their food sources as well. The day feels like it stretched on for ages, a never ending cycle of zooming and unzooming, making sure someone wrote his observations down first before moving to the next sample.

Over and over and over again. He is exhausted. He punches the code into his habsuite, letting the door open, standing there for a moment before walking inside. He wants nothing more than to rest, to fall into a blissful recharge for the next several cycles.

The sound of wheels against the ground snap him from his sleepy daze, locking optics with the pair of bright white ones on a shiny black screen.

“Percy, you’re back! How was stuff at the lab?” IV’s soft voice chimes, warming his spark despite the reminder of work.

“It was long; it felt as though it dragged on for ages. I am just happy to be back to you.” The taller mech sighs, leaning down to kiss his courted, dermas pressing gently against her face screen.

His servos go to her thick waist, slowly pulling her away from her desk and off her chair, pulling her against his chassis as he slowly walks them to their shared berth. Kissing her screen continuously until the back of her knees hit the edge of the metal slab, yet instead of falling Percpetor lifts her higher before flopping them both down on top of it. He lays on top of her, almost melting like butter on warm pancakes atop his beloved.

“Oh primus, Percy!” IV laughs softly at how her normally put together courted is acting like an oversized cat to her now. Perceptor groans in pure relief, his joints aching from being in one spot too long, and now he gets to stretch out and get comfy.

The medbot squeaks servos flying to his shoulders as he kisses down her chassis, paying close attention to make sure he loves every groove and curve he comes across before he flops down across her midsection. Arms coiling loosely around her, burying his helm into her plush mesh.

“Truly like an in-vent of fresh air. So beautiful, so welcoming.” Percpetor squeezes her fuller sides letting the softer metal fill in through the gaps of his digits.

IV glances away, her screen turning blue the more she feels his servos squeeze at her softer figure, each squeeze accompanied with a kiss to her stomach.

“What is all this about? N-not that I mind but…” She trails off, looking down at her courted to find him limp against her, his optics slid closed while his microscope clicks something in code.

“I love you, my dear. You always make my days better.” Percpetor slowly opens his optics again, blue ones meeting her white ones in a tender gaze. The crosshairs over his optic form a little heart as he nuzzles deeply into her stomach’s mesh.

“I love you too! I’m glad you’re content and all but isn’t this a bit much?” IV chuckles, her antenna wiggling, tapping against each other nervously. Her spark thrums loudly in her chassis.

“Never. I was locked away inside the lab all day, with no time to see my big beautiful courted, no time to hold you, kiss you, to sink into your warmth like this… Primus, it’s so good to return to you.” Percpetor sighs happily, his servos sliding down from her squeezable sides to her thick thighs.

IV squeaks, feeling his servos move past her metal plating and gripping the softer mesh between, making her squeeze her thighs around his waist from where he laid.

“Stars above, if I had an engine it would be purring right now.” He’s never felt more comfortable in his life.

“Well…your scope is doing a pretty good job at telling me how much you’re enjoying this.”

IV snorts as the dial on his scope clicks more, a mix of loving this and cursing himself out for being so predictable. It’s his fault for teaching her morse code so she could understand his clicks.

But how can he be mad about it when she looks so happy?

#oc x canon #transformers oc #transformers perceptor #transformers Perceptor x oc #oc iv #transformers oc iv #besties tag

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