#robot vampires

[jazzstarrlight]

Nuzi - Oil Sharing (short comic) 16+

⚠️Warning: vampiric intimacy I guess⚠️🧛

🧛Blood sharing (or oil sharing in this case) is an intimate act between vampires (or disassembly/solver drones) that can also strengthen both parties somewhat better than getting other sources.

Given, it's probably not that filling, it does the job for a little while I guess.

... How long is a "while"? Eh, ignore that. Lol. Enjoy the comic!

Let me know what you think!

Also, did Uzi lock the door? ... Khan is hopefully at work. ...maybe. Lol.

[mychlapci]

Vampire Prowl huuuu After he loses control for the first time in eons, I bet he's absolutely mortified once he comes back to his senses. Methinks he should make it up to Sunny and Sides.

I bet that once the initial shock from the cave in subsides, being the rough and tumble kinky sorts themselves, the twins would probably find the idea of vampire Prowl really fucking sexy. Finally, they're seeing another side to their icy commander, and they want him.

Prowl is of course, terrified at the prospect of even acknowledging his "condition" around them, but once everything with the medbay is sorted out, they corner him. Still fearful of his newfound addiction to the scent of the twins, memories of how delectable their fluids tasted flashing through his memories upon seeing them. He tries to avoid them in true Prowl fashion, muttering stony apologies and trying to brush them off, but they cut off his escape. Not until they hear the full story.

So he finally relents. Telling them about how tempting in-line fuel smells to him, how bland regular medgrade is, how he's basically starving himself all of the time, how his accursed instincts are a massive opsec risk (he doesn't say all of that with the same outright negatively connotated wordings I'm using here, but I'm sure the twins pick up on the self depreciation anyways). So the twins have An Idea.

Why don't they train those instincts out of him? The more he ignores them, the bigger of a problem they are, after all. Prowl would refuse initially, but the twins, being the little shits they are, would not only stalk and hound him for days, but also go over his head to talk to Ratchet and Optimus.

They're now officially reassigned to being his bodyguard slash handlers. Between the two of them and Ratchet's blessing to his medgrade stores, Prowl would never need to go hungry ever again. They were already used to biting each other mid interface too, so Prowl feeding from them also actually makes their engines rev like crazy.

Don't mistake them for being mere bloodbags though. As long as the arrangement is in effect, outside all official military or administrative matters, Prowl has to follow their lead and listen to them. Can't have the skittish vampire running loose without a leash. Literally.

Part of the deal is that the twins would be responsible for Prowl's actions at all times, since he's deathly afraid of having a repeat of the incident in the cave in. As a result, they went to Wheeljack and had stealth manacles and a collar fashioned just for him. Sleek little things with powerful electromagnets, shock devices and stasis lock inducers built into them, made specifically to integrate into his armour plating so that they can be worn discreetly in public at all times.

These manacles go into his ankles, knees, and elbows, while the collar goes around his neck, coloured white to look like a seamless extension of his neck plating. All capable of restraining or completely immobilising him even with the enhanced vampiric strength. And with those in place, they really do train him in earnest.

Every night, they spend a few joors with him on his knees, magnetised to the ground while they drip feed a little bit of their blood, just to get him used to regular feeding sessions without overwhelming him. If he loses control and tries to go feral, they immediately engage the immobilisers and shock him back to his senses.

They'll lock his limbs onto a chair and play tetrachess with him, while a cube of freshly drained line-energon is kept in the room, testing his ability to retain his cognizance while smelling fresh blood. They'd insert a reverse vice into his mouth, with the lowest spring tension at first, slowly increasing it over the decaorn to train his biting habits, since vampires have the innate reflex to clamp their jaws over their victims' lines as hard as possible to maximize the blood flow.

Soon, Prowl would be trained to only bite as hard as a kitten after his instincts have been rewired, only using force when he's consciously willing it. He can drink from them without rupturing their lines now! The twins reward him by letting him lightly nibble on their fingers for good behaviour after this.

Before he knows it, Prowl would've basically given over every aspect of his private life to Sunny and Sides. Because it feels good to finally have some measure of control over that untameable part of him, even if that control is in someone else's hands. The twins are already responsible for monitoring his eating habits and vampiric instincts, so they might as well take it further, since their commander doesn't seem to be complaining at all.

At the end of every shift cycle, they now cuff his arms behind him, and lead him to wherever they're planning to go, be it to bed or the washracks. No more all nighters. When he refuels, they tip cubes of medgrade fuel to his lips, firm fingers gripping his chin, tilting it upwards. When they wash and polish him, he stands stock still, knees and ankles apart in a spreader, wrists cuffed and chained above him. When they feed him, he bites down gently as he'd been trained to do, restrained frame in either of their grips, and lets go without protest when they unhitch his jaw. When he sleeps, it is with the immobilisers disabling his motors, letting them cuddle him like a limp ragdoll, with the mouthguard on medium tension in his jaw.

Of course, Prowl would still have moments where his vampiric nature gets the better of him, but with the precautions they've put in place, they're not really big issues anymore. He's their subby little bloodsipper now. And of course, they'll be fucking him nonstop once they break that final social barrier between them. With his enhanced senses, surely Prowl can smell their arousal every time he obeys them without question, and feel his pussy becoming so, so wet in response…(Agree with anon, vampire Prowler is underrated)-🔌

ouuu i love this. Prowl getting shock-trained to be a good little vamp is so fun <3 and of course, when he learns how to be a good boy and remain in control of his instincts (as opposed to simply ignoring them), he gets an overload as a reward <33

[bajoop-sheeb]

Meditation by Yoong Bae

[1000deaddraculas]

Facing the impossible task of stemming the tide of a world-war's worth of ghosts, the undead-hunting Graves Commission has no choice but to employ monsters of their own. Arizona Pierce is an outlaw turned vampire and Commission's newest acquisition. Sever is a hulking ghost-powered automata with no memory of his past. Together they'll try to break the bonds of their captors while battling the hosts of the undead.

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[sagabrielle]

media about siblings and the lengths they will go to for each other. how many people they will kill. how much tragedy they'll endure. how they will utterly uproot their lives for each other. i rail this shit in a mcdonalds bathroom stall

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer | 1.08 “I, Robot... You, Jane”

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[tfp-is-my-lifeblood-lol]

I saw a Youtube comment talking about how, in the episode "Crosscross," Silas was able to track Jack's location and personal info via social media, so why didn't the Decepticons just do THAT all this time, so they could track the humans/Autobot base?

Then all the commenters agreed that it's because the CAPTCHA "I am not a robot" thing actually works on Decepticons, because they are, in fact robots.

I love this and it shall now be my crack headcanon.

(In all seriousness, I actually don't think it's a plot hole. I think it's a great example of the Decepticons' characterization.

The real reason Decepticons never tried social media tracking is because they're too proud to use human technology. To them, it's considered "inferior."

I'm fascinated by the idea that, if they hadn't underestimated human technology, they could have found all these Autobot secrets, like the location of their base and humans, EASILY. But they never bothered, because "oh, that's worthless human tech."

Keep in mind, in one episode, Starscream actually did explore the human internet, and almost located Bumblebee that way, but the others made fun of him for it (the tap-dancing monkey incident) so we can see they don't respect it enough to give it their time.

It also kinda shows how MECH, to some extent, has an advantage against the Autobots because they're all humans, and are therefore better aquatinted with Earth. Even Airachnid didn't realize social media would be a useful weapon until Silas explained it to her. The Decepticons are obviously more powerful since they're giant aliens, but MECH uses their humanity and Earth knowledge as their greatest strength. It's kinda neat.

[yammpi3]

𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. // 𝑾𝑪: 2.2𝑲

— feat. disassembly drone N x worker drone reader

synopsis. Since disassembly drones need oil to keep from overheating they kill other drones to consume it. But.. ever since the alliance between Disassembly and Worker Drones its been a bit difficult to acquire..It’s not a problem for V to randomly kill someone off but it’s a different situation for N now that his views have changed. AKA…reader supplies him with oil :DD

— content warning. Nothing 18+ just a few kisses, neck biting and N being in pain.. gulp?

— authors note. I fear this x reader is a bit..cringe then again that might just be me overthinking it..ANYWAYS tried my best for this, and still have no idea how to write for a robot. (N might be a little mischaracterized I’m not ENTIRELY sure)

At the end of science class, just when everyone was packing up to leave, you noticed N fidgeting more than normal at his desk.

 

"Is everything okay, N?" you asked.

 

He laughed nervously. "Who, me? Pshaw, never better!" But when he spoke, he looked anywhere but at you and the others.

Thad snickered. "Maybe his circuits are loose again." Lizzy giggled. "Lmao, he probably fried something.” Just as V was about to comment on his behavior..

N got up from his chair abruptly; he swayed unsteadily before catching himself upon another classroom desk.

 

By the time you registered what was going on, N had already ducked out of the classroom door, stumbling down the hall. "N, wait!" you called after him, hurrying to catch up. N was unsteady on his feet, swerving from side to side as he tried to put distance between the both of you.

 

His limbs shook with every step he took.

"G-Gotta...g-get a-away..." he muttered, though you weren't sure if he was even aware you could hear him. His eyes flickered erratically, barely being able to focus straight ahead as he tried to get away.

 

You picked up your pace, power walking down the corridor after him. "Slow down!!" you yelled out, but N was quicker, and before you knew it, when you reached the next corner, you lost him completely.

Your concern for N grew by the minute, so you started tracking him down since something was clearly wrong, beyond a normal glitch.

 

An hour had already passed since you last saw N, yet here he was in the maintenance unit stumbling blindly, crashing into something every few steps.

 

"S-sorry!" he slurred after bumping into a support beam for the third time. An unnatural static fuzzed the edges of his voice. Stubbornly, he scrambled back on his feet and lurched forward without seeing where he went.

 

Was he malfunctioning? But his murder drone programming should have kept him sharp, no?? Seeing him this disoriented was alarming.

 

You trailed him at a distance, hiding behind a variety of things as he walked on ahead. Where was he heading in such a panic? His vents were roaring torrents by now, and visible condensation soaked his frame.

 

Finally, he collapsed behind a supply crate, crawling the last few feet. Had he sensed you following? No, his optics were unfocused, so he couldn't have had.

 

Gingerly, you peeked around the crate to see N weakly clawing at his chest clearly in pain.

 

If you didn't act fast, he would shut down permanently. Steeling your nerves, you crawled to his side.

 

"N? Hey..hey! It's me, Y/N. Are you okay??”

 

When you gently called his name, N got startled so badly that his claws scraped sparks from the metal flooring he sat upon. His optics flashed wildly before settling on your face with a look of panic. "Y-Y-Y/N! S-sorry, but I don’t think you should be near me right now…”

 

N let out an alarmed wheeze that trailed off into a pained whine. It took visible effort for his optics to focus on you. You could tell he was losing some sort of control over his strength, but why??

"You don’t look so good..”

 

N broke into a hacking series of rushed laughter that ended in a groan. "Me? Pssh, n-no way! I'm t-totally fine, like I said earlier. Now please just leave me, yeah?” He waved dismissively, or at least tried to, but his attempt ended up flailing limply.

 

He knew he wasn't doing a great job at reassuring you when you glared at him.

"N-nothing to worry that pretty l-little processor of yours over, really.”

 

N's dismissive act was crumbling faster than his resolve. Another hacking laugh turned into a groan as his eyes started to flicker erratically once again.

 

"N, please. You're clearly not alright." You took his flailing claw gently in your hands. His plating was so hot it almost burned to the touch.

 

A whine slipped, “Crap..crap. It h-hurts,

Y/N. M-My core, it h-hurts so F̵̬̏́̏͆̀͝ų̸͙͋̿̃̌͋́̈́̆͑̕͠c̶̜̜̼̥͓̚k̷̫̺̝̈́̀̿̇͐̐͑ḭ̸̧̻̞̻͚̳̘̩̣͋̀̃́̔̊̋̚ň̵̞̪̯̼̟̗̩͈̖́g̸̩̤̩̼̘̪̀́͊͗̋͐́̇ much."

 

You've never seen N this vulnerable before…

"What can I do to help? There must be something." N trembled, fighting some inner battle. Finally, he met your gaze, his optics showing an agony of want behind the discomfort.

 

"T-there is s-something, b-but I shouldn't..." Strangely, another sound intermingled with the strain in his voice now.

Was that...hunger?

 

Stroking his plating gently, hoping to soothe, you pressed, "Please, tell me what you need." His vents hitched wildly. Then, in a strained whisper, he cracked.

"Y-your oil...I ne-need…it."

 

A shiver visibly ran through his frame. His optics darkened as they focused intently on your physic, more so your neck and wrist.

 

"I..." he began weakly, then stopped to swallow. His claws clenched tightly as if fighting the urge. You waited patiently for him to continue, showing concern but no sense of alarm.

 

After a long pause, N dragged his gaze with an effort to meet your face once more.

“T-tell me to stop," he whispered, his fangs peeking out as he talked.

 

"I so badly n-need it, but I don't w-want to hurt you.” His claws lifted toward your face but stopped only by his wavering will. You knew this would be the only way for him to cool down.

 

You looked deeply into N's eyes, past the haze of glitches that overtook his screen.

"I trust you," you said calmly without fear. His breathing became more ragged at your words.

 

In a flash, his restraint broke—but instead of lunging at your throat as you'd expected, his claws tangled in the fabric of your shirt, yanking you flush against his overheated frame. You gasped at the contact, feeling the waves of heat pouring off of him.

 

N buried his face in the crook of your neck, fangs tantalizingly. "P-please..." he stammered once more, sounding close to genuine tears. Raising a hand, you gently clasped the back of his head, threading your fingers through his silver hair.

 

"Take what you need," you told him firmly yet tenderly..After yet another hesitant pause, his screen displayed an X. Then, with a grunt of gratification, his fangs smoothly penetrated the sensitive wiring of your neck.

 

Your breath became unsteady as N's fangs pierced you. It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would—just a little bit of a pinch. His hands gripped your shoulders for support as he drank deeply, allowing the oily fluid to course through his system.

 

For several moments the only sounds were his gulping intakes and your own measured breaths; you kept still so as not to disturb him. You watched as the pained lines on his face slowly eased, his eyes returning to normal. His plating, which was boiling hot only moments ago, cooled down to a much safer temperature against you.

 

N withdrew his fangs from your neck, making a small trickle of oil leak from your wound.

 

He leaned back in hastily, swiping his tongue along the twin marks. You shuddered at the foreign yet not unpleasant sensation. But N paused, a flushed look appearing on his screen. “Ah g-geez, is this w-weird?”

 

He glanced away, clearly embarrassed  "What I mean to say is, um, my saliva can help the wounds close up faster? If, uh, you're okay with my germy mouth touching the injury I c-caused? No funny business, I swear! J-just bros being bros, p-patching each other…um up.”

 

N winced, realizing how that sounded. "N-not that we're actually b-bros, unless you want to be? Biscuits. Just—just let me do this, kay?”

With your consenting nod, N gave a short awkward chuckle and leaned back in. His tongue swiping over the wound. It began to tingle as the mark he had left slowly began to close up.

 

"It's strange to think your spit has healing properties," you remarked softly, not wanting to break the intimacy of the moment. N hummed in agreement, laving one last swipe across the bite mark before drawing back to assess his handiwork. His optics flicked up to meet yours, searching for any sign of discomfort.

 

"How does it feel? Are you in any pain?" he asked, his tone laced with concern despite his own drained state. You shifted experimentally. "Stop worrying. Just a slight tingling.“

 

N searched your face anxiously. "Are you sure? Nothing else? No dizziness or discomfort?" His optics roved your features, taking in every subtle reaction. When you reassured him again that all was well, the tension melted from his shoulders—only to be replaced with guilt.

 

"Y/N, I could have seriously hurt you," he said quietly, horror creeping into his tone. "My systems went haywire; I had no control. If I had bitten down any harder..." He shuddered, unable to complete the thought.

 

"But you didn't," you said firmly. "You fought off the urge just enough to get the help you needed. I trusted you, N." He shook his head sadly. "Your trust may be misplaced in me. The overheating....what if next time I can't—can’t stop.”

 

N shuddered again at the dark thought. Seeking to ease his distress, you shot him a playful smile. "Well, if it happens again, we're in this together. At least now I have a cool vampire drone friend!! The whole sucking my oil thing was pretty vampirish.”

 

He cracked a hesitant chuckle. "Yeah, maybe I'll sparkle in the sun too." Feeling bold, you leaned in with a faux-dramatic voice, "I vant to suck your coolant..."

 

N actually snickered at that. You beamed, glad to lift his spirit, even if it was only for a brief moment. His smile faded as reality set back in.

 

"But seriously, what if next time I really hurt someone?” On impulse, you threw your arms around him in a hug.

 

N's eyes widened as you suddenly hugged him close. For a moment he sat stiffly, caught off guard. Then slowly, oh so carefully, his arms came up to return the embrace.

 

"Y/N...if anything happened to you because of me, I don't know what I'd do," he said quietly against your shoulder. You squeezed him tighter for reassurance. "Hey, it'll take a lot more than some murder instinct to take me out. Have a little more faith in me, will you? Stop being so edgy.”

 

“Edgy?" N scoffed, "Sorry, nearly ripping your throat out put me in a gloomy mood."

 

"Ripping my throat out?” You echoed with a wry grin. "Well, luckily that didn’t happen, did it?”

 

N huffed, “Maybe. But what if next time I lose it?"

 

You opened your mouth to respond, but he quickly shushed you.

 

“You just leaped right in like it was nothing. Do you have any idea how badly this could've ended?" He gestured vaguely to the drying wound on your neck.

 

"You drones are so..so fragile. One wrong move and I could've—" He cut off, unable to say the word. His arms flexed unconsciously, as if longing to wrap around something and squeeze. To protect, or destroy? Even he wasn't sure.

"You'd never hurt me, N. I believe in-"

 

Your words halted as he glanced up, his eyes searching yours with raw, wavering emotion. An urge welled within you, sprung from compassion more than reason. You leaned in to press your lips to his in a soft kiss.

 

"Mmmph?!" N made a muffled sound of surprise, his body locking up stiffly. Your tongue briefly caught the tang of the lingering oil before you pulled back with a slight grimace.

 

His faceplate shone a distressed yellow blush. "I-I'm so sorry, I should have wiped my mouth better!“ he stammered.

 

But you simply smiled and leaned in again, pressing your lips gently to his once more. Then, slowly, he began to relax into the kiss.

 

His screen switched to a loading screen. In that moment, all his train of thought derailed off a cliff. N's screen flickered back online, and one of his hands floated up to gently touch his mouth, eyes wide and staring blankly.

 

"Bwuh-wha...you...kissem—I mean, I kissem-no, we...kissed?" he sputtered

 

"We k-kissed. You k-kissed me," he whispered, his optics shrinking to pinpoints before dilating wide again. A nervous giggling burst out of him.

 

"Oh biscuits, what d-does this mean? Are we like..” his tone lowered to a soft whisper.

“Dating n-now?”

 

"Well, uh, I guess you could say we're kind of sort of datingish now," you replied bashfully. "If-if you want to be my boyfriend, that is."

 

N's entire face lit up. "Boyfriend..Awhh Y/N!! Id love that." He hugged you tightly, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around in excitement.

 

"N set you down gently, his optics still shining with unbridled joy. However, a hint of seriousness crept into his expression as he looked at you intently.

 

"This doesn't mean I'm not mad at you for what you did," he said, his voice low and eyes narrowed slightly. "You could have been seriously hurt, or worse. You really scared me back there."

 

You sighed and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Next time, I'll call V or someone else—I won't try to handle things on my own and potentially get myself killed." You paused, then added with a wry smile, "I promise."

N's stern look softened, and he hummed contentedly. "Good!" Reaching out, he took your hand in his larger one and gave it a gentle squeeze.

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[mychlapci]

I was thinking way too hard on vampire Prowl and now i think I hauve anthrax.

SO anyway, if vampirism is a line of code that needs to be added to the base coding, I think Prowl would ABSOLUTELY loathe it. Asides the unsanitary fact of being a glorified mosquito, it also means the humiliation to get irreversibly changed into it. With that in mind, he kept it a secret of everyone and decided to ignore it and just drink his rations even if it makes him puke and sick. What he didn't count with was his tacnet getting the grip on how to let him survive, the damn thing is smart and in dire need of nutrition after weeks of subsiding on non-optimal routes: instead of strategy and raw logic it keeps suggesting him on how to maul his comrades in feeding himself or how to steal the biggest amount possible of medigrade energon to guzzle down. With that in mind, terrified of the prospect of losing himself and still stubbornly not wanting to share his problem and be humiliated, he just goes into hiding in caves before becoming half feral.

What he didn't count with was an worried faction leader. A big hearted idiot that can't handle the loss of his soldiers well and worries way too much over things that he shouldn't. You see, Optimus knows how much Prowl is passionate over the cause, it's not in his character to just vanishes in thin air. And even worse that there isn't a single sign of kidnapping nor of desertion, in fact, he kept all the work updated and even elected someone to "replace" him and with the possibilities of attacks and what could happen. And no long after scouts say they can feel a raw broadcast, as if someone is half conscious and yet asking for aid with a signature that looks like their prickly praxian. Fearing it could be the cyberplague, or something worse, he decides to track him himself and use his trailer to haul his SIC back into medical treatment without the risk of infecting more bots.

And that's how seconds after entering the cave he got pounced by an energon-thirsty half-crazed SiC with wild almost white eyes and fangs, one wich bit hard into his auxiliary energon veins in the neck and kept sucking greedily, pinning both his hands on the ground possessively and sitting in his wide torso to avoid resistance. Imagine him sucking it off greedily after weeks of starving himself and getting energonthirst, basically half conscient of what is happening but getting the gaping hunger of his stomach filled pleasantly, almost like the buzz of engex, but lighter and more tasty.

His crafty tacnet, in a way to make it so to avoid him starving himself again, rerouted that pleasant feeling, that buzz of feeding, into arousal and without even realizing he is rutting himself into Prime like a turbofox in heat. And Prime, first unwilling and struggling, and then after seeing the state of his friend and guessing rightly it's the vampiric code, became permissive, letting his half-starved SiC feed and later bounce in his spike like a high class slut, half smeared of energon and getting pumped in transfluid, his spike bumping in his ceiling node all the time and pleasantly stretching him enough to get all his cock into the praxian, who was moaning and snarling until he overloaded and rebooted himself into the horrified of his actions but still very aroused prickly prick again.

(sorry for all of this I swear I am normal and ok and sound of mind).

tears my shirt off VAMPIRE PROWL hgrhhhH. it took me so long to get to this. I need him to crazed for energon his rational processor completely switches to surival mode and he becomes the hungry beast he was afraid of becoming... Optimus is so understanding, he has to be. If Prowl wants to drink from him with his spike in Prowl’s valve, he’ll do it for his second in command.... he’ll help him feel good <33

[miwachan2]

OwO

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[1000deaddraculas]

NEW COMIC LAUNCHING OCT. 31ST!

Sever & Pierce is a webcomic about a gun-slinging vampire and a ghost-powered robot who are indentured to a paranormal defense agency. Together they must hunt their fellow undead, lest they be hunted themselves.

This comic is a collab between myself + @bfleuterart