#robot/human relations

[delicateartisantrash]

comic fanfic scene W.I.P.

Still working on drawing how I imagine the design for Starscream’s Holo’ Av’ in one of the stories I’m writing.

[youkaiyume]

Mirage wants to try some of those tender, loving head touches Charlie and Bee do all the time. He's a little too enthusiastic. 

[youkaiyume-art]

Happy Charbee Anniversary! Have some Earthspark spicy art.

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PillowFort

AO3

I just imagine that every time they interface there's still that sense of awe they feel that they can connect this way despite being so different.

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And works from Charbee Anniversaries past!

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[sultrycometz]

Porntastic (Starscream/Female!Reader)

(Divider by inklore)

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!

Word Count: 4,000 +

Starscream watches porn.

Inside the walls of the Harbinger, Starscream attempted to focus on the positives as a rogue instead of the negatives.

He located the other half of the cargo ship, thus leading him to create an army of (rather unsuccessful) clones, acquire the apex armor (before losing it to the accursed Autobots), and uncover red energon (although, it was still processing). 

Yes, just as he thought. Positives.

Beneath the dim lights of the ceiling, Starscream searched the internet, his optics flickering from the pad below him to the monitor in front of him. He intended to find valuable information that could be of use to him. 

Still, it didn’t mean that he particularly enjoyed it.

“Miserable humans…”

He grumbled, muttering about the folly of the dominant species on planet Earth. He tapped away with his claws, clicking and clacking until one wrong move caused some type of footage to flash across his feed. Once he processed what he was looking at, the mech felt as though he were about to purge his tanks of limited energon at any moment. With a panicked yelp, Starscream leapt back and flailed his arms. A look of sheer horror crossed his faceplate, and then, he scowled. 

“Vile human pornography!”

He was not naive to sexual endeavors. Seekers of Vos had a reputation for a reason, after all. 

But...humans?

After recomposing himself, Starscream stepped back towards the monitor. Before he tried to shut it down and reboot the system, however, more recordings flickered across the screen. Much to his utter disgust, Starscream paused. He began to watch, he began to listen, his gaze darting from one scandalous image to the next. 

Starscream’s claws twitched, his wings flicking. He wanted to pull himself away, but he couldn’t. He felt odd. Slowly but surely, his disgust faded into the back of his processor. A new thought popped into his processor, one that made him feel more curious than anything else.

He thought of his human. Yes, his human, the one who visited him sometimes, listening to him, tending to his wounds, and even assisting him whenever necessary. 

“By the AllSpark, what am I thinking?”

Starscream scoffed, trying to force the thoughts away but to no avail. The more he immersed himself with the pornography in front of him, the more he thought about his human’s soft, squishy body. Beneath his interface panel, there was a throbbing sensation.

What would it feel like to bury his spike inside the human?

He groaned, trying to bare his denta, but once again faltering. Slowly, he lifted a claw to his chin and hummed.

It has been some time since you last entered the Harbinger, so when Starscream called you out of the blue from nowhere, you practically pounced at the chance to visit him.

You jumped through the ground bridge portal, immediately feeling nauseous. You held your stomach, groaning and moaning to yourself before finally allowing the feeling to pass. God. You would never get used to it, would you? Alien transportation just didn't sit right with you.

Shrugging, you made your way through the Harbinger, trying to ignore the sight of the dead Starscream clone hanging limp in the background. Once you spotted Starscream himself, you glanced upwards at him with a smile.

“You rang?”

Frankly, a part of you was thrilled. Surprisingly enough, Starscream required lots of help from you, and you wondered what it could be this time. The mech locked his crimson optics with you and nodded, his frame towering over you. Still, you didn’t budge, already accustomed to his size.

“Yes, I want you to explain something to me.”

With a servo, he beckoned you closer, so you followed him on foot through the hallway of the fallen ship. Once he paused near his computer, you hopped onto a low-hanging platform to focus your attention on the screen he was pointing at. Starscream wore a sickened look on his silver faceplate.

“Is THIS what you humans call entertainment?” 

You blinked, peering closer at the monitor. To your shock, it was a man fucking a woman doggy style. The realization hit you like a freight train. Almost instantly, you released a hearty cackle.

“Oh. Oh, my God. You're watching PORN?”

Starscream huffed, his wings flicking in irritation. Swiftly, he turned the monitor off.

“Don’t laugh at me!”

“I thought you hated humans!”

Starscream crossed his arms.

“I do! Don’t think that this changes anything! Now, are you quite finished?”

Gradually, you sighed and recovered, straightening your back a little to answer his previous question.

“Yeah, porn is pretty common on the internet. Sometimes it just pops up on websites as ads.” You stifled another snicker with your fist. “Sorry you had the misfortune of coming across it.”

Starscream grumbled, something clearly weighing on his mind.

“Yes, well. Ever since the Great War began, there has been a…shortage of such material available to mechs.”

Surprised, you lifted your eyebrow.

“You guys get horny?”

Starscream stammered for an answer.

“Well, of course we- I mean…the point is, what I’m attempting to say…”

For some reason, it was difficult for him to speak. And for a moment, it was even difficult for you to believe. Eagerly, you smiled at him with your hands held behind your back. If he was implying what you thought he was implying, then you should shoot your shot, right?

“You…want to have sex with me?”

Starscream visibly shuddered.

“Don’t say it like that.”

He walked over to you, his heeled pedes thumping against the floor as he lowered himself to bring you into his claws. 

“As painful as it may be for me to admit, life as a rogue has left me feeling…”

You smirked at him, resting in his hold.

“Horny?”

Starscream narrowed his optics on you.

“Deprived.” He vented with a sigh. “Now, I shall make you an offer, since you are the only human that I know personally, and, no one really has to know…”

You tapped your palms against his claw, causing him to pause. Warmth filled your chest as you nodded fervently, excitedly. There was no chance in hell you were missing out on such an opportunity. 

“I accept. I accept wholeheartedly.”

Starscream’s wings twitched, a smirk threatening to tug at the corner of his dermas. But he didn’t. 

“Very well. I have prepared a section of the ship which may strike your fancy.”

As you sat safely in his hold, Starscream carried you into another room. It was smaller and darker than the other quarters of the ship, but it still contained various platforms, monitors, and a single slab in the corner. As you recalled, Starscream referred to it as a “berth”. Soft bedding stretched across it, the same bedding you brought during long nights with him.

You blinked as he set you on the berth, placing your hands on your hips. 

“Uh, not to be rude, Stars, but how do you expect that you will fit?”

Directly behind you, there was the sound of clicking and whirring. By the time you turned around, you found Starscream climbing on the edge of the berth. He was now roughly the size of a human, only slightly taller and larger than you. He grunted, but he managed to walk over to you just fine. 

Your jaw dropped, your eyes widening in shock and wonder.

“How? What did you…?”

Starscream nodded, appearing smug and pleased by your astonishment.

“It is called “mass-displacement”. It allows us cybertronians to compact our bodies into smaller versions of ourselves. Only for short periods of time, of course.”

Gingerly, you stepped closer towards him, fiddling with your fingers.

“Is it uncomfortable for you?”

For a second, Starscream stared at you, seemingly taken aback by the question.

“Not at the moment, no.”

A brief moment of silence ensued. Starscream crept closer to you, his wings twitching as he thought to himself. And then, he cleared his throat.

“Well, I suppose I should…”

Without hesitation, you slowly lifted your hand and set it on the red Decepticon sigil on his chest plating.

“Can I start out first, Stars?”

Starscream gawked at you for a second before nodding. Humming with delight, you leaned forward, closed your eyes, and kissed him on the lips. His dermas weren’t hard and cold. Rather, they were smooth and warm, instilling your chest with an undeniable feeling of adoration. You pressed your hands to the side of his faceplate, drawing him further into the kiss. At first, you were gentle and slow, wanting him to make the next move. Fortunately, he did, much more passionate than you. He applied some pressure, a low moan rumbling deep inside of him as he melted into your lips, encouraging you to squeak. Starscream parted his dermas to grin at your reaction, his claws beginning to roam your body, pulling you closer against his frame. As the two of you kissed, his sharp digits dragged down your spine, causing you to shiver and moan.

Once you pulled away for air, you whispered his name.

“Starscream…” 

Amused, the mech flicked a stray strand of hair away from your forehead.

“Remove them.” He tugged at your clothes. “Show yourself to me, my human.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. Swiftly, you backed away to lift your shirt over your head. And then, you unbuttoned your pants and shucked them off your legs. You tossed them across the berth before Starscream took you by the hand, leading you to the end of the slab with the soft bedding. Together, the two of you relaxed and lowered yourselves to the blankets. Starscream eyed your bra, huffing to himself as he pinched the strap on your right shoulder.

“I meant every garment.”

You giggled, reaching around behind your back and unclasping your bra, releasing it to the pillows. Starscream’s optics widened as he fixated on your tits, humming here and there as he inspected your chest. 

“Mm. They look much different in person.” He cupped a breast in his servo, bouncing it. “And what are they made of? Fat?”

You laughed, heat blossoming across your cheeks.

“Fat and other things.” You puffed your chest out, granting him permission to touch you. “Go wild.”

Starscream blinked. And then, a sly smirk swept across his faceplate as he added another servo into the mix, jiggling your boobs. His digits sank into the soft, squishy mounds, gathering warmth. You moaned a bit, tossing your head back as you felt your nipples harden beneath his touch. 

“Hmm…” Starscream hummed curiously, taking one erect bud between two claws and pinching them. “I’m making you feel good.”

His tone of voice, coupled with his low growl, prompted your crotch to pulsate. You squirmed, falling further into his touch as he teased your nipples. Your thighs shuffled together as you tried to lean closer against him. 

“Y…You are, Stars.”

He appeared triumphant, giving another pinch to each nipple before pulling away from you. But before you could even stutter out a protest, Starscream leaned forward with his mouth and brought a nipple between his dermas. A gasp left your throat as you rested your back against the pillows. 

“You’ve been…learning, haven’t you?”

Starscream chuckled.

“You could say that.”

As he rolled your nipple against his denta, he lifted a free servo and fondled your other breast. You shuddered and moaned, closing your eyes shut in bliss.

“Just…know that porn isn’t accurate to sex.”

Starscream paused for a moment to speak to you.

“Yes, I…gathered.”

He nipped at your nipple, retracting his mouth to give the other one attention. As gently as he could, he rubbed the bud between his denta, prompting your toes to curl as another noisy gasp escaped your lips. 

“Mmngh. Fuck!”

Finally, Starscream pulled off your tit with a popping sound. He smirked at you, still massaging the other breast by rolling his servo back and forth.

“I trust that I’m doing well for my first time with a human?”

You nodded, panting with a heaving chest.

“You’re doing fucking fantastic.”

Starscream hummed, only releasing your tits when he was finished. Eventually, he focused his attention on your crotch. He lifted an optic ridge, pulling your back against his chest plating as he cradled you close to his metallic frame. 

“I’m assuming that you possess a valve.” He trailed a single servo down your stomach and into your panties. “But no spike. Correct?”

Once he reached the lips of your pussy, you squealed. Starscream chuckled, pressing another kiss to your neck. 

“Ah, I suppose that confirms it then.”

Starscream teased your cunt, his claws slowly spreading your lips apart. A little panicked, you shrieked. 

“C...Claws! They’re sharp!”

Starscream blinked before hugging you closer to him, shaking his helm.

“No, no. I am well aware of how soft and fragile you are, just as I am aware of the might of my claws. I do not intend to harm you. Trust me.”

It was hard to trust him. You knew that you shouldn't, given who he was and the shit he could pull with you. And yet, in this situation, you did. If he wanted to harm you, he would’ve done so already. 

Starscream allowed you to relax into him before continuing. With a sigh, you nodded, permitting him to proceed. With your aid, the panties were kicked off from your legs, and the mech now had full access to your cunt. You leaned the back of your head against him, moaning. Once he found your clit, your body arched by instinct.

“Ah.” Starscream observed your reaction. “This must be your little node, isn’t it?”

You blushed, trying to grind on his claws as you nodded vigorously. 

“Fuck, Stars! Keep going! Please!”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Starscream drew circles into your clit with the tip of his digit, forcing you closer and closer to the edge. He was tender, not even harming you by accident. It surprised you, but you certainly didn’t complain, not when he was willingly giving himself to you like this. It felt as though a good fuck was something Starscream was truly longing for. 

“You’re moist,” he whispered. “But you’re not wet enough. Allow me to work on that.”

A chill of pleasure overtook your body as you wriggled in his grasp, fully submitting yourself to his control. He enjoyed control, that much was for certain. Still, he was merciful in his own ways. You appreciated that, you supposed. 

With one claw, he teased your hole, gingerly pressing inside. He felt your walls, stiffening once he realized the strength of their grip. He moaned out your name, fingering you by slowly and gently inserting his claw inside your pussy repeatedly. It was a sweet rhythm, sensual in touch and in motion. You moved and leaned your body in response to his touches, bending and weaving with him. You were so enraptured with the flow of his fingering that you only just now realized that you were about to orgasm.

“Starscream!” Your abdomen buzzed and throbbed with the familiar, breathtaking sensation. “Starscream, I’m going to come!”

You did. With a great cry of pleasure, you orgasmed, your walls contracting around his digit before coating it in your fluids. With your hands, you gripped the plating of his thighs, riding out your climax as he chuckled against you, relishing in your blissful state. 

“That’s my good girl…overload for me.”

He crooned to you, easing you along your orgasm. He massaged the lips to your pussy with his other claws, teasing you as well as preparing you. Once your orgasm passed, you sighed into him. Starscream retrieved his claw from your cunt. You turned and stared at him, expecting him to be repulsed. Instead, he brought his claw to his mouth and licked it with his glossa.

“Hmm. Not bad, human.”

You peeped, too flustered for words. Starscream gazed at you, his expression softer than before but still possessing a mischievous glint in his optics. He lifted himself, spreading his legs apart.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, my dear, my spike is pulsating and ready to be revealed.” 

With a mechanical hiss, his crotch panel slipped away, displaying what appeared to be a penis of sorts. It was long, silver, and topped with scarlet biolights running down its sides. You gawked at him, trying to resist the urge to moan right then and there. 

“Like what you see?” Starscream was prideful. “I do, too.”

You felt like rolling your eyes, but you didn’t. You were much too preoccupied with the size of his “spike”. A pink fluid squirted from the tip, something you realized to be precum. Starscream laughed softly.

“Go on. Touch it.”

For a minute, you hesitated, your hands hovering over his spike for a moment. How gentle did you have to be with him? Carefully, after some consideration, you finally grasped his girth with one hand. Starscream moaned, rolling the plating of his pauldrons and tilting his helm back in wonder. 

“Yes, good job.”

You reacted positively to his praise, starting to increase the pressure and speed of your fondling. Much like the rest of his body, his dick was warm to the touch. Well, only much smoother and wetter. The biolights felt like pebbles beneath your fingers. 

“Stroke me harder.” Starscream’s legs quivered. “Stroke me faster.”

A gentle, blue blush spread across his faceplate as you proceeded to give him a hand, grasping and squeezing whatever you could. The more you stroked, the more his cock twitched in front of your face. It brought you great satisfaction to see his knees buckle beneath him due to your touch. Starscream whimpered, his moans turning more high-pitched by every second that passed.

“I got the touch, don’t I?”

You chuckled, prompting Starscream to scoff.

“Y…Yes, well. Don’t get too cocky-”

When you leaned forward, you allowed your hands to fall back down to your sides. Briefly, you gave a kiss to the tip of his spike. Starscream’s entire frame shook as he stuttered, his wings flapping as more transfluid spurted down his spike. 

“Frag.” 

Pleased, you pulled away, giving him some time to recompose himself. 

“You alright, Stars?”

His blush only darkened.

“I’m fine.” He straightened himself. The two of you readjusted your positions on the blankets, seeking more comfort. “Rest your back against the berth, human. I wish to give you a proper spiking.”

You did as you were told, quickly relaxing into the bedding as he loomed over you in a missionary position. He set his palms on either side of your head almost possessively. As the mech drew his slick dick against your folds, he tilted his helm at you.

“Ready?”

It was rather sweet that he asked you beforehand. 

“Yes, Stars.”

Slowly, teasingly, he pushed the tip inside you, only beginning to move when you gave him the go-ahead. You gripped the blankets beneath you, hissing a little at the slight twinge of pain. However, it quickly passed, replaced by an overwhelming feeling of pleasure. Starscream slowly inched himself further inside you, stretching you with his large spike. 

Well, at least, you assumed it was large by his species' standards.

“Starscream. Starscream!”

The mech mumbled to himself, expelling hot air through his vents as he fucked you.

“Tight…and so, so soft…all for me.”

Perhaps there were certain aspects of humans that even he couldn't resist.

While minding his knee spikes, you wrapped your legs around his waist, beginning to move with him. Starscream moaned, hitting a spot in your pussy which urged your back to arch. With every thrust, you felt the grooves and ridges of his spike, pumping and pulsating inside you.

“FUCK! It’s so…filling!” 

Again, Starscream chuckled. Although, it was much breathier this time. He touched your cheek with the knuckle of a digit. 

“But it feels good, right?”

It did, more than you ever thought possible. He rocked into you, thoroughly but slowly, building into something strong. The claws on either side of your head dug into the sheets, creating marks. Whimpers left his dermas as your walls squeezed him tight and snug. You knew that he would never admit it, but he needed you just as badly as you needed him. Ripples of pleasure washed over your body like a tidal wave, driving you closer to the edge. As he rested his chest plating to your bosom, however, that was when something strange occurred. Starscream paused his thrusting and glanced at you.

Puzzled, you blinked at him.

“Huh? You okay?”

Starscream heaved, hot steam rolling out from his dermas.

“I…I want to change our positions. Quickly!”

You lifted a brow but complied with him anyways, smiling and doing as he instructed by shifting your body around on the berth. Apparently, he really did take his porn seriously.

“Yes, yes. Now get on your knees. Just like that.”

As your back faced him, Starscream knelt behind you, grasping your hips and sinking his claws tenderly into your skin. Once the two of you grew comfortable, he wasted no time in slowly entering inside you once more. This time, his spike slipped inside you with ease. Evidently, he noticed it as well, pressing further into your folds and walls. A plethora of moans erupted from your lips, your words faltering to complete and utter nonsense. 

“Oh, Starscream!”

The mech’s voice grew ragged, causing your heart to beat wildly in your chest.

“Yes! That’s what I want to hear, human! Remember who frags you the best.”

Again and again, Starscream buried his spike into your pussy as he fucked you doggy style, hitting the spot which made you moan the loudest. It was done on purpose. He wanted to hear just how good he made you feel. Just as before, you felt the pressure in your abdomen build and swell. You began to squeeze him tight. 

“I-”

You gripped the sheets below you, sweat dripping down the side of your face.

“Starscream! I’m-”

You were cut off by your own orgasm. You moaned into the pillows as you cried out his name and his name alone, your walls gripping his spike as he thrusted inside you with great fervor and diligence. When he reached your g-spot, tears formed inside your eyes. They were good tears, happy tears.

“That’s it, human,” Starscream said. “Take me. Take as much of me as you can.”

You moaned, your tits and rear shaking with every thrust of his hips. The sound of metal against flesh was loud and lewd to your ears. As you lowered yourself to the blankets, Starscream started to speak. However, his own words fell short by his own cry of elation. He gripped your hips even firmer, undoubtedly leaving marks. 

With a moan of your name, he came with his cock twitching inside of you. Although you couldn't see him from behind you, you imagined that his wings fluttered away like a fairy. His entire frame shook, the mechanical bits inside him sputtering and whining, piercing your ears and shaking you to the core. Hot, sticky cum flooded your pussy, reaching nearly every nook and cranny as you whispered out words of praise and delight. Trapped in a daze of rapture, you allowed him to pump inside you as much as he could before he quickly pulled away from you, the rest of his transfluid trickling onto the blankets below.

Exhausted, you flopped to the pillows. Likewise, Starscream knelt beside you, combing his claws through your hair. Chuckling softly, you turned your head slightly to gaze at him.

“How was that?”

Starscream’s wings flapped.

“It was much…better than I was expecting.”

You chuckled, sighing as you gave yourself more time to relax. However, when you eventually stood from the berth to make your leave, a servo grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, human.” 

You cocked your head at him. Starscream loosened his grip on you with a nod. “I must monitor you…for any severe reactions to my transfluid, of course.”

You smiled at him, understanding him. Quickly, you snuggled into the stained blankets beside him. He was reluctant, but Starscream did draw his claw along your naked body.

“I am…looking forward to similar experiences with you in the future.”

You kissed him on the cheek to signify that you felt the same.

“Me too, baby.”

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[rowanmutt-afterdark]

Kinktober Day 5 Medical Play (IDW Ratchet)

Word Count: 1,011

IDW Ratchet X Human Female Reader

Read more below the cut!

"Are you ready for your checkup?” Ratchet asked, walking into your assigned room. You were his first patient of the day, and though he was exhausted from a long work night, he was happy to give you a check-up. You responded with a nod. You didn't meet his optics, but you seemed OK with this.

His dermas changed into a soft smile, and his servo was placed upon your shoulder. He smiled at you as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “If you need to stop, let me know. We can stop now.” He offered to put a halt to this. You looked up at him and shook your head rapidly.

“No no! I'm ok, I promise. I'm just not used to this type of thing.” You reassured him that you did want to try this. It was just a new roleplay to spice up your love life. You trusted him and knew he was experienced.

He would never make you uncomfortable or feel unsafe.

“I'm ok to continue.” Ratchet listened to your plea, relenting with a sigh. His servo moved to your chin, holding it between his digits to kiss your cheek.

“Good girl. If you need me to stop, don't hesitate.” He pulled away, and just as soon as he paused the roleplay, he began again.

“I'm happy that you came in as soon as you started to feel off. I assure you that we will be able to check everything and see what could be wrong.” He had you lie back against the cold slab used as the med-bays examination table. His mass-displaced servo started over your chest, feeling the rapid rising and falling of your breast. He smoothed his cold servo over your clothed top as he felt for any lumps.

“How about you remove your gown for me? I can’t check for lumps like this.” He ordered. You didn’t hesitate to remove the top of the gown. The fabric fell and pooled at your waist as he hummed appreciatively and moved his servos back to your chest to feel your tits. His servos groped at the soft mounds of flesh and muscle, feeling for anything abnormal. His hold wasn’t rough, nor was it gentle. His one servo became two on your chest and felt you up. A small noise escaped your lips before you bit your lip to silence any sound from leaving you.

“Hmm.” He hummed, feeling you up for any lumps and found none, the smallest hint of curled at the edges of his mouth before disappearing as he pulled away. He wrote down what he felt before he moved on to the next part of his examination. He motioned for you to lie back against the examination table, you follow his instructions and waited with anticipation as he turned back to his tray of tools. He looked over each one until he found what he was looking for, and from it, he pulled a speculum.

A pap smear?

You had one not that long ago. You didn't voice your protest as you weren't the doctor. He wanders back over to your side. His servo grabs the hospital gown and pulls it the rest of the way down your body until it is removed from your figure. The chilled air of the exam room brought goosebumps to your skin as the cold air met your warm skin. Your skin fluttered as he dragged the instrument along the skin of your pubic bone in a lazy, careless pattern.

“Open your legs.” He orders. You followed, legs spreading off to the sides, exposing your pelvic area to him. Had you been able to see you, you would have caught Ratchet shuddering in excitement at your willingness to be examined by him. He grabbed the lube for the speculum and popped open the cap to drizzle it over the metal with a small squeeze to the bottle. You knew just from look alone just how cold that was going to be. He hummed a small tune cheerfully as he got between your spread legs and pressed the speculum against your pussy. A shudder passed through you with a surprised gasp as its cold, lubed clamps were grinded against your clit.

“I have to get the lube spread around before I can proceed. I can't risk harming my patient, now can I?” He moved it in a rhythmic pattern against your sensitive nub, bringing legs to tremble and tense at the pleasure that surged in your abdomen and pooled with a liquid heat inside of you.

“How does that feel?” He asks. You nod with a whimper before answering his question.

“G-Good.” You whine, he hummed in approval at the confirmation for him to continue with his exam. The speculum nestled its way between your folds, slipping into your aching hole followed with another shudder from you. It pushed its way until it was fully inside of you. Its freezing cold clamps were pressed as close to your walls could go before he gave you a quick look, and then he moved It to open. It opened you with ease, but this discomfort from it brought forth a whine as it pried your walls open for him to take a peek at what he was working with.

“My my, what a beautiful fleshy valve. It's not every day I get to examine such a fine specimen. Your anatomy is so similar to our own-” he paused. “I wonder if…” He trails off before he's grabbing your thigh in one servo and pulling them further apart while the other keeps the clamps opened.

“You are absolutely drenched! Is this getting you wet? Such a bad girl, a naughty patient doesn't deserve good awards. Instead, they get to suffer the consequences.” He purrs before his lips are on your clit bringing forth a wail of surprise and pleasure as he sucked and swirled his glossa around it making your legs jerk and your body thrash as he hums around the sensitive bundle of nerves with a grin.

Tonight was going to be spectacular~

[my-naughty-writings-and-musings]

Transformers ROTB

NSFW Reader x Mirage

Just saw ROTB and Mirage changed my brain chemistry so I had to get this down ASAP while writing many other pieces of smut I hope to post soon. Please let me know what you think <3

Mirage got you back for all your teasing the second he pulled into the garage and transformed, his engine roaring in pent up frustration as he settled you on one arm and slammed the door behind him with the other. Having expected and looked forward to such rough handling, you happily allowed yourself to be hefted upwards to face your partner, his hands cupping you possesively as his optics met your eyes. The fiery need in their depths sent an echo of desire through your entire body before he pulled you in for a desperate kiss.

Moaning into your mouth, the speedster slipped a hand behind your head to hold you close as he fumbled across the garage to his berth, which was so difficult in his current state he ended up bumping his shins multiple times along the way. Each audible thump came with a hissed curse that made you snicker, but he persevered until he finally met the edge of the padded metal slab and more or less collapsed onto it. You were still in such a giggly mood you couldn't help chuckling when he muttered a euphoric "finally" as if arriving at an oasis in a desert. 

Settling you down beneath him, Mirage got the two of you on the same page with a sudden rush of kisses down your jawline, his dentae brushing the sensitive skin before he buried his helm in the crook of your neck. You arched at the touch and moaned softly for more, which he provided in the form of an unexpected bite, his tiny canines using just enough force to leave a subtle mark claiming ownership. Crying out and grabbing hold of him for support, you shivered as his warm glossa dulled the mild sting with slow swirls. Experience told you he was savoring the taste just as much as he was providing comfort. 

"Take your pants off, I've got plans." he said suddenly, lips just beside your ear. Complying with a soft sound of wanting, you wiggled out of your bottoms in a manner most would have called desperate rather than sexy. Big blue optics watched your every move with hungry intensity, and when he beheld you naked from the waist down his engine rumbled forcefully enough to rattle the berth. Throwing away your clothes without a care, you found him sliding a hand up your shirt without warning, and obediently leaned into the touch as he purred out further instructions. "Might as well toss everything you don't want me accidentally ripping to pieces."

"You'd owe me." you replied teasingly, sticking out your tongue as you rolled your top over your head. Mirage huffed with enough force to rustle the messy spread of blankets.

"You're kidding, right?!" he replied with indignant disbelief, looking all the more frustrated when you smiled innocently whilst unlatching your bra. Pretending not to be briefly subdued by the sight of your tits, the speedster continued his mock rant, recalling how the last twenty or so minutes had been nothing but you riling him up while he was helpless in his altmode. "The way you were fiddling with my gear shift in traffic? You're lucky I didn't pop my panel on that off-ramp!"

"Just a little extra motivation." you teased sweetly, tossing your last bit of clothing to the floor below.

Your incorrigible boldness briefly left him speechless. Shaking his helm with a chuckle, Mirage moved quickly to pin you to the berth below, gentle but commandingly firm as he made it clear he planned on getting even. Having expected as much, you had to bite your lip to restrain a smile, so eager for a heated pounding you could already feel yourself getting wet. Your own wanting turned to desperation when he loomed over you and cast your naked body completely in his shadow. Voice a full octave lower than usual, the mech loudly opened his modesty plating just before he rumbled out a warning. "Oh, I'm motivated alright." 

Lips met again in a passionate kiss, but this time he went straight for what he wanted, hands taking hold of either side of your body to slide downwards and savor every detail along the way. Whimpering when your breasts were teased with only a quick circling of his thumbs, you eagerly parted your legs to grant him access, looking down just as he grabbed hold of his erect spike to mass shift it to the appropriate size. Practice had allowed you to stretch sufficiently enough that he only needed to reduce his girth by a fraction of what had initially been required, and as soon as he felt himself reach the proper measurement he brought his hips to yours.

A small sound passed his lips as his tip met the heat of your entrance, and you watched his brows arch at the pleasure while his jaw went slack, helm rolling back as he finally got to push inside. Biting your lip at the stretch, you welcomed him with a moan, wrapping your legs around his hips to assure him you were ready for more. The unique array of ridges and nodes along his spike delighted you every inch of the way. Sheathing himself in one long, smooth stroke, the speedster took a moment to savor the feeling he'd been so desperate for, as overwhelmed by your tight heat as he'd been the first time. 

Instinct and experience got his hips moving, and you welcomed the first withdrawal and thrust with an appropriately excited cry, the feeling of his massive frame over your tiny human body making it all the better. Mirage growled as he finally got a hold of himself, hands splaying on the berth as he started to rock his hips and go to town just like he'd fantasized the entire way home. Tits bouncing with every thrust, you went from moaning to crying out when he activated his vibrator mods, the tiny nodes lighting up without warning to buzz against all of your sweet spots. Your wide eyes caught a smug smirk of revenge on his lips before he lost himself to a moan of his own.

Pulling him close and grinding your hips against him, you grabbed hold of his chest and held on for dear life as Mirage began to ride you for real, his vents releasing hot puffs of steam with every pound of his hips as his frame grew heated from the exertion. Making the berth rattle near to the point of threatening collapse, the speedster lost control completely in his haze of desire. Hunching over you to be as close as possible, he scooped an arm behind your back to heft you as the beginning of an orgasm coiled in your lower body, hammering right into your sweet spot as his engine roared out in exhilaration. You rewarded his creativity with a cry of his name just the way he liked it.

"Mirage!" you moaned showily, able to feel him approaching his own overload as yours built exponentially quickly. Hearing his name made the mech shudder and briefly lose control of his powers, the scene around you wobbling as his cloaking abilities surged and warped everything you could see until he wrestled back his willpower. 

"Aw shit, babe, I'm gonna..." he trailed off to bare his dentae and moan, but you knew exactly what he meant. The length of his spike throbbed inside of you, and just like that you were pushed over the edge, a rush of warmth and ecstasy crashing over your heated body as you clamped around him in a series of powerful throbs. Feeling you clench as if milking him did the poor mech in without delay. Optics briefly snapping open in surprise, he clamped them shut as his own overload hit with an accompanying surge of his EM field, blue sparks of electricity jumping over his armor as he came in an explosive burst of overdue release. The combination of his hot ropes gushing into you and your walls clamping down on his spike reduced you both to moaning wrecks unable to do much more than cling to the other.

When you felt the surge pass and the excess transfluid dribble onto the berth, you collapsed into a sweaty heap on the padding below, ribs rapidly rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. Mirage had enough experience to roll to the side once the afterglow reduced him to a purring kitten of a bot, his lips curled into a very pleased smile as he settled down beside you and vented the heat from his exercise. The mess wouldn't have occurred to you even if you'd been able to feel your legs.

"Wooo boy..." the mech sighed after what couldn't have been more than a minute or two. You opened your eyes just as he pulled you up the berth to face him, sliding over the bundle of bedding until your gaze met your lover's and found him looking very pleased with himself. Chuckling at the boundless ego, you scootched closer to snuggle him and fully enjoy yourself, more than a little smug at how easily this had all gone to plan. It was almost unfair how little you had to try to make him pound your brain out.

"Better?" you cooed, cupping his chin the way he liked. Mirage leaned into the touch and laid so you faced one another, far more relaxed now that his charge had been burned off. 

"Ain't nothing better than you, gorgeous." he confirmed, letting you nuzzle into his neck as he held you close and playfully stroked your hair. The softness mixed with his sass compelled you to relax as well, your naked body pressing into his to savor the touch of his warm mesh in the bliss of the afterglow. Dating a mech like Mirage was never easy, but it was certainly always worth it.

[samposillies]

i had a half baked theory in my head but i didn't know how to describe it so have the pertinent info. in meme format instead.

the head of the laurel wreath galaxy was named aurelius, likely after the roman emperor marcus aurelius. 'veritas' is the name of the roman goddess of truth and ratio's 5th and 6th eidolons are in latin, so it's possible he's from a roman-inspired region (although his design also has greek aspects).

amphoreus having an achievement called 'philosopher king' also might be hinting at a connection to the laurel wreath galaxy since that was aurelius' title. so i'm not saying ratio doesn't have ties to amphoreus, it's just that there might be more to the story

[telesodalite]

I love the idea that, whenever a Cybertronian space-faring vessel lands or docks within a predominantly non-Cybertronian space station or port, that it's required that they either confirm or deny whether their vessel is sentient or not before being permitted to land.

1. For proper accommodation and clarification, along with the chance for communication between the vessel and crews working the station/port.

2. Because there has been... incidents... incidents that have led to the requirement of the above reasons.

[imagine-your-nonhuman-fo]

I do love the idea of nonhuman f/os (particularly alien ones) taking an almost scientific curiosity in their human partner and tend to examine them poking and prodding and asking "what's this do?" or "how does that feel?"

[airegieus]

[visceraloves]

Does my love for robot characters come from the tourette's or possible autism...we may never know

[the-lark-ascending69]

android!Robin has several technical problems, the most important ones having to do with her memory card, battery and motor skills.

Androids are supposed to have perfect photographic memory, but Robin's memory is poor even by human standards. She tends to forget where she left her keys, what she was going to do when walking into a room, etc. She forgets her schedule all the time, as well as Nancy's, and can't remember a recipe to save her life. Dustin and Suzie say it's a problem with the connections needed to access her memory card, rather than with the memory card itself. It's fixeable, but extremely difficult and expensive. Robin wants to get this fixed and she's working hard to pay for it - she doesn't want to be an inconvenience. Nancy will support her decision, but she really isn't bothered by Robin's poor memory. She just hopes she's doing it for herself and not to make herself "easier to handle" for other people (she's been told that's what her worth was based on her entire life).

She's only had one memory card her entire life (as far as she knows). Nancy's greatest fear is Robin hitting her head and it breaking. One could potentially take out the memory card and delete it or install a new one - that is Robin's greatest fear.

At one point, her connections get so bad there will be days in which she can't remember Nancy at all, or what her own name is. She'll act almost like a normal android those days - following orders, not speaking unless necessary, not expressing emotion unless instructed to, etc, though her poor motor skills, battery problems and bad memory will make it difficult. It freaks Nancy out every time, and she always tries to get her to snap out of it as if she were human, before accepting that love can't solve this problem, and calling Dustin and Suzie to fix it. She'll pay any price if it means having her Robin back.

Robin lets herself be turned off without complaint, without even the terrified shudder Nancy used to feel when she forcibly did it during their first weeks together. Robin's docile obedience as she let Nancy do this to her, and the way her body went limp in Nancy's arms, never failed to bring Nancy to tears.

It would take days for Dustin and Suzie to fix some of Robin's problems. This one took between one and two weeks. Longest it ever got was 16 days. During that time, Robin would lay lifeless on their workshop's table, her battery sitting somewhere else to prevent her from turning on automatically. Dustin insisted that he and his lady (as he called Suzie) worked best when their kingdom (their workshop) was untouched by foreign hands, so Nancy wasn't always welcome to visit Robin in that state. Nancy was relentless, though, and she usually managed to convince him to let her in for a few minutes. He thinks it's pointless - it's not like Robin can feel her there. She can't even dream. It doesn't change anything. In fact, he worries Nancy will be more disturbed than comforted, because Robin's entire skull, neck and spine will be exposed - only it's not bones and flesh inside, but metal and plastic circuits, plates, chips, wires and pistons. He's careful to at least put her face back in place when Nancy visits. He expects her to be taken aback by the sight, but instead, Nancy's eyes are full of so much worry and care and adoration as she observes Robin's lifeless body. She doesn't dare touch her - she doesn't want to hurt her. But she misses her so deeply.

When it's all finished, Nancy takes her back home with the utmost care and tucks her into bed. She waits by her side until she turns back on, and softly talks to her, asks her how she's feeling, brings her some water and asks her questions, to see if she's back to normal. Because it's all recorded in her memory card, Robin can remember everything - can remember the time she spent not knowing who she is, thought she can't remember if she was self-aware during those episodes. Whenever she wakes up, she's just happy to see Nancy, and wants hugs and cuddles from her, but she begins to cry out of fear as she tries to remember the details of not being. Nancy holds her every time, asks her if she wants to watch cartoons or if she wants her to read a book for her, to keep her from spiraling. She hates seeing Robin look so small and scared, but she also knows she's not scared of anything Nancy can protect her from. The horrors haunting her come from her own mind and her own nature.

(Dustin and Suzie make a copy of Robin's memory card and give it to her, just in case).

Dustin and Suzie take care of any fixes Robin needs. They're much nicer than any other technician at the previous repair shops she's been to. The most usual fixes have to do with weakness and stiffness in her knees and hips, especially on her right leg (it got broken pretty badly during a beating by her last owner - Billy Hargrove. He wanted to make her unable to walk. The person his father sold her to next did a poor job fixing her). These fixes are usually quite simple and take very little time. She will refuse to see them, though, until she reaches her breaking point when she struggles to stand up, or when she suddenly falls to the ground. It always worries Nancy to death - she's terrified of Robin hitting herself and suffering even more damage. It always takes some convincing for Nancy to get her in her car and on their way to Dustin's workshop. Sometimes, the fix will be so simple they don't even need to turn her off. Nancy holds her hand during these.

The third big problem is her battery. Thankfully, her battery is detachable and easily replaceable. They only had a mayor issue with it once, and they had to order a new one. Robin's model is rare enough that it took over a week to get there. During that time, they installed solar pannels in the balcony and Robin had to be connected to them with long, thick cables that stretched all around the apartment. It was more amusing than anything else, having to step around the cables and make sure none of them got accidentally disconnected. Cloudy days made her pretty much useless and had her lying in bed watching cartoons all day. She was completely turned off after sunset and she was up by sunrise. Needless to say, she couldn't leave the apartment for the week and had to call in sick to work.

Good thing was, though, that the new battery worked much better than the previous one. It lasted much longer. Nancy had only seen her this excited a few other times. The way she kicked her bedroom door down with a wide smile on her face as she yelled at her to come to the kitchen just made Nancy smile with adoration. Robin showed her the box in her hands - she was shaking with excitement - and asked Nancy to help her install it. She turned herself off and Nancy did the rest - disconnected cables, take out old battery, install new one. When she turned Robin back on, she was more full of life and energy than she'd ever seen her be. Free from her cables, she immediately grabbed Nancy's hands and dragged her outside - the sun was shining and she wanted to run around in the park, to roll on the grass and count the cloud and photosynthesize with a good book in her hand. To Nancy, she looked like a puppy, or a happy little bird just released from its cage. She could never say no to her, they would spend the entire day outside if Robin wanted to.

[jovieinramshackle]

I think the biggest reason I'm so drawn to Connor is because I get him. From being socially awkward to struggling with understanding your own human emotions. Sometimes I kind of feel empty, I don't eat, I don't sleep, I don't think, I don't consider right and wrong— I just exist, like a machine (this is why I relate to I Am Machine by Three Days Grace). A machine that sometimes gets a plethora of human emotions and tries to make sense of them, as confusing as it is.

Idk, it's weird, but his deviant route just means a lot to me.

[sultrycometz]

Arm Blaster (Starscream/OC)

(Art by knnwa_01/Divider by inklore)

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!

Word Count: 300 +

Juniper finds interest in Starscream’s weapon.

Starscream gazed down at his human with a hot, blue blush streaked across his silver faceplate. He was scandalized, watching her naked, pale body glisten below the moonlight. Juniper humped the weapon of his arm, moaning and tossing her head back to the sky above. She was careful to avoid the dangerous bits, moving her body in a way that fit so nicely on his blaster.

His spark thrummed while his spike twitched behind his interface panel. Steam threatened to roll out from his mouthpiece as he vented, growing hot and bothered himself. 

“You’re…really into this sort of thing, aren’t you?”

Juniper’s green eyes flickered back on him.

“No, I’m simply…appreciating what you have.”

Starscream blushed harder, his wings fluttering. There was something extremely erotic about watching his lover lose herself by grinding on such a dangerous weapon, on such a dangerous cybertronian.

His arm blaster was warm but spiky, glowing crimson as she pressed her slickness to it. Starscream could feel it, sense the wetness of her soft, little valve.

“Ah, y…yes, well, don’t hurt yourself-”

Just then, Juniper’s body tensed. She froze for a nanosec before gasping and crying out his name, her body shuddering as more fluids poured forth from her cunt.

Starscream’s optics expanded. At first, he was bashful. However, after noticing her own reddened face, he began to grin.

“My dear, did you just overload?”

Still trapped in her daze of bliss, Juniper shook her head.

“Um. N…No.”

Starscream chuckled, regaining his confidence and leaning forward. 

“There is no need to lie to me anymore, Juni. I’m aware of my abilities to entice your natural urges.”

He lowered his voice, just to where she liked it.

“And I must say…that I do value your appreciation, Little Mouse.” 

He witnessed her shiver, prompting his grin to strengthen. Slowly, he stretched out his other servo and rubbed her spine with the dull side of his claw.

“Praise me, my pet, and I’ll praise you in return.”

[rowanmutt-afterdark]

Kinktober Day 5: Breeding | TFA Optimus Prime

Kinktober Day 5: Breeding

TFA Optimus Prime X Human Female Reader

When you talked about trying something new, you had not expected this. Or the fact he jumped right into it.

The bed below the two of you shakes as he thrusts hard into you as he enjoys the feeling of your walls fluttering and pulling his spike in deeper as his mass displaced form had his way with you. He huffs and moans, you feel amazing to him as he enjoys the noises you make. The cries and begging for him to fuck you harder into the bed below. You keen as he tilts your head back to kiss your cheek and chin, grinding into your ass as he leans most of himself over you.

His body blankets over your form, his hips roll and buck into your own as you start to teeter towards another orgasam. He chuckles in your ear as you shudder and cry out for him, his servo grabs your ass and kneads at the fat of your ass as he feels his own overload building. You both talked earlier about your kinks, the main one being breeding. You wanted to be bred so badly.

His lips nibble along your neck and kisses the soft skin there along your neck. He chuckles as you hump back against his hips as he shifts to start thrusting faster into you as he gets closer and closer to his end. He grunts as you pulse around him, a hand on your hip pulls you closer and arch your back. Helping you into a partial doggy pose as he feels his spike pulse.

"That's it, that's a good girl. Take it all." He says just before spurting his release into you. His moan fills the room as he humps against you as each spurts fills you up so full to the point it starts to trickle out. He pulls away, and watches as it drips out of you.

"Good girl~" He purrs with a light smack to your ass, he watches it jiggle before he grabs at your ass cheeks and spreads them open to watch the cum drip from you. He chuckles, smiling at the sight.

"Don't worry, there's more where that cane from. We both agreed on several rounds. So don't fret, I'll fill you up nice and full~"

(Sorry its so short, I struggled with this day so bad for some reason)

[my-naughty-writings-and-musings]

Continuing to work through my writing slump, have some saucy Earthspark Bumblebee x Reader headcanons as I do so! Let me know what bot to write for next and please like/reblog!

1. He's either a flustered wreck or the one turning you into a flustered wreck, there is no in-between.

When he's on the receiving end you'll find it only takes a little bit of dirty talk to have him blushing and stuttering, and if you hop on top he'll melt into a purring pile of bot for you to do with as you please, happily allowing you to take the lead. Gentle, teasing touches have a similar effect, and if you sneak a few in public it won't be long before he's doing everything he can to get the two of you somewhere private. Thick walls will be a must since he cannot keep quiet when you get him riled up. Expect lots of needy moans, and plenty of mewls, whimpers, and literal purring once he's taken care of. Snuggles will also be a must, ideally with a fair amount of petting on your part.

When he's the one doing the teasing, however, things are very different. He'll use his size to his advantage, effortlessly maneuvering you as if your tiny organic body is weightless in his grasp, making a point to show off how big and powerful he is by comparison. While doing so he'll flirt relentlessly, alternating between praising all your features he loves most and teasing you for getting so hot and bothered. His definition of "private" is also much looser, so don't be surprised if he settles for ducking down an alley or hiding behind a grove of trees if the two of you are out in the woods. He'll be just as loud, but you'll hear a lot more growling than groaning. Cuddles will still be mandatory in the afterglow, but he'll be the one doing all the petting.

2. He loves it when you grab his horns. They're only a bit more sensitive than the rest of him, but there's just something about having you holding on that really does it for him, especially if he's eating you out. It doesn't hurt that doing so typically puts the two of you at eye level, and if you meet his optics and squeeze at just the right moment you might get him to overload hands free.

3. He's a bit of a light sleeper, but he's quite ready to have some midnight fun if you happen to wake with him, which you probably will. His considerable size makes him rather hard to ignore as a bedmate. However, he's notably more open with his affections while sleepy, so you'll be woken by a cuddle happy bot who offers to make up for waking you with lots of oral. Few can say no to a midnight face ride from the Scout.