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Getting bullied by bulge :3 (Comm for boringkeith on bsky)

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need that kind of morning sex where the other person just needs to use my body so all I need to do is lay there still half asleep and in total bliss from being used like a fleshlight for their morning wood

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i'd never even considered the insecticons but your writing for them is so good it changed my mind 😭

Honestly same before someone kept asking for them. Though, to be fair, I did already like Tarantulas and Waspinator

I’ll try to update TFA Optimus, TFP Ratchet, and start Rung today . Maybe Ironhide and Trailbreaker

You (Don’t) Know Me Pt 3

Insecticons x Reader

• Dragging you toward the nest of soft things they’d been scavenging and stealing, Kickback can’t stop his broken singing. Trying to soothe your fear as you struggle to pull free from his mandibles. Letting you go only long enough to transform and mass shift, but you seize the chance to scramble away on your hands and knees making him lunge after you. Catching your wrist and dragging you back to where he’s crouched as you cry out. His sharp servos cutting your soft arm without meaning to. Growling in distress, he hooks his arm around you and sits. Drags you to him as that ever present hunger stirs at the coppery scent of blood.

• Thrashing against his grip, you cry out as he pulls your bleeding arm to his mouth and a long glossa slides wetly against the shallow cut to make you shudder. Remembering the other one’s mocking words, fear chokes you when his mouth opens and you get a glimpse of those sharp denta. He’s singing again as his mouth presses to the cut. “Please,” you whimper, tensing for the feel of those denta sinking into you. And then contrary to the fear and every survival instinct you possess, you relax in his grip. Body heating as you just go boneless, head laying against him.

• Glossa sliding against you, he vents sharply. Realizing their pheromones work on you as you stop struggling and relax into his frame. Submitting to him as he cleans the wound. Lifting his head, he catches your chin and tips it up. Studying those hooded eyes and the way your lips part. And he can scent your heat. Primus, you’re going to be such a good queen for them. A good carrier. Pressing his mouth against your throat, he hooks his servos carefully in your top covering, shredding the material as you make a soft noise before turning his attention to removing the rest of your coverings to reveal soft, fragile skin.

• Something’s wrong with you, the fear muted as your body heats with a needy ache. Legs shifting restlessly and suddenly overheating as you struggle to get the layers off. That glossa sliding up your neck adding to the liquid fire in your veins, feeling oversensitive as you gasp and shift. It’s him. Something he’s doing, but you’re helpless to anything but arch in his grip as your back hits the soft nest under you and he looms over you. His mouth covering yours as he catches your hands, servos interlacing with your fingers to pin them over your head. A thigh sliding between your own to nudge them apart. And whatever he’s doing to you had left you almost mindless with need, whimpering as his glossa steals into your mouth.

• Those lovely sounds you’re making go straight through him as he frees his spike and rocks his hips against your thigh. Singing to you when he shifts down your body, his own injuries a distant ache compared to how bad he hurts to be inside you. To claim you for his hive. As soon as he releases your hands, they’re on his helm. Encouraging him as you tremble instead of pushing him away. “That’s right,” he hisses as you arch, thighs spreading for him. And he slides his glossa against you with a needy groan at the taste of you.

• Head thrown back, your hips buck when his glossa slides teasingly against you before tunneling inside you. And part of you is alarmed by how out of control you are, at the way you buck against his mouth and tug at his helm. All need and desire, rational thought out the window. Gasping and moaning raggedly, you watch upside down as the other two return, arms full of strange glowing cubes as they stare down at you thrashing under the other one’s mouth. “Not that badly hurt, hurt,” one grumbles as he drifts closer. Setting the cubes aside to bend over you. Sharp servos resting against your throat as his mouth covers yours and his glossa steals inside to make you whimper. Hear the third one venting as he puts his own armful down. “Get our queen ready for us, Kickback.”

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Random!Blitzwing vore, but it's actually a glorified cunnilingus. Yes you gotta put this on the internet for everyone to see

Idk what to say. I personally don't do vore, but I know for a fact Blitzwing's random personality is into that (even if he doesn't know what it is) So here. Come get your mush

Inside the mines you were exploring just a minute ago, you shoot Blitzwing an exasperated glare as he brings you to his eye level. The face before you is a horror movie amalgamation of shadow creature and Tumblr Sexyman, razor sharp teeth cocked into a smile. “Can’t you just let me go?” you say, having experienced the same situation for the third time this week. Nothing has been clearly established yet, but considering the many occasions he’s fingerbanged you, you’re sure your fragile human self must mean something to the giant killing machine. Admittedly, judging by the overexcited grin he’s giving you, things are bound to get weird unless his other faces intervene. He tilts his head at you like a hungry tiger observing the mouse he just caught.

“Now why would I do that?” he asks, accent thick and clear. You have to remind yourself it’s because there’s something wrong with his translator, not that he’s a giant robot built by German officials to destroy Detroit and all its inhabitants as payback for the Second World War.

You point at the metal behemoth approaching through the mine’s entrance, far enough for you to look like a spec in Blitzwing’s hand, and you wonder for a moment if it’s safer for Blitzwing to splatter you against the wall or wait until his pal gets his two massive claws on you. In a moment of pure, unperturbed genius, Blitzwing flings you into his mouth like a kid chucking a bubblegum ball.

Whirling in the air doing a full, dizzying 360, you land face first against a squishy metal mass you assume to be his tongue. It’s too dark to see anything, the kind of pitch blackness only present in underground caverns. So, you do the right thing and fish out the flashlight you brought specifically to explore the mine before your giant robot bitch plucked you from the ground. Flicking it on, you realize this could very well be a cave if it wasn’t for the stench of motor oil and exhaustion fluid prying your nostrils open. You wheeze and sputter, burying your nose in your sleeve as your teary eyes try to make sense of the other two paths perpendicular to your own, separated by a huge dark gullet at the center, deeper than the Mariana Trench. It’s then it actually hits you; “Oh shit, I forgot about the other two heads.”

Then the tongue below you starts to squirm like a worm being plucked out of the dirt.

You fall back on your ass and push yourself as far away from that thing as humanly possible, up until your shoulders hit the back of his teeth. There’s a commotion outside, and try as you might, you can’t catch his attention by banging against the inside of his mouth while yelling “GET ME OUT OF HERE I DON’T WANT TO GET PROBED BY YOUR TENTACLE TONGUE!”

The lack of an answer leaves you vulnerable to the apparatus rubbing up against your legs. You snap them shut as hard as you can, but you’ve clearly underestimated its alien determination. With an impressive if not outright criminal prehensility, it slips into your pants. Hentai flashbacks fill your mind with a giant DANGER sign pulsing bright red. You try to kick it away and conceal the arousal, leaving you especially hot in the desert that is his mouth – humiliation growing as your attempts falter and you spread your thighs just a bit to let it slip down to your entrance.

You’re going to tear Blitzwing piece by piece with your bare hands once you get out of here, but for now you can only squeeze your eyes shut and whimper as it enters you over and over again, fully aware of the embarrassing wetness having built up when he first caught you sneaking around the place. You throw your head back and groan, forgoing any form of dignity as you fuck yourself with his tongue, meeting every movement of his with jubilation.

As the noises die down behind you, you drill through your second rock bottom by taking off your pants and underwear. You tuck them under your arms like the world’s saddest security blanket and bite your lip as the tongue drags across your stomach and back to your crotch before slipping back in for just a second…

Before Blitzwing’s mouth opens up and he pulls you out. Dripping with your own fluids, the expression of shock on your face is replaced with one of righteous fury – then shame – then fury again.

“You…” you falter, red in the face, “you fucking degenerate.”

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People on Tumbkr are like Ohhh blood makes me cum I’m #jerkin it Right now to blood and guts and gore . Hey man . That’s awesome. Proud of u

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i suppose it's time to break in the new tag haha

anyway i am Thinking About Them, As Usual

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need a giant to lie down on top of me. while putting all their weight on me. i wouldnt die im more powerful than that. but weighted blankets and layers arent enough for me. i need to be compressed like a jpeg. like a sandwich in a panini press. i want to look up and just see a wall of giant flattening me and i get to take a nap under their chest. id give anything.

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car companies are sending hitmen after me because i figured out that if i fuck the exhaust pipe my car will give birth to a healthy litter of brand new baby cars. and i give them away for free

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watching mash 1970 sure didn't help my surgery kink I'll tell you fucking what

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what are your biggest konks?

bindage

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yesterday's trauma is today's fetish

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for any a you who are into sizey stuff, i have a rec

sone of it's hot, some of it's not, but if you see a copy, snag it! it's a bunch of size-focused short erotica.

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what I found helps is thinking about how much I love reading exactly the same kind of stuff I'm writing! Didn't get shot for reading it, so I won't get shot for writing it (and I'll make myself and everybody else happy!)

googling how to write porn without feeling like theres a sniper trained on my position

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T-two aliens of different species fighting over you and arguing about who gets to lay their eggs in you before realizing there's enough room for both of their clutches

The first alien is soft and gentle as they fill you up cooing and praising you for doing so well as they fill you with 4 to 6 bigger eggs talking about how good your doing with each one you take

The second alien isn't close to soft and gentle they're worked up and annoyed with sharing their new little mate they hush you as they fill you up with a bunch of smaller round eggs a large amount too many to count settling in next to the bigger ones

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I just saw Bulkhead boobs on bluesky and now I'm wondering about being squished between them... thoughts?

or even better. being crushed underneath his tummy... just heavy enough so that the air is pushed out of you and you feel all small under his heavy protomesh belly.

WAITTTT CAUSE I THINK THE BULKHEAD BOOBS WERE BY MY BELOVED FRIEND @mechdyke AHAHSHEHEHEHEE

but OUUGHHHH OH MY GODDD BULK IS SO UNDERUTILIZED FOR CRUSH STUFF AAAAA

I think tfa Bulk would be a bit hesitant to squish a human between his boobs. He wouldn’t want to hurt the lil guy, you know? But if this isn’t a first contact AU lol and the human is all for it, I can just imagine him carefully picking them up and placing them in his cleavage, making sure they’re ready before he squeezes. And once he does, he can’t help but laugh. It was like he was giving them a hug! He gets all giddy over it and spins around meanwhile the human’s trying not to feel sick AHSHDHEH

Meanwhile, for his belly… OUUGHHH MAN his belly. Bulk’s a big guy you know, what are the odds that he notices a human lying down on the sofa at the base before he flops down onto it all exhaustedly. His tummy nice and warm and filled with a good helping of oil, chirping happily as it processes it all down… Bulk heaves a contended little sigh, happy to finally lie down and relax in peace.

But under his heavy gut, the human struggles to even breathe. Wriggling around, trying to worm your way out from underneath him, but the protoform is too heavy. Trying to move and yell for Bulk’s attention, but the big guy’s feeling just a bit sleepy, maybe a nap wouldn’t hurt….

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Remember to eat healthy everyone 🍒🍐🍇🍑🍌