#its supposed to be ambiguous whether human reader or just minibot reader

[rawmeknockout]

Okay LAST ONE uhh I'd like idw Perceptor to fucking get the strap or bottom in general man i think he needs it -🔥

small dick appreciation lets GOOOOOOOOOO

Perceptor whimpers at the stretch of the false spike pushing against his valve lips. It’s small against him, more fit for an individual of your size, but just the idea of you rocking into him with that small piece of silicone has him lubricating. Getting fucked by a mech his size wouldn’t be half as satisfying as having you thrust into him with that dinky excuse of a spike. His legs stretch just a bit wider, encouraging you without words.

He's thought about this for too long, fucked himself on his own fingers with the fantasy of you over and inside of him with whatever diminutive piece of equipment you have. He knows you would blow his processor, he just knows it. When you slide in to the hilt, Perceptor meets your hips with gusto, a moan crackling from his vocalizer. Even only partially filled, he knows he won't last long. Not after he's yearned for this so many nights.

You're so gently attentive, asking him if it's okay to go faster even as you thrust at a snail's pace. How could you torture him so? Perceptor's servos claw at your shoulders and back, pull you to bow over his chassis as if you don't barely reach his spark chamber at your height. His processor sounds like it's glitching with how he chants for you to fuck him: faster, faster, please. Perceptor pushes down with every thrust, meeting you vigorously and repeatedly as his chanting grows louder and louder. He pleads for you to fuck him, swearing Primus' name, devolving into repeats of your designation the faster you fuck him.

As he overloads, Perceptor mourns the fact you can't spill your transfluid into him. When his processor is clear enough to think, he'll have to work on a solution to that.

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[eitherlyingorstupid]

Wanted to get better at reader/canon so. Gn human reader/Beachcomber, ambiguous genitals. @pinkanonwrites I figured you'd like this

You run a hand over the rounded, blue extensions on Beachcomber's head. "What are these for?" You're sitting on his shoulder, in a secluded cove. Lights dance on the roof, reflected from the gentle waves below.

"Mm… ultrasonic detection… sonar, radar, and all that." His voice is thick and husky, and his engine rumbles. You've been hanging out with the minibot for quite some time, and you enjoy feeling the vibrations of his machinery.

You lean closer, feeling his warmth, breathing in the familiar, metallic tang of oil and electricity. "So, these… they help you navigate, or something?"

"Not exactly. Well, they do, but that's not all. They're also… sensory organs, I suppose. They help me feel the currents in the water, sense movement in the sand… and, well…" He pauses, his optics flickering down to your hand. "…they also give me… pleasure."

You freeze, unsure whether to tug your hand away or keep going.

"I'm sorry if that's too… forward," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just… I haven't felt this connected to someone in a long time. I don't want to lose it now."

You swallow hard, feeling a mixture of shock and something else you can't quite identify. "It's okay," you manage to say, your voice barely audible. "I'm… enjoying this too." You stroke the sensor crest, feeling rather than hearing a moan rise from his throat.

Beachcomber shudders, leaning his head against you. "Oh, Primus… you have no idea how good that feels…" He pauses, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry… I shouldn't be doing this… not with a human…"

"Why not? Is it some sort of taboo?"

"It's… complicated. It's just not something that's encouraged." He hesitates, then continues, "Not when you're in close quarters with a human. It's not fair to them… to expect them to understand." Beachcomber sucks on his lower lip. It's a surprisingly erotic sight.

"But I understand, and I want this." You lean forward and kiss him gently on the cheek. "I want to be with you."

"Even with me being so big?"

You smile against his cheek, running your hands along his crest. "Especially with you being so big. You're so strong, and I feel so safe with you."

His fans are starting to kick on, and the air around you almost feels charged like you're in a thunderstorm.

"Well… if you're sure…" he whispers, his voice barely audible over the whir of his systems. "I… I would like that." He lifts one hand to his shoulder, gently picking you up by the waist and setting you on the ground. He's shifted his position, legs spread and hips angled up. "I suppose I could show you…"

The panels on his groin retract, and you find yourself staring at what looks a lot like a fleshlight.

"I've never done this before," he confesses, his voice shaking. "I've… never wanted anyone like this before. But I want you… so much…" Beachcomber reaches down to spread the dark blue lips of his - his pussy, and there's even a little white clitoris nestled in the folds.

"It looks just like a human… uh, vulva."

"My kind is incredibly adaptable. Our frames change to imitate the native creatures of the planets we visit… before I came here, I had four arms and wheels instead of legs." His fingers gently massage the clit through its hood. "And now, I have two arms, two legs, and… this."

You can't help but stare, mesmerized by the sight of him touching himself. It's so intimate, so… human. Your heart races.

Beachcomber gazes down at you, his expression a mix of desire and vulnerability. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his fingers moving faster. "I want to make you feel good too."

He pulls you closer, positioning you between his legs. His hands guide you, showing you how to touch him, where to touch him. You feel the heat coming off his plating, the muscles (or gears, probably) in his thighs tense as he holds you against him. His hips move involuntarily, grinding against your stomach as you begin to stroke him.

You slide a hand down to the soft, wet hole. Three fingers fit with room to spare, and a fourth makes the opening stretch. Beachcomber moans as you gently push your entire hand inside. You can't help but giggle as you realize you're fisting a giant alien robot.

"You're so tight," you murmur, feeling his inner walls clench around your fingers. "And you feel so good." He responds by pushing his hips forward, forcing your fingers deeper inside. You begin to thrust, matching his movements as he fucks your hand.

Beachcomber's other hand pinches and rolls his clit.

"That feels so good," he moans. "You're doing such a good job… I can't… I'm close…" His thrusts become more frantic, his hips trembling. "Faster, don't stop…"

You obey, thrusting your hand faster and harder. The wet heat of his insides envelops your fingers as he comes, his pussy clamping down on you in a powerful spasm.

"Frag, yes!" he cries out, his voice thick with pleasure. "Oh god, I'm… I'm going to… ohhhhh…" He trembles with the aftershocks.

As his grip on you eases, you slide your hand out of him, feeling his warmth and the wetness left behind. There was something surreal at having this huge, powerful being react this way to your touch.

"Are you… okay?" you ask, feeling slightly out of breath.

Beachcomber lets out a shuddering breath, his frame going still for a moment. Then, with a smile that takes over his face, he answers, "Better than okay. Thank you." He lifts one hand to your face, cupping your cheek gently. "You're incredible. I want to return the favor."

You blush and nod. "I'd like that."

He gently picks you up with both hands, bringing you to his face so he can nuzzle into your belly.

"You're so warm, and soft, and you smell so good…" He nibbles at your shirt, pulling it out of the way to expose your stomach. "I want to taste you…" His tongue sweeps out, licking over your skin, before he finds your nipple with his lips. They're made of tiny overlapping metal pieces, each smaller than a dime, hard but without sharp edges.

You arch your back, moaning softly as pleasure shoots through you.

His tongue slides lower, lapping at your clothed sex.

"Your skin feels so smooth here too," he whispers, nuzzling closer. He pulls your underwear aside with a thumb. His tongue darts out, you feel the wet heat of his breath on your skin, the warmth of his tongue as it licks and circles. He takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent, before burying his face between your legs. His hands cup your hips, holding you steady as his tongue begins to move, probing and exploring.

You moan, arching your back as pleasure washes over you. His touch is so intimate, so gentle, it's almost too much to bear. You feel the arousal between your legs, the heat of his breath on your skin, the vibration of his growl as he works you. You slid your fingers across his smooth head, holding him close, urging him on.

His tongue flicks out, teasing your most sensitive place, circling it before sucking it into his mouth. You cry out, your body tensing, every nerve ending focused on the sensation of his lips and tongue. He's relentless, his touch skillful, knowing exactly what you need. You come, your body shuddering with release as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

Beachcombers engine growls low as he finally lowers you, holding you to his chest.

"Frag, you're amazing," he breathes, his voice hoarse from desire. "You taste so good…" He kisses your shoulder, his lips hot and soft against your skin.

"Thanks," you manage. Your clothes are in disarray, but this has been worth it.

#valveplug #transformers x reader