Hello are requests still open? ^^ and if they are could i ask for a g1 scrapper smut x human fem?
18+ ficlet, minors dni. hello hello!! it’s been a looooong ol’ while since i’ve watched G1, so my memory of scrapper is a lil patchy. because of that, this’ll come as a drabble/ficlet <3 i hope you like it anyway!! :’)
Lying on your front, with one leg cocked up and your arms wrapped around a pillow, you're still working to get yourself to fall asleep. It's one of those nights where no matter what you try, you just can't seem to drift off. Your eyes are closed, and you're trying your best to keep your mind blank, but thoughts keep popping in.
You can tell that Scrapper's joined you by the rustling of the covers, the dip in the mattress as he slides into bed next to you. For a Contructicon, he moves awfully quietly. He never takes up a lot of space, doesn't demand any unnecessary attention from any room that he's in. He just wants to get there, get the job done, and go to rest. This philosophy of his is integrated into every corner of his life, including the time he spends with you.
"Long day?" You mumble, sliding your leg to readjust your position.
"You could say that," he mutters as he slings an arm strut over your back to embrace in a loose cuddle. "Megatron working us hard, just the usual."
"Lucky you're the best in the business," you reply.
"Nonsense," he says, clearer than his previous mutter. He shuffles over, ducking his helm to tuck it in the crook of your neck. You hum in response, shifting your head to give him better access. He presses his masked face up against it, nuzzling affectionately in his version of a kiss.
"Sorry I've not been around as much," he speaks. "The workload should decrease soon."
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine," you answer, still keeping your eyes closed, "Just make sure that you get enough rest, okay?"
"But I do worry about you," he responds, ignoring the latter half of your sentence. He slides his servo down the valley of your back, right down the dip in your spine to make you shudder. He carries on until he meets the swell of your ass, splaying his servo out to take a handful. "I worry about who takes care of you when I'm not around."
Your eyes crack open as you let out a light sigh through your nose, "I take care of myself, thank you very much."
"Not as well as I take care of you, though. Isn't that right?" He says against your neck, groping your ass as he speaks. A heavier sigh leaves you, and you can't help grinding back against his servo. God, what talented servos he has. Not just for designing, or for building. But for giving you mind-blowing pleasure, too.
"I don't think anyone could take that achievement from you," you hush back.
"Yeah," he burrs as he slips his servo down, rubbing along the slit between your legs through your shorts. "I know."
A closed-mouthed moan rumbles at the back of your throat, pushing your ass up just a tiny bit to allow him more leverage in petting you.
"How a bit of reverse cowgirl tonight?" He asks against you, "Since I've had such a long day and all."
"Oh, how very persuasive of you," you jest. "Keep stroking me like that and I'm sure you'll convince me."
"How could I refuse?" He says back, his servo dipping lower to reach down for your clit. The friction of the fabric makes your hips roll, and you can already start to feel the base of your underwear grow wet.
"Come on, little one," he goads, slipping his digits under the seat of your panties to tug on them, trying to shimmy them off your body.
You let him rid you of it, leaving you in just your vest top. He slips the flimsy material off your ankles before he grabs onto your hip, trying to urge you into the position he wants.
You move as he lies down on his back. It might be a bit of a challenge to take him without much prep, but you'll make do. You swing your leg over his hip, facing away from him so that he gets a perfect view of your ass and cunt.
Grabbing onto his spike, you hover over it before rubbing the tip over your hole to slicken him. He moans behind you, resting his helm on the plush pillows as your pussy starts to swallow him.
"Yeah, sit that pretty ass down on me," Scrapper coos as your cunt takes more of him in. His eyes are glued to it, especially the way you're leant forward to give him a real good view. You moan as you furl your fingers into the bunched up bedding between his thigh struts.
Fully seated, you don't dawdle there for long. You bounce, up and down, up and down. The flesh of your ass jiggles perfectly in Scrapper's vision, making him let out a tinny moan.
You exhale heavily as your head drops down, trying to pour your focus into fucking yourself on his spike. His servos settle on your hips, giving you that extra support.
You could spend a lifetime riding him, and you'd never get bored of it.
And you'll make sure tonight that your overworked, tired mech gets as much TLC as he needs.
