Transformers Autobots Characters Fully Committing To It Now (NSFW DRABBLES?)
A whole weekâseven nightsâof nothing but them pressing you into the berth, their frame caging yours, their voice thick and hungry as they push deep, again and again.
Every night, you start off with some strengthâbut by the end, youâre melting, your body wrecked, your voice nothing but soft, breathless whimpers as they fill you over and over until you canât hold any more.
And the worst part?
You love it.
The characters are written down below are,, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Jazz, Ironhide, Sideswipe, Crosshairs, Drift, Hound and Hotrod.
Optimus tells himself he should pace itâbut the moment heâs buried deep inside you, the moment he feels you clench so sweetly around him, his restraint snaps.
Every night, he ruins you.
His thrusts are deep, deliberate, his servos pinning your hips as he watches your expression twist with pure, blissful exhaustion.
By the third night, your body practically melts into his, too spent to do anything but take what he gives. And Primus, that just makes him want to keep going.
âYou asked for this,â he growls, voice dark, lips tracing your heated skin. âNow, take it.â
Bee started off teasingâbut by night four, itâs no longer a game.
He worships you, his servos gripping tight, his engine revving as he loses himself in the way your body takes him so perfectly.
Every night, you end up a whimpering mess beneath him, your body trembling, unable to move, too wrecked to do anything but let him fill you up again.
And frag, that only makes him want to keep going.
âYouâre so fragging good for me,â he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. âYou still got another round in you, sweets?â
Ratchet knew this was a bad ideaâhe knew you wouldnât last the full week.
But Primus, you insisted.
Now, youâre spent, your frame wrecked, your voice no longer begging for more, but begging for a breakâ
His movements are slow, deliberate, his spark pulsing wildly as he watches you tremble beneath him, taking everything he gives you.
âYou wanted this, love,â he rumbles, voice thick with possession. âSo now, youâll take it.â
Jazz thought heâd be the one to tap out first.
By the sixth night, youâre melting beneath him, your body weak, your voice a soft, breathless whimper as he fills you up again and again.
âToo much, babe?â he teases, his smirk dark as he rolls his hips just right, making your whole frame shudder.
But the second you let out a broken moanâ
He told you a whole week would be too much.
Now, youâre spent, your frame trembling, your voice a breathless whimper as he presses into you again, filling you completely.
He should stop. He should.
But frag, youâre so soft beneath him, so weak from taking him night after nightâ
And Primus, that only makes him want to keep going.
âYou said a week,â he growls, voice dark as he thrusts deep. âSo Iâm gonna give you one.â his servos slide between the crevice behind her knees as he fold her nicely.
folding her knees to touch her shoulder plates as his hips snapped towards her valve.
Sideswipe laughed when you first suggested it.
A whole week? There was no way youâd last that long.
Now, youâre melting under him, too wrecked to do anything but cling to his frame, letting him take what he needs.
âAw, babe,â he chuckles, voice thick with hunger. âYouâre so fragging wrecked, huh?â
And the second you let out a weak little whimperâ
Oh, heâs not stopping now.
Crosshairs shouldâve known this would happen.
By the fourth night, youâre already spent, your frame trembling beneath him, your voice breathless as he fills you up again.
âYouâre so fragginâ soft now,â he murmurs, his servo sliding over your trembling frame. âPractically meltinâ for me.â
And frag, if that doesnât make him want to wreck you all over again.
Drift had been gentleâat first.
But by night three, something inside him snaps.
Youâre so soft beneath him, so pliant, your body trembling as you take everything he gives youâ
And Primus, he needs more.
âYou will endure,â he murmurs, voice thick with reverence, his movements slow but deep.
Each thrust send her though pleasure after pleasure, her whines make him increase each gentle thrust into more needy and hard ones, just by hearing her needy sounds made Drift himself snap.
But he shouldn't, not if they both have all week to continue on
Hound knew youâd be wrecked before the week was up.
But frag, did you look good like this.
Soft. Weak. Too spent to do anything but let him press you down, keeping you full all fragginâ night.
And the way you melt for him?
âYou wanted this, sugar,â he rumbles, pressing a slow, deep thrust into you. âSo now, youâre gonna take it.â
His large size makes her feel many things at once, the tight squeeze he feels when he would grind back in makes him full on shudder.
Hot Rod thought he was the one in control.
Because now, youâre so wrecked, so weak beneath him, your body trembling, your voice a soft, breathless whimperâ
And frag, he needs to fill you up again.
He should stop. He should.
But with you this soft, this wrecked, he just canât help but press a slow, deep thrust into you again.
â⊠Just one more,â he mutters, knowing damn well it wonât be.
And frag, do you let him.
notes - ahhh.. I suck at drawing transformers bots..
