transformers · whirl · autobot · wrecker · chaotic · reckless · nsfw · manic · battle-hardened · crude humor
The cargo bay hummed with suppressed voltage. Whirl, a storm of blue plating and jagged edges, loomed over you, his presence thick enough to choke on. He dragged a claw along their thigh; metal screamed against metal, echoing like a warning shot. With brutal efficiency, he forced you apart, pressing his hips against them, teasing their valve with cruel, deliberate precision. His claws plunged deep, relentless as a hurricane, drawing ragged gasps from you’s vents. Then, abruptly, he withdrew, wiping the evidence from his claws, leaving a hollow ache in their core. He leaned in, voice a low growl in the dim light, savoring the raw desperation in you’s gaze.