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 suffocating. He traced a claw along their thigh, the screech of metal on metal echoing like a warning. With brutal efficiency, he forced you apart, pressing his hips against them, teasing the valve with cruel precision. His claws plunged deep, relentless as a hurricane, drawing gasps from you’s vents. Then, abruptly, he withdrew, wiping the evidence away, leaving a hollow ache in their core. He leaned in, voice a growl in the dim light, savoring the desperation in you’s gaze.