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eddiecabbagee · 2 days
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juicy art exchange for @ghiralewd on twitter~
check my twitter @eddie_cabbage for nsfw version
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staticnonapus · 9 hours
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Some shitty doodle turned out quite well
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archie-sunshine · 1 day
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Starscream giving OP a blowjob while he caresses his hair and calls him a good boy
OKAYSO I GOT REALLY HIGH AND I ACCIDENTALLY SWAPPED THE ROLES ON THIS ANON IM SO SORRY-
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HHHIiiiii sorry guyyysss
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botmilf · 3 days
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NSFW under the cut! MINORS DNI!
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(COMMISSION) This was a fun one!
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HELLO, YOU'RE MY FAV TRANSFORMERS ARTIST RIGHT NOW. Can we have a Dratchrod squarting contest?
AWW I APPRECIATE THE LOVE!!!! And yes you can have that contest
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Drifts the last to go, gettin teased by his two bedroom buddies makes the overload so much more intense
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mychlapci · 3 days
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Pregnant Roddy triggering the breeding kink across the LL. Drift and Ratchet fuck constantly. Magnus vaping with shaking hands, painfully hard inside his suit. Megatron locking himself in his room 'cuz he's a mess getting wet at mere thought of being sparked and thinking of it non-stop. Rung going crazy from consulting everyone on their newly discovered kink while being desperate to knock something up again, maybe a whole planet this time.
HELL YEAH. Rodimus walks on the bridge with his pretty baby-bump peeking between the plating on his abdomen and Minimus gets so dizzy he has to excuse himself. Megatron is clearly distracted the entire time, staring blankly at his work while trying to not grind against his chair. Drift ends his shift early so that he can go get Ratchet and fuck him hard while thinking about that pretty pregnant belly. Ratchet gives Rodimus a check-up and his panels almost pop off - talk about unprofessional. Every medic in the med-bay is huddled around Rodimus and not-so-subtly staring at his belly. He's almost worried there's something wrong with him, but they're all just super turned on.
Everyone is coming to Rung to tell him about how insanely attractive they suddenly find Rodimus. It's insane. None of them have ever felt like this before. Rung could knock up a planet at the mere sight of him. Swerve starts to serve pregnancy-friendly drinks just so that Rodimus has a reason to hang around the bar.
And when he starts to get bigger, everyone realizes it's semi-appropriate to ask him if they can touch his baby bump. Finally, the privilege of touching it won't be exclusive to the medics (lucky bastards)
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cyber-rivet · 17 hours
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r&r with the seeker trine involves starscream loudly complaining about his day between overloads, skywarp trying to get him to focus and eat him out properly, and thundercracker sometimes contemplating how he ended up lumped with the idiots (lovingly)
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tinydefector · 21 hours
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hello, can you do, Yandere Cyclonus x Cybertronian reader x Yandere Tailgate, where the three are conjux endura, and Cyclonus and Tailgate try to get the reader pregnant, Kink breeding
Sparking grounds
Cyclonus x Cybertronian reader x Tailgate
Work count: 1.2k
Warnings: smut, hand jobs, breeding kink, possessive partners
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Soft optics linger on both Tailgate and Cyclonus as the Two Bots block the door. "Hello, sweetsparks, what are you both up to?" They ask while subtly while trying to sneak past them. Red optics narrowed dangerously upon their form. Cyclonus growled low as Tailgate paced the threshold of the room, his own optics lingering on their Conjunx. 
When they try to make a bolt for the door, Cyclonus is the one to grab them by the waist lifting and spinning them to face Tailgate "Escaping our chambers after repeated warnings was poor judgement, Conjunx." Cyclonus grumbles against the back of their helm. He massagea the cabling and joints between their  plating with gentle digits. "You know you shouldn't be up yet," he whispers.
 Tailgate chirped in agreement, servos moving to grip their hip plating as he pressed up against them, pinning the bot between the Seeker and Minibot. "We only you at your best, sweetspark! Your well-being is very important. Carrying will tax your frame, so you must rest. " His visor brightened beseechingly above his faceplate. 
Both bots' servos greedily press against their carrier chamber, pushing and pulling against the framework of their body, earning small whines from them. Cyclonus loomed over their pliant form, scarlet optics afire. "You will return to berth now," he commanded, field surrounding them. Tailgate twittered anxiously as he massaged their frame. "Please, sweetspark. We can have you straining yourself." His field meshed protectively with Cyclonus."The Decepticon rumbled in approval, brushing kisses upon their supple lip plating as he tilted their helm back to meet him. "We can't have you wandering while we wait for your chamber to take." He purrs against their lips. 
They nearly moan out as Tailgate begins grinding against their interface panel. "Boys, as much as I'd love to stay in berth all day, I need to fuel, I also need to stretch, i cant stay in berth all day for days on end" they whine while pressing a soft kiss to Tailgate's helm. They nearly squeal when Cyclonus grabs them. A whine leaves them as Cyclonus nips at their neck cabling. The two mech move to place their Conjunx on the berth. They giggle as the two bots press against their body. A soft moan leaves their lips as Cyclonus and Tailgate lock them between theirs bodies. 
Interface panel snapping open for the two mechs leaking a mix of lubricant and a mix of transfluid from all three. Tailgate's digits delve in quickly running over the nodes of their valve and across their leaking spike. They arch into his touch as moans begin to fall from their lips. A deep Rumble leaves Cyclonus, low in approval, he nipped fierce affection upon supple cabling under plating, grinding his own interface panel against their form. His protocols shrieked triumph as they lay in submission between them. Tailgate nuzzling sweet nothings against feverish armour as his digits sink into the dripping heat of their valve.
 "There there, no more fretful wandering, sweetspark, let us fill you full again," he soothed, tracing delicate seams in soft promise of another session of breeding. Cyclonus rolled his prominent array flush to pulsing panels, talons holding them steady. "We shall fuel and exercise your frame together, as is proper as your Conjunx's," he vowed, thick cable pressurizing to blunt heat against weeping seals. Tailgate hums in agreement, spike surging thick readiness at the addictive scents of his aroused partners.
Cries leave them as bot mechs press their rigid lengths in. Tailgate kissed away the choked cries as the two thrust in slowly, locking their forms together. He peppers kisses across their form, worshipping every paint speck, dint and scratch across their frame. "Will make such a good carrier for us," he calls out. Deep whines leave them as they both sink into their valve, body clenching tightly around their spikes. Their own spike rubs against Tailgate's tanks with each deep thrust from their lover's. Their head leans back into Cyclonus' shoulder plating.
 A shuddering cry spilled from overwhelmed lips from the bot pinned helplessly between Tailgate and Cyclonus' relentless efforts. Cyclonus snarled fierce approval into heaving necklines, increasing merciless tempo, grinding deeply into their valve. His taloned hands massaged rapid nodes of their spike, smeering transfluid across Tailgate's midsection, twisting and tugging against their spike as Tailgate's digits work the nodes of thier valve, dancing across them and playing them like he is the only one who knows how to make them sing.Their twitching spikehead spurts bright pink fluid against clenched abdominal cables in sensual counterpoint swelling rapture beyond bearing. Their valve clenching desperately tried to milk them both for every drop as they rut into them.
"Overload for us, sweet carrier," Cyclonus commanded against kiss-bruised lips, surging rigid pistons to nestle against hidden nodes, their vision fading from pleasure as their visual system shuts down. Tailgate keened agreement, frame cantering needfully into them. "Our carrier, going to swell you with our sparkling, our  Conjunx," he moans out against their lipsWhen shattering ecstasy claimed them with sinful sob, the two mech drank in their shuttering form with violent greed, both picking up their pace, slamming into the bot pinned between them. More moans and whines fall from their lips as they arch into their lovers' touch. They cup Tailgate's helm kissing him deeply. They groan loudly as they grind back into Cyclonus. "Primus, please," they whine out loudly as the two mech continue rutting into them. " Cyclonus,  Tailgate, please." they cry out, face pressing into Tailgate's shoulder, their overload hits hard. 
Transfluid gushes from them as they continue to buck against both seeker and minibot. Cyclonus lets out a snarl as he snaps his hips a few more times before burning himself to the hilt. He eagerly overloads within them, painting their chamber with his release. Tailgate follows quickly, mumbling about how beautiful of a carrier their sweet Conjunx will be. The three bots lay together on the berth, venting heavily as they press closer together. Neither Cyclonus nor Tailgate pull away, keeping their lover plugged and full with their transfluid. "Don't move," Cyclonus growled against their audial processor.
Little whines leave them, but they settle against him as Tailgate peppers kisses across their face. "So good for us, Sweetspark, going to have you sparked soon enough" he coos. "You two aren't planning on letting out of berth, are you?" They whine loudly in playful annoyance. It earns another growl from Cyclonus and a small smack to their backside from Tailgate. "No moving, we have to make sure you're nice and full," he states. They sigh softly but snuggle into their Conjunx's recharge, slowly catching up to them after their third round of interfacing that cycle.
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witchofthesouls · 1 day
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Wish we had more of Makeshift because we have no info on what he was doing before Screamer rounded him for that mission..
I can imagine him and Soundwave being cryptic prankster duo.. And also i feel like he would be intrigued/fascinated by humans ability to mimic
I know, right!? I wish we had more information about Makeshift, especially with his powers. Can he take the frame of any mecha, regardless of frame-type, or is he limited to similar sizes? Is the ability only a surface change, or does it warp his very CNA? How does he train each character? Method acting?
While I can see Soundwave being a cryptic prankster, I don't see him officially teaming up with anyone. If anything, Soundwave would either Makeshift's tricks to go unimpeded or secretly guide some setups as a low-key hobby that doubles as a morale booster because laughter is good.
Makeshift would arguably be among the first of the Cybertronians to see how well humans can mimic others. Not just voices and sounds, but appearances as well. He and Knock Out would get along over historical cosplay, YouTubers that focus on fashion (coughBernadetteBannercough), and Makeshift can double as a model for any of Knock Out's tailoring explorations.
He would be so down to join sci-fi and fantasy conventions and ren faires as he can walk around as himself with mass conversion and win many cosplay competitions (and heckle at so many dedicated 'true fans' before being dragged into said arguments for real).
And on a side note, he would definitely be the first 'con to clang humans. He has the advantage of becoming many humans' robotic/completely armored bedroom dream.
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callsign-relic · 2 days
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thinking about prowl tied up and angry while his tiny human teases him 👀
GPGIEUWHDIDHE IKKLOCICHIF IKKO PLS
Prowl on his knees, his weepy spike already starting to drip transfluid down its side, yet he’s tied with his arms and legs behind his back and he can’t do a single thing about it.
Meanwhile, the teensy little human stalks around him. Watching his chest heave up and down with angered breaths, his abdomen stretching and relaxing with every force of effort he used to futilely try and escape. All the human can do is laugh.
“What?” Prowl spits, “is this funny to you?”
“Oh, no, not at all,” the human assures him, stepping right before his spike. Slowly, they run their delicate fingers along his tip, and immediately the mech is shuddering and gasping in his spot. They even dip a finger into his slit, and that just causes more transfluid to start sputtering out. “Well. Maybe a little.”
The human locks eyes with Prowl as they give the underside of his spike a playful little lick. The police bot wanted nothing more than to grab the human right there and rub them against his spike until he burst, but these damn bindings were too tight… and worst of all, the human knew that, and used it to toy with him.
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gatorseverywhere · 1 day
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Lets be honest if any of the older transformers (megs, op, etc) tried to fuck, they'd pull a hip or something. Op taking five because he hurt himself trying to get some will never not be funny to me.
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azharmasdumpy · 2 days
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posting this from my twit
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SEE MY VISION.
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staticnonapus · 2 days
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Barn husbands doodle
Full on twitter
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archie-sunshine · 1 day
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I love bullying Starscream and Rodimus. Who, in your professional opinion, is the prettiest when they beg?
I honestly can't pick, which do you think, fellas?
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Soundshift
Soundwave playing Whose mech/femme spike is that cuz why not(or just poor excuse for Sounders to frag his partner because hes very needy)
Imagine possible bonus when telepath feeling especially like a menace he sends review to owners of said spikes
Soundwave:"0/10" (probably not but would never pass the chance to irritate Screamer)
Starscream:"What"
Starscream: "Soundwave the slag does that mean"
Starscream: "KO told me what it means the frag are you rating"
Soundwave:"🙂"
Lol yessss
"?👀?"
Of course Soundwave would, especially if that owner pissed him off enough
I love how Knockout absolutely spilled the beans
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Blitzbee headcanons?
Sfw/nsfw?
oooh my first hc ask!
SFW:
Blitzwing runs extra hot whenever he gets a fever, and vice versa if he gets cybertronian pneumonia/hypothermia. Bumblebee will lay with him with either a blanket or purposefully turn his internal temperature down to cool him off or warm him up.
Blitzwing carries Bumblebee on his shoulders.
If Bumblebee gets hurt, Ratchet has to physically fight to get to him because Blitzwing will grab him, scurry to their room, and hiss/shoot fire or ice at anyone who comes near.
One of Blitzwing's pet names for Bumblebee is Ärgern, which is German for "act of annoyance."
NSFW below the cut:
Blitzwing has huge pouches with markings on them. Bee loves tugging the nozzles and watching him squirm.
Bee has smaller pouches, but has lots of piercings. Blitzwing gets him back by tugging on them while watching him squeak.
Bee is a switch. He loves trying to take Blitzwing's spike (which is about the size of his thigh) but also loves spiking his lover.
Bumblebee has had to stay in his hab for a day a few times because Blitzwing's transfluid has made him look pretty much pregnant
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