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Imagine you're a human in the transformers universe and you're on tinder and you come across a profile where the picture is just a car so you're like wow this guy must really love his car

But you open up the full profile and it's like '6,000,000/M Autobot, Cadillac, 12'7" hmu for a smooth ride 😉🚗'. This would be one of the many hazards and/or benefits of coexistence.

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transformer one kitties

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Oh- Hi...!

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Btw if you use ai chat bots you’re a fucking loser idc

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Damn my bad….

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Transformers Energy fluid AU

Request are open

Original taste au is by @callsign-relic

There's alot of stuff over transformers loving the taste of humans, from the sweat of their skin and arousal and this got me thing and I went down a rabbit hole of transformers transfluid taste like Energy drinks. And humans can't get enough of it,

Imagine you're going down on your favourite bot and getting a mouthful, and instead of it tasting God awful, you're just there like. 'Why does that taste like monster Mango loco?' The bots don't really take much notice to it until they realise their partner seems alot more interested in oral with them.

And on that thought, imagine both sides of it, humans tasting amazing to Cybertronians and vice versa.

With that out of the way I present to you my chart of what I believe different bots taste like.

Bulkhead: monster ultra paradise

Megatron: monster Zero Ultra

Rodimus: Ultra peachy keen

Ironhide: monster mule (ginger brew)

Ratchet: Mother Original

Ultra Magnus: monster Zero sugar

Tailgate: monster punch mango loco

Cyclonus: mother Lava guava

Drift, Rung: monster Ultra Gold

Optimus prime, Breakdown: Blue V

Starscream: monster Juiced Khaotic

Pharma: monster Juiced Monarch

Bumblebee: Mother Passion

Prowl: monster Juiced Pipeline punch

Knockout: monster ultra strawberry dreams

Whirl: Mother Epic swell

Swerve: V raspberry lemonade

Soundwave: mother original, zero sugar

Shockwave, Tarn: Mother frosty berry

First-aid: V original

Brainstorm: mother Rainbow Sherbee

Skids: red bull

Mirage: Rockstar Jucied El mango

Perceptor: Rockstar Recovery

Red alert: rockstar Refresh summer fruits

Thundercracker, astrotrain: Rockstar Punched

Thunderclash: rockstar original

Getaway: C4 original

Arcee: Mother Razzle berry

Blitzwing: monster ultra violet

Jazz: rockstar Silver Ice

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk and enjoy, use how you wish.

Let me know if you would like to be added to tag list (tagged for every fic)

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*Describing the creature called “Elephant” on Earth during their Skype call*

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Yaaas 🫶👍✌️🫶🤝

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hey chat what do we think abt rumble and frenzy having the "wrong" coloured arrays

like. rumble has a red and black spike and frenzy has a blue and purple one

is this anything. to anyone.

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so embarrassing

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Transformes ONE Spoilers

Sentinel Prime got to cuss in the German Dub, making him more powerful

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I don't care about anything and I kill everything

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stand up & meow like a man

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can I also request for a sixsome of the combaticons and a bot reader,,,, nsfw oneshot too please!!

Additional content: dubious consent, size difference, cum shots, cream pie

The little bot sits there on a crate, looking around nervously at the cons wandering around the warehouse, unhurried and almost bored. Their little spark spins rapidly at the sound of every heavy footfall of the large mechs, keeping their optics trained forward as they curse their captain and that stupid mission. Now they’re stuck here surrounded by the infamous combaticons while not even cuffed because they pose that little of a threat to these hardened criminals. All the cons are speaking in jargon they’re unfamiliar with so they can’t even pry out any useful intel in their terrified state, so even if they get out of this alive it’ll still have all been just a waste of time. Why did their grappling hook have to fail?

The little bot sits there on a crate, looking around nervously at the cons wandering around the warehouse, unhurried and almost bored. Their spark spins rapidly at the sound of every heavy footfall of the large mechs, keeping their optics trained forward as they curse their captain and that stupid mission. Now, they’re stuck here surrounded by the infamous combaticons while not even cuffed because they pose that little of a threat to these hardened criminals. All the cons are speaking in jargon they’re unfamiliar with so that they can’t even pry out any useful intel in their terrified state, and even if they get out of this alive it’ll still have all been just a waste of time. Why did their grappling hook have to fail?

The boss of the operation is a hulking and icy beast of a mech who the others keep calling Onslaught and he seems to be the only one keeping any sense of order among the chaotic party as the ones called Vortex and Blast Off argue with much more talon than necessary. The heaviest, Brawl moves massive crates around, unbothered by the others as he does his job while occasionally checking in with likely the most infamous of them all, Swindle. This is a living nightmare and they feel like they’re just waiting for them all to get bored enough to remember that they’re still there. In the meantime though, everything seems… manageable.

A chill runs up their spinal strut as the sound of metal on metal gets louder and louder behind them before finally stopping. After a long, silent moment, they look up behind them to be met with piercing red optics and the massive form of Onslaught.

“What rank are you?”

“C-cadet…” they answer weakly.

He scoffs and snaps his attention to Swindle, “Told you this one was useless. Take them out with the rest of the cargo, maybe they’re worth something.”

Their optics go wide and they shudder.

Swindle sighs dramatically and wanders over, barring the little bot in between the two massive cons.

“You haven’t even tried to get anything from them…”

The two of them proceed to argue which catches the attention of Blast Off and Vortex who come over to join in the banter, succeeding only in making things increasingly frustrating for Onslaught. Brawl, finished with his work, comes over as well but doesn’t join in, rather, he simply observes the verbal carnage between his associates. As they watch all this happen, they quickly realize their disadvantageous position as their field of vision is filled with Decepticon panels. Warmth floods their lines and they look down, absolutely mortified by their frame’s reaction at such a sight, and quietly curse their roommate for showing them those banned vids… They belatedly notice that everything has gone quiet, getting them to look up only for their optics to go wide as they see all optics on them.

Swindle smirks, “See something you like, cadet?”

They’re certain that they’re practically glowing pink with the energon rushing to their faceplate, “S-sorry…” It’s all they can think to say in the face of a small hoard of Decepticons that have them completely surrounded… with their crotches all in their face.

Onslaught lowers himself, “Maybe you can be some use after all…”

Blast Off runs a digit over their helm curiously, the touch making them shiver.

“W-what do you mean?” they stutter out, trying to stay calm.

“How about…” Swindle taps their intake, “you put that cute little frame to work for us?”

They look up at him, screaming internally at how close he is, scared out of their mind, “What do you want me to do…?” As they meet his optics, they send a silent prayer to Primus that they won’t ask them to infiltrate an Autobot base for them or bait their comrades here or…

The sound of a minor transformation sequence whirrs behind them and they look up to find Onslaught’s spike out there in the open, the biolights along it pulsing eagerly. Their mouth falls open in shock only for them to snap their helm back up to attention as a chorus of panels moving away erupts around them, and before they know it, they’re surrounded by massive spikes in a situation that feels crazier than even their wildest fantasies. For a bit, they just sit there, stunned as they struggle to process exactly what’s going on and who exactly decided that this would be a good idea. Then, the head of a spike presses impatiently against their cheek and they instinctively bat it away, turning to object only for it to be pressed to their open mouth instead. It’s heavy and warm against their mouth, making them shiver, and there’s an oily scent to it that has their intake producing more oral lubricant than normal as a hazy warmth forms in their frame.

It’s too easy to give in to this, they chastise themself even as they grip the large spike, stroking it as they lick at it hungrily. Another spike nudges into their other hand, desperate to be attended to and they oblige, quickly falling to the whims of these horny Decepticons. A large hand pulls their helm from the spike and back onto the crate before the head of yet another spike is pushed into their mouth as they continue to stroke the other two spikes, forcing a moan from them at the feeling of being used. Skilled fingers rub at their panels, urging them open before finding their node and playing with it with practiced touches, sending pulse after pulse of charge through them as they feel the spikes in their hands and mouth twitch. Digits slip into their already wet valve, touching them more experimentally, curiously rather than to pleasure them as though they really are just something fascinating to play with. The thought of that makes them move their hands desperately as their jaw aches from sucking on the spike head in their mouth reverently.

Lubricant drips from their valve as the spikes in their hands twitch in a way they think is almost… cute, and they continue on harder, faster with their touches like petting over-eager cyber foxes. Their hands stop and squeeze down hard as a moan is ripped from their intake as a spike pushes at their entrance, nuzzling into them slowly as their frame adjusts to allow a spike that’s bigger than any other they’ve ever taken before. Squirming, they try to regain themself only for strong hands to pin down their hips, keeping them still so that they can be filled to bursting with con spike, and with their fogged-up processor, they don’t think they could be happier. Regaining just the tiniest bit of sense, they get back to working the spikes in their hands and mouth in time with the lazy thrusts stretching their greedy valve, not caring enough right now to feel embarrassed at how easy it was for their frame to accept such a spike.

They don’t know how long it’s been nor do they care, surrounded by throbbing spikes all eager for their attention as they roll their hips into the thrusts from whoever it is, they don’t care, it all feels too good. The thrusts get faster and faster, rocking their entire frame and they try to match the pace with their touches and glossa. Warm transfluid fills their valve suddenly, dragging a needy cry from them muffled by the spike they’re still suckling. They keen weakly as the spike in their valve is drawn out slowly followed by a soft gush of transfluid that has them shivering and needy; they need to be filled again. Seeming to sense this, another spike fills them, their only indication that this is someone else is from the sheer feel of the spike, slimmer and longer so that it hits deeper into their valve and drags out more slowly.

At this point, they’re fully out of control, their frame being used as the cons see fit until another load of transfluid is dumped into their valve as ropes of the hot, sticky liquid coat their frame. They moan and try to swallow as much as they can as Onslaught unloads in their mouth but it’s too much, leaving the rest to spill over their face and neck. They lay there completely spent, covered in transfluid without a single thought in their head, if they did, they might feel a bit ashamed at the leering looks over them from the cons they just pleasured. The warehouse is several degrees hotter now with all of their frames giving off so much heat that a light steam has formed in the air around them all driving all of their fans into overdrive just to cool off.

Onslaught scoops up their limp frame, glancing over to Swindle, “I guess this one has a use after all…”

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