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starop fragging where optimus is curled over starscream's entire body, so big that you can't even see starscream's body beneath optimus' massive frame except for his fluttering wingtips poking out. that's it, that's the post.

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I know everyone likes Starscream as the carrier but consider for a moment:

Skyfire being insistent he carry their sparkling because he knows it'd be a teeny tiny pregnancy. It'll be no problem for him to do it at all. He is a shuttle after all and is used to carrying Cybertronians anyway. He doesn't want Starscream to hurt himself by carrying. Maybe it's even a special point of pride for Shuttles to be carriers since they are so well suited to it.

The whole time, Starscream is all, "you see that huge, beautiful Shuttle? I, Starscream, sparked that!" And doing that male pigeon walk where they puff out their chest and strut around all happy. A very proud and smug sire.

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jazz gets 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 (someone save prowl)

jazzprowl meme animatic that i made in two days wowowow

Original audio: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-sMQpWCNTQw&list=PLaGwmFYUw7X98fHTZbYmQsa0uCVdY_A79&index=87

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skystar

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Happy birthday @wk17

This is my present for my dearest GF, bunch of sparklings (not canon in "The Deal")

Since in "The Deal" babymecha are not canon (sorry), she asked my an exeption as her present <3! And here we are with some StarOp and SkyStar sparklings: Atalanta Pax and Windirider! Also, GF build an entire headcanon only for them, feel free to make question, we are ready to answer XD!!!

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fics where optimus calls ratchet “dear/dearest” >>>>>>>>>

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I’m a big fan of the Humans Are Space Cats agenda, so it gets me thinking what kind of cat stuff human friends of cybertronians would do.

When cats will hide behind a corner or in a box or something, then jump out at you when you walk by. I do that with people sometimes, I’d absolutely do it with space robots.

Or how cats feel the need to be all up in your business when you’re working on something, potentially including laying on whatever you’re focusing your attention on.

Sometimes I feel sleepy all day, then feel like running around at top speeds/crying because I’m hungry in the middle of the night.

Humans are big time loungers, more than we consciously acknowledge sometimes, we just be laying on stuff, or crawling on stuff to sit and lay on it. I can see many individuals not just climbing up their robot friends to hang out, but also maybe places they weren’t supposed to be if they ever ended up on a spaceship or cybertron.

On the surface it’s just a cute idea that these highly advanced aliens would see us how we see cats, but we’re actually really just less fluffy cats with higher awareness. It’s really funny to think deeply about it because there’s so many similarities.

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حi this ran again I hope you are well I just want a simple request, can you draw Yan Optimus tfp? Can I take it as my pfp?And I'll definitely mark it as yours and thank you bye (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)!

I'm happy to hear that you're enthusiastic to looking forward for my art ^_^! and yes you can use it as pfp with credits 💙🤍 optimus is requested quite alot so why not lol, yan optimus would be sweet and conflicted at the same time.. yes the humans are allies to his team, yet he happens to just.. want your presence more in particular. He'd never harm you, but will follow you im his alt mode when you had to go back to your own place silently.

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Oohh, speaking of Cybertronain pheromone sensors…

Imagine your lover absolutely entranced by your scent. The faintest whiff and they’re already sick with want, clambering to press themselves deep into the crook of your neck. Barely-restrained digits crinkle at the back of your shirt like you’re their only tether to reality, shameless groans and gasps spilling from their vocalizer as they nuzzle into you. Their lips weave a trail of warm, sloppy kisses and murmured declarations against your skin— never-ending ‘I need you’’s in a trembling timbre.

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if you’re cold, they’re cold. put your transformers figure between your boobs 🫵

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Jetfire's sexual fantasy lol

Based on this image of malewife Starscream ;3

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Yay Starop eggpreg!! I love it.

I think Starscream would absolutely be obsessed with the tangible changes he’s done to Optimus. He’s constantly running his hands over his stomach and gently rubbing it to soothe Optimus. He uses it as a pillow for hours when they lay down together, talking about names for their bitties and what they might look like. Starscream finally opens up and starts absolutely showering Optimus with affection at all hours of the day. And if something is threatening his conjunx and their babies, trust it will be dealt with swiftly.

Ough I just love them sm.

wahhhhhh this is so adorable!! starscream being super cuddly when optimus gets pregnant is the sweetest thing. he's definitely got his servos all over optimus' hips, his thighs, and especially his tummy, feeling all those little bitties in there

the thought of them cuddling, starscream's head on optimus' belly, as they talk about baby names is just... 😭😭😭 /pos

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Thermodynamic equilibrium

Skyfire x reader, nsfw/ valveplug

Aka where skyfire fucks you hard and lovingly, because I need him carnally. Please excuse any editing mistakes, Tumblr is annoying with those.

🔞 Minors DNI or I'll steal your kneecaps 🔞

Inspired by @transformers-spike and @revelboo' s works, hope y'all don't mind the tags!

Skyfire leans over you, caging your body sprawled on the cushions, spike plunging deep.

One of his servos grasps your hips and belly closer to him, adding extra pressure right over the bulge he makes each time he presses in. His other arm serves as elbow prop to keep from putting all his weight over you, while his servos on that arm hold your chin tipped up, one digit teasing inside your mouth and you're all too compliant in sucking it through your moans.

It's a flimsy balance. Pressure keeps building in his struts with the need to go harder, deeper, to claim you thoroughly as he would another cybertronian. But care sets him back, fear of ever harming such a delicate frame. For more delightfully pliant it may be, he'd never forgive himself for harming you. Even if it's increasingly hard to maintain the line.Especially when those lovely sounds keep beckoning him, your pleading tone laced with arousal.

“yes, don't stop, sky!”

Your voice makes him swell with affection and burn with lust, reflecting in the way his engine whines higher, vents blowing hot and sputtered. Primal groans he's never made before spill out of his intake, you're intoxicating.

His thrusts never falter, maintaining a steady rhythm that carefully increases, shifts to adapt to your changes, the pitch of your voice, the way you shudder and curse at a particularly good angle shift.

“F-fuck, there!”

He's happy to oblige, lowering calculated weight over you, pining your body closer to him, adjusting so his chassis doesn't prod uncomfortably. The change seems to be effective as you lean up to him, an incomprehensible whine escaping your soft lips, and the sound goes right through him.

The new position doesn't affect only you it seems, he can feel you closer as your muscles tense and ripple with each of his thrusts, the soft velvety surface a sensation he can never tire of. He can feel you winding, meeting his thrusts with renewed energy. Close.

"You're doing so good sweetspark, this ok?"

He earns a moan in return, having forgotten his digit still inside your intake. He makes to remove it and you follow it, a gentle bite on the joint sending a pleasant jolt to him. He shivers minutely in turn, the change makes him miscalculate his next thrust, too strong- he realizes a nanoklik too late.

But before he can sputter an apology you're tightening around him with a spasm, the feeling so delightful you loosen your bite with a whine.

"More! please sky, please!"

"Didn't I hurt you?"

"Please!"

He obliges, trusting your judgement, quickening his pace to a fast and deep plunge. Your moans increase exponentially and flood his processor with pleasure.

He's close, must last longer.

But then your tiny arm snakes up to grasp his audial and he loses it.

A staticky groan rips out of his vocalizer along with a full body shudder.

"Frag-!"

Is all he can utter as warning before he feels the overflowing charge and his interface sensors overload, triggering his transfluid tank.

That also overflows, unsurprisingly.

Concern flashes him mid pleasure, the servo supporting your pelvis twitching as he tries to massage the increasing bulge there. The moan you let out in turn is melodic in the most carnal sense.

The delightful pressure around his sputtering spike increases tenfold as you meet your peak, sending new jolts of electric bliss.He's half aware of you still grasping his helm, the cushions, legs stretching with each thrust and trembling in your overload.

Primus forgive him, your valve is divine. The way it ripples around him, pulsing hot as he feels your own fluids join his own, changing the dielectric currents.It triggers a second overload, one which surprises you both as you gasp in unison.

The renewed burst of transfluid is considerably smaller, his tanks not fully replenished. Yet, Skyfire can feel the extra excess drip and spurt out from where you're joined, slipping on his legs and your thoroughly wet valve, aft and thighs.. such an utter mess, he distantly notes.

Though by your moans it seems you're not harmed, at least. He continues massaging your belly and softly thrusting until you both calm down and the only remaining sound is his vents and your breathing. You're laid down carefully into the cushions, no wonder very spent.

He murmurs your name as he spoons your back, nudging your head fibers with his nasal vent, enjoying the soft. Your scent is salted and musky, It brings him an odd feeling of accomplishment and possessiveness. He presses closer and you only acknowledge him with a groan, shifting to nuzzle him back.

"Are you alright?" He asks, voice muffled in your hair.

"Wonderful" a minute shudder punctuates your speech.

He rumbles, content.

“We should get you cleaned up”

He carefully pulls out, feeling the remaining transfluid dripping out. Ignoring that, you immediately roll over and wrap your arms around his neck.

"Stay... please?"

"I'm not leaving, dear” he shifts, half sitting half leaning on an elbow, his optics glow warm.

You shakily try to sit after him but he stops you with a gentle hand to your forearm, in the second it takes you to look up his thumb caresses the skin.

“We'll cuddle after” he reassures with one of his smiles, the ones so full of love you can't resist.

"Definitely" you reply, he leans closer and steals a kiss, leaning away before you can reach him with your arms again.

He unsubspaces his cleaning cloths, already damp with 'organic friendly cleanser' as he'd dubbed it.He waits for your nod before gently dabbing it onto your skin, cleaning the rough excess. A second towel takes care of the remaining, and a third clean one, scented suspiciously like your clothes softener, is the final touch. He proceeds to quickly clean his armor with a single bigger cloth, polishing skipped, before gathering you to him.

"Thank you" you murmur to him, not wasting time in reaching for a kiss.

He keeps it chaste despite your prodding tongue. Upon breaking, he can't help the small nib of your earlobe, the soft skin there alluring to him.You both exchange small kisses and questionably chaste gestures until tiredness and sleep catches up to you. Skyfire gathers your sleeping frame close, now on top of his, and unsubspaces your favorite blanket to drape over you both.

He falls into recharge easily, grounded by the steady rhythm of your organic heart resting right above his spark chamber.

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surely the smokestacks are some sort of erogenous zone

uncensored on bluesky

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Sketch of a thing I'll probably never finish.

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An F-15C receives fuel from a KC-135 over South Korean airspace.