#Rodimus transformers

[cookieclover]

Which silly transformer are you today? :)

(for me it's a pretty consistent mix of 6 and 8)

[voiidhearter]

took a break from rendering and made doodles

please tell me someone understands the vision. like continuity be damned i need someone to understand so that im insane

also wip shot of the piece im working on beloww vvv

i have a lot of things to be working on but yet.

[owly-lumi]

Idk, random post of when people ask me; "who is your favorite Transformers?". And this is the situation in my head 24 hours a day, with Rodimus/HotRod and Knockout fighting for the first place, while Jetfire and Jetstorm from Animated have been dethroned ages ago;

obv not ship lol

[tinydefector]

Hi can you write smut with Rodimus x gn bot reader but make reader come off as feminine (i know you said that you not good with writing female reader), thanks if you do

Painted Sunset

Rodimus x Cybertronian Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: smut, paint play, blowjobs, sex, valveplug.

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they try not to twitch under the tickle of the airbrush. Rodimus had a rather steady hand when it came to painting, they had requested his help with a new paint and colour scheme. So here they stood letting him paint their armour. "Roddy, how's my face?” they ask, optics shut as the speedster continues painting.

Rodimus chuckled lightly at their squirming, deftly adjusting his grip upon plating to provide better access to the area's he's painting.

 His touch remained steady, "Nearly done, sweetspark," he soothed, tilting their helm just to better catch ambient light glancing off the fresh coat. An appreciative whistle broke from his vocoder. "Lookin' scorching hot already! Might have to call Drift in for a second opinion, thinking he'll stall seeing you all colourful?" Rodimus grinned, mischief twinkling  in his optics as his field intertwined with theirs. 

 "Quite the masterpiece if I do say so myself!" He beamed, stepping back proudly. "Now go show off for Drift. betcha 20 shanix he'll blow a gasket out over the new chroma!" He teases, Rodimus himself has to back away so he doesn't ruin the new paint job. 

"Primus, and having the two of you drooling over the new paint, have enough trouble getting you to keep your servos to yourself normally" they laugh softly while looking over the new colours that shimmer off their arms, Having to stop themselves from touching It while it dries.

Rodimus grins, though pride swelled seeing their obvious delight in his craft. He sidled closer once more, field blossoming bright mischief as he trailed digit teasingly along gleaming metal. "Can you blame us for admiring fine art?" he purred, pede nudging playfully between theirs. His chuckle rumbled low and flirtatious, blue optics twinkling naughty promises sure to ruffle plating freshly painted. 

"Besides, with you all bright and flashy, how's a mech gonna keep his servos to himself?" Rodimus hums. "Fine art am I now Roddy, you better keep your servos to yourself or you'll be fixing my finish" they hum teasingly, not touching him but close enough that he can feel the venting breath from them. They are testing him to see if he would break so easily to touch them.

Rodimus' field flared in hungry heat at their coy challenge, He cycled an unsteady ventilation, optics darkening with smouldering intent tracking each shift as they lean back quickly. Rodimus holds back a noise knowing full well how thinned his self-control grew facing such sweet torment.

"Minx," Rodimus purred low in vocalizer roughened by pulsing want. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted his servo as if to caress freshly-painted plating. only to splay broad palm mere inches shy of contact. His strutting smirk lost smugness, "Is this a game you're fit to win, sweetspark?" he rasped, charge pooling heavy between arrays drawn tight against swelling spike. 

If they pushed him further, he would shatter, and Primus help them both in the ravages sure to follow. "And I seem to be winning it already, why do you think I got you to paint me a test Hot rod" they hum while taking a step back waiting to see if he would try to follow, a smirk lingers on their lips, their hips sway slightly as they walk backwards. optics shimmer in mischief. 

Rodimus groaned pathetically as their teasing pedework drew them further from his desperate reach. His optics smouldered like twin supernovas, magnetic field crackling with ragged charge and wanton need. 

Cursed him for the idiot he was - playing into the seducer's hands like the hapless himbo fate made him. ”now thats just evil and you know it” he calls out. They had it out for him, So he did the only thing a fool in love could - thrust out his bottom lip in a playful pout, revving the engine to match the sway of those tempting hipplates calling his very name. 

"Awww, c'mon!" Rodimus whines putting on his best attempt at the sad cat face. "No fair leavin' a mech hangin' after workin' so hard on your paint! At least let me admire the masterpiece up close." He took a step forward, servos outstretched in plea for their frame to be in his servos. 

"And let you have a chance and mess up the stunning work, not a chance lover boy, doubt you could make it look this good if you mess it up" they tease, the light shimmering off the fresh paint. "Roddy don't..." they laugh getting ready to bolt from him if he tried to grab them. 

With a playful growl, he lunged, only to yelp in surprise as his thundering pedefalls met empty air. Whipping around, he spied them laughing form already dancing out of reach. 

"No fair outlier abilities!!" he wailed in protest, revving his engine eagerly despite the cruel tease now dangling just out of reach. 

With a cheeky grin, Rodimus gave chase"C'mere, you shiny rascal!" he hollered, field pulsing playful challenge. "Lemme love on that sexy paint...promise I'll be gentle...maybe...." Laughter follows as the two bots end up on the floor, paint smudging against both Rodimus and the floor as he pulls them into a kiss. Soft purred noises leave them as their servos run along his plating. "Roddy you're gonna ruin my paint if you haven't already" they whine loudly.

 Rodimus tumbled with them both end-over-end in a playful tumble as they kiss each other, hands caressing each other, tugging and pulling, plating clattering musically against the floor. 

"Mmm, worth it!" Rodimus crooned gleefully, His throbbing array stirred anew at the intimacy, swollen against their trembling panel. 

“your a nucence you know that” they shoot back, smeering paint across his chassis. It  only stoked Rodimus' raging desires higher. His field pulsed scorching heat, charge pooling heavy and thick between his grinding panels. 

"Sorry sweetspark - b-but you started it!" Rodimus’ servos caressed feverishly, mapping every sweet line bared only for his intimate study. Oh, how he craved making a proper mess of them. They eagerly kiss him, cupping the back of his helm, digits toying with his Audial fins. Smearing their colours across his Orange and yellow finish. "Worth having to re-paint me and probably yourself" they call out as they press against him, one leg hooking over his hip plating. 

Rodimus moaned helplessly into the ravishing kiss, fields entwining in dazzling feedback loops of molten sensory bliss. Their teasing touches along his audials sent a crackling charge racing down his spinal strut. 

"W-worth it, worth every second of it!" Rodimus coos face pressing into their neck cabling as he nips at it eagerly. His spike pressurised eagerly against his panels, a strangled gasp leaves him. thrust against their welcome form, grinding paint transferring. "J-just gotta touch you, sweetspark!" he gazed down at them eagerly.

"By Solus, make a mess o' me..." Rodimus caressed fresh smudges as if anointing sacred sacrament. "Your own fault pretty bot, making a mess of my paint" they call out leaning back onto the floor. Their optics shimmer and flicker up at him as they lay under him. "Better make it up to me Rodimus" they tease in a flirty tone, interface panel snapping open. 

"Ohh, I'll make it up to you sweetspark - promise!" Rodimus groans against their intake, grinding stained plating with delirious hunger. paint blend together so perfectly and across his own finish. Rodimus lapped ravishing kisses down their trembling frame, tracing each new colour transfer with loving glossa. His thumb teasingly rubbed circles over a still-damp seal, coaxing fresh transfluid to well eager tip.

"Gonna frag you so good," Rodimus crooned in a lovesick vow against the sensitive wires. “ then I'll paint you all over again..." whines leave them as his servos tease the seams of their interface panel. rocking into the touch as his digits tease them open, the their spike pressurises, valve leaking transfluid eagerly in response to his touches. 

His field pulsed adoring heat, optics tracking each delicious bead of fluid beading swollen node and aching valve-lips framed in smeared smears of your mingled hues. 

"Frag, lookit you..." Rodimus rasped, glossa flickering rapturously over straining spike head. His broad thumbs massaged deliciously at damp outer layer of their valve nodes, wringing muffled whimpers from their vocalizer. "Purrin' for me so sweet, so messy..." 

His own dripping spike twitched desperately, valve clenching emptily Rodimus seized swollen spikes in an eager fist, grinding his glossa desperate against their quivering node. They arch up as his mouth wraps around the spike, his Digits delving into their valve. 

desperate and sinful moans, liquid fire shot through Rodimus' circuits. His greedy mouth descended upon a straining spike like a man starved, engines roaring ravenous worship of divine steel filling his intake. His digits worked their slick valve with practised care, scissoring deliciously. 

"P-Primus, sweetspark - y-you taste incredible!" Rodimus praised raggedly around thick mouthful, He feasted like a glutton, valve fluids frothing his chin as his pacing picked up speed, Their valve eagerly clenches his digits, legs spreading wider, their paint was truly ruined at this point, smeared colours mingle on both of them and the floor. 

Rodimus moaned brokenly as their valve gripped his digits tight, the first ripples of overload shivering their eager frame. The sight of their spread thighs and ruined paint have him nearly losing control. Rodimus withdrew fingers from their quivering valve lips, surging upwards to seize swollen node between his lips. His straining spike throbbed desperately, tip already weeping transfluid. 

"Sweetspark-" Rodimus gasped in fervent prayer, optics wide and drinking Thierry ecstasy wracked face as if fuel. He moves quick gripping their hips, he aligned his pulsing spike, slowly sliding into their welcoming Valve. Once the two settle against the floor Rodimus set a punishing pace, 

Two became one beneath their riot of colours. Paint smeared frames in joining, Loud moans leave their lips as his hips meet theirs, the loud slamming of metal echoes in the room, paint smears on both of them. They pull Rodimus into another kiss. Meeting each of his thrust eagerly. "Fuck don't stop roddy don't stop" they moan, face pulling back before pressing into his shoulder plating. Legs wrapping around his hips. 

Rodimus lost himself in the madness gripping them both - their moans, tight embrace is his heaven, Rodimus pounded into them with passion, circuits alight at each slick plunge into their core, metal, silicone and carbon fibre parting in friction-scorched splendour to welcome him ever deeper. 

"Frag, your gorgeous," Rodimus praised raggedly, vents roaring out ecstasy. One final thrust, has Rodimus rutting desperately into them, their digits cling to his back struts keeping him as close as possible as overload takes them both. 

In the aftermath's bliss, Rodimus kissed them softly, both panting out deep ventilations.   Paint-smeared hands caressed away tremors, fields cradling together. They laugh as they lay on the floor under him. Pressing soft kisses to his face. "You messed my paint up" they chuckle while smearing more of it across Rodimus' face. Rodimus' faceplates scrunched adorably beneath their playful servos, nuzzling into them with soft kisses and a rumbling purr. His optics shone brighter as he gazes down at thier radiant smile, spark swelling fit to burst.  

"Worth it," Rodimus sighed blissfully, tracing gentle digits over newly combined hues dappling their gleaming plating. Lowering his helm to theirs, Rodimus vented a contented sigh, field pulsing waves of warmth and affection. "Love seein' wear your colours, sweetspark."  His thumb stroked their smiling cheek, drinking deep the intimacy and aftermath's lingering glow suffusing very wiring. Rodimus stole one final, lingering kiss. "Love you," he whispered, spark overflowing. "Till all paint fades and stars go dark." He hums against their lips. “getting sappy on me Rodimus?” They chuckle softly, cradling his faceplate. “hmm, guess I am” he purrs out softly. 

They lay there together, not caring that their paint was drying on him. “be my conjunx Endura?” he whispers softly running his servos against their face plating. “ your the only one I want, only you” he rumbles out. 

[cozzzynook]

Rodimus losing the battle against his carrier instincts as the minis use it against him. They want to get up to a little mischief, and their other friends probably won't help, so they have to go for their laidback captain who has a soft spot for them that he desperately tries to hide! They use classic manipulation tactics on him, and it's not until after they walk off does Rodimus realize "wait a klik..."

And yet he still finds himself arguing against Ultra Magnus and Megatron with three not-so-guilty minibots hiding behind him.

Whirl is blatantly snickering, Cyclonus and Chromedome are at least trying to hide their amusement. How kind, Rodimus almost can't tell, he just needs to ignore their field.

All the while he's just wondering what his life has come to. At least they got a new minibot onboard who hasn't caused trouble yet, but that's probably because they're heavily traumatized and haven't received help yet because their piece of shit sire left them out- Megatron, stop looking at him like that.

Ooh stop! Because now i’m having thoughts of

- Megatron being like the sire to the sparkling on accident because yeah he’s huge and scary but he took off his helmet so the mini he mistook for a child would feel calm after being so overwhelmed.

- the mini woke up in the medbay and Rodimus wasn’t beside them since he had to take care of the paperwork and get the ship ready for launch.

- the mini has seen Megatron as a sort of sire ever since watching his finials flicker and wave. The mini is so entranced with the finial colors and how they flicker and dim they reach out to try and touch them. And oh boy does that almost make Megatron cry since he’s never let a soul besides his creators touch his helm finials.

- megatron is sitting locked away in his room shaking trying not to cry with the mini swallowed up in his arms, all comfortable when Rodimus finds them and takes an image capture. Or 17.

- Rodimus is the type to let the carriers off with their shenanigans but Megatron does not. Stern, simple punishments that get the point across are given but when it comes to the mini they basically adopt and co-creator, they both just melt since the bitty is so sweet and never does any wrong.

- you can find the bitty looking small in the crook of Megatrons arm or attached to Rodimus’s hip like a sparkling.

- every decepticon knew Megatron had a soft spark for sparklings so it wasn’t a surprise but no one knew Rodimus was a carrier or had a soft spark in general for new sparks.

- drift is extremely shocked the very first time he sees Rodimus being a creator for the mini that didn’t even have a designation!

- Rodimus was so focused on taking care of the mini he didn’t stop to think how odd it must seem to others or that he exposed himself as a carrier.

- Rodimus definitely lives up to his status when they see him easily command ship or do paperwork with the mini laying in his arm recharging while he works with his only free servo.

- Drift is not expecting to see this or Rodimus with a mini on his hip that looks happy to be there! The others minis will literally climb onto Rodimus and sit on his shoulders and he lets them! Rodimus doesn’t mind and they know this but its still so odd for Drift to see his carefree amica be so responsible and do a complete 180 while still being his regular self!

- Tailgate sits on Rodimus lap with the traumatized mini and has the easiest time getting the mini to relax besides Rodimus and Megatron.

- its an observation for Cyclonus but a teasing joke Whirl makes. The traumatized mini looks exactly like a mix of Megatron and Rodimus. They have a spoiler and helm like Rodimus with red optics like Megatron along with Megatrons color plating.

- whirl doesn’t make too many jokes about the mini anymore. Not after he made a particularly poor tasted joke about the mini’s sire trying to offline them and their carrier letting it happen. The crew forgets how violent Rodimus can be and how hard he can hit. Their captain is often so happy go-lucky around them being immature, that they forgot he was one of high command for a reason.

- Whirl is in the medbay for a fee weeks after Rodimus finished with him—when they could successfully pull him off— the mech gives a short apology to the traumatized mini and the medical staff don’t have to worry about Rodimus coming in to finish the job.

-every bot gets a valuable lesson only the oldest bots among the ship were able to witness before the war.

Never mess with a carriers sparkling.

- Rodimus spends days in his hab with the mini right alongside Megatron who takes shorter shifts and spends most of his time with the two. They don’t even notice how close they’ve become while taking care of the mini.

- its not until the mini asks them to name them do they realize they’ve become co-creators.

- panic ensues.

- panic between the two of them. Both physically and verbally.

- their mini creation just sits back and watches it unfold and when they try to say something, the response from Megatron and Rodimus is a simultaneous—

“Not now Nebulas.”

“Nebulas? My designation… is Nebulas?”

They..didn’t plan on that. Don’t even know how they said the same name at the same time or where it came from. Rodimus assumes its their love of freedom that the stars give them and Megatron thinks its the hope spaces endless possibilities grant them.

- in the end they calm down and celebrate their mini’s designation while trying not to blush at each other

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[tzuu-died]

be not afraid ✨☁️

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[vihao]

I think I drew this last year or sth

[sweatytyrantobservation]

What if instead of Transformers it was called Freakformers and instead of killing eachother and having a big ass war the Freakformers would pound eachothers metal asscheeks

[mellliow]

[cookieclover]

For the cat formers may I request HotRod/Rodimus

Kittymus, as requested :> He was actually pretty difficult to make, from the design, to the wing shape, to the colors - as my yellow pain was weirdly thin TT Still, I love this wittle guy

[voiidhearter]

i hate them

[scarlettaagni]

issue #50 got me fucked up

[tinydefector]

Could we get a part two of wild ride where Rodimus makes good on his promise to swallow the human into his tank for hours?

Wild Ride 2

Rodimus x human

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings: smut, nsfw, hand jobs, sex toys, Vore, valveplug

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Rodimus' audials perk up at the sound of little moans echoing from his room. His attention is immediately drawn to the source of the sounds, his curiosity piqued. A smirk crossed his faceplate knowing who it was. Rodimus follows the sound, his steps purposeful and his spark alight with anticipation. He enters the room, his optics scanning the area, searching for the origin of those enticing moans.

As he looks around, his gaze lands on a figure in the corner, their frame trembling with pleasure atop of their soft bed, eyes closed as they slowly grind Against their vibrator. A smile tugs at the corners of Rodimus's lips as he realises that it was his little human. lost in a moment of ecstasy.

Rodimus approaches quietly. "Enjoying yourself, I see?" he purrs, his optics filled with a mixture of amusement and hunger. A small squeal leaves them as they quickly try to cover themself only for Rodimus to quickly grab their smaller body. “Ah ah ah, no hiding," Rodimus says, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and lust. "No need to be shy around me."

Rodimus' grip on the human tightens slightly as they let out a loud whine, their vulnerability evident in their voice. He takes a moment to assess their reaction, His fingers begin to trace and explore their soft body, moving with a delicate touch.

Rodimus smirks, his confidence and teasing nature taking hold as he observes the human's reactions. Their moans reverberate through the room, fueling his own desire and amplifying his playful demeanour. With a deliberate slowness, Rodimus eases the vibrator back into them, relishing in the way their body responds.

"Oh, you want me to go faster, huh?" he taunts, his voice dripping with cockiness. "But where's the fun in that?." He allows their hand to guide his movements, but only to a certain extent. His fingers dance along their body, teasing and caressing, as he continues to manipulate the vibrator, alternating between tantalisingly slow and deliciously intense. He wants to keep them on the edge.

The little noises that leave their lips only fuels his ego, making him even more determined to deliver.

Rodimus' smirk widens into a cocky grin as he observes the human's reaction to his actions, he slowly restrains them with a piece of fabric, ensuring that they are unable to remove the toy. "Hmm, that's it, perfect" Rodimus purrs, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "No escaping now. You're at my mercy, and I intend to make you writhe and moan." He hums to himself, his optics filled with a mixture of delight and dominance, as he cranks up the speed on the vibrator. they jerk and buck into the toy, their moans filling the air.

"Oh, you're so responsive," he taunts, his voice laced with arrogance. As their moans grow louder, their body reacts to the heightened sensations they can't escape from.

They whine loudly, almost sobbing moans from the pleasure. Rodimus's optics widen as the human's whines escalate into almost sobbing moans of pleasure. The reminder of his promise about swallowing them and keeping them in his tank sends a jolt through his circuits. “Don't think I forgot about our last little play sweetspark” he hums.

With a predatory grace, Rodimus moves closer to them, his voice filled with a husky tone laced with desire. "You want me to swallow you, don't you?" he murmurs, his gaze filled with a mix of anticipation and hunger. "To have you inside me, to keep you close."

Rodimus's own arousal grows as he imagines the sensation of having them in his tank, rolling around as they are restrained by the fabric as the vibrator edges them through multiple orgasms. He chuckles as he opens his mouth slowly sliding them in legs first.

They gasp as he puts them in his mouth savouring the taste and texture of their body against his glossa. He takes his time, relishing in the sensation of their squirming form in his mouth, their squeal only fueling his ego. Another squeal leaves them as he slowly swallows them down into his tank for safe keeping. their reaction fueling his own arousal and confidence. With a playful glint in his optics, "Mmm, you taste just as good as last time," he teases, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

His optics are filled with a mix of pleasure and triumph, as they settle into his tank. Rodimus's audials catch the small squeals, moans, and whines that echo from his human within his tanks. Their sounds intertwine with the low buzz of The vibrator. the wiggling and movement inside his tanks, only serve to deepen his own lust.

"Well, well, sounds like someone's needy," Rodimus chuckles, he eased himself into his chair, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. The human inside his tank moans again, their voice filled with pleasure and need as the vibrations intensify. The sensation of the vibrator moving in and out of them has them arching their back and crying out in ecstasy.

A pleased grin stretches across Rodimus' face as he listens to their cries of pleasure,

"Mmm, that's it," Rodimus murmurs, his voice laced with satisfaction. Rodimus slowly releases his spike. Listening to the sweet moans and cries of his little human. At that moment he really wished he had clear tanks just so he could watch them. The moans and cries that escape their lips fuel his desire, igniting a longing within him.

He imagines the sight of their writhing form, the arch of their back, and the flush of their skin as they succumb to the waves of pleasure. “mmm might have to get new tanks just to watch you next time we do this sweets” he calls out while leaning back, servo wrapping around his spike, stroking himself leisurely. his other servo dips down to tease his valve.

His own desire surges, his spike throbbing with need. The sounds coming from them has his engine rumbling lowly. He moves with purpose, his servo continuing to tease his valve, digits rubbing against nodes as he bucks into his own servos drawing himself closer to the edge of pleasure. The symphony of their moans and cries, their voice calling out in their language, spurs him on, driving him towards his own climax.

"Mmm, you like being inside my tank, don't you?" Rodimus murmurs, his voice filled with sinful delight. "Feeling the vibrations, the tightness surrounding you... It's all for you, my little human. Primus don't wanna let you go"

“I can feel your every move, every shiver of pleasure. You're trapped in my tank, and I'm going to make you lose control baby" They slowly grind down against the metal trying to push the vibrator deeper, a slur of moans leave them as they work up to their orgasm.

His optics darken with desire as he feels them slowly grind against the metal of his tank, their movements seeking to push the vibrator deeper. He matches their rhythm, his spike and valve working in sync with their movements. Imagining that it's them riding his spike.

Rodimus' frame tenses with pleasure as he spills into his servo and across his chair, the release of his own climax bringing a surge of satisfaction. His spike throbs with aftershocks as he revels in the intensity of the moment. His little human cries out even louder as they buck up into the vibrator. Overstimulated finally taking hold but they couldn't pull it out due to their restraints. So they continue babbling out sobbed moans as they wither and move around in Rodimus' tank.

Rodimus just relaxes back into his chair as he continues to listen to his human wither within his tank. His digits dance over the outside tapping. "Want a treat?" A mischievous grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he calls out to them. He slowly brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking off the lingering traces of transfluid, his glossa swirling sensually over his digits. The sight and taste of his own Fluid has him aching to have them wrapped around his spike.

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