#now with extra autobot

[transingthoseformers]

I think autobot!Knockout should have one (1) modification to his frame: an autobot badge with the most "well TECHNICALLY I have one :)" placement ever because he's Supposed To Have One now😒

[velvetwyrme]

aHhh okay so the discussions of Titan!Megatron on @callsign-relic's blog have fully. FULLY taken over my brain and ive been drawing stuff for it for like the last few days nonstop

the tl;dr of this is AU is pretty much "what if Megatron got turned into a titan/cityformer as a form of penance/imprisonment and now roams the empty wasteland of Cybertron forever" plus "IDW Megatron has really fucked up internals so... what if that, but as a City?"

and of course since he's a Titan, that also means he has a cityspeaker... or three. One per sub-AU thing. Theres 3 options. 3 flavours of AU.

i have so much art to make. but in the meantime, for more info! check out the #titan au tag on Relic's blog :]!! (also uhh potential ns//fw warning for the link shfjbdkd)

Hi. My battery is running out once again so design and art notes get chucked here instead of an image.

The cuffs and collar are hardwired into Megatron, so I made the lights the same colour as his biolights!

I imagine that on the tops of his shoulders there are solar panels, even if you can't see them here lol.

I really wanted to keep the swirly bits on Megatron's chest from IDW

Other art notes:

The second picture with the seekers is (loosely) inspired by a discussion about whether or not Megatron gets visitors or not. I thought about who would visit him and well... I think this is as close as Starscream realistically gets to visiting him.

Extra detail about that piece is that Thundercracker and Skywarp are keeping watch from above! Also drawing Megatron took me like 8 hours because I was struggling with his legs really badly kshffkbfkdsbdk,, the background went much faster, funnily enough.

Optimus specifically isn't wearing his Autobot badge any more.

This isn't relevant in this series of images, but Ultra Magnus's eye markings are only on the Magnus armour. His other two forms do not have them :] (... until he begins to discard the armour, that is.)

Megatron is roughly 3200m/2 miles tall. Technically he could have clouds around his knees, but I thought this looked a little bit cooler lol.

Also, height chart! Him big. I didn't even attempt to put a human for scale because that'd be. near impossible with this scale.

[cybertron-after-dark]

Average transformers g1 episode:

Megatron is attempting to black out the entire sky across a hundred mile radius and funnel all the sunlight into one, concentrated solar death ray to target a heavy duty solar panel he's having soundwave and the cassetticons build in order to convert it to energon. Then he plans to hit the autobot base with the death ray just for funsies. Starscream plans to push Megatron directly into the death ray, also just for funsies.

Optimus sends Wheeljack and Spike to deal with it, along with two bots you're pretty sure have not been in this show before this point, but you're kind of past asking how many of these fuckers were on the ark offscreen when it crashed. One of them has the worst fake Canadian accent you have ever heard, and the other's name sounds inexplicably dirty.

Starscream tries to get Megatron to stand in the spot he told Skywarp and Ramjet to direct the death ray, but is interrupted when Rumble asks why Starscream stuck him with extra work (a task Megatron assigned specifically to Starscream). This vexes Megatron. The autobots show up and try to figure out what the point of the blacked out sky is while Starscream attempts to talk his way out of it. Then the death ray goes off two feet away from Megatron, which only pisses him off further.

The Canadian bot yells "AH BINARY-BEAVERS!!" because the death ray caught him off guard and completely gives away the bots' position. Soundwave immediately fires on them. Gratuitous robot violence ensues. Spike is generally useless and tries chucking rocks at Rumble. Megatron is too busy trying to almost-murder Starscream to bother with the autobots and just lets Soundwave handle it.

Probably-an-innuendo-name-bot is luckily a flier and takes the chance to see what's blocking the sun now that their cover's blown anyway. He gets up there and the seekers are sticking tinfoil on the clouds to make the tops reflective. The writers are really just hoping you don't think too hard about it.

Skywarp starts firing on dirty-name and calls him a nerd. Dirty-name takes evasive action. Skywarp runs out of ammo and starts just chucking tin foil at him. Dirty-name calls him dumb and says his processor is made of spare toaster parts. Then he crash lands and canada-bot asks if dirty-name's wings are spare toaster parts as well. Wheeljack yells that they'll all be spare toaster parts if they don't focus on the decepticons. The death ray goes off again and barely misses the autobots. Wheeljack corrects himself to Melted spare toaster parts.

Dirty-name gives Wheeljack the rundown on the tinfoil clouds so he can figure out a way to get rid of them while Canada-bot fights Soundwave and the cassettes in the background. Spike is kind of helping too sort of almost. Those rocks hes chucking sure are damaging. Ravage gets straight up drop kicked. It cuts back to Wheeljack whipping up a good old fashioned Device™️.

Starscream flies up past the tinfoil barrier while Megatron shoots at him. All the holes he's shooting in the blackout barrier are just making more, slightly shittier death rays and the main one is losing concentration. One of them hits Megatron right in the optic and he keels over with an over the top screech. Starscream descends, breaking another hole in the tinfoil to see a golden opportunity.

"MEGATRON HAS BEEN BLINDED!!! I, STARSCREAM AM NOW YOUR LEADER!!!"

Wheeljack finishes his Device™️: A grenade that makes tinfoil entirely invisible, thus rendering the whole weapon unusable. The writers are hungover, please do not think about it too hard. Pretty please. Dirty-name doesn't know if he can throw it into one of the holes in the barrier on his own since he can't fly in robot mode and he cant throw in altmode. Spike offers to get on his back and throw it in for him if he can get close enough. And he's just SO good at throwing things. The other two agree he's their best shot, they're so happy spike is around, couldn't do it without him.

Starscream is hovering in the air as he gives his Decepticon Leader Acceptance Speech he's prepared for this very occasion, golden light streaming in from the him-shaped hole in the barrier. Dirty-name and spike zip past him and spike makes the best goddamn throw of his life. Before starscream can properly question the Fucking Audacity of these autobots interrupting him while he's trying to have a moment, the invisible explosion goes off that the animators are just happy they don't have to put that much effort into drawing. Starscream gets knocked out of the air and crashes directly onto Megatron. This vexes Megatron.

Sky's normal again. Don't worry that there's still tinfoil there, don't even fuckin worry about it dude. Spike and Dirty-name touch back down. Round of applause for spike for throwing super good. Wheeljack comments that he's just happy it blew up the way it was supposed to. Cue uncomfortably long laughing. Megatron manages to roll starscream off him and calls for a retreat.

Back at the decepticon base, Megatron has an eyepatch and is skulking. Starscream yaps about how it makes him look like a proper tyrant, brooding and battle scarred, and, dare he say, darkly handsome? This vexes Megatron.

[quackfallbackhq]

Transformers Autobots Characters Reacting To They're S/o Thinking Of Having Their Sparkling's (NSFW DRABBLES?)

(semi) SMUT - you been warned

The characters are written down below are,, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Jazz, Ironhide, Sideswipe, Crosshairs, Drift, Hound and Hotrod.

Optimus Prime

Optimus stills—his entire frame locked as your whispered words register.

You thought about having sparkings anyway.

His spark flares, heat thrumming through his frame as his servos instinctively tighten on your hips. His optics dim, processor struggling to keep up with the sheer weight of what you just confessed.

“You… thought about carrying mine?” His voice is low, rough—there’s something primal lurking beneath the usual control.

And then he groans, optics flickering as he pulls you closer, his frame still deeply connected to yours.

“… Then let’s make it happen.”

Bumblebee

Bee’s entire frame shutters, vents stuttering as he tries to process what you just said.

"You… you thought about it?"

His servos tremble against your thighs, his engine revving instinctively. You feel the way his spark pulses against yours, how his field tightens around you.

His optics flash, helm pressing into your shoulder as he grinds into you just a little more—still sensitive but reacting to the idea.

“Primus, you can’t just say that,” he murmurs, nuzzling into your neck, voice thick with something deep, something needy. “Now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Ratchet

Ratchet’s processor blue screens.

Like—this wasn’t a conversation he expected to have while still buried inside you.

His optics flicker, his servo gripping your waist as his vents struggle to cycle properly.

“… You want that?” His voice is rough, almost hoarse.

You nod, hips shifting just slightly against him, and he growls—low, deep, his spark flaring as the implications of what you’re saying hit hard.

“… Then we might need to test your frame’s compatibility,” he mutters, lips grazing your jaw. “Thoroughly.”

Jazz

Jazz whimpers.

Like, actually whimpers.

His processor is fried, his entire frame shuddering as your words settle into his very spark.

“Oh, frag—”

He buries his face against your chest, field wrapping around yours in a desperate, needy embrace.

"You can't just say that, babe,” he pants, his servos gripping your hips, optics blazing.

But then—he grins, lazy and sultry, his hips rolling just slightly to emphasize he’s still deep inside you.

“… Guess we better keep trying ‘til we know for sure, huh?”

Ironhide

Ironhide’s engine rumbles.

Your words sink in slowly—his processor taking an extra second to fully grasp what you just admitted.

And then?

His grip tightens.

"You thought about it, huh?" His voice is low, deep, filled with something possessive.

His optics flash, his entire field surging around you as he pulls you closer, his plating still pressed flush against yours.

“… Then maybe it’s time we stop thinking and make it real.”

Sideswipe

“Oh, frag, you mean that?”

Sideswipe’s vents shudder, his entire frame twitching from overstimulation, but frag if he doesn’t immediately react to what you just whispered.

You feel his engine rev, his servo gripping your thigh as his processor struggles to keep up.

"Primus, you can’t just drop that on me right after—"

His optics flicker, something hungry brewing in his expression.

“… You sure? ‘Cause I really wouldn’t mind putting in some more… effort.”

Crosshairs

Crosshairs chokes.

Like, full-on chokes. His vents glitch, his entire frame going rigid as his processor shuts down for a solid three seconds.

Then—his optics flick to yours. Wide.

“Wait, wait—you what?”

You smirk, shifting just slightly around him, and he groans, helm dropping back as his servos tighten around you.

"Primus, you can't just say stuff like that—" He pauses, optics flickering with something darker.

"... But if you're serious, sweetheart? Then frag, we better get to work."

Drift

Drift stills.

His optics are dark, his vents slow and measured—but his field? It flares so intensely around you that you feel the weight of his emotions immediately.

“… You would carry mine?”

His servo drifts to your abdomen, his plating still intimately pressed against yours as his spark pulses hard.

The reverence in his gaze, the way his lips part slightly as he drinks in your words—it’s overwhelming.

“… Then let us not waste time, my love.”

Hound

Hound groans—deep, rough, his entire frame thrumming beneath you.

"You thought about it?" His voice is gravelly, optics flickering as his servos tighten on your waist.

Then, suddenly, his lips are on you again—claiming, desperate, his spark pulsing violently against yours.

“… Then we better make damn sure it happens.”

And with the way he rolls his hips? Oh, he’s not stopping anytime soon.

HotRod

Hot Rod whimpers.

Like, actually whimpers. His vents are shaky, his optics wide as your words fully register.

“… Wait. You mean that?”

His field flares, his servos locking around your waist as his processor overheats.

You nod—smug, teasing—and he groans, his engine revving uncontrollably.

"Oh, frag, babe—you know I’m gonna make sure it happens now, right?”

And with the way his hips instinctively buck into yours again? Yeah, you knew exactly what you were doing.

notes - you can read this as different transformers shows or comics you wish, I personally imagine these of Bayverse autobots x cybertronian reader, there's still more I want to write down but let me know if you want more of different things!

[rabotimagines]

"Erogenous zone" GN BOT Reader x Optimus, Jazz, Trailbreaker, Blaster, Bluestreak, Wheeljack

Summary: They make you overload through heavy petting while they're playing with your erogenous zone. + a little revenge

G1 Characters: Optimus, Jazz, Trailbreaker, Blaster, Bluestreak, Wheeljack.

Warnings: Smut 🔞 MDNI

Notes: Erogenous zone used for reader is kept vague! Since bots can have so many. you can imagine what you'd like (wings, sensor panels, finials, tires, headlights, buttons, ETC). Bluestreak calls reader both "pretty" and "handsome" in his section. I know Trailbreaker doesn't have visible tires in g1 cartoon but he does on his G1 toy/official art!

Pronouns: You, your, yours.

Optimus's servos are wandering, and he can't exactly help how he instinctively moves to where he knows your frame is extra sensitive to his touches. Optimus doesn't realize he's gotten too- enthralled with every continued reaction he can get out of you, until you arch harsh against him. A groan manages out of you, and your servos are clenching on his frame. And Primus- you're dripping through the gaps of your modesty panel. Optimus tears his gaze away from the rather tantalizing sight when you apologize for overloading early.

Optimus moves away from where you're sensitive so he can cup your faceplate. "It's quite alright. Are you okay with continuing?" You are and thankfully want another overload. Optimus definitely would have had to self-service after seeing you like this. No cold solvent rinse would have been able to lower his now higher frame temperature.

Without waiting, you lean forward, and Optimus jolts and groans when you start assaulting one of his finials with your glossia. Your glossia is hot and dragging so slow along it- oh Primus. His vocalizor catches on itself when your servo traces his other finial. A gasping vent escapes Optimus when you tease both at the same time. The heat is steadily climbing higher with every delicate touch you give him. Optimus's servos find your frame again, and he grasps on as you continue to tease him.

Oh dear- maybe you'd both end up having an overload before either of your panels were removed.

-

Jazz wants to play, and his servos are wandering as soon as you start kissing. Jazz doesn't have any restraint right now (why would he with you?) So he goes to exactly where he knows you'll start squirming quick under his touch. Jazz can't get enough of you, every little sweet noise, every twitch of your plating, your em field flexing in growing want. He doesn't realize he gets maybe a little carried away until you jerk against him hard. And Jazz pulls away to see you panting and gasping, and your array panel leaking- Oh, hello Primus. Did he just make you overload from that?

Jazz grins and leans forward. "Oh baby, did you feel that good from some petting?" Jazz wouldn't usually tease you like this, but he can't help it right now. Especially when you're glaring at him, even when your optics are so bright and you're dripping through your modesty panel. You just look so darling, and Jazz was so gonna be saving this memory.

Your own servos are grabbing onto his hood, and Jazz does jolt when your digits are suddenly sliding along the outer shell of his headlights. Jazz watches as you slowly dragged your glossia along the trim of Jazz's autobot insignia. Jazz can not look away from your glossia following the line of the art. Your digits swipe over his headlights, and he huffs a breathy vent from your touch. Jazz can only smirk when he feels his own arousal spike.

Now, who was Jazz to deny you what you wanted? Especially if it was making him overload?

-

Trailbreaker and you weren't even planning on going further. You were just- making out in one of the empty ark hallways. And things got hot and heavy a lot faster than he'd thought it would. Trailbreaker can't help his servos wandering where he knows he'll get the best reactions out of you. He also can't help getting caught up in how you start rolling your hips against him and how you're sighing and moaning into his mouth. Then you jerk hard against him, and he breaks away to find you panting. Your optics are bright, and your thighs pitching inward- You're leaking right through your modesty panel! Oh-

Trailbreaker resets his vocalizor after his shock passes through him. "Slag- didn't mean to do that. Well... at least Red Alert got a nice show? Haha-" Trailbreaker feels a bit awkward making you overload here. But the fact that he got you to overload on accident of all things? it's doing something for him. And that some things got his frame temperature spiking quick.

A look passes over your faceplate, and Trailbreaker feels like he should apologize, but you don't give him the chance. Your servos latch out and go right for his sides and directly on where his tires were. Trailbreaker jumps and fails to stifle the noise that comes out of him when your digits drag along the inner rim of both tires. You're muttering how he should be quiet, and Trailbreaker bites his glossia to avoid the groan that wants to sound out of him.

Okay, Trailbreaker could do this- He deserved it after all- making you overload on accident out here. He was a defense specialist for a reason. Trailbreaker could take your punishment!

-

Blaster knows you don't have a lot of time at the moment for each other with your current week schedule on the ark. So he can't exactly say he didn't try to hold back- he did. Just turned out it wasn't nearly enough as he should have. Your glossia is in his mouth, and Blasters practically swallowing every sound he gets out of you. And his servos are instinctively wandering where he knows you'll make the sweetest sounds. Can you really blame him for getting carried away? Blasters optics snap back online when you grind hard against him and your servos clench tight on his frame.

Blaster pulls away to see the mess now leaking through your modesty panel, and Blaster laughs- it's not a full frame laugh, but it's a chassis deep chuckle. He isn't making fun of you. He just really, really finds it satisfying. "Oops... Well that's a sweet sight now, isn't it?"

Blaster sees your expression before you basically pounce on him. Your servo find his buttons, and Blaster grunts when you start working his buttons in the way that you know gets him hot and bothered fast. You needed to work his buttons a certain way for Blaster to get hot and bothered in the first place. And you knew every single method to do just that. Blaster can only sigh thickly when your digits drag along the edge of his buttons. The fever in his frame steadily bumping higher with every little teasing drag you gave him.

Blaster wishes he had more time to make some proper music with you. But he'd take a short but sweet melody over nothing.

-

Bluestreaks kissing you harder and softly moaning against your derma. You hadn't managed to steal any kisses from each other today, and he can't help being a bit desperate when you actually get a few minutes to each other. Bluestreak didn't mean to honestly- He just really likes how you sound when he touches you there. His digits lightly teasing you turns into his servos grabbing, and you get louder and louder in the kiss. You finally jerk against Bluestreak, which makes him break the kiss to ask if you're okay only to see your bright optics and leaking modesty panel-

Bluestreak doesn't know what to say for a solid klick before compliments practically burst out of his mouth. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you overload like that, but you look so good- pretty- handsome- you always look good, yeah, but you look really really good now? Sorry-"

You yanked Bluestreak back into another kiss, and he can only moan against your derma when your servos find his door wings. His spinal strut arches when you lightly squeeze the base of them both between your digits. Bluestreak whines against the kiss, and his servos end up returning back to where they were. You lightly jolted when Bluestreak began to continue touching you back. Your pelvis finds his, and he's stuck trying to keep coherent enough to return the favor under your touch.

Bluestreak hoped you'd be fine with him making you overload twice so soon. Because he didn't think he'd be able to stop at just the one.

-

Wheeljack is not sorry even if it was totally and completely an accident (He swears!). Wheeljack might have dragged you onto one of his work benches under a half badly joke flirt attempt of "examining your prime example of a frame" with a waggling optic ridge. You still played along with him, and he started to exaggeratedly touch your frame- and well, somewhere along the line, the touches went from joking to genuine to eager. And you're eventually panting and getting louder and louder- And Wheeljack only stops when you're suddenly overloading on his work bench. Wheeljack has to cycle his optics at the sight of you dripping through your modesty panel.

"Oh-" Wheeljack resets his vocalizor "Well that's... definitely a great way to conclude a scientific examination." Wheeljack laughs lightly only to stop short when he sees your expression.

Wheeljack practically shouts when you lunge forward, and your glossia drags right along the seam of where one of his helm panels touches his helm. Oh no no no he's sorry! He's so sorry! Wheeljack tries to mutter out, but he can only moan and grasp onto your frame with tight servos. Your glossia dragged along the indents of the very sensitive to soft touch frame accessory, and Wheeljack is reduced to a panting mess. Wheeljack can't even feel embarrassed about the whine that slips out of him when your servo comes up to grab his other helm panel.

Wheeljack really was sorry he swears! Oh slag- He guesses he could let you get him back for it. It was the least he could do!

[woso-dreamzzz]

Breakfast VIII

Ellie Carpenter x Daniëlle van de Donk x Child!Reader

Summary: You look after Ellie

"Yeah, I mean, obviously Daan and I have a kid so our holidays are a little different. We have to cater more to y/n and her needs rather than our own. But, yeah, we make sure our daughter has a lot of fun when we go on trips."

It's such a throwaway comment that Daan can't believe it's become this big thing. No one had ever seemed to care when Beth said a similar thing about you during the days the two of you were at Arsenal.

It's strange that people suddenly have an issue with it when Ellie says it.

But, for some reason, people do have an issue. As if Ellie coming into your life later meant that you and her weren't mother and daughter, as if Daan would plan to marry someone that couldn't bring herself to fill a maternal role in your life.

She shakes her head dismissively as she looks up from Ellie's phone and the doom scrolling her partner had gone through last night.

"They're stupid," Daan says," And strangers saying crap on the internet has no baring on how we're raising our daughter. Okay? No matter what they say, you feeling like y/n's mother isn't wrong and it isn't weird. You're her mother and she's your daughter, alright?"

It's strange to see Ellie so insecure about something. It's not a feeling that Daan likes at all.

"I think so. You think so. Y/n thinks so."

"Does she?" Ellie says back," I just...I don't know, Daan. Does she really?"

"You know she does," Daan insists," Ellie, that girl adores you even if she tries to hide it. She loves you. Who else will try to convince me to get her a gerbil?"

"Pets are good for kids! She's old enough now to understand responsibility."

Daan laughs. "There you go. Having a conversation with me that my parents had when I was younger. You're a good mum, Ellie. No matter what strangers on the internet say."

"I know," Ellie says, putting on a bright smile that Daan can see through easily," I'm just being a bit silly. I know. I promise."

Daan chooses not to push it, dropping a soft kiss to Ellie's lips before heading off towards your bedroom.

You're sitting on the bed, playing with some of the action figures you got for Christmas.

"Hey," Daan says," I'm heading out soon. You promise you'll be good for your Mum?"

You rolls your eyes, huffing and puffing like Daan's interrupted you in the middle of a test instead of just a casual game with your toys.

"I'll be good for Ellie."

"You promise?"

"Yeah."

"Hey..." Daan crouches next to you, hand reaching out to touch your cheek. "Your Mum needs you to be extra good tonight, alright? She...She's feeling a little down right now so, please, just...be good."

Your brow furrows in confusion at how serious Daan sounds and you find yourself nodding.

"I'll be good for Ellie. I promise."

Daan smiles. "Good girl. I should be back later but you'll already be in bed. I love you."

"Love you too."

Ellie hadn't really expected for you to emerge from your room until dinner, too engrossed in making your Autobots fight the Decepticons but here you are, standing in front of her.

"You okay, pipsqueak?"

The thunder crashes before you can speak and you nearly jumped into Ellie's arms.

"Do you think Mumma is okay?" You say," Out in the storm? She gets scared, you know."

"Daan gets scared or you get scared?"

You purse your lips, trying to give an air of indifference that isn't nearly as convincing as you think it is. "I'm a big girl. I'm not scared of anything."

Another crash of thunder has you flinching and Ellie takes pity on you.

"I think Daan is just fine. She'll come home if she's scared."

"Good." You nod. "That's...That's good. She should do that."

Ellie shrugs. "And, you know, when I'm scared of storms, I usually build a fort. That usually helps."

"Right..." You eye the rain soaked windows warily. "You should...You should tell Mumma..."

"Or," Ellie suggests," We can build a fort here...now, for her when she comes back? Would you like that?"

"For Mumma," You make sure to say," Of course."

Ellie bites down her laugh. "For Daan, yes. Because Daan's the one scared of storms."

"Yes. I'll..." You grit your teeth as thunder crashes again and lightning flashes outside. "I'll grab some blankets."

It doesn't take long at all for the fort to be finished, even if it falls multiple times because of the sudden bouts of thunder that make you jump even if you deny it.

"I...I'm not scared," You say, teeth chattering anxiously as you lay on Ellie's chest in the fort," I'm...I'm just doing this so you don't get scared like Mumma does."

"You're doing a good job," Ellie tells you, gentle hands carding through your hair softly," You're making sure I'm not scared at all."

"Mumma said you were feeling down but it's okay," You continue," I...I won't let the storm get you."

"I...Daan said that about me?"

"I don't know how Mumma already knew about the storm but it's okay. I've got you."

Ellie smiles down at you. "I...Thanks, y/n."

"Of course, Mum," You say," I'll protect you."

[transformers-spike]

Since you were so graceful to deliver us that magnificent Optimus (and autobots) x Human in their heat cycle, another question arises. What are the autobots' thoughts on eating pussy? What about their styles?? Please and thank u

Good god, I’m going to assume this is general TFP pussy eating and nothing to do with the heatverse. For now I’ll stick to the main cast and add Wheeljack/Ultra Magnus/Smokescreen when I get a better feel for how I want to write them. (also fuck making gifs, thank you for existing, Tenor)

Back when he went by Orion Pax, he was as chaste as a lily. Not from lack of fuckability, oh no. His small frame at the time made him especially cute to onlookers, but it was nigh impossible to hang around him when he was too busy working as a clerk or researching Cybertron’s history in his downtime. There's certainly a possibility he ate at least (1) valve back on Cybertron. Whose? Who fucking knows. My bet would be on Megatronus, but he wouldn’t have horribly fumbled the bag if that was the case. Maybe cunnilingus could have saved their planet… Having, to an extent, merged his consciousness with the thirteen primes, he has gained their wisdom and become something akin to a demi-God by Cybertronian standards. Except with none of the praise, and the weight of the world on his shoulders. Anyway, let’s cease philosophizing about his nature as a Prime, what we’re looking for is how good he is at eating pussy with that extra knowledge. Answer: it depends on the receiver. Considering the size difference, he makes it work without catching your clit between his glossa’s mesh plating. He prefers supporting you in his massive servos, carefully wrapping his digits around your frame in case you start squirming too much and fall off. He applies slow languid licks between pauses, waiting to gauge your reaction in case he’s hurting you. It’s sweet of him, but please Optimus, you need to make your partner cum else they’ll die.

Ratchet has been alive for Primus knows how many slutty millenia. Of course he can eat valves. And if he can eat valves, he can eat human pussy just fine. The hard part is dragging him away from his workstation. Don’t get him wrong, he would love to bury his face between your legs, but he’s got things to do, nevermind a whole ass team to keep alive on top of manning the ground bridge and fixing whatever alien technical bullshittery Raf can’t help with (seeing as the little guy only takes care of the human technical bullshittery). He’s perpetually exhausted, and if Cybertronians had an equivalent to coffee, you’re sure he’d be downing it like a single father after losing everything in the divorce except the kids. So when he gets the chance to eat pussy, he takes his damn time with it, pressing his face against your groin for so long you think he’s fallen into recharge. When he gets to work, he’s savoring every inch of you, making a point to complain there isn’t enough energon to mass displace and taste you completely. The size difference is especially annoying to him, but he makes due nonetheless by slipping the tip of his glossa between your folds, pushing it as far as it can go without hurting you. His engine growls from desperate hunger as he grinds his spike against the ground, grunting and scoffing against your pussy as he has to contend with the smallest sample he’s ever received. Ratchet is going to kill Megatron.

Bulkhead is a complicated case. Yes, he’s tried valves. Any wrecker worth their weight in energon has eaten valves like no tomorrow. But the point is, when you look at his jaw, things get a bit complicated. An overbite in humans is mildly bothersome for a giver, but it gets even worse when you look at Cybertronian anatomy and realize that oh, he’s going to do some major jaw exercises to stick his glossa out properly and eat you out. Thank fuck you’re so small in this case, you have no idea much easier this makes his job. To be fair, his main worry is hurting you. Optimus is careful, yes, but Bulkhead has known destruction for the vast majority of his life, not only as a career, but as a way of life. So when he finds you naked in his servos, smiling up at him, his spike retracts into his panel from anxiety alone. If he so much as bruises you, he will shrivel up and offline. He can handle humans just fine, but during interface? He already has to take a breather before he tries anything in the Cybertronian equivalent of a panic attack. His cooling fans are screeching, and if he could sweat, he’d be causing a major flood in Nevada and all its neighboring states. In conclusion, yes, he can eat out. Not perfectly, but he puts in some valiant effort that’s sure to pay off sooner or later.

At first glance, you may exclaim “Wowzers! Bumblebee doesn’t have a mouth! How can he eat pussy without glossa or lips?” – well guess what! Take a vibrator and stick it between your legs. That’s Bumblebee right there. They should add him as a synonym for it in the dictionary. He may not be able to lick up your juices, but he can buzz incessantly against your groin at a near illegal setting until you come undone. He is so proud of himself. And for his own sake, let’s hope he never got to experience valves before he lost his oral equipment. He tries to be comforting, beeping words of encouragement that you absolutely do not understand but get the gist off anyways. Chances are, he’s either helping you balance on top of his face to get the full hitachi magic wand duct taped to the floor experience, or you’re both lying down while you’re cupped in his servos as he buzzes excitedly between your legs; equal parts cute and overwhelming. You feel bad for using him like this, but he beeps reassuringly and urges you to lie back in his servos and enjoy the ride. He’s such a hitachi toy it’s not even funny anymore. You start giving him setting levels which he eagerly follows like the boyscout he is, keeping the same vibration pace even as you start humping his face plate. You pray to Primus Raf isn’t looking for his guardian, else he’s going to overhear things you would rather die than explain.

Arcee is… way too good at eating out. On Cybertron, she could eat a valve like her life depended on it, sucking on the anterior node and wiggling her glossa inside of it well after her partners would overload, begging her to stop from overstimulation alone. Nowadays, she still has it. With her two-wheeler frame type, she can easily access a human pussy without any trouble, treating it like the cutest minicon valve she’s ever seen. She’s all rapid licks and wandering digits, stuffing you to the brim when she’s busy torturing your clit between her lips, then circling around it as she pushes her tongue between your folds. Arcee’s a fucking menace. She leaves you a crying hyperventilating mess as you plead with her to let you breathe. Yes, she’ll take your words into account and stop at some point. Key word: some. You get a break whenever she fancies. This, or you go into cardiac arrest and she has to deal with your metaphorical blood on her juice-soaked servos, all from eating pussy too good. No one should have that sort of power. But Arcee does, because she’s an unstoppable force. Prepare yourself from some light pillow talk after she takes mercy on you, stroking your cheek and leaning in for a kiss. You can taste yourself on her intake, and she wants you to contemplate the flavor as she wraps her arms around your squishy body in a protective hug, the blue glow of her optics dancing over your skin.

[artsy-hobbitses]

First of all I definitely have to thank @elfdragon12 for selling me on the G1 humans and the potential they have for good storytelling!

So here are Spartacus 'Spike' Witwicki, Carlita 'Carly' Castellano and Charles 'Chip' Chase as they appear in TTB! Spike mainly works off-base with his father Stanislaw 'Sparkplug' Witwicki as mechanics on Autobot missions, while Carly and Chip are mainly on-base working in R&D and tech respectively. Witwicky is a name that exists IRL, and it's specifically an Americanised version of Witwicki, which is Polish, so Spike is a second-generation immigrant to the US with Polish---specifically as a member of the Lipka Tatar minority---ties through Stanislaw, and Turkish ties through his mother. Lipka Tatars are predominantly also Muslims who usually keep to a Polish naming convention/don't usually sport Arabic names, so Spike here also joins the the rising ranks of Muslims on the Autobot side!

Mexican-Italian Carly is a bottle blond who goes back to her original brown tresses near the end of the war. She runs on coffee and Monster Energy, and is what one might call a Type A personality. And for good reason—she’s a scholarship kid from an impoverished barrio, the first to ever get into MIT, and she’s determined to make a name for herself to bring back support and funding for her community so other kids like her have that opportunity too. She was a student in Dr. Harding’s lecture classes, and interned under Harding before graduation—the two still keep in contact with each other across the Atlantic. And Chip. We gotta talk about Chip (and the other two) under the cut.

Chip got the bad end of the deal here and his background is as messed up as his general health is on any given day. Energon hotspots exist in TTB and they’re still being studied and often irradiate local wildlife and extremely unlucky scientists conducting field research; one of them was Chip’s mother, while she was very early into her pregnancy (she believed she was properly kitted out, but this hotspot was more potent than the others).

He grew up sickly, but still relatively active and as Spike’s childhood friend, would still be able to play football with Spike. Spike and Chip’s relationship was extremely tight when they were children (Spike protected Chip from bullies and played with him since other boys avoided involving him in their games as he had problems keeping up due to his health issues, while Chip would help Spike with schoolwork and stood up for him if someone decided it’s pick-on-the-immigrant-kid day). It was to the point that, when Sparkplug was imprisoned for a short stint after being charged with inciting a riot (he was spearheading a workers' protest), Chip's residence was a second home to Spike, while his mother picked up extra shifts to make ends meet. However, when Chip was around 10, the radiation flared up/became aggressive in both him and his mother, and while his mother's condition deteriorated faster than his, it still wreaked havoc on his body and caused paraplegia through spinal metastasis. When his mother died, he had no blood family willing to take him in (as a child born out of wedlock who was piling up medical bills and was not expected to see his 18th birthday). The Witwickis, who saw him as family now, wanted to adopt him but could not pay for the care he needed as lower class blue collar immigrants.... at which point Zeta Prime stepped in as a benefactor who wanted to sponsor the child prodigy. This however, meant Chip had to be moved to New York, ostensibly for better treatment, and he and Spike last saw each other as children when they were 12.

They’d promise to write to each other, but Spike never received anything from Chip no matter how many letters he sent (Zeta had been intercepting them since he wanted Chip to be fully dependent on him/cut all ties to his past, and to focus on his tutelage under Dr Alcazar) The two reunited as adults when Spike and Sparkplug were enlisted as part of the team working on a top secret government project (Metroplex) on which Chip was the lead programmer and Carly was head of the R&D division. Chip however, started having doubts about Zeta Prime's motives for Metroplex's creation, and feeling both helpless and terrified for what he'd gotten himself into, confided his concerns to Spike that what they were building was not a space research titan, but a weapon and the US' largest mobile base capable of levelling small countries--which is exactly what Zeta plans to do with it. Carly eavesdrops, and is drawn into the situation.

All three of them struggled with breaking off their relationship with Zeta Prime, whose project brought the, together:

Chip knows that going against Zeta means he likely loses all access to the medical aid and experimental treatments keeping him alive. (He is lucky that he kept notes and an extensive medical record of himself, and that them fleeing across the Atlantic brought them right to Ratchet and Co.),

Spike knows going against Zeta means burning the olive branch of government acceptance Zeta held out to his father and their diaspora after their lifelong struggle to get the same compensation for their work as native-born workers, and better/safer projects.,

Carly knows going against Zeta means a stain on her record as a ‘model minority’ , and it will destroy Zeta’s promise of a scholarship fund for her community as well as government goodwill for them.

All three decide that they have to take a stand against him regardless, and they managed to sabotage Zeta’s control over Metroplex and allowed Metro to escape into the Pacific. Fleeing Zeta’s wrath across the Atlantic put them on the collision course with the Autobots via an SOS signal from Prowl which Chip decoded and answered, and this set have been stalwart allies since Chip still has a close relationship with Prowl here over many similar aspects of their life, quiet companionship and a love for strategy games. He is also rebuilding the relationship he had with Spike and Sparkplug, and Spike and Chip see each other more as brothers than friends these days.

[blufblucake]

⋆ 𐙚 ̊.𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄

ᴘᴀʀɪɴɢ: Optimus Prime x Human!Reader

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: After three months of an incredible yet frustratingly chaste relationship with the leader of the Autobots, you find yourself at the edge of desire. Between tender displays of affection and promises of protection, Optimus holds back from taking things to the next level, afraid of hurting you. But when you finally lay bare all your frustration and longing, he decides it’s time to show you he can be much more than just careful.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: NSFW, mass displaced mech, size kink (kind of?), AFAB reader (no gender specified), public place masturbation.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3,5k

❝ Ride it, slide it, bite it, get inside it Come on, touch my body I know that you like it, you can't hide it Come on, touch my body Harder, bigger, faster, longer, thicker Come on, touch my body Treat me like a slut ❞

Author’s Notes: Before we get into the story, I kindly ask that if you’re underage, please do not interact with this post. This content is adult, explicit, and definitely not meant for you. Keep in mind that everything has its time, and now is not the time for this. I’d also like to clarify that english is not my first language, so if you spot any mistakes, feel free to let me know! It’s also been a loooong time since I last wrote smut, so I might be a bit rusty, but I’ll get better with practice. Without further ado, enjoy the read! :)

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

The soft afternoon breeze gently caresses your face, and you let out a sigh as you close your eyes, letting the sun warm your skin. The sky, painted a deep, cloudless blue, serves as a stage for birds to fly joyfully as they sing. On the sidewalks, people walk without hurry — a rare sight — chatting cheerfully as they head toward their respective destinations to continue their day. Everything feels so peaceful, as if the torrential storm from the night before had never passed through the city.

A storm your boyfriend had chosen to face rather than spend the night with you. Optimus was incredible as a partner: affectionate, kind, attentive, and surprisingly romantic for the leader of a faction at war. But, as nothing is perfect, he had to be overly careful. Always worried about you, always making sure not to hurt you by accident, carrying you close to his chassis at the base so no one would accidentally “step” on you. And you liked that, of course you did, it was amazing to have such an incredibly protective boyfriend. But the problem was that Optimus carried that concern into your intimate life as well.

The day before, you had celebrated three months of dating. A short time, you knew, but in that time you hadn't gotten past heated kisses and wandering hands. Every time you tried to take things further, to start something more, he rejected you, saying he wouldn’t forgive himself if he ever hurt you during the act. And that hurt your ego. You understood his reasons, but the bitter taste of rejection still lingered in your mouth.

Everything had been perfect that night. You had taken extra time to get ready, using your most expensive bath products and wearing your best outfit. Your expensive perfume, reserved only for special occasions, was perfect for the evening, and you made sure to practically bathe in it.

You had planned everything. You invited Optimus to celebrate your anniversary, saying it was important to you, a human tradition. Everything had gone just as planned. You were exchanging hot kisses on the living room floor, the room lit by candles since the storm had knocked the power out. You were grinding in Optimus’s lap, still fully clothed, teasing both of you while his large servos lightly squeezed your ass. In that moment, you thought he would finally give in, abandon all that excessive caution. But when your hands moved down to his modesty plate, he pulled away, stopped the kisses and touches, sat you on the floor, and stood up quickly, saying he couldn’t do it — he was afraid of losing control. Then he left, driving off into the storm and leaving you alone on the floor, incredibly turned on.

The memory makes you shut your eyes tight and want to scream. Damn that fear, damn that overprotection. You just wanted to have sex with your boyfriend without him spiraling into a moral crisis every time things got too heated. Suddenly feeling hot from your thoughts, you glance at the watch on your wrist and realize there are still twenty minutes left of your lunch break. Perfect, that would be enough time.

You head back into the company building and press the elevator button impatiently. No one would be in the office at this hour. The elevator ride is brief, no more than a minute or two, but for you it feels like an eternity. When it finally stops at your floor, you step out and walk quickly to the bathroom, entering one of the stalls and making sure to lock the door.

You lower the toilet seat, pull down your pants, and hang them on one of the bag hooks. You sit down and spread your legs, planting your feet on either side of the stall door. You didn't need much, just thinking about your boyfriend made your pussy soak. Your fingers play with your entrance, using your own arousal to coat them, then move up to your clit, rubbing it in slow, circular motions. Your eyes close and your mind returns to Optimus. His huge servos and that beautiful face, those metal lips that, no matter how different they were, were the most delicious thing to you.

Two of your fingers slide back to your entrance and slip inside, pumping quickly. Your other hand keeps teasing your clit. You bite your lower lip to hold back the moans and speed up the movement of your fingers. The obscene wet sounds can’t be silenced, and you’re thankful no one is around.

A few more thrusts and you finally cum, sighing heavily, your toes curling. You pull your fingers out and look at them, wet and glistening, wishing it were Optimus’s spike instead. You grab some toilet paper and clean yourself up quickly, trying to erase any trace of the obscene act you just committed. You put your pants back on and leave the stall, walking over to the sink and turning on the tap to wash your hands.

Aside from your heavy breathing, nothing seemed wrong. But the shame begins to burn your cheeks, you had to get off in the office bathroom because you couldn’t sleep with your own boyfriend. You take a few deep breaths and finally leave, seeing the hallway still empty. Soon the others would return from lunch, so you decide to go back to work and pretend nothing happened, trying to forget about Optimus and focus on your job.

-`♡´-

The trip back home had been a nightmare. As if spending long hours stuck in the office wasn’t enough, you also got stuck in traffic. When you finally park your car in the garage and walk into the house, your backpack almost slips off your shoulder. There was Optimus, standing in the dark, already mass displaced, his bright blue optics glowing intensely. “My love, please don’t ever do that again…” you say as you turn on the lights and walk toward him. Even in his reduced size, Optimus was still infinitely larger than you. As you approach, he leans down and retracts his mask, allowing you to give him a quick kiss “How was work?”

“Nothing special, same as always,” you reply, disheartened, placing your backpack on one of the chairs near the table. Optimus kept his servos behind his back, as if hiding something, and you frown before asking, “What do you have there, big guy?” He then reveals a bouquet of beautiful peonies and a heart-shaped box of your favorite chocolates. A genuine smile forms on your lips, and you walk closer to take the gifts, not wanting to think too hard about how or where he’d managed to get them. “I know I upset you last night. I’m so sorry-”

You interrupt him by placing your index finger on his lips. “We need to talk about that. But first, I’m going to take a shower.” You place the gifts on the table and head upstairs, quickly climbing to the second floor. In your bedroom, you shed your tight clothes and toss them into the laundry basket before stepping into the shower, turning the water to the hottest temperature you could handle. The hot water soothes your tense muscles from the stressful day. Even though you’d love to stay there longer, you knew you needed to talk to Optimus, he had to understand how frustrated his rejections had made you feel.

When you’re done, you step out wrapped in a fluffy towel and return to your room. You choose to wear nothing but your soft, red robe. Back downstairs, Optimus looks tense. His expression is worried, and his servos rest behind his back again. You walk over and stop a few feet in front of him, leaning against the wooden table, arms crossed. For a few seconds, you both just stare at each other. You could tell he wanted to move closer, but he waited for you to call him.

Letting out a heavy sigh, you begin. “Optimus, I love you, and you know that. Our relationship is amazing, but I can’t ignore the fact that I’m extremely sexually frustrated.” your voice sounds sad, and he looks at you with optics that shine like a kicked puppy “I know you care about me, I understand we’re different, and I understand that you only want to protect me, but... It hurts when you run from me like that. It makes me feel unwanted, like you’re disgusted to touch me. And that’s awful!”

He shakes his helm side to side, vehemently denying your words. Then he moves closer and kneels in front of you, looking up at you with those glowing optics. “My love, never!” his tone is firm and serious “You are my sunshine, the light that illuminates my darkness. You are the peace in the middle of my chaos, the calm dawn after a night of nightmares. You are a divine gift, by Primus… You are the reason my spark pulses, what keeps me standing, what brings me back from every battle just so I can feel you in my arms.” He takes one of your hands while you rest the other on his cheek, smiling softly as he leans into your touch.

“You are perfect. Absolutely perfect. No star can compare to you, not even the infinite galaxies. The sun of your solar system pales in shame, because your smile shines so much brighter. And I want you so badly, oh, how I want you. I want to touch you, to hold you in my arms, to caress every inch of your body. I want to worship every part of you because I am devoted to you.” his words warm your heart, and you gently stroke his handsome face with your thumb “Forgive me for making you feel unattractive or unwanted. That was never my intention. I only worry I’ll hurt you in my excitement, I could never forgive myself for that.” He kisses the palm of your hand and looks at you with expectation and hope in his optics “Tell me, my life… please. How can I make this right?”

You smile at him and caress his face once more, tracing his beautiful features until your fingers rest under his chin. Then you grip his chin gently and pull him a little closer. He lets himself be guided without protest. “Treat me like a slut.” your voice comes out soft and calm. You see his optics widen in surprise before he responds in a confused tone. “I beg your pardon… What?”

"Optimus, I want you to treat me like a slut..." you release his face and rest your hands on the table behind you "I want you to fuck me hard, I want you to eat me like it's your last meal, I want to feel your spike slamming deep inside my pussy, hear the sound of your pelvic plating hitting my ass, making me cum, and then I want to feel your hot transfluid dripping out of me. I want you to slap your spike against my face and make me suck you until I gag, until my mouth goes numb, and then I want you to overload all over my face. I want you to pull my hair and grip my waist hard, I want you to fuck me in every position that exists, and then I want to create new ones with you. That’s what I want, Optimus."

Optimus opens and closes his intake a few times before letting out a low chuckle, and keeping his gaze locked with yours, he leans down further, gripping your ankle with extreme care. He lifts your leg and presses his lips to your soft skin, placing slow, wet kisses. “I promise I’ll do my best to satisfy you, my light.” His firm lips trace sensual kisses up your inner thigh where he gives a gentle bite, pulling a soft gasp from you. His large servos slide under your robe and move up to your hips, and he nearly growls when he realizes you’re wearing nothing underneath.

He unties your robe with practiced ease and lets the fabric fall open, revealing your naked body. His lips immediately move to your hip, kissing your warm skin with reverence. His servos squeeze your ass firmly, caressing in slow, circular motions, and your left hand reaches the back of Optimus' helm. He kisses downward, closer to your folds while keeping eye contact, and once you nod repeatedly, he finally runs his glossa along your slit, savoring your taste. His optics close in pleasure and he moans before using two digits to part your lips and suck on you slowly.

You grab his helm and let out a loud moan at the sensation. You could hear the mech’s cooling fans working overtime. His skilled glossa moved through your pussy, exploring every corner slowly and thoroughly. He alternated between sucking your clit and fucking you with his glossa, truly devouring you like a starving mech. You close your eyes and cry out his name loudly in pleasure. He quickly grabs one of your legs and props it up on his shoulder, then grips your waist firmly as he rises to his pedes, pulling a surprised squeak from you, followed by giggles.

You let your robe fall to the floor, now completely naked, and grab his helm with both hands, grinding your hips against him to increase the friction. ���Fuck, yes Optimus... Keep going...” your heavy breathing gives away your state as you grind harder “Fuck, fuck, fuck... Almost there...” When your orgasm hits, your eyes roll back in pleasure and a long moan escapes your lips. Optimus drinks up every drop of you, not wasting a single bit, moaning with pleasure as his spike is fully pressurized, still hidden behind his modesty plate.

“You’re delicious, better than any energon,” he says while licking his lips and staring at you hungrily, and you smile at the sight “Now I want to suck you.” Without a second thought, Optimus releases his spike and grips your waist firmly before flipping you upside down in a careful motion. You laugh loudly when you realize what he wants, but the sound is soon muffled by a moan as he returns to eating your pussy with his glossa.

Wasting no time, you grab the mech’s thick, heavy spike with one hand and stroke it a few times, your thumb brushing the tip where a translucent pink drop is dripping. Your lips wrap around the head and you suck slowly, your tongue teasing the slit while the mech lets out a muffled moan. Biolights pulsing for you, you trail kisses down the shaft before licking from base to tip. You open your mouth wide and take as much of Optimus’ spike as you can, sucking eagerly. Your head bobs with the movements as you relax your throat, trying to take more of him. What didn’t fit in your mouth, you stroked with both hands, twisting your wrists and alternating the rhythm.

Optimus moaned loudly but was muffled by your delicious pussy. Even before you started dating, he had fantasized about interfacing with you. He’d lost count of how many nights he stayed up, jerking off over and over again, using his battle mask to muffle the sounds. Sometimes he would stop mid-day and retreat to his habsuite just to get himself off, imagining what it would be like to frag you. And now, finally, you were here — and you tasted even better than anything his processor had ever conjured up. His spike buried deep in your warm mouth was easily one of the best sensations he’d ever had, but he urgently needed to be buried inside you. Reluctantly, he pulled away from your pussy “I need to frag you,” he growled, voice hoarse. You quickly released his spike, allowing him to flip you upright again, giving you a few seconds to adjust.

Once you’d caught your breath, he stepped up to the table and bent you over it, keeping your hips raised. One of his thick digits slid inside you, making you moan, and then he began to move it slowly. After a few seconds, he added another digit, and you gripped the edge of the table. Two of Optimus’ digits were about the girth of a human cock. He was carefully prepping you to take his spike, and you knew you'd be ruined for your own species after this. He spread his digits inside you, stretching and loosening you, drawing more moans and sighs. Impatiently, you gasped, “Optimus, I need you, I’m ready… Fuck me!” He leaned over your body and kissed your back tenderly. His digits slid out of your warm core, and he brought them to his lips, licking them clean slowly to savor your taste.

His servo gripped his spike and aligned it with your entrance, pushing in slowly. You felt a delicious stretch as the head of his spike finally entered your pussy, making you bite your lip and close your eyes. You were so tight and warm that Optimus nearly overloaded right then and there. He wasn’t inexperienced, he had his fair share of fun over the long years, even during the war. But nothing compared to the feeling of being inside you. No valve had ever been this tight. He felt intoxicated as he placed a servo on your back and took in the size difference between you.

Gradually, he kept pressing in until he was fully sheathed, his pelvic plating flush against your ass. He let you adjust for a few minutes, and once you moved your hips back toward him, he knew he could start. Optimus began thrusting at a calm, almost shy pace, but slowly increased speed and force. Your loud moans mingled with his, and the lewd sound of your pussy taking his strong thrusts echoed as his plating slammed into your ass. Optimus brought a servo to your hair, threading his digits into it and giving it a gentle tug, pulling a loud moan from you. You turned your head slightly and looked at him over your shoulder, flashing him a mischievous smile.

While fragging you, the mech watched your ass bounce hypnotically. Instinctively, he brought his servos to each cheek and spread them, exposing your anus. He watched the tight hole contract around nothing and felt an urge to kiss it, suck it like he had your pussy. Still mesmerized, he pressed the tip of one digit into your ass, pulling a heavy sigh from you as you moved your hips to meet his thrusts. He sped up again and leaned over you once more, pressing his chassis to your back but careful not to let all his weight rest on you. His lips kissed your neck softly, and he whispered in your ear, “Next time, I want to frag this hole. Actually, I want both. I want to fill every hole you have with my transfluid.”

You moaned loudly at his filthy words and reached up to caress his helm. “I’m so close, don’t stop…” your voice came out broken, and you shut your eyes tight, giving yourself fully to the moment. Optimus returned to position and kept thrusting, letting go of your ass to grip your hips firmly. His helm fell back and he closed his optics in pure bliss, soaking in your cry of pleasure as you finally came. You clenched around his spike, and with a few more deep thrusts, he overloaded, his voice box glitching with intensity. He kept moving slowly, letting his transfluid fill your pussy, then pushed his hips tight to your ass, sealing it in. “That was… Incredible…” you said in a trembling voice, and he let out a soft chuckle, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

“You’re incredible,” he replied lovingly, trailing kisses along your neck. “I love you, my ray of light.” You smiled like a fool at his confession and rested your head on your arm, replying sweetly, “I love you too, big guy.” Then he finally slipped out of you, drawing moans from both of you. The sight of his transfluid dripping from your hole and pooling on the floor was enough to pressurize his spike all over again. He slipped two digits inside and pushed the pinkish liquid back in. Then he knelt down and gripped your ass cheeks, spreading them. Without hesitation, he leaned in and ran his glossa over your anus, then down to your pussy, slurping up your mixed fluids with vigor as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. You let out a loud moan at the sensation and couldn’t hold back a laugh, thinking how not long ago he was too shy to even touch you — And now, you knew this night with him would be long.

Author’s Notes: Hey again! Just a quick heads-up that I’ve got a few asks in my inbox and I’m working on all of them. If you requested something, know that I’ve seen it and I’m already on it. XOXO! ❀❤

[raileurta]

Symbiosis

Imagine a universe where humans and Cybertronians are from the same planet; where it's a combination of earth and cybertron just extra big. On this planet organic and inorganic life coexist rather peacefully. A lot of them actually rely on each other. For transformers until they have a human partner they are unable to be a full combat efficiency and they can't really groom themselves. Humans being on a rather large hard to traverse planet with a lot of dangerous creatures is hard for them to protect themselves and travel far distances. There are emotional benefits of course as they are both fairly sociable species who likes having companions.

So every few weeks or so transformers and humans will get together to talk and exchange services. No matter if the Cybertronian is an autobot or a decepticon. During these events bots will try to get a human buddy; with bribes, friendships, anything of the sort.

Humans are quite valuable to the inorganic species considering their ever lasting centuries-long war. So all bots are pretty protective over their human charges. This has led to many problems of bots becoming too controlling and or overly possessive. Which causes humans to be more reluctant to bond with a transformer causing these relationships to be more rare that causes bots to be more possessive over their human(s). It's a nasty cycle that keeps feeding into itself that is definitely going to lead problems down the road but for now things are relatively peaceful.

[smallestapplin]

Defensor gets a kiss

Defensor’s wiki made me cry so have this.

Warnings : gn!reader, heavily implied all protectobots have feelings for you. Just short fluff.

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You should be scared when heavy pede steps approach your hiding place, the very hiding place First Aid placed you in before rushing off to counter the cons, but as the ceiling was removed of the abandoned building you are left face to face with one large bot, who looks so relieved to see you’re still okay.

He says your name so softly, carefully he reaches down, placing a servo to the ground silently asking you to step up. Staring at his arm you realize it’s Blades, you almost question if the bot would let you step over him like this, but you don’t find yourself hesitating. You step into the center of his servo, sitting down as he begins to slowly raise you up, smile on his face plate.

“You’re okay! I was so worried the cons had found you, I’m so happy.”

He sounds adorable to you. In all your time with they autobots you don’t think you’ve ever met him, you know he’s a combination of your friends but in his way his own thinking mech, it’s so odd to think about but how can you when he’s looking at you like you hung the moon and stars for him?

He stands up straighter letting the building’s roof go, the rumbling shaking you, you hold on tightly to one of his much larger digits for safety but he is quick to coo at you, bringing his now freed servo to your other side to cup around you for extra security.

“Don’t worry, nothing will hurt you so long as I am still standing.” 

You get the feeling such a sweet mech is completely different on the battlefield, to know the very servos that hold you so lovingly have likely spilt energon just in the name of protecting your planet, you feel special. A fleeting thought of why the team hasn’t split apart comes to mind, though swiftly out of the window when he lifts you higher, careful to set you on his shoulder. His engine(s) purring at the press of your much smaller softer cheek nuzzling against his neck cables.

“Thank you, I know I won’t have to worry about anything with you around, big guy!”

His bright blue optics practically sparkle, widening a fraction but his smile stretches across his face, cheeks dusting a soft blue, barely able to contain his excitement and joy. If there was one thing the protectobots could agree on it was you, the team usually arguing who gets to hang out with you first, who gets to have you, but in this form they all get what they want.

Time with you.

The titan of a mech is careful in his steps, walking slow to not jostle you around too much. With the threats gone he doesn’t have to worry about any harm coming to you, he can finally spend time with you even if now that time is fleeting.

The large mech enjoys this, enjoys the small warmth you give off, your pitiful EM field now pressed against the side of his face allowing him to feel your happiness, letting him know how content you truly are just to be with him like this as he walks back to base.

“Defensor?” 

He already knows what you’re going to ask, he can already feel a handful of conflicting feelings in a silent argument about telling you why he doesn’t just unfuse and travel back to the autobot base that way, true it would be a lot faster, but who would you ride with?

But he smiles at you, stopping just shy of the base as he gently takes you off his shoulder, holding you up to his face plate.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to spend time with you, it’s not often I get to be like this.”

Despite knowing he can’t stay like this forever, he loves that he gets to spend any amount of time he can with you. The large mech blinks as you stand from your spot, stepping to the edge of his servos before he can warn you about safety, you kiss the tip of his Olfactory Sensor, smiling back at the blushing mech.

“I don’t mind, you’re much too sweet to have a rare appearance like this, it’s always nice to see you.”

His frame is overheating at that alone, steam coming from his helm as he tries to carefully but quickly set you down. Once to the ground you speak once more.

“I hope that’s not starting an argument.” You laugh, it only dies down when you see the apologetic look on his face plate, you let out a loud sigh, “yeah, I should’ve guessed. Proceed.”

You are not at all surprised for him to unfuse, though are surprised when Blades comes in swinging forgetting you are right there to hear him shouting.

“If you cowards aren’t gonna do it, I will!” Just to be marching his way to you, and then tackled by the rest of the team.

Hot Spot covering the flight bot’s intake while the others are all yelling over each other about ... .the kiss you gave defensor? Well, these are your bots, might as well give them all a little smooch to clear it up.

[nightmare-xlife]

The ponies are escalating. What started as a fun re-designing exercise, has now turned into a full blown AU.

So have a small comic, a family tree and some doodles and designs. As well as a few notes at the end with some explanations and small bits of lore.

Extra Notes:

I always liked the theory, that in TFA the protoform of Sari came from the Decepticons or more specifically Megatron.

I also find it incredibly hilarious how in Season 1, Megs keeps trying to build himself a new body, but just causes more sentient bots to be created, making him essentially a dad.

So I made both Soundwave and Sari his kids, although he only raised Soundwave (extremely reluctantly) and left Sari at a random door in a neutral town with her adoptive father Professor Sumdac.

I already have a few plot points focused around Megatron's family, mainly how his own raising impacted him as a father.

The idea of the 'cons giving up their kids is a reappearing theme. Since the Autobots and Decepticons are at war, a lot of 'cons leave their young in neutral towns, so they are not impacted by the war.

The Autobots are the complete opposites. They heavily rely on their community to help raise their young. Especially siblings help each other out.

As an example, Ultra Magnus and Alpha Trion were both single-fathers when raising OP, SP and RP, so they worked together. When one of them had a shift or had to go to the frontlines, the other took care of the kids. They also lived in the same house for convenience. This meant that cousins like OP and SP grew up seeing each other more as brothers.

The younger ponies also tend to early on become part of the war. In hard times, they would be considered the last line of defense and would be taking care of the younger fillies.

Some of the earlier, more saver missions young ponies get to do are reconnaissance/scouting missions, where small teams are sent out to look for new resources, allies and places to set up base.

On one these missions, Optimus's team ends up in the neutral town Sari is living in, known as Detroit. From there our story kicks off as Sari decides to set out together with Team Prime. This gets back to Megatron, who sends out his own team to track them down, determined to make sure Sari does not end up an Autobot.

[revelboo]

Maybe some optimus, metroplex, or tfp ratchet pretty please🙏 I have no special reason bc you always make sure we're fed regularly I'm just addicted to them💅 *looping around your legs like a cat and you're holding the treat bag*

Also I am floored over some(all tbh) of the other characters recent chapters and just how many different paths all these stories are on and how well they all flow like do you somehow have extra storage space in your brain??? Where can I get the update installed for myself😂how the hell are you sorting all these bc you may pump them out fast but thats still like a lot of things to track😅 plz tell me you have a comically large brick of sticky notes you're slowly going through bc otherwise real talk if youre just rawdogging this all by memory plz ignore the request and give your brain a rest🙏we ly but plz make sure to take breaks with lots of snacks and sleep💗

Nah, I just keep track of them in my head. I’m weird like that 😅 I’m doing better now. First day I’ve woken up without a headache in two weeks

I Can Feel You Pt 11

Metroplex x Reader

• Rasping softly, brows creasing in frustration that he can’t speak. Still. Keeps his head turned toward where you’re sitting on a table with Ratchet’s tools as the medic works to repair the drone’s damaged systems. To give him a voice again. Something pulls, hurts and there’s a burst of staticky noise. “Little one,” he says, not his voice, but his words. And you stand, little fingers fisted in the blanket Ratchet has given you. “I think everything should be back online now, but take it easy. This drone’s been inactive for centuries,” Ratchet says. But he’s not listening, focused on you as he mass shifts the drone to your size, the energy strain slamming through him in drowning pain. Crippling him and severing the connection to the drone. Hearing Ratchet’s frustrated, “What did I just say?”

• Visor dimming, the drone sags. “Metroplex?” Looking from him to Ratchet when the medic vents tiredly. “Is he gone again?” Nodding, the medic slams down a tool a bit rougher than necessary. “Can I sit with him until he comes back? Please,” you add as he frowns at you.

• “Probably not a good idea. Any involuntary movement could hurt you even at that size,” he mutters so you content yourself with sitting on the edge of the table, legs dangling. “We should at least get some answers,” he grumbles. “No matter how much damage we repair, he’s rerouting energy somewhere and staying critically low.” Hesitating as he begins cleaning his tools, he looks at you, expression critical. “Hound told me you’d said the Titan was speaking to you.”

• Face heating at the memory that speaking isn’t all you’d done, you shrug weakly. “He was lonely. I started talking to him first.” Because you’d been lonely, too. Overlooked a lot of the time by the Autobots just because you’re so small, an after thought most of the time. Easily forgotten. But Metroplex had heard you, seen you. Reached out in return. Echoing your loneliness and halving it.

• Again. Frustrated as he retreats deeper into himself, knows he needs to build energy again. Be patient. But the drone is there with you. It’s mass displaced. These are steps forward, not stumbles. He just has to remain on course. You’re waiting for him. You’ll be right there. He needs to believe it, desperate to hold you in his arms even if they’re borrowed. To recharge with your heartbeat against him, to hear your soft voice and to be able to answer. Wants to hear about your day, your dreams, everything. And he’s getting closer to that goal. Closer to you.

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[transformers-synergize]

TF Synergized master post

Things are always getting added to the master post, Transformed Synergized is written and illustrated by @kray-zay co-written and edited by @hazydaisyislazy

comic

ch1 pages 1-29 ch1 pages 30-45 ch2 pages 1-5 ch2 page 6-10 ch2 page 11-15 ch2 page 16-20 ch2 page 21-26 ch2 page 27-30 ch2 page 31-36 ch2 page 37-40 ch2 page 41-48 ch2 page 49-53 ch2 page 54-60 ch2 page 61-66 ch2 page 67-71 ch2 page 72-75 ch2 page 76-79 ch2 page 80-83

ref images

Prowl Hound Cliffjumper Red Alert Smokescreen Wheeljack Moonracer Tracks Sunstreacker and Sideswipe main humans (Spike, Sparkplug, Raoul, Carly, Chip) Ransack if a character ref is not listed here, they were either cut, will show up at a later point, or the design and original role have been heavily changed do not go off old ref images not linked on the master post, some of the characters in the Autobot old lineup I posted are now canonically dead before the story even starts

cybertronian lore

cybertronian noises optic color lore cybertronian diet cybertronian gender (or lack there of) cybertronians proboscis Wheeljacks jaw holoforms? energon effect on organics? flyer and seeker lore cybertonian lifespan more cybertronain lifespan stuff and some seeker stuff cybertronain body laugue and optic exprsions how bug like? bot sizing rules basics on cybertronain cords Lore not on the master post is likely out of date.

story stuff

main human ages when does synergized take place the war ark built for, and its pincers what are the bots looking for? are their any ocs? they/them

project related

voice claims/ VA headcanons? what age range is synergized intended for main character? Will my fav show up? all the bots kinda look like bugs? fanart?

uncompressed pages https://transformers-synergize.thecomicseries.com/comics/1/#content-start

help support the project coming soon... discord https://discord.gg/kf5KWH9qbU discord is 18+ sfw

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check the tags of some of these posts to get a lil extra info

[glitchgh0sty]

asking on anon because i’m scared, but i’m genuinely obsessed with your con!prowl stuff.. do you have like, a definitive static reference of him for fanart purposes.. RAAAAAH

Do not be afraid little anon! Come’ere! 😭🫶

This is the main design I’ll probably be sticking to,, but for real? As long as the eye colors match up feel free to draw inspo from whichever continuity soup you like <333

So,, now’s the time to discuss this techy nonsense Prowler’s hooked himself up to <33

All over his body he’s got attachments that help him transfer over to the “hive mind” of databases and simulative scenarios. They help further immerse him into the soldiers surroundings so he can better quantify what can and can’t work for each specific division,,

Because in each important task unit, there might be one or two special soldiers,, hooked with extra sensors, Prowl can slide into their perspectives and feed their generals data through his live observations [capturing these soldiers has only fed into the ghost stories around Autobot camps 🤫]

ALSO Yes,, he can take these extensions off by himself [albeit not easily], think of it like wearing headphones all day, but like all over [and inside-ish] your body,, so taking them off is just like a pressure release and lets you know how hot you’ve been running [not really nice on his processor so they’ve got him hooked up to coolant almost 24-7]

ALSO ALSO Extra,, the setup he’s got in his lil office has a simulatory area specifically for his wings, [more techy nonsense ✨] but he’s basically able to feel the surroundings of the units better, helping with reaction time,, and no, his wings are not supposed to be extended that far for that long, like ever, so they get cold and sore frequently [like when you hold your fingers apart for too long 👀]

All in all, he’s having a positively lovely time following the rules and fighting for the heroic Decepticon cause,, ^u^7

[rabotimagines]

How do we feel about Cybertronians going into heat specifically just for horny purposes, not reproduction? Cause I just thought about Autobot Cybertrionian reader going into heat and just doing the equivalent of a cat in heat howling with em field pulses or whatever. Maybe some dumb Decepticon plan back fires, and the results kick starts turned off code back up and readers so horny they feel like they're gonna die.

And while the gang has to both keep reader safe from the Decepticons who are thinking, you look extra extra kidnappable right about now. And also the other dumbass Autobots who just really aren't used to this and- your arrays soaking wet with pre lubricants- can they just not help you overload even once? Please???? You're basically begging for a spike or valve to whoever you can.