#transformers shrapnel

[cryerrscar1et]

I need to draw Shrapnel more often

[mechstims]

Can you do G1 Shrapnel?

G1 Shrapnel

insecticons my beloved <3 theyre such a silly lil group.

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[infinitealpacas700]

I love these stupid bugs way too much

[robotshowtunes]

Shrapnel's antler-like mandibles are able to attract, generate, and control electrical current. On their own, they can generate up to 40,000 V of energy and can channel even more current in the proper weather conditions. By careful manipulation, Shrapnel can use his antennae to control almost all electrically powered mechanical devices. In robot mode, he can channel his electrical bolts through his arms.

Electricity effects from Vecteezy

[floofsqueak]

pros: he and his brothers will keep your planet clean and consume garbage to recycle into a powerful energy source Super Juice™ that you need to survive :) very nice!! cons: you are the garbage, garbage WIP Shrapnel redesign (you do not know how painful it is to figure out how to get his G1 color scheme to work because hes shaped like a lego)

[waleedgamil]

MOVIE : Shrapnel

watch full movie for free : https://bit.ly/4aytBsZ

[lucidia-sys]

Doodles of @drill-teeth-art humanformer designs for the Insecticons I had done a couple days ago

(Wow this took a lot to post, I am very intimidated by cool people. I hope you like them, Rumble 😁)

[revelboo]

Help!!! Not the sparklings. But this good, nobody aside from starscream has done sparkplay. Which means no accidents yet with the autobots (looking at op and prowl) and neither with rumble/frenzy. Rip sounders and star, but congrats to thunder and roddy (in the kinks piece). So the “protection” is not doing sparkplay. Got it…. The last patt mentations accidentally giving the spark to others. Does that imply we might get a bot mechpreg?

Reader can give the spark to another bot during a combination of interfacing and sparkplay once they’ve had it long enough that it’s stable. And unfortunately, I can see the Insecticons taking full advantage of the infinite spark generation glitch with their human once they figure it out down the road to build up their numbers. Because it’s only a spark entangled in them, unless something goes wrong, the reader probably wouldn’t realize they’re sparked at all unless the bot straight up tells them or they pick it up through the bond during sparkplay if their partner thinks about it or they go digging in their memories. At some point there’d be a sense of something at the edge of their awareness, but reader wouldn’t connect the dots most likely and in the case of multiple partners, is likely to be too distracted to snoop in their bond mate’s mind.

Insecticons- swarm snippet 18+ 🌶️

• Arching back against Shrapnel, head on his shoulder, your hips buck at the feel of Bombshell’s glossa stroking against you, spearing inside you again and again as he growls. Feel Shrapnel’s sharp denta against your shoulder teasing the skin and then Kickback is catching your chin to turn your head so he can claim your mouth, one of his hands braced on Bombshell’s upper back for balance. You’d figured out the hard way when they first snatched you that there’s something off about their saliva, some kind of pheromones that leave you a needy mess in their servos. Something they take full advantage of every single time, your cry muffled by Kickback when you come apart.

• Glossa sliding over you as you whimper, head tipped back and Kickback’s mouth on yours, Bombshell pushes his brothers back, hearing Kickback’s startled chirp of protest as the kiss is broken. Shrapnel’s hands wandering over you as he supports you, keeping you open. Shifting over you, Bombshell drives into you, hissing as you tremble under him and around his spike, gripping him as he ruts against you. “Mine,” he snarls.

• “You mean ours, ours,” Shrapnel hisses in annoyance, hips rocking against your soft back where you’re lying on him, grinding himself against you as you writhe under Bombshell. Their little queen. Soft hair rubbing against him as you make those breathy little cries, those prey sounds that make him want to chase you down to claim all over again. A game the four of you have played so often.

• Pulling one of your hands to him as Bombshell’s thrusts become more urgent and Bombshell pulls back the plating protecting his spark, Kickback runs his glossa against your soft palm, sucking and nipping at your thumb before rolling on his side closer to you and his brothers, tugging your hand to his spike, shuddering when you obediently grip and stroke him. Hears Bombshell snarling, hips snapping against you with those wet sounds. “Give it to me,” Bombshell snarls, voice strained and desperate.

• Whimpering as he drives you ruthlessly to that peak again, you feel Shrapnel’s servos tighten on your hips as he begins bucking up, grinding himself urgently against your lower back. Drowning in Bombshell as his spark snares you and pulls you under. Overwhelmed by their bodies, their pheromones, and Bombshell wrapping himself around you, that strange feeling of being seen and cradled in light. Feel him coaxing at you, insistent and urgent just like every other time and you relax into it. Letting go and there’s a curious sense of loss, like whatever he’s taking matters, it’s important and then you’re coming apart under him. Hear Bombshell hiss as he releases into you, wetness against your lower back and then your hip as Kickback rolls more and ruts against your skin. Laying there dazed and trembling, you hear a chitter and know there’s another Insecticon crawling around outside your nest. There’s more and more lately, your hive growing, and the new ones don’t bother or touch you, dropping their heads whenever you’re near making you think your mates had told them not to even look at you. Rarely even speaking to you except to acknowledge you as their queen and then move on. But where are they coming from? Kickback shifting against you, denta grazing your jaw distracts you from the question.

[drunkenmantis]

Alien robot doodles

[elili0000]

yes Insecticon valveplug comic,pls enjoy the meal

here

[drill-teeth-art]

Da Bug Queen 👑

[cryerrscar1et]

umm... transgenders ??

[runawaymac]

Can we get a silly bug guy Shrapnel!

sigh I lov ug

[crying-fantasies]

Insecticons

Masterlist

Featuring G1! Shrapnel, Bombshell and Kickback, smut/fluff/humor, CW: stretch marks fetish too(?), insect courting (goes with the mech I guess?), oral (receiving), the Insecticons do it like insects and you rock their world moving, Bombshell is into gore (caution).

Most wildlife on Earth are optic catching, sometimes colorful or dull, they have come to realize it is sometimes due to the species and the regulations of their environment or to attract a mate.

They've been on Earth for so long, they've seen it all and eaten it all, stripes and dots, wings and long legs, Kickback can't stop to compare those with the ones of his alt-mode, but also notices the lack of other patterns, he likes the stripes, for example, the way they look pretty and he has seen insects with them, shiny colors as they follow a possible mate around, flying and showing themselves to prove worthy of continuing their primitive organic coding.

He felt jealous, he won't lie about it, looking at the two things canoodling, immersed in their world, interfacing could be good, but Shrapnel is mean, he likes to zap him, and Bombshell would pluck out his wings in his version of foreplay.

So when he finds you he can hardly stop his antenna and wings from picking up at the sight of you. Suddenly understanding the reason cicadas sing at dusk, and male mantis let their female eat their head, his alt-mode may be a grass jumper, but his song makes your hands hold your little audials in distress, he promises to practice more when Shrapnel tells him to shut up. He should tell them, they are his partners, but he is also sure Shrapnel will try to steal you away, Bombshell, Primus no, he could cut you open to see how you worked from the inside.

Too much risk, it was better to see you on the outskirts of their hideout, where they wouldn't see you, and to get you away from any other Decepticon, oh, but if Autobots dared to see you he was promising to snap their helms from their frames, such is the insecticon’s way.

Not much progress was made, and Kickback understood, that maybe you only mate in certain seasons or had to eat something nourishing, it was fine, he was good with holding your tiny hands, letting you sleep above his chassis, and even changing colors slightly, one day, after your session of sunbathing, he noticed.

Could have been the warm season, could have been the necessity to show off, but his optics centered over your exposed skin so much that his visor was glowing, how could you blame him? He just saw something he never expected to see in you.

Something that he never knew would make his spark bloom with excess energy.

“Kicky, dim off the lights I can't see”

You had stripes, pretty ones at that, of a slightly different color than the rest of your skin, his spark started to cycle along his biolights, and you smiled while asking a happy “What?” when his servos and digits started to roam over the different textures on your stripes, “stop it” There was no ounce of malice as you pushed him away by his helm, his sharp denta gripped at your wrist in a playful nip.

Maybe you were entering your mating season, or not, as you just continued to sunbathe above him, not minding where his servos roamed over more exposed skin as days passed by and the heat started to rise, more stripes started to appear, Kickback counted them as a way to pass the time, solar panels doing their work as you indulged in a collection of sheets done with plants, it was another day basking in your presence.

Until he felt the change of static in the area, a single designation popping on his processor as he tried to rush you out of their territory.

Shrapnel found out about you, most likely with Bombshell tailing behind him.

It was no surprise when his fits of protection did nothing more than give him a beating as you tried to get away as soon as possible, his leader reminding him of the no humans rule, to think with his tank was one thing that Shrapnel understood, but to think to mingle with a human was another different, still, that didn't stop Kickback to try and explain his case with the obvious interest from Bombshell.

Things were laid out clearly and strictly, no biting, no killing, no dismembering, “I’m serious, Bomb”, and if you said no, Kickback was sure to protect you even if he was the youngest, assuring you to come back, his partners wouldn't do you any harm, what's more, they would like you and you, them, little by little.

But Shrapnel wanted to try, showing off his alt-mode just as Bombshell did the same, “Are not all organics attracted to these displays?”, turns out, you don't, and it was agonizing, “How can you look at my frame and feel nothing but lustful desire?”

Unsaid rejection became common, but also did the scratches, and the collective sunbathing, sooner than later Shrapnel wasn't so opposed to the idea of you near and even eating with them, fruits were reserved for your consumption once you showed up, Bombshell stopped looking at you strangely and in change started to be attracted to your stripes in the same way Kickback did, just that his servo stopped from being pulled way sooner than later.

When or how you finally caught your place in their hierarchy was a mystery, as one day you came back as always, the sun was bright and the wetness promised rusty plating and achy joints, Bombshell was in his usual sunbathing spot when you plopped next to him and kissed a side of his helm.

Kickback was thrilled to finally see an accepting gesture on your part, Shrapnel was mad for not being the first.

But you let him be first, expecting on the ground over towels and blankets you didn't want to ask their origin, his servos roamed over your body, and a bolt of electricity was evident before his digit pressed over your ribs, Bombshell hissed in warning, earning a growl from Shrapnel, attempting to calm himself, but he couldn't while watching your face so close when he rolled you over your first thought was that he liked this position.

Nothing could have prepared you when he penetrated, pumping greedily as his arms hugged you to him, pressing you a little to the front, ass up, chattering as he always does, “so nice and full, such great Earthling, earthling”, Shrapnel mouthed over your neck once he finally slammed home.

He didn't move for a while, and it made Kickback retain a whimper, imagining for himself how nice it would be to lay his transfluid inside your body, did you have a forge? If you did and it was active, then all their problems about being outnumbered would be gone.

But humans work differently from insects, “huh, who could've thought”, Shrapnel said after he growled over your squirming body, trying to keep you close and immovable as he mounted you from behind, finally letting go of the stiffness as you, the innovative, delightful creature that you are, started rocking your hips against him, earning a different kind of growl, words chocked on his glossa as he began to move too, “Wait, Earthling, wait, wait” feeling all the crevices inside, your innermost flesh pushing and turning over his nodes just right as he was a mess, sprawled over your rear, holding to you, dripping noises could be heard, Bombshell only watched, calculative as always, apparently impressed by the way Shrapnel seemed so lost in you, eagerly waiting for his turn, Kickback wasn't so lucky, last in the hierarchy meant last to be served, he was soon to reach a newfound limit while watching you pursuit release, moving and working hard for it, ready to overload as your face showed nothing but pleasure once Shrapnel started to move too.

His painful and hot array was noticed by Bombshell, but he only watched for a second before returning his optics to his leader and you, whimpering almost in silence as your face contorted in full bliss as Shrapnel dumped loads inside you.

It was messy, the way Shrapnel’s spike was drenched by transfluid and whatever your body secreted was nauseating but also made them go and clean both with purring content, Kickback was soon to start cleaning his leader but Bombshell stopped him, servo over his midsection and throwing him next to your trembling body, “go first” is all he said while tending to his leader, who almost overloads again, Kickback didn't have to be told twice before holding your hips with his servos, massaging over the stripes on your rear and the beginning of your leg struts, purring so hard at the surprised sound you made once the clarity came back to your foggy mind, just to find him grinning like a maniac between your legs, showing off sharp fangs, dermas soon touching over your array panel, or lack thereof, glossa soon following, cleaning transfluid that has already dripped away and pushed what he can save inside once again, content at the sound you make as he frags you with his glossa and the way your hips can hardly move, held back by his servos as he has dropped to the floor, kneeling to let you have some leverage, your hands come to his helm, trying to rut against his faceplate, his chuckle makes you moan by how it vibrates to your tender flesh, “told you they would like you”.

.

The G1 Insecticons always was a soft spot for me, I like their madness and whole destructive factor, but there is little of them in the series or the fandom, praying this little work gets people more worked up on them because damn, they're so fine.

@tf-kinktober2024

[ichbinmeltdown]

Made an alignment chart that's entirely compromised of random me lore

Also a blank version

Edit: FUCK I JUST REALIZED THAT THE BLANK VERSION IS THE OLD ONE FROM BEFORE I CHANGED IT TO "EVERY SOCIAL MEDIA SITE" AGH I'M GONNA FIX THAT NOW

[floofsqueak]

new profile pic who this? its Shrapnel! but in my own redesign, maybe TFP-fied?