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hello! i really like your sentinel x megatron drabble and was happy to find that there's someone else who also liked that crackship. this isnt an ask, more like a thank you for letting me know im not alone in this💝

aww, hi!🥹 I'm happy that you like my stuff! Even if it was mech-on-mech brainrot lmaooo— there are tons of Sentinel x Megatron stuff out there. Just gotta find the good ones. ik you didn't ask for it but here's a lil follow-up just because:^) thank you to the blog that recommended Surrogate on AO3, it's a fantastic read if you haven't already, anon!

CONTENT WARNING; uhh 18+, minors DNI, mech-on-mech, not proofread<3

Do I Wanna Know? — TF One Sentinel x Megatron

The cell was dim. Intimate yet suffocating even without the addition of his shackles. Sentinel's head was bowed, kneeling on cold metal without being bound. He didn't need it anymore. Not when Megatron had installed a collar. Not when the supreme leader of the Decepticons rewired his entire frame to go into heat at command. And especially not when his traitorous systems were lighting up with feverish want, thrumming in tune with the override signal now pulsing from the collar around his neck.

It didn't feel like code. It felt like Megatron's touch. Like fingers curling in his spark chamber with gentle cruelty that threatened to consume him. His T-cog was given back at least. Only because Megatron liked seeing him try and hide just how obvious the collar affected him. Sentinel grit his denta hard enough to crack. His frame was overheating, internal fans already working overtime to cool him down for the last joor. Slick dripped down his thighs, spike half-pressurized unbidden yet clearly wanting. A buzzing ache built inside him, too hot to contain.

Wrong.

Violent. Feral.

And Megatron? He watched like he always did, leaning against the doorframe in routine. Like he didn't just hijack the ex-Prime's body and left him to melt on the floor of his throne room behind metal bars. His abdominal strut cramps once and he groans quietly, reacting to the silver mech's presence already.

“You're resisting,” drawled Megatron, striding forward until he was in front of the cage's entrance. His heavy frame moving like a storm barely restrained, growling rumbling through him like thunder. “Why?”

Sentinel couldn't help but snarl, but it cracks halfway through. Half drunk on heat. “Because this isn't me, you monster—!”

The door opens and Megatron walks in while Sentinel shudders like he's just been touched by live wire. Can't help it that he's reaching for him, clenching his servos into a fist to avoid doing just that. “It is you,” Megatron insists, crouching down to optic-level. “It's you without all that pathetic posturing. All that Prime rhetoric. All that fake honor.”

He catches Sentinel's chin with a firm grip, so commanding it makes the ex-Prime yank himself away but fail to succeed anyway.

“You want to be clean,” purred the Decepticon, thumb smearing lubricant off Sentinel's inner thigh, twitching and sensitive only for Megatron to lift it to his intake and swipe a glossa over the slickness of his lubricant. “But you're filthy. You were always flithy.”

“F-ffrag you.” Sentinel whimpered, thighs flexing at the slightest of touches.

“Patience, Prime. You will.”

A low growl rumbled in Megatron's chest, something unhinged simmering beneath those half-lidded scarlet optics now—something twisted and hungry. Not just lust. Or revenge. Something darker. Needier. And it's purely on instinct that the Prime braces himself on all fours when the ‘Con finally circles behind him. Processor fogged with heat while something animalistic overrides his command logic.

His valve cycling open wetly in preparation as Megatron presses against the mech's backstrut, venting heat down his nape while he releases his spike and grinds it along the seam. Not penetrating. Not yet. Just teasing and torturing the other. “You should be in chains,” Megatron whispers, dragging rough servos over Sentinel's trembling hips. “But this is better. You're on your knees by choice. Heat begging for me and your valve drooling on my floors.”

The Prime bit back a sob, feeling his optics flood with salty lubricant. “I hate you.”

“I know,” and Sentinel freezes like the words shock him. Megatron murmuring in his audio receptors to cup the ex-Prime's twitching spike, feeling him arch back with canting hips to relieve himself of the ache. Dividing Sentinel's already heated attention with a stroking caress. It was almost too easy. “And still, I think about how we could've been every night.”

He tugs on Sentinel's drooling spike faster, making the upright mech shudder and clamp a servo over his mouth shut as though it did anything to muffle to sinful noises that spilled through the gap of his digits. Pure, gold wings twitching with sensitivity.

Megatron tugged again—slower now, cruel in his precision. Just enough to make Sentinel’s spike pulse with the threat of overload, but never enough to tip him over. His palm was broad and warm, ridged plating catching along the sensitive cables with every pump, while his thumb flicked over the venting slit at the tip. Over and over.

The Prime gasped, biting harder into his own palm, valve dripping freely between spread thighs. Wings twitching erratically, betraying his arousal to the air.

"Don't hold back," Megatron said, stroking firmer. “Let me hear you. It’s the only honest thing that ever comes out of your mouth.”

Sentinel sobbed against his hand as Megatron twisted his wrist, coaxing more transfluid from the tip. The sound was wet. Embarrassing. And it only got louder when he used both servos—one wrapped tightly around the base, the other pressing down flat against the swollen head. He rubbed slow circles there, smearing the leaking fluid into the already flushed spikehead with relentless focus.

Sentinel's hips bucked. He didn’t even mean to.

“You’re going to overload just from my hands,” Megatron growled, something dark and reverent bleeding into his voice. “So weak, Prime. Or maybe you’ve been waiting for this.”

Sentinel whined, voice gone high and wrecked, knees shaking.

“N-no— I don’t— don’t do this—”

Megatron leaned down, spike grinding against Sentinel’s soaked valve lips as his hands never stopped working. “Too late,” he rasped. “You’re almost there.”

Sentinel screamed.

The overload ripped through him, molten and humiliating. His spike twitched violently in Megatron’s grip, painting the mech’s claws with thick, hot transfluid that he didn’t bother wiping away. His frame collapsed partially, supported only by trembling arms as his valve spasmed open, heat-cycle scent now overpowering the room.

And that’s when he felt it. Megatron’s spike pressing right against his folds.

Thick. Hot. Rock hard.

But… twitchy. Unsteady.

Unfamiliar.

He froze.

His own body was still clenching in post-overload spasms, but he twisted just enough to glance over his shoulder.

"You— You're shaking,” he whispered, disbelieving. “You…?”

Megatron paused just for a second. Then leaned over him fully, his entire weight bearing Sentinel down into the cooling slab beneath them. “I’ve never,” he said quietly, optics glowing like coals. “Not with anyone.”

Sentinel’s processor stuttered.

“W-what?”

“I’ve dreamed about it,” Megatron whispered, lining himself up. “About you. About this. For decacycles. But I never took it.”

He pressed forward, and Sentinel arched—a helpless, traitorous moan spilling from his throat.

“I was waiting for something worth conquering,” Megatron breathed into his neck. “And now…”

A long, slow grind—no full thrust yet—just pressure.

“Now I’m going to lose it inside the thing I hate most.”

Sentinel sobbed again.

But he didn’t move away.

(*uhh insert Do I wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys here because Tumblr won't let me put it in🧍🏻‍♀️*)

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Oh hell, I’m still into gay robots n’ stuff

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I'm shy. Full under the cut.

Pros of He/She bisexual Ratchet: Simultaneous Old Man Yaoi and Old Woman Yuri polycule.

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had fun with sloppy lines and fun colors

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ok but what if Dom!Blurr and Sub!Shockwave tho. 

It all once again thanks to @schandbringer who, if you havent heard yet, is goddamn amazing and burns in this hell right next to me UwU

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Megatron x Shockwave

Ko-fi

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~Commission for @terminatedapathy ~

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possibly nsfw?

robot love fest. or something. interface cables are involved. as well as butt-touching.

Extra kawaii Shockwave. Seductive Soundwave. Meowgatron trying to give them equal attention, watching Shocky be adorable and getting turned on by Sounders. Uguguguuu.<333

I love Waves. Waves together. Waves with Megatron. Waves.

Drawn for Thomasu~

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gigafertz:

:] commission for qweety. aw ye

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Let’s freak

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https://www.tumblr.com/mychlapci/767597320417230848/cogless-d-16-stuffed-inside-megatronus-pussy?source=share

Oughhhhhh,,,,, idc if the centipedes come out of this somehow I just need to do something about this

Megatronus feels so awful about the poor bitty he found outside, lost and confused and with a gaping hole in his chest. The little one was going on about time travel and mining, clearly he was delusional from being separated from his family. His gift from Primus was so small, clearly he was too new to be away from a mentor or carrier to provide him any milk. D-16 is put on a strict routine of feeding at least 6 times a day. He's so confused on how he even got into this situation, but when his hero is cradling him in his arms and letting him drink the sweetest most comforting energon he's ever had and telling him how loved he was, he was not going to question it. He had a big cozy berth all to himself in Megatronus' chambers, the primes all seem endeared by him, and there was no hard labor to be done. Dee could enjoy the nice luxury life they always promised a retired miner after all their hard work.

While D-16 rested, the primes would talk about him. In particular, Alpha Trion was concerned that Megatronus' little mech still wasn't growing after finding him cycles ago. He clearly wasn't a minibot but he was still so small, and that's not even to mention the elephant in the room of his missing cog. Whatever animal ripped the cog out of a defenseless sparkling should be facing the worst punishment they could offer, but Dee is always insistent he was made like that. Megatronus says that if he just keeps D-16 on track with feeding he'll show more signs of recovery, but Solus offers him a better idea on how to get little D-16 what he really needs. Megatronus retired to his chamber after their meeting with much on his mind about his sparkling.

The primes met in the morning for council, noticing Megatronus still hadn't arrived. Normally Dee would at least be up and about earlier than even the primes themselves, but it didn't look like either had left Megatronus' room. Either he heard them gossiping or he had perfect timing, Megatronus rounded the corner slowly and announced his presence with an apology for being late. His servos were holding up his giant belly, and the biggest prime seemed to be slow on his feet. Solus was fast to pick up on Megatronus' condition and rushed to support her dear prime.

The two had made it back to the prime council meeting, Megatronus having to keep his chair pulled out further to make room for his active belly. The primes didn't know where to start with addressing Megatronus, except for Solus, who knew exactly what had happened. She smiled and kept a hand on Megatronus' belly, feeling the small movements and shifts inside his forge. Megatronus had done exactly as she suggested, and it already seemed to be having a positive effect.

Micronus' theory that D-16 was just an ordinary minibot didn't hold up when his frame was inspected, which led to Solus' pitch that D-16 was an early emerger. Very early emerging in fact that the little one was so excited to meet the world that his transformation cog hadn't fully developed. There wasn't much any normal mech could do if a mech pulled themself from a hot spot early. It was very rare and the bot typically wouldn't make it, but clearly their little D-16 was a survivor. It explained his confusion and his insistence he was born cogless, it was the only thing that filled every gap. Yes, no ordinary mech could fix Dee's stunted growth, but a prime could work a miracle. If D-16 was re-entered into a Prime's forge, he could finish his development like he was supposed to so he could finally start growing. It was just what Megatronus had done the night before. While D-16 was still sleepy and calm, Megatronus forced him up his valve and into his active forge. In just a few megacycles Megatronus would be able to safely deliver his sparkling again to be perfectly healthy, at least if Solus was correct.

And of course, come to find out after much time, Solus Prime was right as usual. Zeta Prime and Alpha Trion had held Megatronus' servos as he grunted and huffed out hard ventilations. Quintus was holding his legs open while Solus coaxed the helm out of Megatronus' valve. Clearly her plan worked, D-16 felt so much bigger coming out than going in. Megatronus squeezed his closest friend's servos, feeling like his valve was going to split in two around his bitty's helm. Alchemist and Solus encouraged him as they sat at his legs, but he couldn't very much see them over his bump. He let out a strained whine as Solus played with his anterior node, trying to get more lubricant in his valve and encouraging an overload to help combat some of the pain signals charging through him. Things moved faster once Megatronus overloaded, Dee's helm had fully emerged and his chunky shoulders were squeezing their way out of Megatronus. The typically strong and quiet prime cried out as he was stretched, his sparkling felt too big to even be coming out of him. He pushed hard, he just wanted it over with so he could have his bitty in his arms. It took another several hours until finally, Solus held Megatronus' fully emerged sparkling.

She handed him off to Megatronus, and he instinctively held his little one to his chest. D-16 lost his dark greys and was a bright and shiny silver. His red accents seemed brighter, and he had a hard panel covering where the hole once was in his chest. Megatronus opened it carefully, and felt his spark flutter as he stared at D-16's new transformation cog. Everything was perfect and his little one was finally healthy. His chest panels popped open to feed his new spark, and he cradled Dee just as he had before. His mechling had been reborn from his sickly state and was now the proper offspring of a prime, his dear little Megatron, who all the primes would love and care for together -🌱

aaaaaah god i thought i lost this, somehow. could not find this to save my damn life. god yes. this is how time travel shenanigans are to be used. poor D16, he just wouldn’t grow no matter how much milk Megatronus fed him :( poor thing, torn from the hot spot too early, confused and lost. a grown mech shouldn’t spent the rest of their life without a t-cog, it’s cruel.

hgrhh D16 is so small, though... Megatronus would only have a small bump at the start, constantly stroking his growing belly until his baby is born again. to D16, he simply went to sleep one night, had a very warm, hot dream, then woke up wet and cogged, cradled to Megatronus’ full chest...

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Oooohoho… bad end age swap prowl, buddy has so many problems. It’s okay, we can fix him!

Or, well I think Optimus can fix him. Like a million years later, way after prowl has ruthlessly stamped out the rumors and had all the other cadets scatted to the wind. Or dead, but who can prove it was on purpose?

Prowl still has some respect for his former mentors, he still believes in the Autobot cause. Which is why after he fucks up, makes a real and honest mistake that ends up getting a lot of mechs killed, he’s furious. When Optimus checks in on prowl after the fight he finds prowl with his face in one hand, the other holding a data pad so tight it’s a shock it hasn’t broken yet.

And he’s crying. Optimus can’t remember the last time he’s seen prowl cry anymore, it’s just been so long. His spark aches when prowl just quietly apologizes and asks him to leave. He’ll have a proper report after he goes over the casualty list.

He can hear the pain in prowls voice, but more importantly he can recognize the self loathing just radiating off prowl. Yes, prowl had made a mistake, but to say the outcome of the battle rested solely on him would be absolutely absurd. Not that’s it’s stopping mechs, including prowl himself, from blaming him. Optimus won’t have it.

He talks with prowl, refuses to leave, and eventually ends up around his desk, kneeling by him as he puts a hand on his shoulder. That eventually turns into prowl leaning against his windshield and crying. It’s still quiet, and he doesn’t move at all, but Optimus still thinks it’s good for him. But it just keeps coming, and Optimus can see that this has building up for so long and… they both kind of crack, just a little. Optimus opens his chest and prowl ends up nursing from him.

Prowl, in his awful state, takes the comfort offered, and Optimus just gently holds him as he slowly drinks from his pouch. They’re both a little out of practice, but eventually prowl pulls away and falls asleep. Optimus wisely leaves prowl in his office. He doesn’t want to, mind you, he wants to bring him to his hab, wrap him up in blankets and care for him, but he’s smart enough to know he shouldn’t. He can’t be sad though, because prowl trusted him! He cried, and cuddled and nursed from him all on his own! It’s been so long, and he knows he can’t expect it to happen again but he spark is soaring. He keeps it to himself for now, best not to get anyones hopes up, but if he can… if he sees the chance… maybe there can be something again.

It won’t be the same, prowl just isn’t their needy, soft little thing anymore. But maybe one day he’ll let him, let them ALL take care of him again.

ow poor Prowl... He'd be so furious, so disappointed with himself if one of his plans failed miserably and killed mechs in the process, especially if this was the first time something like that ever happened. All he wanted was to prove that he's good enough, that he knows what he's doing and now it's all crumpling beneath him :(

Optimus doesn't know what to say to calm him down but he certainly knows what to do. It's so... nice to have Prowl in his lap, suckling, again, despite the circumstances. Prowl is a little bigger, a little heavier, now, a little clumsy as he drinks from his nozzle, but after a while it feels like their little trainee never left... Maybe Prowl doesn't want the high command to be taking care of him anymore, but that doesn't mean they're not all still waiting for the day he does.

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Kinda want ageswap prowl to get found out by the other bots on base. His roommate keeping everyone informed on his stuffed animals was the start. when they all start noticing that he’s somehow becomes a personal favorite of all of high command, even though he doesn’t even actually do anything! (admittedly his work has been suffering, it’s just so hard to focus with the plug and ring)

Jazz probably hears about the rumors first, that prowl has been sleeping with them all. That he’s blackmailing them, making them treat him well. Or, of course, the ones that are waaay to close for comfort, like that prowl fucks the plushies… he tries his best to subtly redirect them but there’s only so much he can do

And then one day the twins get a notification that prowl has taken his plug out, takes off his ring, all of it. Anytime any of them try to talk to him, or try to punish him for it he fights back. Not in a fun way either, they can tell something has him extremely upset. Especially when they notice he’s gotten rid of all of his cute things.

They also notice the mocking looks and remarks he’s getting in the halls. And eventually some bot gets caught selling a vid, and it all clicks. It’s a vid of prowl, being held down by multiple mechs off screen, with the camera angled between his legs so you can see his face while he crys and begs. They play with him a bit before bringing one of his stuffed animals in, ripping a little hole in it, and using it as a fleshlight for him. There’s a lot of mock cooing and shushing as they use their spikes to wipe away his tears.

He clearly hates it all, but he can’t help but cum as they play with his little spike through the toy. It goes on for a long time before the video ends with prowl overloading himself into shorting out, just covered in cum. Under other circumstances it’s drive high command absolutely wild with lust (it still kind of does) but right now it’s just set them on a war path.

Maybe that’s why high command puts up with prowl in the future, even if he never wants to have anything to do with his “training” again, they all still remember their sweet little cadet and how they failed to protect him…

oh lord… a sad ending to the ageswap au, huh. Poor Prowl, he felt appreciated and loved for the first time in his life and had it all torn away by the cadets that made him feel alienated in the first place. Maybe once this whole “training” thing is over (he can’t believe he agreed to that in the first place, how stupid was he to think that no one would find out?), he goes back to being an irritable prick. He purposely pushes anyone from the high command away because he thinks he’s no use for them now, and the only thing he can do is put his battle computer to work. He has to prove it to the other cadets that he’s more than some piece of shareware the officers threw around as they pleased.

mhm... Prowl eventually becomes head tactician, the rumours have subsided as the cadets grew up and scattered, but they’re still threat enough that he’s keeping his distance from the high command. Perhaps he even convinces himself that it was all their fault, that they embarrassed him. He ranks above the twins now, and treats them like all the other soldiers. He’s cold and professional when talking to any of the veterans. They don’t… like him much, but they know he’s clever, and… none of them can get the memory of a soft, vulnerable Prowl out of their heads. They all feel so sorry for that scandal they caused, he didn’t deserve the ridicule, the revenge porn... Jazz probably feels super guilty about that.

hrghh i bet Prowl literally never had sex with anyone since the "training" was over...

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Adult breastfeeder Springer is probably chubby as hell from all of mommy’s yummy milk. He doesn’t nurse as constantly as he did when he was a child, but on the occasion he does he really packs it away. He feels a little embarrassment for it, maybe, so he’s always telling himself that ‘this is the last time,’ and he needs to ‘make it count,’ by sucking Prowl dry. Prowl, of course, secretly relishes his time petting and stroking his baby boy’s helm and tummy. It makes him nostalgic for when Springer was small, and they don’t get to spend as much time together as they used to… If Springer needs mommy’s boobies for comfort after something really scary or traumatic, Prowl’s happy to provide milky and pats. They both love this time together and refuse to admit it. Neither of them will give it up for anything.

If Tarantulas ever caught them like this he’d be hard as a rock to be honest. Just like every other mech who’s seen Prowl’s huge tits since Springer was born. They’ve gotten even bigger over the years, after being sucked dry so many times. Prowl’s hood has just been straight up removed at this point, bumper straining to contain their warm, full weight. It’s been years since the last time he was able to fully cover them, and he’s just completely oblivious to them at this point. Sometimes his long, thick nozzles will even be leaking over the edge of his bumper without him noticing. At first he was self-conscious that he was the only one with his heavy, milky breasts out for the world to see, but after so long it’s second nature. The sky is blue, the world is round, and Prowl’s tits have to be scooped back into his open bumper every so often.

Anyone who’s willing to look suitably pathetic and ask nicely can nurse from Prowl’s tits. Springer, of course, has first dibs—but even he isn’t hungry all the time, and mommy has plenty of milk to spare. Prowl’s nozzles are thick and rubbery after years of being sucked and even chewed at, and they’re certainly long enough to fill a mouth. Nursing from Prowl means being cradled in his lap, his hand occasionally readjusting the bot or patting reassuringly at their hip or thigh. And his milk is delicious, thick and creamy and sweet. Maybe with a hint of spice, I dunno. He’s an alien, after all. Cinnamon and honey, milky and warm. It leaves mechs feeling heavy and sleepy after only a few swallows, but mommy won’t let you go until you nurse at least an equal amount from his other booby. Prowl hates feeling lopsided and *yes* he can see his tits’ capacity on his HUD down to the mL. If a bot drinks a little too much trying to even him out, he’ll switch them back and forth until they either drain him completely or get it right.

Mind you, Prowl is neither stupid nor blind. He knows how horny his big, milky titties make most mechs. He’s used this as an advantage, even. Captured enemies will do a lot for the promise that they might get to nurse, or at least drink Prowl’s pumped energon. Rumble and Frenzy have been persuaded to leave without causing trouble a handful of times for the cheap price of drinking their fill. And, of course, Prowl’s found that the Autobots are much more obedient when faced with a stern, milky mommy than some bastard cop. If the price is some exposed tits and feeling a little too full, then Prowl’s willing to pay it.

He doesn’t care if the mechs nursing from him get sexual gratification from it as long as they leave him out of it. They’re being given an opportunity, not an overload. If they’re rude enough to pop their panels uninvited, Prowl has no qualms swatting a spike out of his way or pinching a node until the message is received. You’re here to eat, not rut like an animal. As punishment, Prowl will make offenders drain him dry. Groaning as their bellies fill with his thick, sweet milk. Protoform swelling as they wiggle and whine, trying to apologize for being rude to mommy. Words turned to useless babble around the thick nozzle filling their mouths and tanks. The overfed waddle of shame is a frequent sight outside of Prowl’s office. Repeat offenders must consent to a temporary panel lock, because Prowl doesn’t have time to discipline horny idiots.

There are… more than a few chubby young autobots these days. And the decepticons can’t help but notice plush afts and big, warm bellies…

Oh, Springer is absolutely a chubby bot. Drinking rich milk his whole life turned him into a big, strong bot that most other mecha wouldn't trifle with. If a bot wanted milk but they walk in on Springer feeding, they know to turn around and come back tomorrow. Of course, there's plenty milk left for the army <33 Prowl is more than willing to keep the entire autobot army fat and obedient with his milk, and keep any intruding decepticons at bay by promising them a few sips...

Prowl has no patience for horny bots. He's not an easy bot. If someone's spike pops out during a feeding, that's on them! They better get that thing off of his thigh and take care of it later. How presumptuous of them to think he'd let them spike him just because he's graciously allowed them to suck on his milk... He's just making sure that the autobots are fat and healthy enough for the battles.

The Decepticons definitely realize that the autobots begin to look bigger... It's hard to ignore juicy afts jiggling and cute tummies poking out from behind their armour <3

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HAII

First time anon for you, full time sentinel fan, I’m learning to draw tfa sentinel right now, and bc his og design hurts me (something about it?? Maybe it’s the fact I’m projecting so super hard)

Office Siren Sentinel - if he’s a civilian frame (instead of a battle frame, or maybe a toned down battle frame?) then he can be a ‘propaganda prime’ where he shows off how safe the autobots make cybertron - look! Sentinel Prime doesn’t need armor, and he’s an Elite Guard! It’s so safe in fact, here’s pinups of sentinel in his protoform and some teeny tiny clothes <33 it’s so safe here, don’t worry! Just look at how pretty the spokesman is and listen to Ultra Magnus! (Don’t pay attention to how low Ultra Magnus’s hand is on Sentinel’s waist!)

Optimus sees Sentinel for the first time since he left Cybertron and is suddenly blasted with memories of Sentinel complaining about how heavy his frame felt and how much he wished he had Elita’s frame (could be trans allegory or just kink, both fit my vision)

It could culminate in Sentinel being so pretty he ends the war but that might just be the favoritism talking!

Love your content btw, super excited to see your reaction to this!!

This is absolutely your favoritism talking and I wouldn't have it any other way. WHAT yes let's get pinups of that annoying bitch omg. Trans Sentinel is very intriguing I think Ultra Magnus should start him an of

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Sentinel getting caught masturbating to Optimus, he’s three digits deep into his valve with his head thrown back as his other alternates playing with his spike and his node. Optimus is so tied between jumping in and simply just watching the show…eventually jumping in wins because the thought of putting his transfluid deep into that valve and hearing the other whine about the worry of knocking him up is much too great to resist ;)

Alternates? What alternates?? Anon????

I'm so puzzled but absolutely on board, also what version is this? Like, assuming tfa but. I'm really confused. Optimus should knock him up

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non holiday themed smut👋👋👋🙌

wanna see trepan on a leash so much……