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tfp ratchet seems like a guy who'd have a big fat knot modded in. i feel it in my heart

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@mychlapci @lurkerintheabyss

Saw the post about cybertronians laying eggs and had to try writing this. Please go follow them if you're not already. :D

Vehicon Steve

First story attempt

I don't know all the cybertronian terms for things so sorry

Sorry if there are spelling mistakes

------NSFW UNDER-------

Tfp Steve and a plane

Steve was struggling today on the nemesis. He had been going through a rather rough heat this time and it was getting in the way of his work.

Sure Steve was able to keep it under control for a bit, but each time he did it was always coming back stronger, and stronger, and stronger. A few times Steve had to hold in his overload as commander Starscream walked past him in the hallways.

Steve couldn't take this much longer, his heat was getting stronger, his armor feeling heavy. He needed to do something about it. He needed just a good fragging to finally get it out of his system.

At that exact moment his team was called by commander starscream that his squad was to go out on a scouting mission for materials shockwave required. Steve rushed up to the flight deck transforming to head out with his team.

When they arrived at the location Steve seen it was another military base, the vehicons quickly raided the base wanting to get this over with and returned to there secret games aboard the nemesis. But Steve felt like he was on autopilot. Steve couldn't get his head to focus. He was stumbling around the base carrying only a few scraps of metal in his hands.

Steve stumbled into a open hanger looking up to see a few humans running out of the building, but Steve didn't care. All Steve could see was the beautiful, stunning F-22. Steve couldn't look away, it was perfect.

Steve dropped the scrap in his hands stumbling over to the jet. He gently placed his hand on the sides of the cockpit gently rubbing his hands down it's side and onto it's wings. He could have sworn he seen it trembling but it was probably just him.

Steve slowly made his way around the aircraft gently rubbing along it's wings and teasingly rubbing a finger or two into it's thrusters. Steve could feel his heat rising and a tingling sensation running up his back with every touch he gave.

Steve soon made his way to the back of the aircraft seeing the perfect little hatch for a plug of sorts, in his mind atlases. Steve gave a teasing touch to the opening feeling around before sinking his fingers into the port finding the inside to be quite soft.

Steve practically melted at the felling wanting to just get his charge down and deal with his heat. Steve looked around seeing a few cans of oil, grabbing them he slowly poured some onto his finger and onto the port slowly thrusting his long sharp fingers into the soft inside of the jet. Steve began moving his fingers faster coating the inside with oil before slipping his finger out and placing his hand on his modesty panel.

Slowly transforming the panel away Steve's spike pressurized fully his left hand grabbed the oil can bring it above his spike letting the oil drip down into it. He gently grabbed his spike in his other hand gently stroking his spike covering it in the oil.

Steve moaned softly as he prepared his spike, he craved release and he was to far in to stop now he leaned forward pinning the jet underneath him.

Steve took a deep breath before slowly thrusting into the jet he moaned again as he slowly began to thrust his hips forward gently thrusting in and out of the jets port. Oh primus he needs this bad. Steve gently strokes the jets wings gently rubbing into the little seams along it's wings and barrel.

Steve pumped his hips faster thrusting deeper into the tight port of the jet. He just needed a little more. As Steve thrusts into the jet harder his spike pushed deeper and deeper into the internals of the jet pressing hard into the systems inside the engine began to stir awake sending a strong vibration into the sensitive nodes on Steve's spike.

Steve moans out as he feels the vibrating insides of the jet hitting all the right places. He was so close now his hips on autopilot as he pounds into the jet without warning Steve screamed out as he overloaded into the jet filling the tight space full of his transfluid and eggs, thrusting in a few more times before sliding his spike out with a wet pop.

Steve felt so good basking in his afterglow, but his charge was still high, he needed more.

Agent Fowler hated when the cons made these smash and grab missions they always caused a lot of property damage. Not to mention his superiors were breathing down his neck from the last one. Agent Fowler walked around the base surveying and logging the damage caused by the cons until he noticed a stream of blue liquid coming from one of the hangers. He slowly stepped inside only to blush slightly at the sight but more or less he was terrified and slightly discussed by the sight.

There in the hanger was a F-22 jet covered in transfluid, energon, and other cybertronian fluids he didn't wanna know about but next to it was a giant vehicon trooper one of the countless troopers for Megatron himself. Agent Fowler knew they could be dangerous at times but this one was gently cuddling the aircraft, nuzzling it as if he was... it suddenly clicked in Fowler's head what had happened when he seen the trooper had his spike out not fully pressurized but still very noticeable for a human.

Fowler took notes of the damage to the aircraft quietly seeking around the death machine seeing the fluids leaking out of the cockpit, tail, turbines, and many other places. Agent Fowler had seen enough and stared heading back when he here a wet splat from behind him, slowly turning around he seen... was that an egg!?!? The vehicon slowly woke up gently grabbing the egg and sliding it back inside of the turbine before snuggling closer to the jet with a low hum.

Fowler quickly left feeling a headache coming on from having to explain what he had just seen to team prime and his superiors.

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idc if thats not how it works, Tarn using his voice to force people to cum is forever my favourite thing

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Ive never been turned on in a car more then now.

I lost a set of tiny keys and ive been looking in my car for atleast 30 minutes. Im putting fingers in holes they shouldnt go in. And i kept on thinking of transformers.

Touching all the little areas under their seats, beneath the seatbelts and in every crook and nanny possible. Constantly adjusting their seats to look under them and grabbing every silver thing seen. Fuck im horny rlly bad rn.

Chase anon, hey

oh lord oh damn oh man. Can u imagine doing that to a transformer. Sticking your fingers into the ventilation, feeling hot air come out as their systems try to cool down. Lifting the seats and slamming them down until they're yelping. Sliding your fingers under the dashboard, over it, above it, opening up compartments and shutting them roughly, tugging on the rear view mirror, gently circling the horn... Just, teasing the living shit out of your cybertronian, while they have to stay still and take it <3

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okay im seeing discussion of thighs and because thighs are mega attractive to me I have spawned

Drift's thighs would literally be the softest jiggliest thighs anyone's ever seen, you can't look at him and think he didn't use them to crush somebots helm either on the battlefield or because said bot was horny (if it was on a battlefield that bot definitely had an amazing day)

I'd literally squish and kiss em all day. im sorry i just love thighs

-tf thigh anon

Drift’s big fat thighs my beloved… 

lol, Rodimus and Drift sparring and Drift tries to subdue him by wrapping his fat, jiggly thighs around Roddy’s face and Roddy just nuts on the spot.

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STREAM MUSE POLL MARCH 14TH!

HEY THERE FOLKS!! In honour of spring(which has come wildly early in my area) I've decided this week's finished piece theme is going to be getting a little bit floral as it were, so we're doing plant sex fellas!

BE SURE TO VOTE!! And join me tomorrow to watch me draw the finished piece!!

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BRAINSTORM SWEEP COME ON PLEASE YAWL

STREAM MUSE POLL MARCH 14TH!

HEY THERE FOLKS!! In honour of spring(which has come wildly early in my area) I've decided this week's finished piece theme is going to be getting a little bit floral as it were, so we're doing plant sex fellas!

BE SURE TO VOTE!! And join me tomorrow to watch me draw the finished piece!!

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i love LOVE the oneshot u wrote abt jaks first orgasm and how pandora was just like... this is for Science...*keeps going* so so so smutty delicious. anYway i was wonderin if she ever does other array experiments on him while hes chained to the bed watching like oh god oh god oh god pAN—

OK so i read this ask, and a few things

SO! first of all, oneshot wasn't written by me! it was actually written by my lovely friend @ultravioletsodapop who has a similar amount of brainrot about my ocs as I do, you should go visit his page, his fanfic is incredible, and if you dont follow him ill GET you.

SECOND!!! I love this prompt, and I love it because its technically inacurate.

because Pandora is a complete pest at the most inopportune times physically possible. I think that Pandora just... comes up to him and he has to stop whatever he's doing and- listen I wrote a whole drabble about it, just take it. I swear to god i'll tie jak down soon if people wanna see him tied down, i just had to get this stupid fucking idea out of my head-

Just One More Thing! (18+ My OCS)

JAK's pussy installation went well, Pandora just has to iron out a few kinks. and a few more kinks. and a few more kinks. and-

TAGS: Embarrassed sex, mild humiliation, wireplay, weird machine specific orgasms, vaginal fingering, The problem here isn't that jak doesnt want to have sex, its that he thinks pandora is too dense to realize she's having sex with him, Pandora is not dense, but she is genuinely just trying to work on him <3, casual sex

Now it wasn’t that JAK was trying to be a stick in the mud. He really was genuinely happy that he had something to ease the near constant stress and tension now, and he was grateful for the lengths to which Pandora had gone to ensure his new junk’s accuracy to life.

He didn’t exactly know what to do about the amount of times Pandora seemingly aparated into his proximity to test ‘just one more thing’. 

“C-couldn’t- Ah- couldn’t this wait until I’m finished the dishes?” JAK huffed out, grimacing as he felt his internal fans click on a setting higher. 

“I’ll be so quick, I pinkie swear!” Pandora assured him, patting his thigh soothingly as if he were an easily spooked horse. She did that kind of thing a lot, a mild, unpurposeful condescension that made JAK feel uncomfortably warm. 

Well- 

It wasn’t just her social ineptitude that was making JAK feel warm. 

She’d buried her hands in his back, his diagnostic panel popped open and his wires hanging out. She said she was adjusting his wire layout to accommodate the internal machinery of his new junk housing. What it felt like she was doing was purposely yanking whatever wire in him was connected to his ‘modesty panel’ so it would snap open without him meaning to. Pandora had done this about 6 times now, his sexual sensors onlining in preparation and going cold over and over, leaving his internals spinning with friction. 

JAK shuddered. He often felt detached from his new form but in this moment he felt so freakishly grounded to a feeling he couldn’t escape… He swallowed thickly. 

“I feel like the response time is too quick.” Pandora muttered finally, looping the wire around her finger one last time and pulling. Again, JAK’s crotch plating snapped back and his faux pussy was free and hit by the apartment’s cool air. If he really focused, he could see the lines of code working to make his junk feel as real as possible.

JAK gritted his teeth and kept working, fishing another fork out of the bottom of the murky dishwater and scrubbing it with the scouring pad side of a sponge. Pandora then, helpfully, reached her hand between his legs, tapping lightly at his inner thighs. He sighed and widened his stance again. Another wire tug and his modesty panel went shut again, and then another tug and it tried to snap open. Pandora caught the edge of the panel before it could fully slide away, releasing the wire in her fingers and fishing around for another one. 

“Is it… hm…” She mumbled, deep in thought as she slid the panel back and forth over JAK’s half online array. He clenched his hands, thumping them as carefully as possible against the edge of the counter and still leaving dents in the metal there. “Hey JAK can you feel any friction like this?”

“YES.” JAK grunted out indignantly, quivering in an attempt to remain still. Dammit, he’d already crushed the fork in his hand, wasn’t that enough?

“Mmm… I think your array might be a little far down… It’s supposed to kinda push out some when it comes online but…” She trailed off unhelpfully, abandoning his modesty panel in favour of kneading the pads of her fingers into the silicone flesh of his vulva. JAK’s optics flickered, half on, half off for a moment as he tried to hold back a moan. He was still too sensitive. He’d asked Pandora to turn the intensity down before, and she had, and yet it still felt like too much.

The embarrassment of his body being helplessly sensitive had lost its bite when compared to the frustration of Pandora apparently being so desperately out of touch that she thought fully groping him had no effect on his poor, innocent hooch. JAK adjusted his position, canting his hips out at her slightly. He really hoped he wouldn’t have to say anything for her to get the picture. JAK was briefly disappointed as her hand disappeared, and then let out a gasp when she rubbed her entire palm headily over his cunt. 

“I just feel like it sits a bit low, see? Like it kinda… you’ve got a bit of camel toe.” She commented. 

“Th-thanks, I’m sure my pussy hanging out is gonna be a real problem, not like it has a plate specifically made to hide it.” JAK hissed out dryly. He bit down on his lip when she drew her fingers down the cleft of his pussy, parting his lips and almost absently dipping her first two fingers inside of the hole there. 

“Well yeah, but like how do you feel about having a fat thang that hangs out like that?” Pandora asked conversationally.

Deeply and constantly confused and conflicted, JAK thought to himself. Oh, or did you mean about the fact it hangs out and not that I have a pussy? He added wryly.“I-I don’t care- Ah-” JAK moaned out as she drove her fingers inside to the knuckle. His knees almost buckled. He dropped the mangled fork back into the dishwater with a plunk. 

“You should care! You’ve got a customizable body, why wouldn’t you wanna get it just right?” Pandora frowned, rocking her fingers around, feeling about as if trying to make contact with something. “I’m pretty sure I can adjust how high it sits right now anyways. Just quickly, don’t worry.” 

“P-Pan-” JAK wheezed, grinding his heel into the floor. She twisted her fingers, catching on a ridge inside of him. Lubricant ran down her hand and wrist as she fished around inside of him. 

“There’s…. It said on the manual there’s a catch in there…” She grunted, deep in thought. 

“I-I’m- Ah- Pandora- Please-” JAK panted, rocking his hips back against her digits unintentionally. 

“Can you hold still- Oh fuck it, I’ll just go in through the back.” She grumbled. 

“T-the- back?” JAK slurred out in confusion.

He jolted and cried out as her free hand unlatched the junkbox housing and began to paw around at the backside of his pussy’s internal workings. He choked on his own solvent, knees buckling and head bouncing off the edge of the counter as he fell to the floor. Pandora didn’t say anything, she just kept feeling around inside of him. She scissored her fingers inside of him, all the while her other hand stroked at the sensors surrounding the channel of his pussy. His body felt like it was on fire, steam pouring from his mouth as he moaned out needily and wantonly. This was so weird, so odd, so truly confusing. He’d never felt anything like it before.

“P-Pan-” He whined again, his finials twitching and flicking fitfully. 

“OH!! There it is-!” She chirped. Then she closed her fingers entirely around the silicon chanel of his cunt, her digits clicking some half hidden switch, and JAK screamed. 

His pussy rippled, delicate machinery squeezing and pushing around her fingers as he came, his body writhing and twitching, now almost out of his control. He pounded one of his fists into the floor, leaving a crack in the laminate as he shuddered through aftershocks and emptied his lubricant tanks against the ground. 

His fans spiraled. His finials quivered. He reset his optics, his visual suite briefly lined with bleeding colour as his body readjusted. Pandora was still gripping his pussy from the outside. He hissed out another mechanical whine as she carefully notched his channel up a few centimeters before letting go.

There was a moment of awkward quiet between them. 

“... We should do something about the lubricant moderation…” Pandora said, sounding out of breath, probably from the exertion of his adjustments and nothing else.

“C’n I finish th’ dishes f’rst…” JAK huffed, his vocalizer fritzing and glitching. From the sound and feeling of his junkbox module’s panel closing, it seemed like the answer was yes.

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My horny ass could never be a mechanic

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Rodimus having a summer job. Which is just him getting fucked by his dad's best friends. Drift and Ratchet being his sugar daddies and giving him an allowance.

oh, i love that. Megatron and Optimus pressuring Rodimus (maybe still Hot Rod?) to get a job, not even a full-time job, just a summer job so he learns how to support himself, for once. And he assures them he got one, so all is well and dandy and he doesn't seem to be lying, since he does bring back money.

Little do they know that when he's gone, he spends his day parading around Drift's and Ratchet's house, lounging on their furniture, playing in the pool (i have my rich couple dratchet fantasy, okay) until his plating is all shiny and slick and irresistible. He'll bounce on Ratchet's spike after he comes back from work, valve gushing everytime daddy tightens his grip on his waist. Or he'll visit Drift in home-gym and spar with him until things get heated, and he ends up with daddy's spike fucking his valve from an angle he previously thought impossible. 

Sometimes he'll “work” night shifts, only a few times though, since Drift and Ratchet are being somewhat responsible and keep track of what Rodimus can and cannot get away with. When Roddy stays over for the night, he'll roll around in their bed, fingerfucked and double-penetrated, with a spike in his valve and a spike in his mouth, or with both of his daddies pounding his pussy at the same time. He loves to fall asleep listening to the purr of old engines <3

Rodimus' allowance from his daddies is very big, they even give him extra money to get something nice for himself. Ratchet is a bit more strict about the spending, but he'll always eventually cave to Drift's “reasoning” (come on, Ratchet, do something nice for the kid, remember how good he's been) and Rodimus' puppy eyes, and agrees to pay for that professional waxing, or the re-paint, or that fancy toy that Rodimus wants to try out. 

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I absolutely adore JAX and Pandora and I wish there was a fanfic I could read or anything because they make me so god damn happy. I absolutely love Pandoras character and the relationship between JAX and her! I also adore JAX a lot.

I find his design so cool (especially the car warmer abs that must be the best cuddles ever) and his personality.

I don’t understand how to explain it but I just need like more. What is this magic STOP MAKING ME HYPERFIXATE ON THEM SKDNDKD

Have a good day/night :3

AAAA THANK YOU!!! I love them so much as well, they're SO fun to play around with. honestly I might have to start writing stuff for them, though I don't imagine i'd find much of an audience for them hehehe-

AND- ITS ACTUALLY QUITE FUNNY THAT YOU MENTION FANFIC- my lovely friend @ultravioletsodapop wrote fanfic of these two on a whim last night- and has GRACIOUSLY given me permission to post it for them.

SO HERE IT IS. WARNING ITS INCREDIBLY EXPLICIT.

Mashing My Buttons, a Fanfic by @ultravioletsodapop

JAK needs some relief, he'll take whatever set of junk he can get as long as it'll get the tension out of his circuits. Pandora just needs to run some tests first.

TAGS: masturbation, voyeurism, sexy glitch testing, fingering, overstimulation, JOI, embarrassment, squirting, pillow humping, multiple orgasms, humiliation, pandora is, and will always be, a weird little freak.

JAK stares down at his spread thighs, embarrassed at how they trembled. They still looked so strange to him, he doubted they would ever feel normal, but those thoughts were quickly pushed to the back of his mind.

The orange of his thigh guards were bathed in the constantly changing RGB lights of Pandora's keyboard. But what was most embarrassing was how the rainbow hues were catching on the thin streaks of lubricant smeared over the insides of his armor.

His hands twitched, inching them forward towards the apex of his thighs. JAK felt his internals heat as he hovered his servos a few inches away from his new…upgrade.

Pandora had been so excited when the package that contained his new upgrade arrived on their doorstep. He'd been trying to fish out the collection of wooden take out chopsticks from underneath the couch, when she came bounding into the room. The way Pandora had lifted the small box into the air while triumphantly wiggling her hips had immediately gained his attention.

And here he lay, only two hours later with the thing installed and spread out atop Pandora's bed, his other hand fisted in the large Hatsune Miiku throw blanket she had.

It was not exactly what he had in mind when he'd asked Pandora for the ability to cum, but beggers cant be choosers he supposes.

Now he was tasked with 'testing' the new upgrade to see if everything felt or if anything needed to be adjusted, all the while Pandora watched on from the sidelines. Optics flicked up and landed on the woman currently sat in the corner of her bedroom, one leg crossed over the other and a clipboard balanced atop her knee. Slightly blue hands (they were always that color, she was practically freezing all the time) at the ready to take notes with a pen tight in her grasp. A unreadable smile was tugging up her lips, the type of smile that was always so secretly mischievous. JAK also couldn't help but notice Pandora had pulled back her hair into a loose ponytail.

He loved when she had her hair up, it always showed off her face better, and allowed her perfectly freckled and rounded cheeks to really shine.

The new upgrade suddenly twitched as he examined Pandora's face, JAK could feel it tighten and ripple, it was a sensation he'd never experienced before.

A flush overcame him as he returned his gaze back to his…vagina? His pussy? He wasnt exactly sure what to call it yet. Was it supposed to move on its own like that? Is that normal?

God, this was humiliating, but it only served to send his pleasure higher. JAK quickly blamed it on the fact he hadn't cum in months and he was just excited, and no other reason.

JAK finally sucked in a deep vent and finally pushed his servos forward, thinning his derma as they finally touched the soft, payable and wet mesh of his new pussy. It was warm and slippery, his servo pads easily gliding over the thick outter lips and though the thinner inner lips. It felt…good, foreign but good. But as JAK played around with the mesh, he eventually slid through the lubricant soaked cleft and found his entrance.

A small swell of panic swept through him as he quickly had his servos retreat, JAK wasn't exactly sure if he was ready to try going inside yet. So, he switched his attention to the small nub at the top of his cleft. His clit? God, he was so out of his depth.

Pandora said this part was sensitive, and it would be good to focus here for his first time with his new upgrade. He trusted Pandora, so he jabbed his index servo against the round sensor.

A whince escaped him and his thighs bounced at the slightly overwhelming, slightly painful sensation.

"You aren't playing with a video game controller! You cant just start mashing your buttons."

"Wha--"JAK blinked in surprise as he suddenly found Pandora hovering over him, her frigid hand grabbing at his wrist as those two strands of hair at her widows peak tickled his faceplates.

"Place your middle and ring finger on either side and slowly swirl the mesh around," Pandora guided JAK's hand to the place she instructed, practically threading their fingers together "Like this!"

When Pandora moved his hand for him and the lubricant slick mesh caressed the engorged sensor, and sharp, rich pleasure shot from his node and crackled up his strut, JAK couldn't hold back the needy whine that was ripped from his vocalizer. Internal calipers clenched around nothing and legs weakly trembled on either side of Pandora, who was settling between them.

JAK clapped a hand over his mouth to hide the noises now threatened to pour out of him as Pandora continued to swirl their fingers around his node. His optics threatened to offline as pleasure rapidly flooded his frame, hips jerking and bucking.

But his hand was quickly snatched off by the looming Pandora, the light coming from her computer monitor glinting off those rectangular glasses lenses and hiding her eyes. Her smile had grown to show her teeth.

"You cant silence yourself! I need to hear you to make sure everything is working as it should!" Pandora purred, sounding a little dangerous "This is for science, remember."

JAK could only moan and whine, optics offlining completely at this point as his helm fell back into a mound of Pokémon plushes. He couldn't even move his hand in time with Pandora's at this point, processor utterly bogged down by wave after wave of pleasure boarding on ecstasy. He was at Pandora's mercy, and couldn't find it in himself to be even mildly upset about it.

"I-Im…Im going to cum…!" JAK suddenly choked out after a minute of Pandora's fingers swirling around his node, hiking his trembling legs up higher [12:55 AM] "Already? We've barely even started!" Pandora pushed out her bottom lip in a pout, but ducked her head down as she quickened the swirl of her fingers "Lubricant production seems higher than normal, i might have to adjust the nozzles of your lubricant reserves…calipers seem extremely responsive."

JAK choked as Pandora started droning on about how his pussy was working, before suddenly arching off the bed as his orgasam crashed into him like a truck.

Hips frantically bucked into the unrelenting fingers on his node. He could feel his internals spasm and lubricant gush out of his entrance and cover his thighs, and Pandora's thighs…and the bed.

He felt twitchy, warm and fuzzy as he slowly came down from the high he'd been yearning for, an orgasam months in the making. JAK lulled his helm to the side as his frame's fans hummed away in fhe background, filling the room with heat.

"…You squirted on Hatsune Miiku's face."

JAK blinked his optics back online as Pandora let out a laugh, and sluggishly gazed downwards, only to immediately catch the sight of the amount of damage he'd done. A sizable wet spot not now sat below his ass on the bed, and his fans clicked up a few notched in mortification. He tried to sit up.

"I-Ill throw them in the wash--"

"Where do you think you're going? We still have testing to do!" Pandora placed a hand on JAK's chassis and forced him to lay back down "I definitely need to turn down lubricant production, so that means i need to check inside you to make sure nothing else is amiss."

Before JAK could protest, Pandora suddenly slid her fingers down through his mesh and plunged them inside his cunt, setting a debilitatingly fast speed as she thrusted them in and out. JAK's whole frame shook as he gasped and keened in surprise, frantically wringing his servos into the bedding below.

Wet squelching filled the room as Pandora fingered and scissored him, intake hung open and solvent pricking the corners of his optics as he felt overwhelmed and super sensitive after his first orgasam. But he found a second one was rapidly starting to build. JAK sobbed and writhed, torn between utter bliss and utter humiliation as Pandora brought him to peak after peak.

He would absolutely need to change the entire bedding…and perhaps look into a waterproof mattress cover.

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Ah a force to be reckoned with

i carry myself like a deer that accidentally stumbled into a mall

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Go buck wild bro

pink cum... This is so based i love this dick design i'm literally gonna think about it the rest of the evening

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I think Tarn and Pharma would be really into period sex

Tarn desperately eating Pharma out, not wanting a single drop of his energon to be wasted. He keeps lapping up the liquid dripping out of the medic's valve. He doesn't stop, even when Pharma overloads. Pharma's moaning and shaking in bliss, extremely sensitive due to his cycle and being pushed through overload after overload. He wants to chastise Tarn, tell him he has work that needs to be done, but he can't find the processor power to speak when the leader of the DJD is eating him out.

Eventually Pharma gets tired of Tarn's mouth and demands a good, hard spiking instead. He doesn't care if he ends up sparked, he'll deal with it later. Pharma gets exactly what he asked for, and doesn't complain when Tarn finishes inside him, spilling his transfluid into the medic's already messy valve. Then Tarn goes right back to eating him out, swallowing down all the energon, lubricant, and transfluid oozing out of Pharma's valve.

Tarn stops by every day that Pharma's on his cycle to repeat the process.

-💚💙

yes, yesssss… Tarn should have his mouth on Pharma's valve for as long as he is bleeding, not letting go for as long as that delicious energon is pouring down his intake… Pharma could spent hours squirming, thrashing underneath Tarn, gripping his shoulders for his dear life <33

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TFA Shockblurr with some sweet, sweet size kink, please?

Blurr’s valve felt sore. It stung. It hurt. It felt amazing. He whimpered and writhed where Shockwave held him down, the Decepticon’s massive claws easily wrapped around his lithe waist. It was good that Shockwave was keeping him relatively still, too, since he needed that to keep Blurr calm when he was pushing in.

“Shockwave!” Blurr gasped, “It hurts! Ithurtsithurtspleasedon’tstop!” His optics were wide, his servos grasped futilely at Shockwave’s servo. He was barely halfway down the thick, intimidating spike, and he was already close to overloading.

“I can feel you clenching down,” Shockwave used his other servo, moving it and using the back of a digit to stroke down Blurr’s belly. “Overload if you have to, don’t hold back.”

Blurr nodded and continued to allow Shockwave to enter him, tripping him into a powerful overload before the Decepticon could bottom out. He sobbed and tried to rock his hips through his overload, his neglected spike spurting weak stripes of transfluid onto his belly. 

Once Blurr had calmed down in the slightest, Shockwave continued. He slipped in much more easily, Blurr’s overlubricated valve helping with that. Blurr cried out when Shockwave’s spike nudged at his gestational chamber, pushing and threatening to force itself past. Though the large mech pulled back, he knew how much that would hurt his little Autobot, and he wasn’t looking to do that. Not tonight.

He started on a slow pace that was still nearly too much for Blurr, but Shockwave cared more about how Blurr felt tonight. He wanted to observe him, see the reactions he could give, so he could keep that information in his processor for another time, another time when he could experiment and see even more of him.

Blurr shouted and overloaded again. He shuddered hard, valve cycling down on the spike inside of it. As soon as he was coherent, he looked up to Shockwave.

“Keep going until you overload in me,” Blurr demanded.

“Then we will be here for a very long time.” Shockwave said with a light laugh.

“I want that.”

“If you insist.”

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Blurr is absolutely obsessed with oral. He talks 24/7, he's such a motormouth, he needs to be doing something with his mouth at all times

He practically begs Longarm to let him eat him out. "Please-please-please-sir-just-for-five-minutes-please-just-let-me-"

Longarm has the cutest little chubby valve and an even cuter spike, Blurr loves to just fold to his knees under his desk, slip right between his thighs, and just goes to town. Sucking his anterior node, pressing his mouth flush against his valve lips and wiggling his glossa inside. He's completely obsessed with the cute little sounds his boss makes, meanwhile Longarm is up there with both servos clamped over his face so he doesn't get too loud.

Blurr's incredibly thorough while eating him out, and since I hc him with an especially dexterous and extendable tongue 👀 he's licking and stimulating his partner's ceiling node from in between his legs, and Longarm's a goner. He folds over Blurr's head, grabbing his helm, his shoulders, his back--anywhere he can reach, really. Moaning and whimpering and reduced to a complete wreck, drooling and crying in ectsasy as Blurr makes him overload twice, thrice, then four and five and six times-

By the time he's done, Longarm is completely spent, limp in his chair and barely twitching, optics fever bright and condensation dripping from his steaming frame, fans whirring at their fastest. Blurr just pulls back, kissing one thigh before wiping his mouth. He's covered in Longarm's juices, glowing pink transfluid dripping down his chin and all over his chassis. Who knew Longarm was a squirter?

"Sir... can I suck your spike next?"

Longarm is too spent to give an answer, but Blurr takes his vague half-whimper as a yes, and descends on his poor boss a second time. They spend hours in his office, getting no work done, and Longarm definitely isn't walking home after that 🤭

[retro-anon]

Oh goodness, now I'm thinking about Tits Out Night and Rodiclash because your boob posts are making me think of robots with boobs.

About to be very explicit in the inbox.

Rodimus trying to sabotage Thunderclash by luring him out to his hab suite before the competition to "help Rodimus oil his boobs". Thunderclash does not question why Rodimus needs his help to do it. He is fully ready and willing to do anything to get permission to touch Rodimus's pretty titties.

Rodimus has done some thorough research and may or may not have managed to get some private medical information about Thunderclash's frame. Specifically that his boobs are very, very sensitive.

He didn't actually think his blatant request would work so easily, and he is putting a pin in the fact that Thunderclash apparently will literally not pause to ask how high with his requests.

No, he is distracted by crawling sweetly into Thunderclash's lap and passing him a bottle of oil and presenting him with his boobs.

Thunderclash is practically whimpering as he massages the oil in slowly growing more confident as Rodimus responds by grinding in his lap and letting out little breathy moans that are only partially fake because Thunderclash feels very nice. He's absolutely consumed by carressing and squeezing and gently pulling at Rodimus's boobs which he thinks are pretty and perfect.

He's burning up, and he's already soaked and taking most of his mental fortitude not to pop his panels, but then Rodimus sweetly, calculatingly offers to return the favor. Thunderclash knows he should say no if he doesn't want to embarrass himself, but how can he not take advantage of Rodimus's offer? This may be his only chance.

So he is melting and whimpering the second Rodimus's warm hands start touching him and kneading his breasts and holding and squeezing, which is feeling distinctly less like a massage with Rodimus rolling his nipples between slick digits. But Thunderclash is not complaining.

He keeps getting scolded not to squirm but inevitably does which makes Rodimus sigh in disappointment at him and causes Thunderclash to feel a weird swooping oh no Rodimus is upset feeling but is also combined with deep arousal when Rodimus pinches his nipples as punishment making him shout and squirm worse until Rodimus slaps his boobs and then massages them to soothe it only to slap and pinch more everytime he "misbehaves" and Thunderclash is a whimpering shivering mess.

Rodimus is getting into this a lot more than he thought he would and it only escalates when he feels a bit of wetness come out because boobs are to store excess Energon to share and with enough stimulation they start lactating.

Rodimus tells Thunserclash he has made such a mess and licks it but that only makes it worse.

So soon Rodimus is sucking to "clean up" and Thunderclash is wailing and apologizing and doesn't know when his panel open but feels Rodimus bite him to scold him more for making a mess of his bed and Thunderclash is babbling sorrys while grinding on Rodimus's servo and Rodimus says some stupid porn line about plugging him up to help and neither of them really process that makes no sense because now Rodimus is fucking him while sucking and biting and slapping his boobs and Thunderclash is overloading harder than ever while Rodimus keeps bulkying him and fucking him through it.

By the end, Thunderclash is absolutely limp and satisfied in Rodimus's bed, his boobs bruised and marked up in a way that means clearly he can't go to the competition now. But Rodimus got too distracted and basically fucked him through the entire competition.

hoooly shit i'm getting dizzy. Rodimus and Thunderclash rubbing oil into each other's titties, vents steaming and panels burning hot as they both struggle to pretend this isn't doing anything for them… 

Thuderclash getting loopy from all the stimulation, letting more and more moans slip through his throat the longer Rodimus plays with his titties, so unbearably sensitive that his entire array is swollen and pressing up against the back of his modesty paneling. Rodimus groping, slapping, pinching Thuderclash's slicked up boobs without an ounce of mercy, turning that perfect, round pair of perky, fat titties into a bruised, lactating mess. He could finish it here, Rodimus knows that if Thunderclash showed up to the competition and his titties started leaking all over the place he would not win, but Thunders' panels are now open and Rodimus can't stand not finishing what he's started. god i love the thought of Rodimus saying cheesy porn lines the entire time and Thunders just eating it up completely, titties and valve squirting against Rodimus' frantic hands… and oops, they fucked through the entire competition, the winner was already declared, it looks like this was all for nothing. 

But Thunderclash definitely feels like a winner.