#Transformers idw

[lyris-sketches]

A well-deserved rest of Drift and Ratchet

[blighted-lights]

glit,,, everyone's favorite little guy doctor and his very own diagnostic drone

i keep going through redesigns because i can't settle on what i want him to look like 💀. can't decide if i want him to be round and short or tall and twiggy,,

[alonagman2000]

Old tf sketches

Elita in IDW look like a villain

I love paper

(It's a good thing they're preserved)

[blackteaduck]

King of the dinobots and the pink little bird…💘💛

I LOVE THEN SOOO MUCH😭💫

[ikkosu]

miniformer prowl drabble. had like this idea on a whim where you're a detective and prowl's your little help buddy.

"Oh? You found something, Prowl?" You felt a tug on your pants.

A swift tap to the spacebar halted the video. You were analyzing a footage sent in by your supervisor. A mysterious break in by a utility warehouse storing...metal. Pipes, pillars, beams. All that.

It wasn't particularly a bad situation. Nothing out of the ordinary had been stolen, except for fractured glass from where the perpetrator had got in. But the security was something of a problem. Especially, when said security bordered on, at least, five advanced locks with handprints and everything.

Its been a pretty long day and you wanted to get this over and quick but, looking down, at the sight of the scowling cop-bot and his bitty servos outstretched for upsies — that analysis can wait.

"Something wrong prowl?" You don't hoist him up.

Not yet. Not when it's so easy to rile up the cute little thing. The frown deepens, almost into a pout, and he breedles — probably cursing you out as he attempts to climb up the fabric of your pants.

"Alright," You laugh, "Come on. Don't be so sulky, now."

You gently curl your hands around the miniformer, watching his doorwings, and hauled him onto your desk,where, he's just as tall as the screen of your laptop. He swivels around and faces you. Lets out a huff and crosses his arms.

"I didn't bring you up all the way here just so you can huff at me, mister." You nudged his cheek, which he tried pawing away at your index.

He lets out a haughty breedle, somewhere close to the vowels of your language, and somewhere along the lines of 'no touch'.

"Didn't you want an upsie?"

'No', was his static warble. 'No touch'. He repeated.

Your palms lift up placatingly. "No touch," You nodded and his doorwings piked up, along with a small small, which he turned away to hide. Prowl pointed at the footage with a trill.

"Ah, I see. You've got suggestions..."

And, he's bound to be right.

[cosmichi]

Tadaaaa! The body pillow case is officially up and ready to go! I’ve only got 5 in stock, but they’ll also come with a sticker and a button! I actually got one for myself and I can say that the fabric is so nice ! (I’ll put a couple pics in thread)

[fluffyspaceowls]

fort max my love <3

[tonikkyn]

For me personally, this

Looks like this

[cyber-rivet]

r&r with the seeker trine involves starscream loudly complaining about his day between overloads, skywarp trying to get him to focus and eat him out properly, and thundercracker sometimes contemplating how he ended up lumped with the idiots (lovingly)

[tinydefector]

hello, can you do, Yandere Cyclonus x Cybertronian reader x Yandere Tailgate, where the three are conjux endura, and Cyclonus and Tailgate try to get the reader pregnant, Kink breeding

Sparking grounds

Cyclonus x Cybertronian reader x Tailgate

Work count: 1.2k

Warnings: smut, hand jobs, breeding kink, possessive partners

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Soft optics linger on both Tailgate and Cyclonus as the Two Bots block the door. "Hello, sweetsparks, what are you both up to?" They ask while subtly while trying to sneak past them. Red optics narrowed dangerously upon their form. Cyclonus growled low as Tailgate paced the threshold of the room, his own optics lingering on their Conjunx. 

When they try to make a bolt for the door, Cyclonus is the one to grab them by the waist lifting and spinning them to face Tailgate "Escaping our chambers after repeated warnings was poor judgement, Conjunx." Cyclonus grumbles against the back of their helm. He massagea the cabling and joints between their  plating with gentle digits. "You know you shouldn't be up yet," he whispers.

 Tailgate chirped in agreement, servos moving to grip their hip plating as he pressed up against them, pinning the bot between the Seeker and Minibot. "We only you at your best, sweetspark! Your well-being is very important. Carrying will tax your frame, so you must rest. " His visor brightened beseechingly above his faceplate. 

Both bots' servos greedily press against their carrier chamber, pushing and pulling against the framework of their body, earning small whines from them. Cyclonus loomed over their pliant form, scarlet optics afire. "You will return to berth now," he commanded, field surrounding them. Tailgate twittered anxiously as he massaged their frame. "Please, sweetspark. We can have you straining yourself." His field meshed protectively with Cyclonus."The Decepticon rumbled in approval, brushing kisses upon their supple lip plating as he tilted their helm back to meet him. "We can't have you wandering while we wait for your chamber to take." He purrs against their lips. 

They nearly moan out as Tailgate begins grinding against their interface panel. "Boys, as much as I'd love to stay in berth all day, I need to fuel, I also need to stretch, i cant stay in berth all day for days on end" they whine while pressing a soft kiss to Tailgate's helm. They nearly squeal when Cyclonus grabs them. A whine leaves them as Cyclonus nips at their neck cabling. The two mech move to place their Conjunx on the berth. They giggle as the two bots press against their body. A soft moan leaves their lips as Cyclonus and Tailgate lock them between theirs bodies. 

Interface panel snapping open for the two mechs leaking a mix of lubricant and a mix of transfluid from all three. Tailgate's digits delve in quickly running over the nodes of their valve and across their leaking spike. They arch into his touch as moans begin to fall from their lips. A deep Rumble leaves Cyclonus, low in approval, he nipped fierce affection upon supple cabling under plating, grinding his own interface panel against their form. His protocols shrieked triumph as they lay in submission between them. Tailgate nuzzling sweet nothings against feverish armour as his digits sink into the dripping heat of their valve.

 "There there, no more fretful wandering, sweetspark, let us fill you full again," he soothed, tracing delicate seams in soft promise of another session of breeding. Cyclonus rolled his prominent array flush to pulsing panels, talons holding them steady. "We shall fuel and exercise your frame together, as is proper as your Conjunx's," he vowed, thick cable pressurizing to blunt heat against weeping seals. Tailgate hums in agreement, spike surging thick readiness at the addictive scents of his aroused partners.

Cries leave them as bot mechs press their rigid lengths in. Tailgate kissed away the choked cries as the two thrust in slowly, locking their forms together. He peppers kisses across their form, worshipping every paint speck, dint and scratch across their frame. "Will make such a good carrier for us," he calls out. Deep whines leave them as they both sink into their valve, body clenching tightly around their spikes. Their own spike rubs against Tailgate's tanks with each deep thrust from their lover's. Their head leans back into Cyclonus' shoulder plating.

 A shuddering cry spilled from overwhelmed lips from the bot pinned helplessly between Tailgate and Cyclonus' relentless efforts. Cyclonus snarled fierce approval into heaving necklines, increasing merciless tempo, grinding deeply into their valve. His taloned hands massaged rapid nodes of their spike, smeering transfluid across Tailgate's midsection, twisting and tugging against their spike as Tailgate's digits work the nodes of thier valve, dancing across them and playing them like he is the only one who knows how to make them sing.Their twitching spikehead spurts bright pink fluid against clenched abdominal cables in sensual counterpoint swelling rapture beyond bearing. Their valve clenching desperately tried to milk them both for every drop as they rut into them.

"Overload for us, sweet carrier," Cyclonus commanded against kiss-bruised lips, surging rigid pistons to nestle against hidden nodes, their vision fading from pleasure as their visual system shuts down. Tailgate keened agreement, frame cantering needfully into them. "Our carrier, going to swell you with our sparkling, our  Conjunx," he moans out against their lipsWhen shattering ecstasy claimed them with sinful sob, the two mech drank in their shuttering form with violent greed, both picking up their pace, slamming into the bot pinned between them. More moans and whines fall from their lips as they arch into their lovers' touch. They cup Tailgate's helm kissing him deeply. They groan loudly as they grind back into Cyclonus. "Primus, please," they whine out loudly as the two mech continue rutting into them. " Cyclonus,  Tailgate, please." they cry out, face pressing into Tailgate's shoulder, their overload hits hard. 

Transfluid gushes from them as they continue to buck against both seeker and minibot. Cyclonus lets out a snarl as he snaps his hips a few more times before burning himself to the hilt. He eagerly overloads within them, painting their chamber with his release. Tailgate follows quickly, mumbling about how beautiful of a carrier their sweet Conjunx will be. The three bots lay together on the berth, venting heavily as they press closer together. Neither Cyclonus nor Tailgate pull away, keeping their lover plugged and full with their transfluid. "Don't move," Cyclonus growled against their audial processor.

Little whines leave them, but they settle against him as Tailgate peppers kisses across their face. "So good for us, Sweetspark, going to have you sparked soon enough" he coos. "You two aren't planning on letting out of berth, are you?" They whine loudly in playful annoyance. It earns another growl from Cyclonus and a small smack to their backside from Tailgate. "No moving, we have to make sure you're nice and full," he states. They sigh softly but snuggle into their Conjunx's recharge, slowly catching up to them after their third round of interfacing that cycle.

[crying-fantasies]

@ikkosu @lovenotcomputed @witchofthesouls @wifetomegatron @pinkanonwrites

Reader: (Returning back home after a space adventure with a cybertronian) This is my special other!

Family: (what they see)

It's just so funny to me the reaction of the family to see their kid with a literal alien thousands of times older but also kind of acting like a teenager, the human being the most responsible of the two (if they aren't more because cybertronians have a whole different thing going on in some cases) and that's saying a lot.

[pineapplestix]

pixel art for my design for optimus for my transformers au!!! the leader of the autobots, optimus prime inspires hope to all!!!!

[punjust15]

Au male Elita and fem Orion fighting. I've been told that O doesn't look feminine tho, but meeehhh, looks feminine enough for me

[sergeanthatredbignaturals]

Silly little question for the Transformers MTMTE enjoyers out there

Hypothetically if i said i hypothetically found hit character Tarn incredibly hypothetically relatable would you all stone me

[ikkosu]

ughgughgughhgjhh imagine having a married life with both drift and rodimus 😩😩 I love them sm your honor 😔

I love them too your honor!!

Ouhhh married life with driftrod 👀 so much delicious scenarious.

Theyre both very affectionate bots but only one of them seems to have any semblance of care for their poor humans's boundaries lmaoo (it's definitely not Rodimus). Hot samurai boyfriend!!! Aghhh.

Domestic au is eating me up rn. Imagine having a nice cottage in the country side, living with large ass robots that frequently travel on their spaceship. to battle aliens and the like, coming back home sometimes with missing limbs, chassis dented, and purple goo coating their entire paint job.

—

A large explosion rattled the ground. The freshly washed plates you had just loaded in the rink clinked in tandem of the seismic movement and you rushed outside, panicking if another comet had crash landed on your cornfield—

But the sight of two bots, tall looking shadows, blue optics ablaze, halted your confusion.

"I had advised him it was inefficient to go for the more organic creatures." Drift began, wincing as he plucked out a tendril wedged between his chassis. "Obviously, he didn't listen."

"Great. Now, the blaming happens." Rodimus huffs and crossed his arms. The pungent smell of rotten meat purged your nostrils. You can only assume the thin sheen of green substance coating your lover was the source. "You weren't so prissy a second ago when I saved your aft from that monster, weren't you?"

"The explosion?!" You had threw up your arms. "Don't tell me you landed in the cornfields, again Rodimus or I swear to god i'll—"

"Worse, actually." Drift grins and jerks a digit behind but Rodimus interjects with a whine

"What? He's got like six more, I'm sure one loss wouldn't kill the guy."

"You crashed into his house?!"