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The newest addition to the TF Girls Club!
if rumble shows up in earthspark he should get a keytar since frenzy got a guitar
the rescue bots should be in season 2 of earthspark
SEASON TWO OF EARTHSPARK COMES OUT THE DAY AFTER MY BIRTHDAY WOOOOO
thank you, transformers earthspark, for confirming that at least one version of optimus prime honks when he sneezes
As an Owl Catches its Prey
Raging so damn hard yall Earthspark season 2 was perfect the way it was storywise, Starscream couldn't have gotten his character thrown out the window if he didn't even have enough time in season 1 to develop a character, just because he returned Hashtags kindness that one (1) time and just because he was smart enough to team up with the bots and terrans against Mandroid for his own survival, doesn't mean that he was good- he's evil and yeah he'll do anything to achieve goal even if it means killing or hurting others. As he should.
Don't get me wrong, I have my own personal delulu about him getting a redemption arc and maybe Hashtag helping him through it, but don't give up on this show yet we still most likely have one more season left before the annual transformers show cancelation.
I must say, Starscream is my permanent favorite! G1, since I am also a fan of him and Skyfire/Jetfire ❤️❤️
What is your favorite character from Transformers? And from what universe?
HELLO HELLO :3
WAAAAH -- I love megs from transformers earthspark smm !! But my second fav must be jetfire ! What abt u ?
Cool! I haven’t gotten to watch Earthspark yet, actually. I hardly have any time at all, lol. But if you think it’s cool then I shall take your word for it!
What is your favorite character from Transformers? And from what universe?
HELLO HELLO :3
WAAAAH -- I love megs from transformers earthspark smm !! But my second fav must be jetfire ! What abt u ?
Nightshade found a trailcam and wanted to say hello!
As for Alex, well... he got a bit startled LMAO (might adjust some hues in the upper image for fun or later edits)
the titan’s victory, 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍
summary. Megatron finally succumbs to your relentless teasing, but you’ve bit off far more than you can chew.
warnings. earthspark megatron, human female reader, mass displacement, reader is kind of a whiny brat (on purpose), a bit of a voice kink (maybe? but that might just be in my head), outdoors sex, intercourse, manhandling, cussing (cybertronian and english lol)
authors note. old man megs is the air that i breathe. maybe a part two???
He’s done it all: from cutting conversations short, to giving you the cold shoulder, and even outright distancing himself whenever you’re close by, but you just don’t give up. He never imagined that something so small could seize his senses and spin his circuits into a whirlwind, yet your constant teasing and unabashed gazes had finally pushed him to the brink.
At a safe distance from Ghosts headquarters (a precaution he took seriously), he had you completely undone. With his mass displacement revealed, he had you perched on his lap, entirely exposed to his gaze and touch, relishing the raw mews and pleas that escaped your lips as he indulged you.
With a steady grip on your hips to hold you in place, he buried his face in the curve of your neck, inhaling deeply to ensure your scent lingered with him for days to come.
“Meg’s, please—” you attempt to plead once more, but his mouth is swift to respond, his lips and tongue pressing against your skin with fervor, transforming your words into nothing more than soft, breathy moans.
"You've had your fun, lass," he grunted, his other hand cradling the back of your head as he placed a few more kisses along your neck. "Now it’s time for me to have mine."
As he drew back from your neck, his attention shifted to your chest. Your soft breasts rose and fell with each breath, your nipples hardened from both desire and the gentle night breeze that caressed your skin. With both hands, he eagerly cradled each mound, his mouth hungrily searching for one of your nipples to draw into his warm mouth.
“Megatron!” you cried out, writhing as his hands explored your chest. But when a low growl rumbled from his throat and he delivered a stiff bite to your nipple, you instantly froze in place.
Glancing down, you catch the warning in his glare, and even though a retort is poised on the tip of your tongue, you suppress it by biting your lip, hoping the look of desperation reflected in your gaze is enough to appease him.
To your dismay, he presses on, seemingly unfazed, as if he had anticipated your compliance all along. While you take his warning seriously, you can’t help but give his hips a playful nudge with yours as a subtle way to push back and have the final word. He chuckles at your defiance but doesn’t relent, moving from one breast to the other to ensure each receives equal attention.
You feel a surge of annoyance, but another bite and the gentle roll of your nipple between his teeth sends your eyes rolling back in pleasure. Your hands instinctively reach out to grip his shoulders, pulling him closer as desire takes over once again.
A certain amount of time has slipped away unnoticed, and after ensuring that each breast is swollen and flushed from his attentions, he finally stops to rest his hands on your hips, holding you close.
A wave of anticipation washes over you, and just when you expect him to finally make that move you’ve been yearning for, he redirects his attention back to your neck, eliciting a frustrated whine from you.
"You're just being mean now, Meg's," you huff, and this time, your words succeed in making the mech actually laugh.
“Oh, believe me, lass,” he begins, his voice laced with a hint of malice that sends a shiver through you, making your thighs tremble. “You don’t want to see what I’m like when I’m mean. Now, lift those hips of yours and quit your whinin’ before you change my mind.”
You don’t need to be told twice; and within seconds, your body is pressed against his once more, and this time, you can finally feel all of him.
You steal a quick glance down at his spike nestled between your stomachs, hard and rigid.
“Oh, yes,” You whisper before he lifts your hips himself this time, “Yes!” You hiss again under your breath as you feel his tip align with your entrance.
“Brace yourself, little one,” he commands softly in your ear as he begins to guide himself inside you. However, just as the tip barely breaches your entrance, you tense up as you loose your breathe, stopping him from entering you any further as you squeeze his tip so tightly, he nearly fumbles his hold on you.
“Breathe, human,” he growls, his grip on your hips firm as his digits press into your skin. His body tenses in response to the way your opening clings to his tip, the intensity of the moment palpable between you.
He holds his position until your breathing finally steadies, but the way your body instinctively shifts, pleading for him to move, pushes him over the edge.
“Fragging femme,” he snaps, his voice low and intense. “I’m already fighting the urge to tear you apart. Now do as I say and breathe!”
You take a deep, rigid breath, struggling to follow his instruction, but you try to rest your forehead against his shoulder, closing your eyes to concentrate on your breathing.
Oh god, oh god. This is just the tip, how is he gonna the rest of himself inside?
You expect no response to your silent worries, but a minute goes by and suddenly you’re taken aback when you feel cool lips gently brush against your forehead.
“Doin’ so good for me, lass. I just need you to breathe for me. Can you do that?” His complete three-sixty catches you off guard for half a second before you’re melting into him and nodding your head against his shoulder.
Breathe in. Breath out.
You continue this rhythm until your breath begins to steady, and just as your body feels like it might relax completely, you sense his hands reassert their hold on your hips, and he resumes his movements.
"That's right, such a good little thing for me," Megatron hisses, feeling you gradually envelop him until he is fully inside you, your body fitting perfectly against him.
A brief pause envelops you both, filled with a sense of relief and satisfaction as you exhale softly together… until Meg’s ruins it.
“Look at that, who knew a spike stuffed in her tight cunt, was all she needed to behave.”
Motherfucker.
You squeeze. You clench as hard as you can for as long as you can, savoring the sensation of Megatron being the one now gasping for breath.
After gripping tightly until your muscles ache, you finally relax, a sense of pride and achievement washing over you. Until that moment of satisfaction is abruptly interrupted by a sudden sharp slap against your backside, causing you to gasp in surprise.
“You’re gonna regret that, lass.”
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I've only seen this robot with funny knees a couple of times, but I liked it so much, so...why not?
decided to completely remodel W-74 because i wasnt happy with the previous model. I am still very new to 3d modelling and also colorblind lol.
LOOK LOOK AT THE SILLY GUY!!!
Silly
FRRRRRRRRRR OMg theres like so Many unhinged people out there that looks so god damn normal until you trigger something and they'll reveal how feral, down bad, dirty, weird asf they are.
nah man you know what
enough with the 'uwu humans are fragile' in the transformers fandoms
gimme humans that are FERAL and are literal space orcs on a hell planet that tries every day to kill them even when its a nice day!
our games as children teach us hunting/evading/pursuit skills. Hide and Seek anyone? we learn to hide from enemies, how to track them down, and how to run them down if playing hide and seek: tag edition.
lets take Earthspark for example.
yes the cybertronians are Much Larger than us and that's Scary bc we're just a Little Guy but also once we get over that fear they become jungle gyms. you literally cannot tell me that (willing) autobots would not have at least 20 soldiers climbing all over their frames, using them as a the 'quick route' to get onto tall walkaways instead of having to go down the hall a quarter of a mile, take a left, take an elevator, and then climb stairs to reach the correct catwalk.
Wheeljack introduces a new weapon? the humans go "ooooo NICE but add a flame thrower."
"Why"
"bc i want to be able to toast marshmallows while i shoot shit with this thing"
just humans being their little weird humans selves and giving cybertronians on both sides heart attacks with the stupid shit we do
Okay, first of all, I did it just because I was bored, and secondly, I don't regret it.
Ehe~
Hello! If you still got slots for requests, may I ask for some soft vore with Earthspark Bumblebee? Hope that’s okay!
It is absolutely okay anon! Earthspark Bumblebee...whatta guy. Personally, he's one of my favorite Bee incarnations, so I really enjoyed writing this. Thanks for the request! Feedback is always appreciated! :D
I wanted to make the reader androgynous when it comes to the environment Earthspark takes place in for the sake of all of you who are imagining yourselves into the story. Just assume you live on the Malto property alongside Bumblebee to help train the Terrans and kids if you wish.
Warmth In Raindrops
Pairing: Earthspark Bumblebee x Human Reader
Warning: This story contains soft vore. If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, then please do not read this story.
Word Count: 1661
You can’t sleep.
The thunder outside keeps you awake. With every crashing boom, you feel like there are a million trash cans toppling over outside, ringing painfully and causing your eardrums to ache. You shiver, drawing the covers over your head, your body curled up into a ball as you shrink back against your mattress. Lightning flashes through the window blinds. You feel like you are trapped within a haunted mansion despite being in your own bedroom.
You can’t sleep like this, and if the storm continues at this ferocity, you won’t be earning a wink all night.
More thunder. A whimper escapes your lips, and you squeeze your eyelids shut so tightly they hurt. You can feel the fatigue weighing you down, all the way from your bones to your brain. It’s quite pathetic to find yourself in this state. Childhood is long behind you; thunder is not something you should fear anymore. Yet, you’ve never managed to get over that instinctive dislike for loud sounds. And so here you are, with no way to escape the anger from the skies above, forced to tremble before their booming might.
You don’t want to be alone.
Slowly, you sit up and push the covers off of you. Each careful step you take through the house is illuminated by the lightning and shaken by the heavy drumming of raindrops. You have to dress yourself for the weather before you go outside. Your coat and boots do little to ward off the deluge, and as soon as you walk out the front door, you are soaked. Anxiety is quickly overcome by frustration. You run for the large red barn that sits a little ways off from the house, mud and water splashing in your wake as you keep your hood over your head. The comforting farm scents of hay and horse bring peace to your agonized mind when you slip through the doors and into the darkness.
There are no animals, not right now. In the far corner of the barn, you see a hulking mass spread out on its back. It is big; bigger than anything else in the barn, the giant robot who is currently taking up residence here is fast asleep. You peel off your coat and boots, throwing them to the side before tiptoeing over to the black-and-yellow mech. Bumblebee is huge, even when he is laying down like this, but you feel no fear when you approach the recharging bot. He’s proven himself time and time again that he would never hurt you
“Bee,” you hiss.
Bumblebee snores.
You sigh. “Bee.” You shake his arm lightly. “Bee, wake up.”
He snorts and sits up sharply, optics flickering open with a start. “Huh? Wha…?” His gaze lands on you. “Oh. Y/N. What-what time is it?”
“It’s midnight,” you reply.
“Midnight?” He stretches his arms over his head and yawns like a big cat, large incisors on full display while blue light momentarily radiates from his mouth. “Why aren’t you in bed?”
You look down at your feet and shrug, mumbling out a halfhearted answer that doesn’t form into proper words. He takes the sight of you in and softens.
“Can’t sleep?” he whispers.
You shake your head and hug yourself tightly. Bumblebee smiles sympathetically and rolls onto his side, opening his arms wide. “Come here.”
You don’t need any more convincing. He laughs softly when you practically fling yourself into him. He curls himself around you, hugging you tight to his chassis. “Clingy tonight, aren’t we?”
“Mm, shut up.” You slap him lightly. He laughs and coos, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “Cute little one,” he murmurs.
More thunder causes you to stiffen. He notices and chuffs questioningly. “What’s wrong?” he asks.
You tilt your head up to look at him. The glow of his optics is calm, his expression one of soft concern. It’s a bit embarrassing for you, a grown adult, to admit the answer, but the look he’s giving you silently implores you to trust him. You can tell him anything. He won’t judge.
“The thunder,” you reply.
Bumblebee blinks. “Is it scaring you?”
You bite your bottom lip and nod, lowering your head to sheepishly hide your reddening cheeks in your arms. The mech’s voice drops to a whisper. “Hey.” He dips his index digit under your chin and tips your head back up to meet his gaze. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I get it, I do.” He rubs his thumb up and down your thigh in a soothing manner and speaks with a honey-sweet tone. “Do you want to go inside?”
You perk up a little. “You-you mean it?”
“I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t,” he chuckles. “I know how sensitive your ears are to loud noises, and even though I can be quite…noisy…” He presses his a servo over his midsection, and you can hear an eager growl echo up from beneath his plating. “I know you would rather listen to me than the thunder. So c’mon.” He opens his intake, casting you in the cyan glow of his biolights. “You want in?”
You hesitate, casting an uneasy look into the massive robotic mouth that’s so, so close to you. Warm air that carries the slight scent of gasoline wafts around you, beckoning you forward with hypnotic warmth. You’ve never allowed yourself to be…eaten by a Cybertronian before. You are aware of their capabilities, of how they can swallow a human down into their tank. You wouldn’t be digested. You’d be…warm…
Bumblebee senses your nervousness and tries to soothe you with low purrs. He bumps his nose against you again. “There’s nothing to be afraid of,” he murmurs. “You’ll be safe. I promise, I’ll always keep you safe.”
You inhale shakily. Warmth. Safety. You’ll take both over the thunder. So you sit up and reach your arms forward to carefully press your hands against his tongue.
It’s soft, squishy. It doesn’t have a fleshy feeling to it, but rather its texture is like silicone, allowing you to sink into it with little resistance. Bumblebee looks down at you with a twinkle in his eye. Slowly, he shifts your hands to the side by curling his tongue up to taste them. The sensation of it rolling underneath your palms causes you to giggle. “T-That tickles.”
“Does it? Sorry. You just…you taste really good.”
“I…I do?”
“Yes.” He presses his tongue up against your palms with more force. “I can definitely see myself craving you.”
You giggle again. “I don’t know whether to be flattered or disgusted.”
“Ehh, maybe both.” He laughs. “But I’d prefer the former over the latter.”
He nudges you forward. You comply and allow him to guide you into his mouth. Climbing over giant teeth, you flop forward, biolight washing over you as you peer down his throat. He lifts his tongue to slide you further in. He’s patient with this; there’s no hunger in the way he draws you in, no sense of urgency or possessiveness. He lets you go at your own pace, and only when you are completely inside does he close his mouth. The sound of the thunder is barely audible now. You nestle in and close your eyes, soaking in the heat, content to remain like this for the rest of the night.
Bumblebee hums. His tongue rises only a little, and you inch closer to his throat. Though he doesn’t gulp you down, from the way saliva is practically dripping from every surface of his mouth right now, you can tell he desperately wishes to swallow you. Not wanting to torture him any longer, you give him the all clear. “It’s okay, Bee. I’m ready.”
Another hum is what you get for a response. He gives one last little lick to your face before he swallows.
It’s a slow journey down. You close your eyes and let his esophagus carry you further into his body. All around you is the sound of his purrs. When you finally do slip into his fuel tank and sink into the thick, squishy cables that close in to hug you close, you feel such an intense level of comfort that it makes you want to beg him to keep you in here forever.
“Y/N?” Bumblebee whispers for you. “Are you alright? Can you hear me?”
“Mm.” You make a soft, relaxed noise. “M’ okay, Bee. I can hear you.”
“Is it alright in there?” he asks. “Are you warm? Can you see?”
“Bee, trust me, I’m fine. I’m very warm and I feel very happy.” You lay flat on your back and stare up at the tank’s “ceiling.” All around you, his biolights shine. It’s like a light show that feels so good to look at. “I don’t know why we haven’t done this before.”
“I didn’t think you’d want to do it,” he says. “I haven’t done this with a human in…oh gosh, I want to say years, but it's probably been a decade.” The tank walls squeeze you in one big bear hug…or, bot hug, you think humorously to yourself. “But I’m glad I could do it again with you.”
You smile and close your eyes. “You are such a sap.”
“What can I say?” He squeezes you again. “I’m always a sap for you, little one.”
You murmur incomprehensible noises and turn onto your stomach, squirming with a flustered feeling rising within you as your cheeks turn red. Bumblebee coos and cuddles you, wrapping his arms around his midsection to hold you tightly within. You say nothing else, and yet, you know you don’t have to. He understands. He always does.
There is no thunder here. Only gurgles and purrs and his sparkbeat. You find yourself slipping off into sleep before you know it. Your rest is deep and undisturbed. It’s safe here. You are safe here. With him surrounding you, protecting you, there is no reason to remain awake.
FUCK YEAH!!!
This is some VERY old barn husbands doodle like I think around December 2022 so please don’t mind the old art style 😭😭 but I remember having the idea of drawing Earthspark Cade and Optimus,,,
because I feel like it would just be so. FUNNY to have the LEADER OF THE AUTOBOTS develop a huge crush on this AverageTM mechanic guy living about his life. Like he just sees him around Witwicky while scouting the area and gets so mesmerized, he crashes into a Tree. and Megatron starts taking notice and makes fun of him for it.
Imagine:
“You know, when you said you would ally with the humans I didn’t know it would’ve gone so far as to fall in lov-“
“SHUT THE FUCK UP”
Or maybe
“Maybe he would like you back.”
“No, he wouldn’t and besides, we have different lives, different jobs… it just wouldn’t work. He has a daughter and probably a wife so-“
“She’s dead.” “REALLY?! I mean- really? Wow, that is absolutely terrible.”
Like do yOU SEE THE VISION!!!
Also like their first meeting could be the Terrans eventually get involved in something and end up in his backyard (he lives in the country side of witwicky, not in town) and he helps them. And when he helps them back home or something, Optimus sees him and like, Freezes before thanking him (poorly) (hes stuttering like hell) and Cade is like, “no problem! Yk, this might sound real corny but I’m a big fan of you and your team.” all sweet and embarrassed but OP is just like Freaking. Tf. Out. (Internally) LIKE!!!! imagine!!!!!
The Terrans have like no clue and think nothing of it but Dot looks up and Megatron and he just Nods, smiling. Bumblebee just has a midlife crisis thinking about how he might have a Dad2.