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Gay-coded Cyclonus sketch

Basically just real dialog

Cannot come up with a caption

Click for better quality, Tumblr chewed her

Really liked a pose reference made by @cainosis felt compelled to draw my babygirl, Roddy

Tailgate braiding Whirl's hair because I thought about it on my way to work the other day and got really emotional

Roddy my boy

Based on this hot rod scene in the animated movie

I'm working on a transformers fic right now(featuring Rodimus🤭) and before that I remembered to update my fandoms and masterlist to add transformers to it.

There are literally so many transformers characters because there are so many continuities, shows, cartoons, comics, that its so damn hard to include that characters I write for and which ones I don't. Shows like TFP are easy because the cast is a regular size but the IDW comics, which I'll be writing from the most, has so many characters in it and I barely know half of them</3

NEW TF SERIES!!

Okay so in my last post I mentioned how I'm working on a Rodimus fic but I also came up with a great idea!

I'll be making a Transformers nsfw headcanon series, mostly focusing on submissive headcanons. The series will be featuring my headcanons for their frame, their kinks, and(possibly) their taste in mechs!

I'm not sure how many I'll make and who will be showing up, but I do plan on making at least 15, and will be posting at least one each week&lt;3

Meeting Shenanigans

Warnings: TOP/DOM READER + SUB/BOTTOM CHARACTER + cybertronian reader + gn reader + exhibitionist kink + under table valve fingering + Rodimus is a little shit + gets his shit rocked in the end tho + masochist Rodimus + humiliation + overstimulation + Ratchet finds you guys out :( + he lets it go though!

Word Count: 1224

A/N: This is my first time writing transformers smut I've been reading it for a while now but the terminology can be so hard to write </3

"I for one believe that more funding should go into mine and Perceptor's(mostly mine) lab work. Right now I'm making this---"

"Brainstorm, please refrain from using my name in one of your ridiculous attempts of appealing with your inventions," Perceptor interrupted Brainstorm, narrowing his eyes.

"As I was saying before someone so rudely interrupted me," Brainstorm continued, glaring at Perceptor. "An increase in funding can help me buy the materials for my new invention. And I know, I know, you guys are so excited to see what I came up with but..." Once Brainstorm started rambling, you couldn't bother to keep paying attention.

Once again, Brainstorm had called for a meeting on the Lost Light regarding an increase in funding for his research. More like creating life threatening devices that look like sparklings' toys. Attending the meeting alongside the scientists were Ultra Magnus, Megatron, Ratchet, and Rodimus. You didn't really have a reason to be there. You were only there because Rodimus refused to go without his conjunx.

Brainstorm continued to ramble on about his so called "urgent need" of research funding. Ultra Magnus nodded while taking notes as Megatron and Ratchet looked equally done with Brainstorm's bullshit. Rodimus yawned a bit as he leaned on your shoulder. Even you were ready to leave this meeting, Ultra Magnus would never allow anyone to leave, even if the Lost Light caught on fire right then and there.

Right as you were about to doze off, you felt a light brush on your thigh. You jerked looking at Rodimus but he was still facing forward, a bored expression on his face. Thinking that it was just your processor playing tricks on you, you relaxed again. Not even 2 kliks later, you felt the touch of a servo on your interface panel, much more insistent than before. You looked down to see Rodimus' servo stroking your interface panel.

Once again you focused your gaze on Rodimus. While he was still facing forward, his optics were on you, bright with unspent charge. He continued to trace circles on your panel, a small smirk beginning to grow on his face. So this is how he wants to distract himself, you thought, sighing inwardly. Well, it's not like you were opposed to the idea. Besides, you had already come up with a plan to take away Rodimus' upper hand.

While Rodimus continued to stroke your panel, you moved your own servo to his thigh, groping it and feeling how warm it was. Rodimus' movements stuttered as he wasn't expecting the sudden touch. When you moved your servo to roughly grabbing Rodimus' panel, he gritted his dentae, holding back a groan as his panel quickly retracted.

Since his movements on your panel had completely stopped, it allowed you to focus on teasing your conjunx. Rodimus had a scrunched up look on his face, his optics darting back and forth to make sure he wasn't attracting any attention to him. You grinned inwardly as you skipped any teasing and immediately stuffed two servos inside of him.

"Mhhn--" Rodimus quickly slaps a servo over his mouth when the moan threatened to come out. He got a weird look from Ratchet who happened to be sitting near them, but he rolled his eyes and seemingly brushed it off. Rodimus attempts to shoot you a glare but it loses it's effect when he's blushing furiously as he tries to pretend to be unbothered by your touch.

You continue to move your servos in Rodimus' valve, scissoring him wide open and ramming your servos in as far as they can go. You can feel your lover's valve cycle down tightly as he grinds his dentae in an attempt to not let out any noise. Rodimus soon lets his helm fall down onto the meeting table with a loud thunk. Everyone except for Perceptor and Brainstorm who are now in a heated argument look at Rodimus confused, then at you for answers.

You just shrugged and turned to Rodimus and nudged him with your free servo. "You good?" you asked him with faux innocence as you continued to finger his valve. "..." Rodimus stayed silent, knowing that even opening his mouth would lead to him moaning and exposing what the two of you were doing.

Finally, Rodimus called your comm and you took your sweet time to pick up the call. :Please, don't be so--nnghh, hahh, rough!: Rodimus whined as you chuckled over the call. :But Roddy, you started it didn't you? I bet you thought this was going to go your way, didn't you?: you purred seductively as you roughly pinched his anterior node.

"mm...nhh..." Despite Rodimus muffling his moans, you could still faintly hear it. He was now rocking back on your servos, chasing the pleasure you were giving him despite the company you had. His entire frame was trembling now as he approached his overload.

:You know, Roddy, if I were in a meaner mood, I'd probably be stuffing four of my servos into your tight valve and have you moaning and squirting on my servo like a cheap whore. Everyone at this table would know how slutty you are, you know that?: Your insults dripped with venom. Rodimus whimpered at your harsh words as he comes closer to his climax.

:[n-name]!! Gonna--Ahhnn!: Rodimus moaned desperately over comms as he overloaded on your fingers, lubricant staining your servos as he spasmed. You immediately removed your servos from his valve. :So just touching you a bit was enough to make you squirt in public?: you sneered. :That's just sad:

Rodimus whined at your disappointment as he comes down from his overload. His cooling fans had nearly short-circuited due to him repeatedly denying permission to turn them off so his frame was running terribly hot. He continued to tremble as your optics looked around the room to see if any one had caught wind of what the two of you were up to.

Ratchet was sitting across from the two of you but had a scowl on his face that was clearly directed at you and Rodimus. He definitely knew that the two of you were fooling around during the meeting and he was very much in disapproval about it. Yeah you were definitely going to receive dome words from him after the meeting. You shivered at the thought of his infamous wrench.

Ultra Magnus still hadn't noticed as he was still absorbed by Brainstorm and Perceptor's still ongoing argument. Megatron was sitting down with his arms crossed over his chassis, his helm tilted downwards with his optics closed. Most likely, he was getting tired of whatever nonsense was coming out of Brainstorm's mouth and had decided to clock out of the meeting quietly.

You gave Ratchet a small grin as your servos began to circle Rodimus' anterior node causing him to jolt. You called Ratchet's comm and surprisingly he picks up.

:You two are terrible: Ratchet says, his optics narrowing. :We're in a meeting and you decide to fool around?:

:C'mon Ratchet: you pleaded. :Just stay quiet about this please? I promise this won't be happen again!: Ratchet just snorts and turns his head away, disconnecting the call. Despite what you told Ratchet, with the way that Rodimus is reacting to your touch, Ratchet will most likely not be getting a break anytime soon.

Oh my gosh, a thirst for MTMTE puppy boy Swerve?? If its okay?

Warnings: sub/bottom character + dom/top reader + cybertronian reader + blow-job + praise + petting + slight size kink + he's such a slut for praise

A/N: omfg I literally love Swerve so much I just want to shower the poor guy in affection

"...Just keep on going for me sweetspark. You got this," you assured the minibot as he went down on your spike. "Mmhhphh..." Swerve tried to respond only to immediately be embarrassed once he remembered that you wouldn't be able to understand anything that came out of his mouth.

You chuckled a bit. "Don't worry Swerve. Just keep going down, little by little." The reason you were having Swerve work down your spike so slowly was due to your size. You were a bit bigger that the average mech, which would naturally lead to your spike to being a bit bigger. Swerve was already a pretty small bot, so it wasn't easy to take your spike, despite his big mouth.

You had told him that it was alright, that he didn't need to suck your spike and that you were more than happy to eat his valve out. He kept insisting though, so you eventually let him give you a blow-job, but you made sure to be careful. Despite your protests to having Swerve suck your spike, you couldn't deny that the sight in front of you wasn't enticing.

Swerve was slowly bobbing his head down your length, his lips stretched around your spike with his oral lubricants. His optical ridges were scrunched up in concentration as he struggled a bit to take your spike down his intake. It was such an adorable sight, watching your lover struggle right after insisting that he could take you. And not to mention, his mouth did feel heavenly. Despite the fact it wasn't easy for him to take you into his intake, Swerve was very skilled with his glossa. He sucked on your spike hard, swirling his glossa around your length as he let out little choked moans.

"Hahhh...your doing so good for me sweetspark. So good," you sighed sensually as you place your servo on the top of his helm, rubbing reassuring circles. Swerve whimpered at your praise and petting, driving him to focus on taking you even deeper. Sooner than you expected, he takes you fully, to the hilt. "Nnghhh," Swerve let's out a low moan, wanting you to acknowledge his achievement. "You really did it," you said with genuine surprise in your voice. "I'm so proud of you sweetspark," you cooed as you continued to rub his helm.

Swerve gave a muffled whine as he grinded his open array into your pede, his spike already leaking and you could feel the wetness of his valve. "You're so needy aren't you," you muttered, patting Swerve's head. "If you can make me overload, I'll frag you as hard as you want," you promise him. Swerve nodded as eagerly as he could with his intake still impaled on your spike. He begins to bob up and down your length, able to take you in more easily now with his oral lubricants slicking up you spike. He lets out cute moans as he feels your spike hit the back of his intake and reach into he throat tubing. Still, he sucks your spike in earnest, leaving a sloppy mess on your spike that only increases your arousal. "There you go. Now there's a good bot."

[req] idw rodi and oppy maybe?? op getting spiked down by rodi (who won't stop even after multiple overloads) in a mating press is *chefs kiss* 🤌

Interesting Incentives

warnings: sub/bottom optimus + top/dom rodimus + breeding kink + rough sex + valve eating + a bit of humiliation + overstimulation + mating press + dacryphilia + Roddy hates doing his work + but if he gets the Optipussy out of it best believe he's getting it done🙏🏾

word count: 2320

a/n: I don't usually write much for Optimus/Roddy but I really enjoyed this ^-^ to add on to this I had to only put their names in their respective colors because making their writing colored was literally hurting my eyes...

Also while this takes place in mtmte, just pretend they had a canon iteration there for this scenario to happen

"Optimusss," Rodimus groaned, his helm hitting his desk with a heavy thunk. "I can't do this. Seriously, I can't. You know paperwork is one of my very few weaknesses," he huffed. Rodimus had been tasked with filling out some paperwork on some incident involving his crew doing certain things on certain foreign planets that they shouldn't be doing...Like he cares about that! Like yeah, maybe Cybertronians are banned from certain planets for that reason, why should he have to pay for it?

"Rodimus. We've already gone over this. If you're not able to keep your crew in check, there will be consequences." Optimus feels like he's explained several times over and over again. Probably because he has. "I get it, I get it. But do you know how boring this slag is? By the time I finish this work, a new war would have started, another 4 million years---"

"Okay, I understand." Optimus interrupts him and sighs heavily, closing his optics. How could he get the speedster to get through his work when he has the attention span of a turbopup? He open his optics only to find that Rodimus has started to scroll on his datapad, doing Primus know what.

Wait...what if there was a way to get him to do his work...

Optimus jumps a bit as he finally has an idea. It may be a bit...unrefined if the word fit, but it was his last chance to get Rodimus to actually get something done. "Rodimus." Optimus straightens up, catching the attention of the Lost Light captain. "I have an incentive for you to complete your work. One that I find you would consider."

"...What is it?" Rodimus seems a bit hesitant. Usually, Optimus' idea of a reward didn't match his own, but the look in Optimus' optics made him think about the possibility of the offer being worth it.

"If you finish your workload on time, I will allow you to interface with me however your spark desires." Optimus almost regrets what he says when he sees Rodimus choke a bit in surprise and bang on his chestplate, attempting to unclog the oral lubricant he choked on. He was no stranger to fragging Optimus as they were conjunx endurae, but for Optimus to just...lay fragging him on a table as a reward for him was something he did not expect from the Prime.

"Are you saying that...you're offering yourself up as a reward for me finishing my work?" Rodimus says incredulously. "You might as well just say: 'Finish your work and you can frag me silly'," Rodimus says with a mischievous grin. Optimus huffs as he turns his helm away a bit, his faceplate flushing a bit under his mask. "No matter how you believe I should have said it, but my offer still stands. I will be back in the next 6 joors. I would like to see your work done by then, Rodimus."

"No need to worry about me," Rodimus winks at the Prime. "I'll get it done in half the time." Optimus nods and exits the room. The moment the heavy door shuts behind him, Optimus sighs heavily. It's not like he wasn't open to holding up his end of the deal, but now he knows that Rodimus will only want to finish his work if he gets to frag Optimus. Not only that, but even he knew that six joors was too much time to give to the speedster to finish his work. He only gave that extra time because he truly was looking forward to Rodimus getting his reward.

Optimus shakes his helm, clearing his straying thoughts in his processor. Hopefully, Rodimus will take long enough so that Optimus can finish his proper paperwork. Still though, he can't get Rodimus out of his processor as he walks down the halls to his own office...

Not even a full two joors later, Rodimus calls Optimus' comm line and eagerly announces that he's finished. Optimus had only gotten halfway through his own work! Yes, he did expect Rodimus to finish in under his time limit, but he thought that the speedster was only bragging. Well...I've clearly been proven wrong Optimus thought to himself as he rises up from his chair and makes his way to Rodimus' office.

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Rodimus crowds Optimus onto his desk, placing his servos on both sides of Optimus' hips. "I told you I'd finish it in half the time needed," Rodimus purred as he nibbled on Optimus' finial. He only shivered and leaned into the touch. Rodimus placed a light kiss onto his conjunx's finial and laid his servos on his generous hips. "You don't know how badly I've been wanting this," Rodimus breathed out. Me either... Optimus thought to himself. The pair hadn't had much time lately to be with each other, let alone interface and it had left the both of them longing for each other.

Rodimus began to paw at Optimus panel and he let it slide away immediately. The speedster's digits made it's way to Optimus' valve, only to notice that it was already lubricating. Not that he didn't expect Optimus to be wet already but this much slick was...

Rodimus' suspicions were confirmed when he pushed two digits into Optimus valve and was met with no resistance at all. "Did you really open yourself up for me," Rodimus' optics widened in disbelief. Optimus turned away, his faceplate blushing furiously now. "Well, I know how hard you work when your focused and you seemed serious when you said you wouldn't take long so...I just decided to prepare myself for you."

Rodimus immediately begins to thrust his digits into Optimus, taking the Prime by surprise, causing him to let out an unrestrained whine. "Well aren't you sweet," Rodimus teased as he continued pumping his digits. "Mhh, nghh, AH---" Optimus' optics widen as he feels Rodimus grind one of his digits into his node. Harshly. "R-Rodimus please," Optimus begged for his conjunx to let up on the pressure to his node, his pretty blue optics gazing imploringly at his conjunx. It only caused him to press even harder, ripping a broken moan from the Prime.

"Relax," Rodimus rolled his optics. "You can take it, can't you?" Optimus inhales sharply when Rodimus doesn't let up and nods quickly. "Good," Rodimus praises his conjunx and leans into his faceplates. He gnaws a bit on Optimus' already kiss-bruised lips, asking for entry. Optimus parts his lips, allowing Rodimus to slip his glossa in and envelop him in a heated kiss.

Rodimus pushes the Prime down fully on his desk as he deepens the kiss, attacking Optimus' glossa and fully dominating him with just his intake. "Mhnghh...hmmm..." Optimus whimpered into the kiss, his processor feeling a bit fuzzy as Rodimus keeps up his assault in his intake. He doesn't even realize that Rodimus had been pushing him down until his spinal-strut hit the table.

Rodimus pulled away and admired his view of the Prime. Optimus' optics were half-lidded, his faceplate flushed the prettiest blue and he had a bit of oral lubricant running down the corner of his intake. Primus, he already looked fucked out even without fragging him. Finally taking his focus off of his conjunx's wrecked face, he decided to give more attention to his valve.

"I just can't get over the fact that I went so long without seeing this part of you Optimus," Rodimus says, lust filling his optics as he runs a digit down Optimus' puffy folds, watching them clench on nothing. "Thankfully, I'll be able to do more than looking today." Rodimus grabs the Prime by his large thigh and pushes his spike to Optimus' tight heat. He doesn't even remember when his spike pressurized but even that slips away from him as he pushes his spike into Optimus.

"R-Rodimus! Ahhh...nghh, not t-too fast---" Optimus whimpers as he feels Rodimus' spike fill him up so quickly. Rodimus' spike isn't that big for a mech of Optimus' size, but it's very long, Optimus sometimes feeling like it would hit his gestation seal if Rodimus goes too quickly. "Ah, s-sorry Optimus, you're just so---tight!" Rodimus punctuates with a rough thrust, directly into one of Optimus' more sensitive nodes in his valve, causing the Prime to let out an undignified moan.

Rodimus truly couldn't hold himself back. The magnets in his valve were practically pulling his spike in deeper and they were massaging his spike just right. Not only that, but Optimus' valve was so tight, so stimulating the it made him lose control. He tightens his grip on Optimus' thighs and pushes them back to Optimus' front, his thighs almost touching his windshield. "...What are you---" Before Optimus can get his sentence out, Rodimus begins pounding his valve so harshly that he chokes on his own words.

"HaaAH! Rodi-- AnGH! Oh!" Optimus lets out deep moans as Rodimus frags his valve with no restraint. With this new position, he can feel Rodimus' long spike getting dangerously close to his gestation seal. And it it was close to his seal, it also meant he was getting close to his forge..."F-frag you're so tight!" Rodimus groans as he pushes deeper into Optimus valve. At first, he doesn't know why but it's when he realizes what his spike is close to hitting does it finally click.

"Oohh, so I'm close to your seal, huh? W-want me to fill you up with my transfluid, yeah?" Optimus nods his head vigorously, his optics filled with charge. "Yes! Yes, want to-- Ohh! Mghnn, fill me up! Please!" He seemed so desperate to have his valve and forge filled up with Rodimus' transfluid that it only brought Rodimus closer to his overload than he would like.

"Y-you'd like that right? For me to to fuck your pretty pussy and fill it up so much you can barely walk?" Optimus whimpers at the speedster's crude use of human obscenities, yet it only makes him feel hotter under his plating. "Yes! Haah! Please, yes!" Optimus crying now, optical fluid flowing freely as it rolled down his face. He was so close to his overload, his frame trembling all over as Rodimus kept pumping his spike into him. His valve burned in such a pleasurable way whenever Rodimus' spike would reach deep into him, hitting his most sensitive nodes. "Rodimus! I-I'm---" Optimus' frame trembles violently as he feels his oncoming overload. "F-frag! Overload for me Optimus," Rodimus moans into Optimus' audial.

"GhhkK---" Optimus can barely even make any noise as his overload rocks through his frame. His valve drenches Rodimus' spike in his lubricant, tightening up almost impossibly so. "Hahh, Optimus---" Rodimus spills into him right after, painting the inside of his valve a light pink. As the pair lay down on the desk, their cooling fans spinning rapidly, Rodimus pushes Optimus' legs back into their previous condition. The Prime has a confused look on his face until Rodimus begins to push into him again.

"Rodimus, unghh...your still, ahh!" Optimus whines as Rodimus begins to frag him again. "You can go again...can't you Optimus?" Rodimus laughs breathily. "Nghh! I-I think I can---AH!" Optimus yelps embarrassingly when Rodimus bites down hard on his finial. He expected it to hurt and it did but...it only added on to the pleasure he felt with Rodimus' spike pumping in his valve. "Ahh! R-rodi---" The speedster shuts Optimus up with a violent kiss. His glossa forces its way into Optimus' intake, wrestling with Optimus' own glossa. The prime moans deeply into the kiss, allowing his intake to be dominated as Rodimus claimed his valve at a rough pace.

Optimus was an oversensitive wreck now, his helm spinning with the overwhelming pleasure his frame was feeling. Even quicker than the last time, Optimus overloads hard. "MMNGHH!" His load moan is barely muffled by Rodimus mouth on his. He squirts for a second time that night and can feel his frame run out of energy, his cooling fans working at the max. Rodimus still hadn't overloaded yet, still rutting into Optimus like his life depended on it. Optimus whimpered in overstimulation as the speedster continued to ravage his valve, chasing his own orgasm.

"Ghh---gonna overload! Optimus!" It was Rodimus' last warning before he finally released his transfluid into Optimus' valve. Optimus didn't know why, but Rodimus' last orgasm triggered another orgasm. It was smaller than the last two, but it still wasn't easy on his pleasure drunk frame. "Unghh...mmhnn, Rodimus," Optimus moans weakly as his orgasm passes through him, fully enveloping his frame in bliss. Finally, Rodimus pulled his depressurized spike out.

Once Rodimus saw the state of Optimus' valve, he was almost sorry he couldn't pressurize anymore. Optimus' valve lips were puffy from abuse and slick with his and Rodimus' overloads. His valve was absolutely drenched with the pairs' fluid, the lubricant dripping out of him a bit, creating an obscene image. While he couldn't frag Optimus again there was something else he could do.

Rodimus crouches and pulls himself close to Optimus' valve. He immediately presses his intake into Optimus' sopping valve, causing the Prime to make a a sound unbecoming of a Prime. "Hahnn, No more, oohhh," Optimus whines as he feels Rodimus glossa make its way into his valve, eating him out like it's his last meal. Rodimus sucks up all the transfluid in the Prime's valve, tasting the bittersweetness of their release. Wanting to give Optimus one last overload, he begins to rub furiously at his node.

"O-oh! Please Rodimus, I-I'm---MhHNGG!" Optimus overloads one last time, his vision whitening out for a bit before clearing again. As Optimus lays down on the desk, Rodimus slumped down on his chassis as they catch their breath, Optimus can't help but look forward to the next time he offers himself up as an incentive for his conjunx.

As a kid, you love Transformers for the big robots shooting at eachother and transforming into sport cars;

As an adult, you love Transformers because of the tragedy of the fallen civilazation of scholars and explorers now having been forced to fight in an endless war just to survive while being stranded on an alien planet but finding friendship and love with the natives and discovering how much they have in common thus creating hope for the rebuilding of their home.

Images that sound like this because cybertronians definitely purr

s- swung????

My solution to boredom is transing those formers

i just know when they laugh they fall all over each other

Very excited to be part of the Transformers Reverse Bang 2024 !

Here's a preview of our work :D

Go check out my amazing partnered writer @neonhoneycomb 's blog for the other half of this sneak peek !

So happy to reveal my pieces for the Transformers Reverse Mini Bang 2024 ! I got to work with the amazing @neonhoneycomb who ran with my idea, put in SO MUCH work and made SUCH A WONDERFUL FIC go check it out HERE !

I also drew a few page breaks for the fic, but you'll have to read Neon's work to see those ;)

:D

The WIVES

The school semester is done so now I can continue posting.

The absolute legends, I love these two SO much and now I must draw silly doodles of them to sate the thought that they might never return in fiction :]