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First months VS the last.

SpookyYami said Megatronus is big enough to have a trine by himself and YES.

ahem👁️👁️✨

Transformers One: DPax "I Can't Take It Anymore!" [18+]

Produced and Art By @clawsou (Bluesky) (Shop)

Voice Acting By Tonezone.mp4 (Youtube) (Instagram)

My second colourist decided to remain anonymous :'3

About Orion's biolights

this comic is made bc im a little bit sad that in OP's form we can't see his cute biolights as clearly as we see with Orion anymore

I need to be inside Astrotrain so bad just to stand in him for a few seconds woube enough but a whole ride?! I would die happy. I would straight up serve in war for decepticons go through Shockwave experiments just to ride him at least once. Ohhhh I would pet his wall and sits and just feel his metal maybe some rude decepticons left some dents and scratches inside him. I want to feel his metal shift I want to know that his alive that his ventilating. To be inside his cockpit would be the peak of my life, oh to hold his wheel BRO THE BUTTONS ON HIS CONTROL PANEL DUDE. Although this wish is not entirely sexual really its mostly admiration but. The transformers fan to objectaphilia pipeline needs to be studied, I wouldn't call myself one but I feel like I'm falling into it.

"A new image passes through your mind and it's Soundwave in between your thighs staring at you with your fluids all over his face and mouth."

Based on this ask I got!

Actually kinda proud that this took only a few hours of rendering considering I don't have a proper rendered style yet! + overusing a new brush I got, and yes, the sketch is supposed to be there — if you can actually see it.

W/o fluids ver under the cut.

I love to think that they have two different ways of solving their problems :D

frame worship 💙💜

whips out my favs

Well...

I won't apologize (that's a rofl btw)

there's been a couple times that i've gone to the local sex club and every time i was at an event there was one man just fully naked walking around. same guy every time. hog like a hoagie roll when flaccid and he was always flaccid. anyway at one of the less populated events i got to sit and talk with him and he told me that he told me he was always naked because, despite it being a sex club, people still don't know when it's 'okay' to start getting into it and he decided he'd be the one thing to break the ice and make everybody comfortable, because you know you can start doing whatever you wanna do when there's just a naked guy walking around. he then asked if i wanted a silicone copy of his dick for my strap. never in my life have i felt such an instant respect for a person.

you are right now i do want to kiss astrotrain or at least cover him in kisses

"I've been waiting for this!"

"Pepper" GN BOT Reader x Astrotrain

Summary: You pepper Astrotrains faceplate with kisses.

Genre/Theme: Short sweet romantic scenario

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

"Stop." Astrotrain droned while you just pressed yet another kiss to his helm. Your next kiss gets him right under one of his optics. "Stop it." There's now a touch of sharp in his tone, but you know what Astrotrain sounded like actually mad. And right now, he was only a bit annoyed. So you just placed another kiss right on the bridge of his olfactory before finally pulling back to assess your work.

He'd come back from the mission upset because he was ordered to stay on the sidelines to be the quick getaway if you'd needed him. So Astrotrain wasn't allowed to help or fight. So you'd taken to trying to shower him with some affection after following him back to his habsuite.

Astrotrain's optics were bright now- not nearly as bright when he'd sat down mad as can be. But they were toned down slightly and now bright for a much more acceptable reason. His scowl had long settled into a sort of pout. Your digits rubbed the underside of his jaw. You stared at your triple charger and couldn't help smiling at him.

You leaned forward and kissed him on the corner of his mouth before huffing a laugh and standing up. Finally giving him the okay to escape you since he finally had an acceptable mood.

Servos grabbing your kibble and yanking you backward makes you curse. You clunked back against Astrotrain, your own servos moving back to his frame to steady yourself. "Where do you think you're going?" Astrotrain practically demanded, his servos grabbing onto your waist and holding you steady. When you knew you weren't gonna fall over, you leveled him with a smug look. You ask him what happened to him telling you to stop and Astrotrain's wings twitch. You just stared at one another before leaning in to kiss him properly on the derma. Astrotrain's digit pads press on your frame when he tightens his grip a touch. You just laugh light when you pull away from one another.

You tell him he'd better be thankful you fixed his sour mood and Astrotrain's plating fluffs in obvious annoyance.

"Shut up." Astrotrain muttered before kissing you again, muffling the next noise of amusement that sounded out of you.

hello yes would absolutely love you to share anything involving spiking other bots, not enough bottoms

MY MECH!!! I may bottom post primarily but I am a verse and would also love to top most these mechs on my blog.

"Cute" GN BOT Reader x Megatron, Hound, Astrotrain, Optimus

Summary: You're topping him and you call him cute.

G1 character: Megatron, Hound, Astrotrain, Optimus

Genre/Theme: Calling him cute while he takes your spike.

Warnings: Smut, 🔞 MDNI

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: Bot reader spikes the guys!

A clipped noise escapes Megatron when you bury your spike back into the deepest point you can reach of his valve. His pleasure nodes being stimulated makes his blasted hips rut back against you when you slam your spike back into his valve. Megatron tenses and latches onto your gauntlets. His own pride refuses to allow himself to wrap his arms around your back. (And wrap his thighs around your waist-) you pant and grunt, but your optics are locked onto his and your optics burn bright. Your optical ridge creased. Pleasure starts humming louder in his core from the sight alone. And your spike forcing his valve to take it only makes it hike higher- and then you smile.

And you say he looks cute.

His spike throbs, and he growls. Megatron then actually does clamp his frame around yours. Thighs locking together behind your aft, and arms dragging your chassis right against his own with a loud scrape. "When I overload on your spike- I'm going to flip you onto your aft and use your spike so hard your frames going to think it's your function-!" Your hips stutter, before you thrust deep into him, making Megatron sigh and pant. Your pelvis grinds down on his anterior node, and Megatron arches against you when his overload finally hits him. His valve milks your spike and makes you spill your transfluid right into him. Megatron groans when you jerk your hips against him again through your own overload. His spent spike is trapped between your frames, smearing pink across both your fronts.

... You hoped the overload was good enough he'd forgive you?

Megatron's servos and thighs still gripping you and leaving you with zero chance of escape made you assume maybe not.

-

Hound is gasping and panting. His glossia brushing against his own bottom derma every time your hips smack against his aft. You hit his ceiling node on your next thrust, and Hounds frame jumps along with it. A gasping muttered noise falls out of him, and he can only whine when you slam into it again. Hot heat traveling through his frame and settling into his struts. Hound's cursing under his vents when you suddenly pull his leg up and half pull him around so you can see each other better. You're panting and cursing like him, and he stares back at you, trying to catch his own vents.

And then you call him cute.

"Huh?" Hound as enough time for his optics to flush somehow even further before you slam your spike back into him and start fragging him with vigor. "Oh Primus- Primus-!" Hound clenches down on your spike and grabs onto your frame, his digits striping some of your paint off. Hound moans loudly, when his overload hits him hard enough his spark feels like It jumps in his chassis. You frag him through it, and Hounds whimpering when you finally bottom out inside of him one last time.

Hound can only look down at where your pelvis is flush against his valve and groans when he sees your transfluid starting to drip out of his valve.

-

Astrotrain's grunting and fisting his servos at his side when you bottom out and simultaneously grind the front of your chassis across his spike. Astrotrain thought his position would've left him a good amount of control- him sitting up against the wall legs spread open. But you figured out way too quickly you could stimulate his spike with every thrust back inside of his valve. And you seemed fragging set on driving him crazy. Astrotrain's helm tilts back and thunks against the wall when your next thrust forward has you slowly grinding down on his spike and anterior node. His valve instinctively spasming around your spike.

And you call him cute-!

Astrotrain grits his jaw and lowers his helm to glare at you. "Don't say that slag-! Gnh-!" Astrotrain screws his denta back together with a clank when you start fragging into his valve harder. Your servos that were on his thighs both grab onto his spike, and Astrotrain's aft almost fully leaves the ground when he bucks against your frame. Your servos both dragged down his spike length, and one of them is pressing right under the head of his spike. And your pelvis grinds down on his anterior node and Astrotrains overloading on your spike with a shout.

You end up getting his transfluid on your own jaw, and Astrotrain has to bite back a groan when you just lift a servo up to swipe it away and start lapping it right off your own digits...

-

Optimus sighs against his own gauntlets, where he's resting his battle mask, when you roll your hips and slide your spike back into his valve. Your spike feathers his deeper nodes in a way that makes him instinctively clench down on you every time you bottomed out inside him. Optimus gasps when you start picking up your pace. Your pelvis is audibly snapping against his aft now. Optimus groans and his plating slacks when you start hitting a deeper bundle of his pleasure nodes when you slightly shift your hips.

And you call him cute-?

Optimus huffs when his own optics brighten. His spike is twitching heavy and neglected below his own hips. "Love, please -" Optimus begs because he needs a bit more from you- and you tell him to arch his upper frame back a bit and Optimus obeys. And next thing Optimus knows, you've bottomed out rough, and your servo hooked on his pauldron and is yanking him backward even further. And your other servo is on his spike-! Optimus keens embarrassingly loud when your glossia drags light but hot along the back of one of his finials. Optimus clenches down on your spike and overloads.

Optimus pants and notes how your oral lubricant on his finial feels warm- so does your transfluid spilling down his inner thighs.

second spring

Hiii :3 I have a fluffy request, lol. So randomly, my nerdy self learnee how to write ancient autobot, right? I can do it from memory now, and decepticon graffiti is next for me to learn.

Can there be a scenario where some of the bots/cons find little cute notes left around only to find out their s/o wrote them? I'd think it'd be cute :)

~SPADE♤🐈‍⬛️

Holy shit that’s so cool :0! I hope you don’t mind I went with Hound and Thundercracker

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Hound knew you were studying something but you never told or showed him what, you begged him to let it be a surprise knowing how observant he can be, honestly he’d be able to tell if you gave him a second to see, but you wanted this to he a surprise for him! And he’s not about to go against his sweetspark’s wishes.

So imagine his surprise when he finds a peice of paper in his glove box after dropping you off at your house. the hand writing is a little sloppy, but it’s in cybertronian autobot dialect and signed off by you.

‘I hope you have a good day, and be safe! I love you.’

- your love’

You learned cybertronian for him? You went out of your way to study his home language, just to surprise him with little notes for him? This was the surprise you wanted to keep for him until you learned it perfectly? He’s paused in the middle of the road just staring at it, he can feel his optics stinging and a smile just overtaking him.

Hound is driving right back to your home, waiting until the garage door closed before transforming to knock on the door. He sits down on the concrete waiting for you to open, though he knows it’ll be a moment as you’re getting out of your work clothes.

When you open the door in your cozy clothes, you are yoinked swiftly into his servos pulled close to his face plate and getting kisses littered across your face. You can’t help but laugh as his dermas tickle your skin, with each kiss being paired with an exaggerated ‘mwah!’

“Not that I’m not happy, but what is this all about? Or did you miss me that much, lover boy?” Your smile just makes Hound melt, and finally pressing his dermas to your lips.

You place your hands on his metal cheeks, holding him in this embrace just a few moments longer before he pulls away to let you breathe.

“I found your note. Did you really learn my home language just for that?”

“I wanted to leave you little notes so you could read them when we aren’t together.”

Hound lets out a pained wheeizng sound like an arrow just struck his spark, before your being smothered in his kisses once more.

-

-

Thundercracker doesn’t ask much, he’s a ‘you’ll tell me when you want’ type of con especially to you, his little human. He does what he can to keep you safe and entertained while he works, he barely bats an optics when you ask him for books or files on cybertron. True, a part of him is happy you want to know about where he came from, but he doubts you’ll have much luck reading it without his help.

Which he did offer, but you denied him. He’s just happy you’re here with him so it doesn’t matter to him.

Until he’s going through the computer in his habsuite and notices a tab open that wasn’t there before, opening it shows him a little messily written message by you, clearly nips use to how big the controls were.

‘I left you some rust sticks in my side of the habsuite. I won’t be gone long but I’ll miss you! Love you!’

- kisses!’

He is suddenly regretting taking you to your friends house, he wants you here now he wants to hold you and kiss you for being far too sweet, far too good for him! You learned to read decepticon code for him?

He barely notices his habsuite door opens as he crumples to the floor groaning.

“Dude, you good?’ Skywarp leans over his friend, poking the blue seeker who just isn’t moving anymore.

“Ugh, you and that damn fleshie again, this is so gross.” Starscream rolls his optics as he notes the message on the computer, and totally isn’t jealous Thundercracker has a loving relationship.

When it’s time to pick you up, you best believe you aren’t leaving his habsuite fot a while, as he drowns you in so many kisses and refuses to stop cuddling you.

It’ll happen everytime he finds another note somewhere, so much so he starts going on the hunt for them checking everywhere he can just because he wants to read what you wrote, to have a physical copy of your love for him. You love him so much you do this for him, and he’s expected to not kiss you?

Now all I can imagine for that constructicons thing you wrote, just reader being passed around like a blunt. Valve and throat being used regularly while stroking your spike. Or maybe the all like having lunch in one big habsuite, so you end up spike warming one of them while sweetly being fed energon by him or the others.

Just to be swarmed and fucked, covered in so much transfluid before everyone has to return to work, though they absolutely clean you up first! Maybe even plug your valve to keep all the combined fluid in.

Or have one of them sucking your spike under your desk.

Truly, there is no limit to what you can do with six lovers.

- Applin

I need you to know I thought about this ask while falling asleep last night. Getting passed around like a blunt for the orgy is crazzzzyyyyyy. I can't get out hornied by my own moot! @smallestapplin

Perverts let's go!

"Insatiable" GN BOT Reader x The Constructicons {Smut scenario}

Summary: Constructicon gang bang babbyyy

G1 character: The Constructicons!

Warnings: MDNI 🔞

Genre/Theme: Smut scenario

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours, Them, they, their

Notes: Reader bottoms (and tops Scavenger from the bottom!) Some consequences of horny decisions at the end.

You really didn’t know how you got here- Digits currently inside Scrappers valve while he rather gently rocks his spike in and out of your mouth. “Frag. Frag-” Scrapper is muttering curses, so you know he’s about to overload in your mouth. The thought makes you instinctively clench down on Hook, who sighs, then groans. Hooks pelvis audibly smacks against your aft from his own hurried pace, and his spike is starting to throb. So you wrap your em field further around him urging him even closer. Knowing sparkdamn well Hook liked it when you wordlessly showed you wanted him. Hooks cursing, and his next thrust hits your ceiling node, sending hot volts right up your spinal strut. Hooks servo finds your spike, and you groan around Scrapper. Who tightens down right on your digits with a curse.

Hook stills and groans headily against your audial, his hips rocking through his own overload and grinding down on your aft. And Hook is jerking your spike and you overload right after him. Hook curses when you tighten down further and his servo only quickens- making the effort to wring you through your own overload. You moan around Scrapper as your spike throbs in Hooks hold. Scrappers plating rattles, and you know he's done for so you curl your digits, and a muffled laugh escapes you when he fumbles to pull out of your mouth before he overloads. You obediently leave your mouth open when Scrapper pulls out, his spike tip still resting on your glossia. Scrapper curses, and he's overloading right into your open mouth. He always liked physically watching you swallow his transfluid. Even if it did led to half of it spilling out of your mouth, like it was now dripping down your chin. But once he finished, you just close your mouth and make sure to swallow what was left. You pull your now fluid soaked digits out of Scrappers valve. The squelch his valve makes kinda makes you wish he'd chosen your spike over your mouth.

You run your glossia over your derma to clean it from transfluid and Scrappers cursing before making to half swipe what spilled and also affectionately touch his helm against yours. Hook sighs and pulls out, and you feel what's about to be his transfluid spill out of your hole. Before more servos are on your frame and you're being flipped over onto your back instead. Bonecrushers practically pushing Hook out of your thighs impatiently, and Scrapper gets replaced by Long haul. A third body throws himself over your hips, and you snap your helm up to find Scavenger who straddled your hips. His spike is hard and leaking pre lubricant on your front. “Spike me?” he asks all shy like he always does when he wants anything from you.

You just smile and reply “Always.” Which is apparently enough to get them even more heated because Bonecrushers bottoming out inside you in no time at all. You sigh when your already messy valve gets stuffed with another one of your lovers' spikes. You let your helm roll back at the sensation when Bonecrusher starts thrusting and find Long Haul’s spike waiting for you. You lap your glossia over the head of his spike before taking him into your mouth.

“They need to take a break after this.” Hook’s voice drones out, and you blindly point in his general direction to signal he was right. You’d already had more than a few overloads- problem with having so many lovers meant you’d get off one, and as soon as you got through the other five, the first would be wanting to go again. Which sorta kind of led to you actually getting fragged into forced stasis the first time all six were available to interface. And apparently, there was a massive panic (Before Hook got into your medical port), thinking they might have actually managed to frag you right into the well. So now you had to coordinate breaks when it was everyone at the same time. Though half the time you were all so busy, it rarely was everyone at the same time. But your significant others had gone through the effort of getting you all time off today and the start of tomorrow off, so they wanted to have fun.

Que now where Scavenger was sinking his plush valve right down your spike length. You moaned around Long haul, and your servos latched onto Scavengers waist. Frag it all, Scavenger was squeezing down on you! “Slag-” Bonecrusher cursed “Don’t make them any tighter Scavenger- I wanna last a little here!” Bonecrusher's spike was throbbing along the pleasure nodes in your valve.

“Sorry-” Scavenger muttered all before dragging himself up and dropping himself right back down your length. His valve gripping you hot- definitely not at all sorry for what he’d done. Your hips jumped nearly bucking Scavenger off your lap, and his servos grabbed onto your frame for purchase. Scavenger started picking up his pace, and you whined around Long haul. Long haul who groaned when his spike kissed the back of your intake. You dragged your glossia along the shaft of his spike and swallowed once around him. Delighting in the full frame shiver that rocked across his plating. Bonecrusher started angling his thrusts in a way that made you frag into Scavenger a little bit harder than you meant to. Scavenger didn’t seem to mind his valve getting fragged with a bit more effort. His optics brightening and his valve clenching down further on your spike. “Slag- fill me up, fill me up-” Scavenger begged, and you couldn’t deny him it when he did so all sweet, so you overloaded right in his valve with a groan. Scavenger keened and started dragging his servos along your plating, riding out his own overload.

“C’mon I want in! Tag out! Tag out!” Mixmaster demanded from the sidelines. Scavenger muttered, but he managed to pull himself off of you and was immediately replaced by Mixmaster. You hummed, enjoying how Long haul cursed, not at all being able to see what they were doing- Mixmaster swallowed your spike. You keened loud and arched upwards against Mixmasters' invasive glossia. Mixmaster and his slagging oral obsession! Didn’t matter if it was your spike or valve he needed his glossia on your array!

“Mixmaster!”

The hot heat on your spike was gone, “What?! We can still break! I’ll make sure they don’t overload again before then.” Mixmasters servo gripped the base of your spike firm, and you whined around Long haul when Mixmaster took you right down his intake again- And you clenched down on Bonecrusher-

“Frag it all-!” Bonecrusher cursed all before his thrusts got sloppy and fragged you through his overload with short, deep thrusts. Long Haul overloaded right after him, making you half choke on his transfluid. Mixmaster at least pulled off and away from your spike right after it happened.

Long haul pulled out of your mouth abruptly, and your helm was pulled back upwards. You made sudden optical contact with Scrapper. “You alright?” He asked and you huffed. Long haul's transfluid still spilling down your derma and helm foggy as can be, and you nodded. Scrapper pulled away, and Mixmaster was in your view instead. Mixmaster dragged you into a sloppy glossia heavy kiss, his servos pulling your helm closer against himself. The remaining mess of Long Hauls transfluid getting passed between your glossias and derma. Your spike was drenched in Mixmasters oral lubricant and twitching from over sensitivity-

Frag, you couldn’t really be too mad at them all, though.

-

It was the morning after and you were very mad at them all.

You regret agreeing to letting them shove the bulbous toy Scrapper made into your valve while you were in your fragged out post horny phase yesterday. “It’ll be hot!” Mixmaster urged you on like a horny demon. And yeah- plugging up your, stuffed full of multiple rounds of your lovers transfluid, valve so none of it leaks out? Very hot. Unfortunately, you were no longer horny and after a night of recharge, you wanted this thing out of your hole. And you needed to clean your lovers transfluid out of you. You unfortunately had a job to do, and you couldn’t exactly do it with however many loads were still stuffed in you. You were definitely overfull at this point- your metal was even distending lightly. and if you placed a servo on it you’d physically feel how your plating was taunt. You were not going to enter a battle like this-

Though rather, unfortunately, Scrapper made the toy so it was wider in base than any of the girths of their spikes. So your valve would stay plugged and not leak any of their transfluid. It was significantly easier to slide the bulbous thing into your freshly just been fragged for joors hole. It was another task to get it out after a full night of recharge. You shoved your helm back into your arm with a noise of discomfort. Your servo squeezed Bonecrushers servo tighter at the slight pain of the udder stretch in your valve. The stretch stopped, and the toy reentered your valve again for what felt like the fiftieth time. “Be careful.” Long haul muttered from where he was petting the distressed plating on your upper back.

“Be careful- I’m the medic! I’m being more gentle than any of you brutes would be.” Hook sighed, and gripped the back of your thigh in reassurance “I’ve stretched you and let the sparkdamn thing re enter enough times right before the widest part of it. I’m going to attempt to pull it out in one motion now. Ready?” You hummed a confirmation, and then Hook pulled and pulled, and your hole got forced wide- and you squeezed Boncrushers servo and clawed at his plating with your other. It stung for a nanoklick before it was suddenly just gone, and relief filled you when your valve was finally unblocked. “There.” Hook muttered and squeezed your thigh again. There were multiple sounds of relief and joy from around you in response.

You shivered when their transfluid finally started pouring out of your hole with a filthy squelch. “Slag-” You pulled your faceplate out of your arms and looked over your pauldron to find five of your lovers blatantly gawking at your rear end. You bluntly told them you hated them all, and that Bonecrusher was your favorite now because he was still holding your servo. There were a lot of shouts of annoyance and offense. You just dropped your faceplate back into your arm. Your hard spike throbbed in open air below your elevated aft. You couldn’t exactly help getting a bit worked over the experience. It may have been annoying, but Hook was still stimulating your valve for a joor straight.

A servo on your aft didn’t even make you twitch. Mixmasters' voice did, however. “Here- how about I clean you up a bit and give you an overload for your troubles?” After everything they’ve put you through an overload was the least they could give you. You slowly gave a thumbs up, and Mixmasters glossia was dragging along your messy valve- His other servo grabbing your spike and slowly jerking you off along with his laps. You huffed and squeezed Bonecrushers servo, focusing on the slow drag of Mixmasters glossia behind you. Hook made you glance at him when he leaned down to kiss you softly on the temple.

Frag. you were mad at them, but you wouldn’t give these insatiable lugs up for anything.

They were your stupid lugs, after all.

playtime's over

💙🩶

[18+] D-16 and Orion Pax from Transformers One have a delicious night out together at a swanky restaurant in the cogged district of Iacon that's somewhat popular with the cogless.

The script and screenplay was written by my dear friend who wishes to remain anonymous.

Named credits:

Produced and Art By @clawsou (Bluesky) (Shop)

Voice Acting By Tonezone.mp4 (Youtube) (Instagram)

https://www.tumblr.com/rabotimagines/777430496310329344/battlefield-flirting-gn-bot-reader-x-megatron?source=share

I'm gonna be so fr I imagined Jazz as the one flirting, and why did it fit so well????

but also imagine Prowl being incredibly protective over Jazz when he finds out that the Decepticons want him-

Tbh older reader and Jazz are on the same wave length so it does fit. If Jazz was the one getting the cons horny he'd think it was funny as hell and play into it.

Here your ask made me think of another part for older petnaming reader.

"Show" GN BOT Reader x Jazz scenario

Summary: You make out with Jazz and act like you're interfacing to distract the Decepticons.

G1 characters: Jazz (The cons are also here getting horny! Prowl shows up at the end too.)

Warnings: Voyeurism

Genre/Theme: Horny 🔞 (more Mature than Explicit)

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: The entire make out is from the perspective of the Decepticons, Playful older reader, Reader: We should take advantage of the fact the Decepticons are perverts.

You all needed a distraction, and you needed one bad.

The Decepticons had started yet another world dominance plan, which was actually going well. And you needed to stop them now before it got any further out of control. Mirage could sneak into the temporary base the Decepticons set up and sabotage them from the inside. The problem was that the whole base was guarded to the denta, and you needed to distract at least one of the guards for Mirage to slip in. And then distract the rest of the Decepticons so Mirage can do his job without interruption.

That's when you get a crazy idea that might actually work.

You weren't stupid, and you were old enough to know what most the Decepticons were thinking when they started leering at you with hungry looks. You just continued teasing them on the battlefield, while not giving them even an inkling that you knew exactly how badly they wanted you. But now you might just take advantage of the cons little attraction to you. (It's not like it was your fault they seemed to want you like an energon goodie. You weren't exactly some fancy new build. You were a war trained soilder.)

So you raised your servo "Optimus, I might have an idea for how to distract a watchmech and all of the Decepticon high command at the same time."

Optimus paused when you spoke to give you the per verbal floor. "Oh? And what exactly might that be?"

"I just need one mech on board for it to work. So Jazz, question-" At your address, Jazz perked up from where he was sitting. "How do you feel about putting on- a little show with me to distract the cons?" The room goes dead silent at your question.

Jazz realizes exactly what you're implying the fastest. He leans forward over the table slightly, his plating tense and serious. "I just have an equally important question in response."

"Oh?"

Jazz's plating slacks casually, and a felinoid smile that reminds you exactly why you two got along curls on his derma. "Glossia or no glossia?" Oh, this would be fun.

-

"Honestly, we know they'll be coming sooner than later, we should attack them first while we have the upper servo!" Starscream argued with Megatron again over the decision to stay on guard.

"If they're going to come, then let them come! We will be ready for the Autobots, and we will destroy them where they stand!" Megatron snapped back in clear annoyance.

Just as Starscream opened his mouth again, one of the alerts went off. Drawing everyone's attention to the multiple camera feeds on the wide screen they had on the wall. "Soundwave report." Megatron ordered.

"Buzzsaw reports obvious activity in shrubbery ahead of himself." Soundwave tapped along his keyboard, and Buzzsaws internal feed camera was put up in full screen. Sure enough, the view of bushes shaking slightly was put into view. It stopped after a klick.

"Soundwave order him to find out what it is. And if it's a pest to deal with it accordingly."

The video feed showed Buzzsaws point of view of taking off and into the tree line where the movement had happened. The cons were left watching as Buzzsaw flew through the trees for a few klicks with no life in sight.

Only for a bot to eventually come into view.

"Jazz." Megatron muttered darkly "Soundwave, have Buzzsaw find out exactly what he's planning."

Soundwave nodded. "Buzzsaw, follow lead."

They watched as Jazz in root mode stepped over plant life with Buzzsaw silently trailing behind him in the trees. Eventually, he came to a small clearing where another mech was waiting.

You were waiting for him, leaning up against a larger tree, and your helm perked up when you saw Jazz. "Ah, yellow still on guard?" You asked with quirked derma.

Jazz just casually shrugged his shoulders. "Sure is. Looks like we'll be waiting for at least a Joor." Jazz leisurely made his way over to you.

"A joor till what?" Starscream muttered conspicuously.

Jazz met up with you, but instead of stopping in front like they'd all expected, Jazz got even closer to you. They all watched as Jazz propped an arm up against the same tree you were leaning against. Effectively trapping you between him and the tree. Jazz just smiled and raised his other servo to lightly cup your jaw.

"Really now. While we're on watch duty?" You didn't even seem upset by the incredibly wild development.

"C'mon, we've got a joor, and I know exactly how I wanna be spending that joor." Jazz leaned close enough that there was only a digits length between your faceplates.

"Soundwave I was not..." Megatron paused. "Aware that the two of them were this close to one another."

"Information not known. Proposal: may be both their personalities, opposed to relationship." Soundwave stated bluntly since he frankly hadn't seen any signs of you two actually becoming involved with one another like this.

The answer was obvious and easy to accept. Considering Jazz, let alone you. You'd flirt with your enemies on the battlefield constantly. While Jazz was... Jazz.

So when Jazz leaned forward and kissed you, the entire room was equally shocked.

"Soundwave retracts last statement." Soundwave bluntly remarked as he watched you kiss Jazz back.

Jazz's servos moved towards your chassis while yours went for Jazz's waist. You practically dragged Jazz forward till there was barely any space between the two of you.

Jazz's servos were greedily brushing over the front of your chasiss. Digit pads following the line and dips of your armor as he sensually touched you. You arched against his touch while your gasps and other small noises slipped out between where the two of you kissed.

"Wait, are they gonna frag?" Skywarp, who had been leaning back in his chair, was now sitting forward attentive and staring at the screen.

"What? No. Why the slag would-" Thundercracker stopped short and actually stared at Jazz and you. The longer he stared, the more he noticed how much you were both touching each other. He also noticed how he actually couldn't see if either of your modesty panels were still in place from the angle.

Were you actually about to-

Starscream scoffed loudly and turned on his thruster towards Megatron "Megatron, this is obviously a ploy to distract-" Jazz's engine revving loud in blatant undeniable want cut Starscream off.

"Yeah!" Skywarp shouted excitedly at the screen when Jazz slipped his glossia into your mouth. While multiple sounds of shock sounded out of the rest of them. Jazz closed what little space you had between you and boldly pressed his chassis up against yours. Your hips slotted together, and a heavy but muffled groan sounded out of you at the contact. Did Jazz just- slag. Did Jazz just spike you? Due to the side angle of Buzzsaws view and how close you were together, Thundercracker still had no visible clue if you were actually interfacing. But the motion and the angle of each of your hips certainly didn't paint any other picture.

Jazz rocked his hips, and you arched further against him. Your servos dragged jazz even closer towards you every time he rutted against you. Jazz's servos simply had not stopped wandering and fondling your frame the entire time. Every drag of his digits brought another little noise out of you. Either a huff or another muffled moan- You were still kissing each other fervently, and Thundercracker could occasionally catch glimpses of both your glossias-

You certainly weren't holding servos!

Thundercracker almost chokes on his oral lubricant at the very heated display and has to fight not to let his sparkdamned modesty panel pull back. His own spike twitching against his own panel every time another needy noise slipped out of you. This was going to haunt his less than innocent alone time- In a panic, Thundercracker glanced at Megatron, and almost balks.

Megatrons optics are a noticeable shade brighter than usual. He's also leaning forward and staring intensively at the little show you two were both putting on. Thundercracker hears your muffled moan and can physically see Megatron's optics brighten a touch further.

Starscream stood next to Megatron with his mouth hanging open, and his wings raised high, and they were twitching sporadically- Thundercracker realizes it's in time with your noises.

Thundercracker glances at Soundwave and does balk this time and then scowls. Soundwave was recording! Like, as if Buzzsaw wasn't already doing it! Frag, Thundercracker wasn't stupid enough to ask for a copy of the footage and owe Soundwave anything. Skywarp, however, would be asking- Skywap, who was leaning forward with a grin on his faceplate. Optics bright and not breaking his focus on the two of you for even a nanoklick

... Thundercracker could get it from Skywarp afterward.

You both break apart finally with huffy vents and Jazz groaned before shoving his faceplate against your throat. Subsequently hiding Jazz's helm from the camera view.

Only then does Buzzsaw's camera, which had been focused primarily on your frames, slowly panned upwards. To revel your optics were locked directly on Buzzsaw and subsequently them as well. The camera jerked when Buzzsaw flinched, realizing he'd been spotted. They waited for you to quickly inform Jazz that you were being watched or raise a blaster to fire at Buzzsaw. When, instead, the entire room watched baffled as your derma curled further, and your optics narrowed slightly. You then slowly and teasingly dragged your glossia over your derma. You then bit down on your bottom derma before simply turning back towards Jazz.

Yeah, Thundercrackers not gonna be able to be normal the next time you smile at him before a fight.

An engine revving and then stalling in the room makes Thundercracker glance right and see the two Constructicons (who he forgot where even there) also seemingly in a similar state as his own.

"Holy slag-" Scavenger muttered, staring wide opticed, at the video feed. Scrapper was simply staring, but even his optics were obviously running hotter than they should. A moan slipped out of Jazz this time when you started lapping your glossia at the detailing of his throat cables.

They all visibly jumped when a blaring alarm suddenly started blasting in the room. Thundercracker swore he could hear his own energon in his audials. Then he registered it was an alarm and not a sudden attack. Thundercracker had to dismiss his own battle protocols that sprung to life after the sound. "Soundwave report!" Megatron ordered.

"Weapon has been set to disintegration- from the inside."

"What!?" Megatron and Starscream both made a dash out of the room more than obviously heading to where the weapon was stored. The two Constructicons followed shortly after them. Scavenger tripping on his way out the door before getting back up to keep running.

"Buzzsaw, return. Base is compromised." After the order, Soundwave made his way out the door as well.

Buzzsaw's legs twitched when Soundwave spoke, and the branch he was on audibly shook. A blaster shot scrapped the side of Buzzsaws chassis, and he cried out and took to the skies. Promptly cutting off the camera show they'd had of you two.

"No! Frag!" Skywarp shouted in dismay, obviously more upset by the show he had being cut short than the fact that they'd been compromised. Thundercracker groaned and stood up while ignoring the heat of obvious interested arousal between his thighs.

Thundercracker probably would have to get a copy of it from Soundwave if he actually wanted to see that again.

-

"Whoops, and there goes the camera crew." Jazz stared up at the direction Buzzsaw had taken off in.

You just stared at Prowl, who was standing with his still smoking blaster in the air. A firm frown was on his faceplate. "Thanks for the save, Prowl." You nodded at him, and Prowl only grunted in response.

You raised an optic ridge while Jazz just turned to Prowl and grinned. "Oh, Prowl! Did ya enjoy the show?"

Prowl had only agreed to your plan if someone would be stationed to guard the two of you while you distracted the Decepticons.

Optimus thought it was a perfectly valid claim.

So Optimus told Prowl he'd be guarding you both.

Prowls faceplate didn't even twitch. (His doorwings did however.) "You've gotten too- into part. You should've stopped once Mirage messaged about successfully setting the detonation off."

You pulled Jazz's thigh up to your waist as if you were going to spike him- if your array were out anyway. You also worried your bottom derma at Prowl for extra measure. Your servo under Jazz's thigh and digits barely brushing the end of Jazz's aft. "Aw, C'mon Prowl, we were having fun."

"Yeah, Prowl- it's not like it totally didn't work amazingly or something. Ha ha. " Jazz chuckled and waggled his optic ridge at Prowl. Jazz continued to press his frame against your own while waiting for a response.

Prowl stared at you two for a klick longer before finally just sighing and moving past you both. "The Decepticons still need to be dealt with." You and Jazz watched him leave and eyed Prowls doorwings that were perked a touch higher than they usually would be.

You turned back to Jazz to share a look before you both finally broke apart, laughing.

Two freaky old men lock eyes from across the room...

They both reach a silent understanding...

It's go time~ 😏

Good night.

Here we are, y'all. This is the first gif I have made in 10 years! Wow, it feels good to flex that muscle after a loooong rest. Maybe it's a bit choppy, but eh it's fine with me as long as I get to watch my meow meow Thanatos tonguing his Zagreus, heh

MY FIRST TIME DRAWING VALVEPLUG?!?! random ship but i liek them..

I've been resuscitated out of spite because a friend had the audacity to find my account and follow it

My laptop crashed trying to upload this, I think God was trying to intervene

Also I have more where this came from, consider it a threat

Finished this with flat coloring! Probably the most intense one yet. Odysseus having a good time. Hurray.

Edit: I FORGOT TO TELL THIS WAS A BRIBE! .... This was a bribe guys, from an dear anon. Full picture here

I will never do this again.

"You're going to call off that storm..."

"You.... MONSTER!!"

Full Illustration down here buddies

Got a bribe from an anon.

I always say that I will never do something like this ever again and I have shot my foot yet again...

what pride flag is this (wrong answers only)