hi my name's wonie/theo and time to time i draw things i can't post on main! IF YOU'RE A MINOR SCRAM PLS HAVE YOUR AGE LISTED or at least you know lmk ur not a minor (25 | he/they/she)
rodiclash standing fuck where rodimus is at first flailing and clinging to thunderclash, yelping with each shaky thrust, just a bit frightened of falling. thunderclash has his arms hooked under rodimus' knees and his face buried in his neck, huffing and panting with effort. maybe it's awkward and unwieldy at first... but then when rodimus relaxes and knows that thunderclash really won't drop him, he won't slip at all, then they build up a rhythm. rodimus just lets thunderclash manhandle him and feels like a toy. gravity keeps slamming him back down onto thunderclash's spike and it's making him see stars. all he can do is drool and moan wantonly while thunderclash thrusts into him... and he thinks it's really hot when thunderclash pulls him off his spike after he's overloaded and he gets to look down and see it dripping out of him like he's nothing more than a well-loved fleshlight
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probably an extension of my love for robots in pretty clothes, but i think that all kinds of soft materials can be hot with transformers...
i feel like post-war rodimus would be the type to hoard nice things. he already painted his quarters bright pink. he wants to personalize his space. he'd have as big of a berth as he could find and he'd cover it in an absurd amount of blankets, pillows. any kind of soft padding he can get his hands on. he likes lounging around and feeling his frame sink into the fabrics. cushioned from all around. it's like a nice, subtle pressure over his whole frame, and yet he also feels like he's floating. it leads to some of the best nights of recharge and naps he's ever had.
maybe the first time he grinds up against a pillow is an accident. he's sleepy and horny and his hips start rocking unconsciously into his soft berth. from then on he's obsessed with the feeling of humping his pillows and blankets. he'll lie on his side with a pillow squeezed between his legs, another hugged close to his chest, and pant and moan quietly as he rocks his hips. everything is so warm and soft. when he opens his panels, his spike and node drag against the fabric so nicely his optics roll back. he spends an hour basically teasing himself, humping against a pillow or a bundle of blankets slowly until he's shaking. he'll squeeze a pillow tight as he cums, muffling his whines into it, and then the feeling of fabric coated in his own slick gliding against his array will be so addicting he'll just start moving his twitching hips again.
he'll probably have to do a lot of laundry. but it just feels so good... he always looks forward to every night of recharge. he's getting an incredible night's sleep every night, now. all it takes is a processor-melting overload or three in his blanket-pillow nest, and then he's out like a light
after the lost light launches, ultra magnus gets so many pings demanding he come to the medbay for a physical exam. usually he's on top of his regularly scheduled appointments, but with the war ending and everything it's been years since his last exam.
ratchet is waiting for him when he arrives. it's all regular business at first, checking the health of his vents, the brightness of his optics... then ratchet swings stirrups out from the medical berth that magnus is sitting atop, instructing him to set his pedes in them.
"i'll just be checking on your interface array," ratchet explains. "just scoot forward on the berth and open your panel."
magnus obeys readily. the cool air of the medbay against his now-exposed valve makes him shiver. ratchet's hands coming up to rest on his thighs make him shiver again.
magnus' valve is a pretty shade of light blue, his inner lips blushing a deeper colour. his whole valve is plump and shiny, and ratchet can spy a little drip of lubricant beginning to leak from his entrance. above the neat little hole is one of the largest nodes he's ever seen, poking out from where it's nestled between magnus' folds.
"what a fat, healthy clit," ratchet praises. it fits nicely in his fingers and he pulls the hood back to expose its sensitive head. magnus' thighs twitch.
"you must take very good care of your valve," ratchet notes. he holds magnus' node in one hand, idly palming it, while the other squishes and pulls his plump lips aside. magnus clenches fitfully, unconsciously. the cool air and the gentle attention are making him even wetter. "how often do you self service?"
magnus blushes and stammers for a moment. this exam is far more in-depth than he'd expected. "er-- once every few days..."
ratchet scoops up the dripping lubricant with his free hand. he inserts a finger gently but without warning, and magnus can't stop the moan that leaves his vocalizer. "and how do you treat this pretty valve? what do you use to overload? your fingers? a toy?" he asks casually.
"i-- i use the showerhead," magnus answers, strained. ratchet is feeling around the entrance to his valve carefully, rubbing and pressing all sorts of nodes. all the while magnus' clit is still being fondled and stroked idly. "sometimes my fingers, but-- but i'm not very good at that."
"oh?" ratchet crooks his finger into a sensitive node just above the entrance. magnus whimpers, clenching down on him. "i can show you the proper technique."
"oh-- ah, okay," magnus whines. his thighs tremble and his hips feel almost strained from how wide his legs are spread.
ratchet inserts another finger, and another, slowly loosening him up and talking him through it all the while. every time he asks a question about magnus' self-service habits he pays special attention to the most sensitive nodes, just so he can hear magnus' dignified voice crack and stutter. soon he's four fingers deep in magnus' wet, eager pussy, massaging the same spot over and over.
magnus has lost his words entirely, a hand over his mouth in an attempt to muffle his moans. his fat node throbs in ratchet's fingers. he's never had his valve worked over like this before. it feels so good, ratchet's fingers curling in and out and pressing up against his walls.
"i'll give you an overload now," ratchet tells him. "it's bad for you to suppress charge too often, you know."
magnus nods helplessly, and then he yelps when ratchet leans down and captures his clit between his lips. the doctor's mouth is so hot and wet. ratchet suckles on his clit once, twice, as he twists his fingers even deeper and presses against something that makes magnus' optics white out.
magnus whimpers as he cums, clenching hard. ratchet keeps suckling on his node through it, as magnus squirts in overload and soaks the medical berth beneath him. his clit throbs on ratchet's tongue. it's the best overload he's ever had.
when he comes down, ratchet is still gently massaging his pussy. then he pulls his soaked fingers out and gives magnus' valve one last affectionate rub. "you have a clean bill of health," he says. magnus nods, dazed. "but i think we should schedule another appointment soon. just to make sure. what do you say?"
magnus can feel his pussy throbbing in aftershocks. his processor feels like it's bern wiped clean. "that sounds... amenable," he pants.
i'm a big fan. my vision is ratchet invites his husband's best friend over just so he can treat them like dogs and watch them fuck. and sometimes they team up on him
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