Thinking about BDKO frotting/scissoring... their valves sliding against each other and Knock Out keening when their nodes rub together just right. He tries to wrap his servo around both of their spikes but it doesnt quite reach all the way around, and he's getting so drunk from the pleasure that he can hardly focus enough to move it anyway, so Breakdown covers Knock Out's servo with his own and moves it over their spikes, Breakdown groaning and Knock Out whimpering at the feeling as he lets his head fall onto Breakdown. Maybe Knock Out mouths at him with what little power his processor has left, trying to slide his glossa across his chassis or neck cables, but Breakdown just holds his hip with his other servo to keep them moving against each other so slowly--because Knock Out can't stop himself from rutting frantically--taking care of both him and his conjunx, kissing him sweetly and swallowing his whines.
rodimus sitting in ratchet's lap or between his legs, with his knees hooked over ratchet's, his panel open and exposed so that ratchet can freely play with his tdick. obediently sucking on ratchet's fingers and then whimpering when his own spit is spread all over his node. ratchet just kisses his neck and touches his valve, spreading his lips, rubbing his folds, just indulgently playing with him. gently massaging his tdick with his fingers and enjoying the way rodimus' hips rock into his touch. bonus points if rodimus is already sleepy and soft and not doing much other than breathing softly, leaning back against ratchet's chest, and making cute little noises when ratchet strokes the sensitive head of his clit. maybe he's too unfocused, drowning in arousal, to be embarrassed when ratchet spreads his pussy wide and just watches the way his clit twitches needily. maybe ratchet eventually gets him to overload; he pets and strokes rodimus' clit until the captain is trembling in his lap, overstimulated, and then coos and praises him as he finally cums. he can feel his tdick throbbing under his fingers as rodimus moans and clings to the arms wrapped around him. or maybe ratchet just teases him, plays with his array for an unbearably long time, and then when rodimus is panting and limp and fucked out without ever having overloaded, ratchet just gives his node one last gentle squeeze and then tells him to close up his panels again
OH I AGREE WITH SLOPPY MAKE OUT SESSSIONS!!!!!!! Esp when it's in the middle of fragging each other 🤤
Urgh having every part of Bumblebee occupied with roaming all over your frame, his own flushed against you, basically sticking to you like glue. The only part of him that was free is his intake, which he quickly occupied with yours.
Sticky messy makeout session full of glossa and lubricant, Bee only letting you breathe (do bots breathe?) for half a second before continuing on sucking on your glossa RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 🤤🤤🤤
Sloppy make outs my beloved,,,,
"Fixation" GN BOT Reader x Bumblebee [TFP]
⦉Summary ❥ ⦊ Making out with your insatiable Significant other.
⦉Notes ✚ ⦊ Gn BOT Reader, Readers around Bumblebees height here. (Enough for Spike and mouths to line up anyway.), End of TFP spoilers,
Bumblebee was never the type of bot that liked to kiss
He was always just so adverse to it- or to pulling his mouth guard down at all really. Which you minded a little, but you'd usually just give him a quick peck on said mouth guard. The way Bumblebee’s door wings would flutter a bit every time you'd do it, only encouraged the behavior.
But after his vocalizor was repaired, it was like he was infected by a virus or something!
Which is how you ended up here-!
Both your spikes trapped between where your frames were slotted together as close as they'd go.
You tried to lean back a bit, only for Bumblebee to follow after you- not even allowing the chance of a moment of disconnect. You moan when Bumblebee’s hips jut and your spikes slide against one another. Bumblebee hums and you can feel the sound buzzing against your own glossia. His servos are digging against the dips of your hips. Your own servos on his waist and trying to get some type of control with how unreasonable his mouth was against your own.
You have to swallow when some more oral lubricant hits the back of your throat. The sound of the simple swallow so fragging loud in your audials alongside the other buzz of everything else. Bumblebee’s own noises you're fragging tasting, both your quick vents- another rock of Bumblebee’s hips makes the sound of metal on metal hit the air. Both your frames pressing on one another's. You grunt and you just know you're gonna be covered in streaks of bright yellow and black by the time you get out of your lovers habsuite.
Bumblebee’s glossia finds your own yet again and you press back against him trying rather foolhardily to match his insatiable desire to kiss. The touch of your derma against one another only easing when Bumblebee pulled back to explicitly push forward with more vigor. Derma quickly slipping and re locking just the same to let your glossia’s slide against one another.
You hummed and tried to pull back just a moment to let your helm clear a bit- but Bumblebee only followed you again.
A muffled sound of protest caught in his mouth as one of his servos caught your jaw. Urging you back against him just as badly as his mouth was. You'd huff if you could, but you just had to swallow another batch of both your oral lubricants. One of your servos grabbed onto one of his pauldron tires for purchase. The high strength rubber warm underneath your digits. His voice caught in his throat when you did it but it also didn't slow him down even slightly. But it was fine because you finally just decided to slack. You just needed a klick or two from Bumblebee's insistent oral fetish. Your glossia laxed too, fully content to let Bumblebee do what he'd wanted to your mouth in the mean time.
Bumblebee moaned against you and was undeterred by your sudden submission. Servo tilting your jaw a touch against his own mouth. Bumblebee started dragging his glossia along the indents of your denta. Glossia lingering over one of your fangs whenever he would pass by one. The flat of his glossia would lightly graze over the sharpest point of it.
You offlined your optics while Bumblebee just kept kissing and kissing- your helm was foggy. And your thoughts were indistinguishable from the charge being vaulted around inside it.
Whoops sorry! Can't function at the moment because you're quite literally being kissed stupid right now by your significant other!
Your own hips rocked this time causing another hot drag of friction to roll up and nestle against your spark. You moaned and Bumblebee just kissed you harsher at the sound. Your own muffled noises becoming almost indistinguishable from Bumblebee’s own. You needed some type of control here- something to give you an up. Bumblebee already had the advantage of pressing his full frame weight down on top of you. You needed-
A quick flick of thin metal made your almost offline optics snap back to full function.
Your servos slowly left Bumblebee’s tire and the side of his waist. Instead allowing your digit pads to drag along the plating on his chassis towards his upper back and-
Bumblebee’s almost shout caught in your mouth when you latched onto his doorwings. His hips jumping automatically when you started worrying your digit pads against the very base of them. You vented a laugh through your olfactory when a high pitched keen still managed to escape Bumblebee.
Your derma was slick with oral lubricant- oral lubricant you could feel starting to go down your chin and threatening to roll right down your throat. Bumblebee just adjusted his grip on your hips and rutted forward rather roughly. You ended up lightly nipping him when it had happened. The continued enthusiasm and lack of the sour taste of engeron told you it was minimal.
Certainly not enough to stop Bumblebee from rutting against you again and again. And still not enough to make him pull away from your derma- your own spike throbbed when you bucked against him. Your digits continued to squeeze and lightly pinch at delicate door wings. Enjoying every twitch from them and subsequently every twitch in Bumblebee’s hips. His pace even stuttering when your digits followed along to trace both black stripes on each wing-
Your plating bristled the wrong way when part of your spike pressed against one of the pointer points of one of your frames kibble on his next heavy rut.
You tried to break the kiss in discomfort to readjust but Bumblebee followed you yet again. Your servos left his wings when he unaware just rutted forward just as rough-
A sound caught in your throat and your em field must have jumped the wrong way, because Bumblebee froze and finally pulled back.
You gasped and half choked on the abundance of oral lubricant still left over in your mouth after Bumblebee’s glossia left it. You then huffed in greedy steaming vents. The air puffing from both your over heated vents so thickly you thought your optics might get obscured by condensation. "What- What's wrong?" Bumblebee murmured through his own haze, voice thick from what he was putting you through. Bright blue optics still laced with obvious concern- even when they were so bright right now it was making you want to cycle your optics just looking in them.
You had to swallow again to try and find your vocalizor. You swore you left it around here somewhere- Before eventually managing to croak out that your spike is pressing against the wrong thing.
His optics widened a touch at the comment, chin dipping against his own chassis to where you were both as flat as you could be against one another. And he saw what you meant almost immediately and cursed quietly. "Sorry- just-" your servos flew onto his hips just when he released yours so he could adjust his position. Your spike slid back against Bumblebee’s own, making you hiss a vent half in relief and half at the contact.
"Better?" Bright blue hovered above your own faceplate. You both huffed and panted while you watched your lovers optics cycle In thought while gazing down into your own.
You said “Yeah” and before the word fully left your mouth Bumblebee’s own crashed back against yours. His servo back on your jaw and other now on the front of your chassis. Black servo trailing against your metal in a heated haze before slipping his glossia back into your mouth. You bucked up against him, while you used your grip on his hips to help guide him with each roll of your hips. Bumblebee whined against you and the heat quickly returned to the tempo it was before the blunder.
You mumbled out his designation as well as you could, trying to tell him you were gonna overload before any spiking even happened-! The gasping half muffled admission only caused Bumblebee to rut more feverishly.
Slag-!
Your servos gripped Bumblebee’s hips harder, dragging him closer to help with his own desperate pace.
Bumblebee’s chassis pressed flat against your frame like glue. Spike dragging sweltering on your own-! And you end up overloading with a muffled groan arching up. All while Bumblebee only made an effort to push you back down into his berth through his own overload. You’re stuck swallowing down a whine that was very much not your own at the end of it. Metal burning against your own and threatening to scorch if heated any further. Soft heady sounds passed between derma with each now lazy buck between one another.
The rutting continued only slightly less urgent now. The wet slide of your spikes only accentuated by each others transfluid.
Bumblebee swallowing around your glossia when his hips jump with a bit more vigor manages to pull an embarrassing noise out of you.
Bumblebee half pulled away to murmur something against your derma. "Spike, Please-" before locking you in another demanding kiss. You had no clue if he was begging you to spike him or if he was begging to spike you.
You could probably find out if he stopped assaulting your mouth and glossia for five fragging klicks-!
OH I AGREE WITH SLOPPY MAKE OUT SESSSIONS!!!!!!! Esp when it's in the middle of fragging each other 🤤
Urgh having every part of Bumblebee occupied with roaming all over your frame, his own flushed against you, basically sticking to you like glue. The only part of him that was free is his intake, which he quickly occupied with yours.
Sticky messy makeout session full of glossa and lubricant, Bee only letting you breathe (do bots breathe?) for half a second before continuing on sucking on your glossa RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 🤤🤤🤤
Sloppy make outs my beloved,,,,
"Fixation" GN BOT Reader x Bumblebee [TFP]
⦉Summary ❥ ⦊ Making out with your insatiable Significant other.
⦉Notes ✚ ⦊ Gn BOT Reader, Readers around Bumblebees height here. (Enough for Spike and mouths to line up anyway.), End of TFP spoilers,
Bumblebee was never the type of bot that liked to kiss
He was always just so adverse to it- or to pulling his mouth guard down at all really. Which you minded a little, but you'd usually just give him a quick peck on said mouth guard. The way Bumblebee’s door wings would flutter a bit every time you'd do it, only encouraged the behavior.
But after his vocalizor was repaired, it was like he was infected by a virus or something!
Which is how you ended up here-!
Both your spikes trapped between where your frames were slotted together as close as they'd go.
You tried to lean back a bit, only for Bumblebee to follow after you- not even allowing the chance of a moment of disconnect. You moan when Bumblebee’s hips jut and your spikes slide against one another. Bumblebee hums and you can feel the sound buzzing against your own glossia. His servos are digging against the dips of your hips. Your own servos on his waist and trying to get some type of control with how unreasonable his mouth was against your own.
You have to swallow when some more oral lubricant hits the back of your throat. The sound of the simple swallow so fragging loud in your audials alongside the other buzz of everything else. Bumblebee’s own noises you're fragging tasting, both your quick vents- another rock of Bumblebee’s hips makes the sound of metal on metal hit the air. Both your frames pressing on one another's. You grunt and you just know you're gonna be covered in streaks of bright yellow and black by the time you get out of your lovers habsuite.
Bumblebee’s glossia finds your own yet again and you press back against him trying rather foolhardily to match his insatiable desire to kiss. The touch of your derma against one another only easing when Bumblebee pulled back to explicitly push forward with more vigor. Derma quickly slipping and re locking just the same to let your glossia’s slide against one another.
You hummed and tried to pull back just a moment to let your helm clear a bit- but Bumblebee only followed you again.
A muffled sound of protest caught in his mouth as one of his servos caught your jaw. Urging you back against him just as badly as his mouth was. You'd huff if you could, but you just had to swallow another batch of both your oral lubricants. One of your servos grabbed onto one of his pauldron tires for purchase. The high strength rubber warm underneath your digits. His voice caught in his throat when you did it but it also didn't slow him down even slightly. But it was fine because you finally just decided to slack. You just needed a klick or two from Bumblebee's insistent oral fetish. Your glossia laxed too, fully content to let Bumblebee do what he'd wanted to your mouth in the mean time.
Bumblebee moaned against you and was undeterred by your sudden submission. Servo tilting your jaw a touch against his own mouth. Bumblebee started dragging his glossia along the indents of your denta. Glossia lingering over one of your fangs whenever he would pass by one. The flat of his glossia would lightly graze over the sharpest point of it.
You offlined your optics while Bumblebee just kept kissing and kissing- your helm was foggy. And your thoughts were indistinguishable from the charge being vaulted around inside it.
Whoops sorry! Can't function at the moment because you're quite literally being kissed stupid right now by your significant other!
Your own hips rocked this time causing another hot drag of friction to roll up and nestle against your spark. You moaned and Bumblebee just kissed you harsher at the sound. Your own muffled noises becoming almost indistinguishable from Bumblebee’s own. You needed some type of control here- something to give you an up. Bumblebee already had the advantage of pressing his full frame weight down on top of you. You needed-
A quick flick of thin metal made your almost offline optics snap back to full function.
Your servos slowly left Bumblebee’s tire and the side of his waist. Instead allowing your digit pads to drag along the plating on his chassis towards his upper back and-
Bumblebee’s almost shout caught in your mouth when you latched onto his doorwings. His hips jumping automatically when you started worrying your digit pads against the very base of them. You vented a laugh through your olfactory when a high pitched keen still managed to escape Bumblebee.
Your derma was slick with oral lubricant- oral lubricant you could feel starting to go down your chin and threatening to roll right down your throat. Bumblebee just adjusted his grip on your hips and rutted forward rather roughly. You ended up lightly nipping him when it had happened. The continued enthusiasm and lack of the sour taste of engeron told you it was minimal.
Certainly not enough to stop Bumblebee from rutting against you again and again. And still not enough to make him pull away from your derma- your own spike throbbed when you bucked against him. Your digits continued to squeeze and lightly pinch at delicate door wings. Enjoying every twitch from them and subsequently every twitch in Bumblebee’s hips. His pace even stuttering when your digits followed along to trace both black stripes on each wing-
Your plating bristled the wrong way when part of your spike pressed against one of the pointer points of one of your frames kibble on his next heavy rut.
You tried to break the kiss in discomfort to readjust but Bumblebee followed you yet again. Your servos left his wings when he unaware just rutted forward just as rough-
A sound caught in your throat and your em field must have jumped the wrong way, because Bumblebee froze and finally pulled back.
You gasped and half choked on the abundance of oral lubricant still left over in your mouth after Bumblebee’s glossia left it. You then huffed in greedy steaming vents. The air puffing from both your over heated vents so thickly you thought your optics might get obscured by condensation. "What- What's wrong?" Bumblebee murmured through his own haze, voice thick from what he was putting you through. Bright blue optics still laced with obvious concern- even when they were so bright right now it was making you want to cycle your optics just looking in them.
You had to swallow again to try and find your vocalizor. You swore you left it around here somewhere- Before eventually managing to croak out that your spike is pressing against the wrong thing.
His optics widened a touch at the comment, chin dipping against his own chassis to where you were both as flat as you could be against one another. And he saw what you meant almost immediately and cursed quietly. "Sorry- just-" your servos flew onto his hips just when he released yours so he could adjust his position. Your spike slid back against Bumblebee’s own, making you hiss a vent half in relief and half at the contact.
"Better?" Bright blue hovered above your own faceplate. You both huffed and panted while you watched your lovers optics cycle In thought while gazing down into your own.
You said “Yeah” and before the word fully left your mouth Bumblebee’s own crashed back against yours. His servo back on your jaw and other now on the front of your chassis. Black servo trailing against your metal in a heated haze before slipping his glossia back into your mouth. You bucked up against him, while you used your grip on his hips to help guide him with each roll of your hips. Bumblebee whined against you and the heat quickly returned to the tempo it was before the blunder.
You mumbled out his designation as well as you could, trying to tell him you were gonna overload before any spiking even happened-! The gasping half muffled admission only caused Bumblebee to rut more feverishly.
Slag-!
Your servos gripped Bumblebee’s hips harder, dragging him closer to help with his own desperate pace.
Bumblebee’s chassis pressed flat against your frame like glue. Spike dragging sweltering on your own-! And you end up overloading with a muffled groan arching up. All while Bumblebee only made an effort to push you back down into his berth through his own overload. You’re stuck swallowing down a whine that was very much not your own at the end of it. Metal burning against your own and threatening to scorch if heated any further. Soft heady sounds passed between derma with each now lazy buck between one another.
The rutting continued only slightly less urgent now. The wet slide of your spikes only accentuated by each others transfluid.
Bumblebee swallowing around your glossia when his hips jump with a bit more vigor manages to pull an embarrassing noise out of you.
Bumblebee half pulled away to murmur something against your derma. "Spike, Please-" before locking you in another demanding kiss. You had no clue if he was begging you to spike him or if he was begging to spike you.
You could probably find out if he stopped assaulting your mouth and glossia for five fragging klicks-!
drift and rodimus sharing a huge double ended dildo together... drift putting his flexibility to use to press his knees to his shoulders and let rodimus control the pace on top of him, lifting and dropping his hips down on drift's, both of them letting out twin whimpers when the fat heads of the dildo hits their ceiling nodes. rodimus can lean down and kiss drift... making out sloppily and moaning into each other's mouths while their afts clang together with every thrust. pressing their arrays alllll the way together so every inch of the dildo is buried in them and their clits are kissing. their valves are stretched so wide and they both moan at being sooo full, rocking their hips against each other so they can feel it grinding against all their nodes... rodimus jerks his hips in needy little movements because he's addicted to the feeling of drift's clit against his tdick, so slick and hot and wet and sliding over one another and feeling sooo good... then he's back to shakily slamming his hips down on drift's so they can both get their ceiling nodes bullied, until they're both trembling and pressing their cumming pussies together again, feeling each other clenching and twitching against their folds, grinding their clits together....
whenever rodimus gets too bratty or wound up drift and ratchet have a special punishment for him. they tie him up, legs spread with his ankles attached to a spreader bar, a gag in his intake. he feels so humiliated when ratchet manually opens his panel, squirts cold lube over his valve, and begins stretching him open clinically. then they take the biggest false spike they own and attach it to a fucking machine. rodimus always whines and begs behind his gag as they slowly slide it into him, pleading that he'll be good, they can untie him now, please, tears coming to his eyes at how much the dildo is stretching him out. then they switch it on at a steady medium pace and leave him be. they'll watch a movie together or cuddle or have conversation over dinner while rodimus lies bound on their berth, his valve getting mercilessly fucked by an unfeeling machine. it's so much, so big inside him and it goes so deep on every thrust it almost hurts how hard it's pressing into his ceiling node. he keeps begging and moaning but his muffled voice is drowned out by whatever show drift and ratchet are watching. when he eventually overloads, the machine keeps fucking his clenching calipers, never stopping. ratchet and drift usually come to bed at that point so they can lie on either side of him and read their datapads before recharge. they'll turn up the machine just to make him moan louder, trying so hard to writhe away from it in overstimulation, but he's bound too tightly. after a couple overloads he knows no amount of begging with make his partners turn it off, so he just lies there and sniffles and tries not to cum, every overload making him more and more painfully overstimulated. his valve is so sore and stretched. when he squirts all over the false spike, drift and ratchet just admonish him quietly for making a mess and go back to reading, letting rodimus sob and cry between them. he'll just keep cumming every once in a while as the machine keeps going. eventually he's leaking with every thrust, his poor valve so broken he can't hold it in anymore. maybe his waste tank gives out after being pounded by the massive false spike for so long and he pees himself, crying quietly in humiliation. by the time drift and ratchet shut the machine off, rodimus is trembling and sniffling, optics rolled back. his pussy is so swollen, sore, and gaping, he's covered in squirt and there's dried tears on his face, he's cum so many times he can't keep track. his valve is throbbing in pain, pleasure, and overstimulation, and he just whimpers as ratchet coos praise at him and drift unties him and gently wipes him down. he babbles out a promise to be good and drift and ratchet just shush him and cuddle him to sleep. his panel is left open all night, his poor pussy too swollen for it too close. he'll probably be walking funny for the next day or so, but he's learned his lesson
I think the concept of internal comms should be used more often in fics, especially for smut situations.
Optimus trying to roleplay as a bad cop out loud but on comms he's constantly asking for reassurance that he's not going too far (Prowl doesn't even have the cuffs on yet, and he should find the conflicting moods annoying, but it's somehow endearing).
Megatron lying about his preferred position both out loud and internally, because he thinks that what he truly wants isn't dominating enough for The Leader Of The Decepticons.
Soundwave not even moving from his seat, not voicing a thing, but what he says on private comms is so filthy that Shockwave overloads into his closed panels, on the other side of the room.
Chromia had to remove Elita from the female Autobots orgies because Elita kept trying to turn those into training for their focus and that was kind of a turn-off after a long day. She can keep doing that during actual training though, that's a turn-on.
Jazz could have gotten information from Mirage on how to act like a believable scummy noble before spec ops sexy times, but it's a better test of his improvisation capabilities if that briefing happens silently during spec ops sexy times.
oh my goddd yes in general comms are so underutilized
Really nice utilization for kink roleplay here
Really fitting of Optimus, you can go about that in fun ways in the text :3
woawwww on the wavewave and Soundwave having less restraint over private comms😳 bet there's such fun public scenes you can do there too
Lita is killing me here but in general oaugh such an interesting way to mix work and play, Very funny to imagine her getting kicked out of an orgy rip😭
i really like bored and ignored kink if it's like, just sexually ignored but still given attention idk. i like the traditional option too... like drift and ratchet having dinner together and completely ignoring rodimus, who's under the table and humping one of their pedes... even when he whimpers really loud and whines for attention they act like he isn't there. he feels so hot and needy and pathetic as he grinds his valve down on ratchet's pede, so close to overloading and they're not even acknowledging him. maybe they even get annoyed at him when he cums. make him lick the mess off the floor and their pedes.
but if he's just sexually ignored... being cuddled and kissed and talked to except he has a vibe in his valve teasing him the entire time. ratchet and drift just talk to him like normal, like his array isn't open and dripping and like he isn't flushed and panting. drift asks him how his day was, cuddled up to his side innocently, and rodimus has to stutter out an answer while on the edge of an orgasm. when he cums he convulses and whimpers and they don't acknowledge him at all, just keep interacting with him as if everything were normal and innocent. and they especially don't acknowledge him when he starts begging them to take the vibrator out when his valve starts getting sore and overstimulated. he'll be a total mess and they'll just give him chaste kisses and talk about boring things.
or y'know... especially the bored part... rodimus whimpering and bucking his hips as drift strokes his spike clinically. maybe they're in bed and drift and ratchet are both reading datapads before they sleep, and rodimus is laid between them, ignored except for drift's hand squeezing his spike. he can beg for a different pace and drift will obey, but he won't get any kisses or praise or touch except for having his cock milked. he'll cry out their names when he spurts cum all over himself and they still won't even glance over at him. twitching and panting as he comes down, whining because he wants to be cuddled but his partners are completely ignoring him, acting like getting him off is just a chore. he feels so humiliated and aroused, he'll eventually give in and start begging for them to rub his array again, if they won't do anything else.
meanwhile drift and ratchet are probably stealing glances at him when rodimus isn't paying attention. it's so hard not to watch him when he's writhing and begging so prettily... maybe they can reward him later, make him suck them off and then give him so much attention his head will be spinning. but for now they have to keep up the act and just enjoy how pathetic and desperate rodimus gets when he isn't the center of attention
the whole scene with sentinel and d-16 makes me FERAL!!!!
like the way sentinel says "i sure did" and does that proud little smile UGHHHH I NEED THAT INTAKE ON ME RIGHT NOW!!!! YES IM FEELING CONFIDENT. I NEED TO HEAR MORE OUT OF HIM LIKE THAT LITTLE "please" ‼️‼️ I CAN SUCK THAT ARROGANCE STRAIGHT FROM HIS SPARK ONE CHANCE I BEGGG
Abajo su traducción en inglés>The following is its translation into English.
Bueno un poco de contenido subido de tono de uno de mis ships favoritos entre dos de mis rescue bots favoritos, Chase como te amo!!!.
Y bueno nada espero que les haya gustado mucho este dibujo al menos y lo siento por dejarlos sin contenido voy a tratar de subir mas contenido, tanto de los rescue bots como de mi ship favorito soundwave x Megatron y del AU que hice donde chase es "adoptado" por soundwave, pero bueno esto es todo por hoy y recuerden ¡TOMEN CAFECITO!🎃☕🧡🇻🇪
Okay, here's some risqué content about one of my favorite ships between two of my favorite rescue bots, Chase, I love you so much!!!
Well, I hope you liked this drawing a lot, at least, and I'm sorry for leaving you without content. I'll try to upload more content, both of the Rescue Bots and my favorite ship, Soundwave x Megatron, and the AU I made where Chase is "adopted" by Soundwave. But anyway, that's all for today, and remember to have some coffee! 🎃☕🧡🇻🇪
