I love robutts

|gay sex horny art alt for @Chaotic-Tired-Bastard| | Starscream my beloved. PROWL my beloved. | 🔞No Minors or I'll fuck your dad🔞

[nextweekendormaybefridaynight]

Hey, don't mean to bring the mood down or anything, but I feel like I need to say this. I don't give a fuck about the whole pro/anti shipping thing—I think it's stupid—but I don't tolerate smut of incest, pedophilia, bestiality, or any underage shit. I don't care if it's fiction, that shit's disgusting. If you find that shit sexy or hot or fun, block me or I will block you.

[nextweekendormaybefridaynight]

Advocating for a Deadlock who's a jackass when he's spiking someone but so soft when he's getting spiked. He's hugging his partner and gasping and every hard thrust makes him squeak and cling tighter. He almost kicks his partner's knee out when they first touch his ceiling node—he wasn't ready for it, they should have warned him!!! They deserved getting kicked for that!!! He cries when he overloads and keeps crying until he is given snuggles.

[archie-sunshine]

Would u talk more abt eggs... please 🥺

Okay so im about to fuckin. expose myself in front of god and everyone- jesus christ.

OKAY WELCOME BACK TO ARCHIES SELF INDULGENT KINK CORNER!

Nobody fucking @ me alright ill shit myself.

anywayssssss i don't like writing about robots having kids, i don't like writing about robots being pregnant.

what i DO like is robots experiencing the discomfort and humiliation of being full of eggs. This comes from me being a monster fucker probably and also wanting to put my blorbos in situations but like uh. listen. listen. just fuckin. god im embarrassed.

if you are one of my irl friends don't talk to me about this post or i will die

anyway heres some concept art i did for a future oviposition fic possibly. in the future. yes its driftrod again, yes im bullying rodimus again, yes that is probably what most of you follow me for

god im gonna go throw myself down a hole or something. I just want to cause rodimus distress and discomfort is that a crime? in my mind yes it is.

[nextweekendormaybefridaynight]

who initiates cuddles after interfacing

Hot Rod

Deadlock

Voting ended onMar 10

AKA which of these bastards is the clingiest

Edit: the majority of yall failed everyone go home

[valveplugconfessions]

since the primary goal of interfacing with a sparked mech is to contribute nanites to the sparkling's frame, when they overload their valve constricts a lot more than normal to pull transfluid into the forge. it's sinfully tight, and the warmth of their forge and change in lubricant thickness during gestation makes sex with carriers extremely pleasurable.

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[archie-sunshine]

helloo hello!!!! i hooope youre doing okayyy and will feel better soon, take very good care of yourself.. your stuff is great!! big enjoyer... aahha urthe first perosn im ever requesting somthing from LOL ifffyoudwant iddd love to see some very whiny very pathetic very gripping all over eachover driftrod bar chair fragginggggg on eachovers lap.. whoevers where is ur pick.... idk man theyre both srupid as hell yesandthankyou❤️

yoluuuu are so fuicking right, i need them to be frotting desperately like this. riding it. hanging and banging. fuck. im a little high

[muanpurr]

Full — @mu-aan.bsky.social

x: @Muan_PURR

[nextweekendormaybefridaynight]

Perceptor's the kinda guy to play Spider Solitaire with a spike in his valve (false spike or real one attached to a bot)

[nextweekendormaybefridaynight]

Finally posting this here lol

Uncensored on bsky

[nextweekendormaybefridaynight]

Hiii I keep thinking of Drift using Rodimus. Like. Tying him up and locking his modesty panelling open so he can just fuck him silly when he needs some stress relief. Ruining his valve when his work cycles' been busy, milking his spike dry and then some when Ultra Magnus just keeps giving him datapads, fucking his throat so hard he accidentally breaks Rodimus' voxbox because Meg's been getting on his aft and it pisses him off. Poor boy isn't anything but Drift's toy, but really, does he need to be anything else?

[nextweekendormaybefridaynight]

Hnnnngg Jazz jacking into Prowl's processor and turning off his higher functions so he can just float without thinking... Jazz taking such good care of his boy bcs he works so hard, he deserves a little break... hhhhh Prowl drooling and babbling nonsense as Jazz keeps his charge steadily rising, never cresting but just building because he doesn't need to overload, he just needs to relax, to let himself sink as someone more capable takes care of him, gives him exactly what he needs...

[nextweekendormaybefridaynight]

I've been unable to think about anything other than this today. Megatron (bcs of course) and Nautica- Nautica's kneeling in front of Megs, spike and valve ou,t, anf Megs' like "you don't deserve my spike or valve so rut on my pede like a good boy" and so she does until it hurts. And then Megs has him eat out his valve and jerk him off while his spike and valve are still out and it sucks because he sooo badly wants to fuck Megs but doesn't have permission. So she just suffers until Megs caves to her sad, longing optics and lets her rail him.

[rabotimagines]

i wonder if youd be willing to have a receptive reader for the yanderes. like theyre totally aware (or only somewhat..?) of how bad this gets but are totally fine with it

itd be interesting if they were friends i think, platonic obsessions are pretty cool imo. something smutty would also be really cool

prowl, my love, i wont be long 🌊🌊🏊‍♂️🌊🌊

I'm not against platonic yandere I simply had zero ideas so decided to indulge on the very underused aspect of Yandere x Pervert Reader ˙˚ଘo(∗ ❛ั ᵕ ❛ั )੭່˙

“Match my freak” Gn Bot reader x Prowl [Yandere/Obsessed Smut]

Summary: Prowl ends up much more stressed than he’d of imagined when you’d agreed to act out one of his shameful fantasies. While you only act more unabashed the longer it continues.

Warning(s): Rope bondage, toys, Yandere, Over-stimulation

Genere/Theme: Smut scenario 🔞

G1 character(s): Prowl

Notes: Based on Prowls fantasy in "Harmless", Mild rope bondage on reader, Prowl trying to be a mean Dom but failing because reader just keeps getting hornier in response to the treatment, Reader: Jokes on you I'm into that shit! Prowl mentions being readers superior, bottom reader

Pronouns: You, your, yours

Prowl only counted to five once your frame stopped tensing when your filth overload finished wracking through your frame.

You laxed on his desk once more, charge so over wound on your plating that your metal was giving off quick static. Prowl could feel it against his touch receptors when he glided the palm of his servo down your front. Plating twitching much like your hips when his servo just barely slid past your weeping spike. Digits following the curve of your plating till his thumb was resting on your inner thigh groove. All before he slid the false spike out of your valve- you tensed again and grunted. Sighing ventless when the toy slipped free from your used valve. Your own slick drenching your inner thighs from pre lubricant and your own overloads.

"... Have you learned your lesson?" The only reason Prowl's voice came out even was from vorns of practicing self control. Because otherwise if Prowl were a lesser controlled mech he'd of thrown caution into the wind long ago, and spiked you relentlessly.

And Prowl knew the chances of him going until you were begging him to stop was quite high. So instead he was here. Staring down at you, his control feeling as if it was wavering the longer he'd watched you come more and more undone.

The unashamed smile on your derma- decorated by bright foggy optics but still keeping your focus directly on himself. You laughed sounding about as thoroughly out of it as you appeared to be. Light and venty- but you swallowed before speaking. "I'd- I'd be lying if I said yes. Haha... Especially if this is the punishment." You lightly flexed against the rope wire he'd had you tied in; All before laxing all over again. Your servos tied to each of your respective ankles. Forcing your thighs to stay spread and you obedient for him.

Warmth threatened to bubble over in his chassis. You were enjoying this. Yes- Prowl had wanted you to feel good. He wanted you so lost in the depths of pleasure that you'd only be able to comprehend him. But Prowl was also simultaneously imagining you much more… trepidatious. He had not imagined you exactly fighting him. More so apologizing for what you'd done in the first place. Maybe even a touch apprehensive when he'd initially indulged you in the fantasy that he'd found shameful. Using his authority as your superior to use and abuse you had already taken it’s own amount of guilt in his processor for even entertaining the thought as even self service material.

Rather more you were here now- willing and enthusiastic to be tied up by Prowl and have him- do exactly that to you. And to be so eager for him to continue playing with you as he is when he'd fully been prepared for you to merely indulge his fantasy for an overload or two. Instead you were a proper mess- disheveled in a way that made Prowl only want to grasp onto you tighter and see exactly how much more he could get you to fall apart for him. His logic center was running on overtime, continuously conjuring up new forms of approach to the situation he had you in. Prowl had to smother them down as well as he could; lest he snap and abandon his position as your punisher. And instead use you like a one processor tracked heat ridden cyberhound.

Which he was steadily beginning to find much much harder of a task the longer you kept reminding Prowl with the fact of exactly how badly you'd wanted him back. Each slight sound of your bindings doing their purpose only made Prowl imagine your servos digging into his plating. Urging him on physically much like the rest of you.

Prowl subspaced the interface toy to instead let his modesty panel snap back to line his spike head up with your valve entrance instead. You actually perked up at the sight of his array like you were being offered an energon goodie.

Your spike throbbing in anticipation- the remains of your previous overloads still dripping down your own length. Your own transfluid decorated the front of your chassis in such an optic catching sight. It made Prowl regret that he'd rejected to have cameras installed into his optics vorns ago.

He rolled his hips forward- slowly till his pelvis nudged against your aft. Regulating himself, he forced his hips to repeat the action. Slow pull back before a subdued push forward, even when you throbbed around him and made his plating flex. Your valve readily taking him each time. Prowl putting a heavy amount of his will power into smothering the incessant urge to give you everything he had in him at once and then some.

Prowl’s hips jerked to a stop when you groaned deep- your helm slowly lulling backwards to rest on his desk. Exposing the full juncture of your throat at the action. Prowl was suddenly overcome with the desire to drag his glossia along the dividends made up there.

He must have taken longer than he'd presumed simply gawking, because you'd rolled your helm back forwards. Tucking your chin against your own chassis to give him a questioning look.

Which resulted in you both sharing a moment to just stare at one another.

You looked up at him. Still flustered and panting. An utter mess of your own fluids still.

Prowl watched as you only grinned- luscious and unabashed before opening your mouth with a single demand.

"Punish me-!"

Something snapped at your words and it was not the wire rope holding your frame together.

Prowl stood back up pulling half his spike out of your valve. "Haha- too much Sweetspark?" Prowl promptly bottomed out inside you once more at your tone- you only laughed in a daze at the treatment. He vented and pulled out halfway again before blindly grasping around your pede pivot for the knot there. Prowl unsubspaced the safety sears he had on him and cut the metal rope. Your servo pulled free, now free to glide up Prowl's side while he cut your other side free. Charge trickling even farther against his own frame at your touch. Once you were free he subspaced the sears and let himself press his chassis up against yours once more.

Your optics found his and you smiled- though more affectionate and tame.

It had an even more dire effect on him than your previous expression.

Because Prowl just found he just wanted to ruin it all over again.

He pulled back before bottoming out inside your valve rather harshly. His em field latching onto yours when you only moaned and clawed at his frame. Your valve squeezed down on him and your legs hooked over his waist. Hooking against themselves and leg locking him in place against you. Prowl shakily vented, his chassis quivering slightly through the mundane task. Every throb of your valve around him and your soft continued noises of pleasure were only sealing your own fate- and his own failure.

Prowl growled before his grip on his own self slipped right through his digits when you said his designation. His hips bucking forwards with no attempt of trying to control himself any longer. You only laughed again and clung onto him harder when he began slamming inside of you with no regard.

Rather unfortunately (or very fortunately) the urges won-!

Prowl couldn't hold himself back any longer from now simply trying to pull you apart in the most forward way possible. His hips abandoning the restrained pace he'd attempted to establish. Now hurried and desperate each time his pelvis would smack against your array. You clung onto him- your servos finding where his doorwings attached onto his frame and squeezing tight only made him worse. Your valve simply taking him each aggressive push forward.

You were genuinely blissed out by the treatment. Unfocused smile still curled on your own derma while he was forcing you to take him over and over again. A strangled use of your designation catches in Prowl's throat.

And yet you're only begging for more.

"Use me! Use me! Use me-!" Prowl’s door wings jerked And he cursed under his own quick vents. Knowing this experience was going to haunt him for as long as he'd remember it this vividly. And Prowl ends up overloading inside you with a groan- his pace becoming sloppy but not stopping. He couldn't. Especially not when your em field was curling inwards and seconds away from bubbling over this time on his spike.

Prowl growled, the sound reverberating through his engine and rolling in the back of his throat. His servo darting between you both to grasp onto your neglected spike and pump. While attempting to match his own rather uncoordinated rhythm of his hips.

"Prowl-!" You whined and Prowl felt the sound rush down his own spinal strut. His hips rocking forward yet again right when you overload. Keening underneath him when Prowl continued to work your already spent spike through it. But you eventually lax and Prowl pauses to huff in greedy vents much like yourself. But then you chuckle, sounding almost overcharged "One more ha- one more-!" The pleading goes directly to his array and he can feel himself throb inside you. He ends up failing to bite back a moan.

And Prowl had been worried he'd of been too much for you...

Credits if you'd like be to remove your art/dividers dm me and i'll do it asap!

Art credit: @/Casey w Coller

Divider credits: @/enchanthings, @/cafekitsune, @/diviniyae

[nextweekendormaybefridaynight]

Rodimus: Drift, Ratchet, I'm so glad you're alive! How did you survive on that planet for so long with no energon?

Drift: Ratchet's refineries

Ratchet: DRIFT.

Rodimus: .... without me? 🥺

Drift: I'm so sorry bro 😔 next time I'll bring you with us so you can join

Rodimus: Yay! 🤗

Ratchet: ...I hate you two I'm getting A Divorce²

[nextweekendormaybefridaynight]

I am so sorry that I keep forgetting to post my art here! (/_;)/~~ anyhow have Roddy² getting their freak on

Uncensored here

[kajamnikk]

1st part of a comic im making for my friend stay tuned guys

[bedbugging]

god not only made me a pathetic gooner but also decided to make me an amateur mech artist robotfucker so nothing what i draw would be legible