#fort max

[lazy-veo]

Fanart The Lost Light Cat Shelter AU 🐱🐈 ( by @madamadamiu)

"This is Max's personal space. !!Do not disturb!!"

[beachcombershippiecoochie]

CHONK Chart for @madamadamiu’s #lostlightcatshelter au.

I know Nickel hates to see Fort Max comin 😭

[ghoulishconey]

Universal greeting always works, right?

Not everyone knows this, big guy.😅

The fanfic is called “Move” Fort max reader by @revelboo

All i can think about in the 2nd chapter.

[revelboo]

All Transformers crybaby designs so far…

[ctghost]

If the yandere requests are still open, could we get either Yan!Fort Max (idw) or maybe even Yan!Bluestreak 👀

Fort maximus!! The gigantic sweetly (posessive) loyal mech 💙 too afraid to hurt you yet too obsessed to just let go..

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[revelverse]

which bot would absolutely lose it when their human enthusiastically bounces on that thang

🤣 pretty much all of them 🔞 MDNI mass displaced mech 🌶️ @irreproduciblemagnet wanted puppy blanket Max

Needy

Fort Max x Reader

• Holding your hooded blanket closed with a fist, you bite your lip. Mostly because your alien boyfriend is mass displaced and sitting propped up among your pillows wearing his matching ‘comfy’ blanket that you’d had to hand make since he’s so much bigger than you are. His finials poke through the holes in the top, the hood made to look like a puppy face and honestly you’re proud of how it came out even if you’d stabbed yourself with the needle a few dozen times. Mostly, the thing gives you something soft against your skin when you sprawl on top of him so the hard lines of his plating are a bit more comfortable. Makes you wonder if he has any clue how freaking cute he looks right now, though. The massive, powerful mech playing along to make you happy.

• Head turning to see you staring at him, he smiles. “No snacks?” He asks since you usually insist that there be snacks for movie night. But you shrug off your blanket and his fans cycle on as he stares at your bare skin, rumbling and shifting uncomfortably when his spike stirs. ‘No, I was wanting something a little different,’ you tease and his plating heats when he scents you. “Like?” He asks even though he has a pretty good idea as you straddle his lap, flipping the blanket out of the way and fingers teasing the seam of his modesty panel until his spike releases to pressurize. Groaning as you wrap your hands around him and lift up to rock against the underside of his spike, he growls.

• That feral sound is so at odds with the cutesy puppy hoodie that you have to hide a smile. Fingers teasing along the seams of biolights on his spike, you watch them glow and pulse under your touch, slick already beading at the head. And while the shape is familiar enough, it’s the differences that always draw your eye. The softer, spiky looking ridges on the underside that rub just right in certain positions, the way the head tapers and flares at the back. He’d looked intimidating the first time you’d seen him. Like he’d hurt you. Making you so thankful that you’d trusted him not to.

• Hands smoothing up your sides, he watches you line yourself up and he groans when you sink down on him, hips rolling as you moan his name. And your hands grip his for balance as you begin to move, your breath hitching as your slick heat fists him until he’s shivering with the urge to thrust. Head falling back against the wall, his finials scrape against the surface when you start moving more urgently. Bouncing on his spike as he snarls and strains against the need to grip your hips and move you faster on his length. Wanting to rut inside you. Snarling your name as his hips lift, his attention slides down your body. Staring at his spike slick with you sinking into you again and again. “I’m going to overload,” he snarls, servos flexing on you.

• “Not yet,” you moan, hips rolling as you ride him, feeling every ridge of his spike stroking deep. Stretching and filling you until you’re trembling at the feel of him inside you. Can’t look away from his face, from his slightly parted lips as his rumbling growls hum through you. That inhuman noise stringing you tight as you move faster, getting rougher as heat pools inside you. Until your movements falter and his big hands are moving you, helping you keep going as you tremble.

• Snarling when you gasp his name, fisting his spike as you get even tighter, his hips lift when he pulls you down flush, his frame straining. Shuddering with his overload. Hips lazily rolling under you as you shiver, he feels the base of his spike swelling. Locking him inside you as you ease down to lay against him and his hands smooth up your spine. Rumbling, he watches you slowly reach up to touch his bottom lip and his head turns to catch the pad of your thumb between his denta as he growls affectionately and you lay a sweaty cheek on his chassis with a soft huff of laughter.

[theangrycomet-art]

okay so i guess i'm not done with Firefighter Inferno and Red Alert

Red being a bit clingy is pulling from G1 more than IDW but the image wouldn't leave me.

Lost Light Cat Shelter was created by the lovely @madamadamiu of course

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[optimusxwbu]

Do you think the bots would have any particular kinks of their own? And if they were exposed to human kink culture, which ones do you think would genuinely catch their interest or curiosity?

the answer is YES i do think that >:) i think there are some F R E A K S!! lemme share some of my thoughts…

۶ৎ ˎˊ˗ kinks drabbles

ft. optimus, fort max, soundwave, windblade, whirl & ultra magnus

18+, minors dni

optimus prime

the matrix, the giver of life, would fuel a hefty breeding kink for optimus. it’d almost be an innate urge, something that he wasn’t aware of until you mentioned the kink to him casually in conversation. then it all clicked, that strange need to make sure he stayed inside you when he finds his release finally has a name.

“need to fill you,” he groans in your ear as he has your ankles by your head, folded to your maximum capability in a mating press. this position makes you feel so much tighter and it gets him overloading time and time again.

“need to make sure it takes,” his voice is gruff, but almost breathless at the same time. he’s here with one goal in mind — to knock you up. you’re so full of transfluid already that there’s a river of it running down the valley of your ass and onto the berth. but he won’t stop, no, not until he’s certain that you’ll be carrying his sparklings by the time you leave the berth.

it doesn’t matter if it is doesn’t make any sense, if you’re fundamentally incompatible on a biological level. it won’t stop him from pouring every last drop he has into your sweet cunt.

“breed me,” you babble, eyes rolled into the back of your head as your mouth waters, “please, breed me.”

“don’t worry, my love, i’m going to.”

fort max

i see fort max having a temperature play kink, he likes to test your reactions to different things and see what gets you shuddering.

your back arches as fort max spills warm wax up your spine, starting from the small of your back. you let out an airy moan as the warm liquid trails along the dip of your spine, sending tingles over your skin.

he listens for your reaction, putting the oil down to the side before diving his servos to your back to spread the oil. you preen under him as he massages along you, your pussy perfectly presented to him and ready to be spiked.

“so sensitive,” max hums with a grin, dragging his oil-slicked servos down to your ass to knead at the flesh he finds there. he’s enchanted by the way your skin gleams in the light from the oil.

“you’re such a tease,” you whine, wiggling yourself just a tad in hopes that it’ll entice him into sticking that heavenly spike into you and rut until you’re passed out.

“my transfluid is hotter than this oil,” he says, ignoring your attempts, “maybe i’ll overload over your back tonight, you seem to like the warm temperature.”

oh, he’s so in for it.

soundwave

i’ve included this in previous fics with soundwave, but recording and voyeurism for sure. he’d had compilations of homemade porn videos from his perspective of you, categorised specifically. he loves playing them in his processor whilst he’s meant to be working. it’s a good thing he’s so good at multitasking.

soundwave leans back slightly, angling back so that his visor can get a clear view of his spike jackhammering into your tight cunt from behind for the video footage. you’ve consented, of course. and honestly, it’s kind of hot. like, really fucking hot.

a multimillion year old mech getting his rocks off to videos of you? now that’s a compliment.

your pussy is dripping wet, evidence of your previous climaxes decorating him and the berth beneath you. he’s currently working for a squirting compilation, gathering enough footage of you doing so to create a healthy montage that he can self-service to when you’re otherwise engaged.

he has the highest quality recording devices, your moans and screams picked up pristinely. it’d be a crime to not capture them in all their glory.

windblade

idk where this headcanon rly stems from, but i think she’d be into rigging/ropes and chains. to me, she’s rly dominant in the bedroom. you could even call her a stone top.

your hands are chained back against the headboard, a soft piece of silk is tied against your mouth to keep you semi-gagged. she’s tied each leg, your knees bent as rope winds around them to keep them restricted like that.

you moan against the silk as she pushes your legs back, your knees nestled against your chest whilst she shoves her tongue into your needy pussy.

“so pretty,” she hushes as she licks your clit, “all wrapped up for me, like a gift.”

she’s grinding her spike against the bedding, her valve dripping. she loves having you bound, unable to resist her. she’s training you to be a pretty pillow princess, just how she likes it. she’s in charge and you will learn that.

“give me the gift of your overload,” she orders, lapping at you without missing a beat.

she drags you into orgasm after orgasm as her mouth works on you, swallowing everything you give. she’ll keep you here like this until you’re a shaking, quivering, crying mess. only then will she consider untying you.

whirl

he loves a thrill, he gets off on any kind of danger. therefore, i think whirl would go crazy for wireplay.

“ah fuck, yes,” whirl spurts as your delicate fingers tangle into some of the wires by his abdominal plating. you’re riding him as you do so, eyes flitting between his helm and the wires to continually check for any change in reaction. even though it’s bit hard to tell, considering he doesn’t have a face.

“pull on them,” whirl rasps, “just a little.”

you grant his wish, tightening your fingers before tugging gently. his spinal struts arch as he moans indulgently, optic flickering offline.

“so fucking good,” he sounds crazed, like he’s becoming more and more addicted by the minute, “gonna get me overloading in no time, little fleshy.”

“don’t threaten me with a good time,” you reply as you pull again, a little harder this time. his moans stutter into static in his vocaliser, bucking his hips up into you.

ultra magnus

now this guy has a praise kink for SURE! this often develops into getting off on your dirty talk. plleeeeaaasseee say the most sinful, filthiest things you can to him. he gets embarrassed, but he loves it. the temptation of you far too tantalising to resist, even for him.

“such a big spike from such a handsome mech,” you coo as you squeeze your tits around him, jerking him as you smirk at him. his faceplate is basically blue at this point, so flustered from how dirty you are.

“i’ll never be able to have anyone ever again, you know that, right? no one could ever fuck me like you can, no one could ever get me to cum now that i’ve had you,” he whimpers at your words, thrusting his hips up in a rare moment of losing his self control. it gets him so horny to know that you derive otherworldly pleasure from him.

“you fuck me so good, baby,” you praise as his transfluid starts to spread over your tits, you’re enjoying this more submissive side to him. he’s always so stern and bordering vanilla, you’re still breaking him into the kinkier side of things.

special bonus for tarn: cuckolding - specifically with megatron. watching his idol bring mind-blowing pleasure to his partner whilst he’s made to watch would absolutely get him off. the two people he adores most finding bliss right before his optics, sign him tf up.