#helex

[startheskelaton]

The DJD are dangerous mobster hit men, however when the big boss had a baby girl, their jobs got much harder. Killing without getting caught is one thing, keeping an eye on a five year old is far more complicated it seems

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[shokveyv]

MTMTE Black Shadow: The Anime

[obioxide]

various nickel doodles from @madamadamiu ‘s lost light cat shelter au because i LOVE HERRRRR 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[isdantah]

Can we get more from pharma glassdeal? pleaseeeee

YES.

Sooo, tragic bot is tragic. I kept the concept of Pharma forced to do horrible things to stay alive under Optimus Prime ranks. Also Ratchet is not very happy of being forced to do bad things, but he actually doesn't care very much of mechs that being tortured or dismantled under his knife. On the other side, Pharma is deeply traumatized of what he's doing and suffers of loss of color paint, like he's slowly vanishing for stress and pain. BUT ofc I cannot stop here, so take some more drama and plot:

Before Optimus Prime conquered Cybetron, Pharma works in Ratchet Hospital and helped many desperate mechs... but also was very kind to drones (vehicons) which were even treatened worst than others (HEH this also in Canon Prime if you think of it). One day he founded a almost deadctivated drone and repair it. That drone was D-A-111-0-5, then nicknamed by Pharma as Damus and they become friend. "Casually", that drone guided the rebellion of drones, guiding them in the fight for their rights as individuals and sentient beings. And "casually", that drone will become known as "Tarn", the destroyed city fooled by Autobots, changing its frame (and pick inspiration by Solus became a She) but keep up his old faceplate as mask as symbol of the revolution (drawing Megatronus faceplate makeup). (Take also a Nickel as gift XD)

Since Ratchet is actually affectionate to Pharma, he managed to contact Tarn (thanks to Megatronus) and planning a Decepticon Justice Division extraction operation for the VERY stressed Pharma. (take a sheHelex and her four arms in the precise moment of "saving a medic")

And now, a soft reunion.

Aaand the end for today. Always sad that I have no time for "The Shattered\Glass Deal" but always happy when somebody give me an excuse to draw about it :v

[pericardium-and-glass]

AU idea: Tarn got injured during a mission and lost his memories, returning him to pre-empurata Damus... (I just want to draw him with a big smile 😭)

Bonus DJD reaction:

[coffeestripes]

Bunch of dumb little drawings inspired by a Rodimus plushie I saw a while ago

Here is also my sona!

[optimusxwbu]

OH OH CAN WE HAVE THE HELEX VERSION OF LATEST TARN FIC?? I bet he'd fill up the reader like a Twinkie..

18+ drabble, minors dni — under the cut

sorry this isn’t a full fic, writer’s block is starting to get me LOL. based on this fic

“Boss says it’s fine,” Helex says as he bends over your body, pressing his hot chassis against your back. He grinds his hips, dragging his spike between your legs against your clit. You mewl, wanting to deny him, but knowing you need it.

Tarn is your conjunx, and you want to be with him right now. You want him to be the one to rid you of the lustful urges that the aphrodisiac has left you with. But he won’t be back for a few more days, and you’re not sure you can hold out for that much longer. Besides, beggars can’t be choosers.

Helex is humping against you, the spike in your EM field has caused him to experience a kind of intoxication all on his own. Who knew humans and their pheromones could have such an effect on these mechs?

“How generous of Tarn to offer me up like that,” you whimper, on the brink of relenting. If Helex fucks you, how many will that be now? Tarn, Megatron, and Overlord have all had their turns with you. But you’re meant to be Tarn’s only.

“Won’t do it if you really don’t want me to,” Helex says hastily, eros clouding his processor and clogging up his files.

You drop your head in defeat, making an annoyed sound as you realise this is your only option. Masturbation has provided very little relief for you, and you think you’re about to go insane if you don’t get fucked senseless.

“Do it,” you say quietly, almost frustrated that you’ve have to relent to your base urges.

“Thank Primus,” Helex rejoices, pulling his hips back to align the head of his spike with your hole. Your eyes flutter shut as the heat of him radiates over your lower half, and you swear to fuck if he doesn’t just fuck you alre—

You scream out as Helex bullies past your entrance, acquainting himself with your needy sex. He spreads you out to an obscene degree, his spike is the thickest you’ve ever taken. He even puts the Mighty Megatron to shame, if anyone could believe that.

He adopts a maddening pace right off the bat, hammering his powerful hips against your sore, worked up body. The string of moans that leaves you is impressive, finally having a modicum of relief after two solid days of fruitlessly toying with yourself. All you needed was to be stuffed with a fat spike.

Your mouth drops open, drool already starting to pool over your bottom lip. You pant desperately, your thirst never being quenched. You’re experiencing hot flushes, your skin is boiling to the touch, and Helex’s smelting chamber isn’t doing much to mitigate that.

Your hair sticks to your sweaty skin, and the juices leaking from your core are the only cooling element on your entire body. Your aching core hungers for him, swallowing him like a ravenous beast who hasn’t eaten for weeks. Helex grunts and groans in your ear, elated to finally be one with you. The energy that’s been radiating out of this room has been sending Helex mad, practically salivating and growling as he had to resist the powerful temptation to rip the bedroom door open and fuck you until you pass out.

When Tarn informed them that he wouldn’t be able to come back early, and that Helex was allowed on this one occasion to indulge himself in Tarn’s precious lover, he thanked his lucky stars. He’d never cross that line, and he was always going to make sure every party consented, but he truly wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

“Helex!” You whine as tears well up over your waterline. He’s destroying your poor cunt, and you’re glad that Tarn will still be gone for another few days. You’ll definitely need that time to recover, and knowing Tarn, he’ll come in and rip your clothes off within minutes of being back.

“I see why the boss loves you so much,” Helex utters through a vent, “You feel sensational.”

Hot tears pour down your flushed cheeks, your fingers tighten around the pillow as you take everything he gives you. You cannot believe how big he is, it’s genuinely absurd.

It’s going to be a long night.

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The last battle for cybertron from @karlyanalora 's fic Megatron has Fallen