#tf mtme

[ch3rrry-p1e]

would u enlist......

[callmegkiddo]

Hot take. But Cybertronians love their human partners to be plus sized. Just something about holding their human, all squishy and such. like a soft, warm, fleshy delicate thing.

I can already imagine someone nuzzling their face plates into their human's tummy, or just their soft front. Etc. etc. the soft, supple flesh of their plus sized partner, something unimaginably satisfying against their digits and servos, and the hard planes of their frames.

[mecha-milkers]

I CAN TREAT YOU BETTER THAN HE CAN BABYGIRL GIVE ME A CHANCE

BARK BARK WOOF WOOF AWOOOGA-

[megapwnus]

Nothing but contempt ✌🏻

[mecha-milkers]

How it feels to consume media of my favorite emotional support robots.

[mecha-milkers]

Me thinking about When an Unstoppable Force Meets an Immovable Object by @starvonnie- (I am obsessed) 💖

[mecha-milkers]

Some silly willy things I made instead of doing my homework

[mecha-milkers]

Attention Whore

Pt. 1

(Drift x Ratchet x Rodimus)

Art credit: @pypri 💖

Contains: Sticky interfacing, possessiveness, 3sum, overstim orgasm

With a frustrated growl, Ratchet scowled up at Drift, arching his back to get more friction out of Rodimus' throbbing spike. Fluid oozed out of Ratchet's eager sex, sending waves of pleasure through Rodimus. The speedster bit his glossa hard, it took every ounce of his spark not to thrust his entire self into Ratchet. Imagining his spike bottoming out in the medic's tight, wet valve made Rodimus vent harder.

"Please, Drift...do it for Rodimus. Kid's practically on fire..." Ratchet purred, wrapping his arms around Drift's neck, planting soft, loving kisses on the exposed cabling. The ex-con sighed softly, forgetting his bedroom persona for a moment, "You know what you have to do, Ratchet. You're the one in control here."

Rodimus rutted uselessly against Ratchet's inner thigh, his optics glazed over from the arousal consuming his processor, "Please, Ratch...I'm dying here." Feeling the friction of Rodimus's spike brushing near his hyper-sensitive cunt made Ratchet's vents shudder.

Ratchet squeezed his optics shut, his faceplate burning hot as he buckled under the pressure, "Have your way with me- I'm yours for the night..."