#tfo darkwing

[ravidwound]

My First Art for my 2025 Big Bang pieces. Plus a tv/sitcom alt edit. My first ever @tf-bigbang I worked with SapphicStarscream who did the writing for our collab, and I had fun. Go together with their work "When Darkness Meets The Light" On Ao3 :)

[revelboo]

This may seem random but could you do TFO darkwing smut? Or any of the guards really

Sure, I think I I’ve had a few requests for him. 🔞 mass displaced mech 🌶️

Needy

TFO Darkwing x Reader

• Skin prickling at that familiar, rough snarl, your head lifts to watch him sling something across the room, big hands gesturing as he snarls alien gibberish. Because he’s apparently in a mood as he smashes something. Watching him throw a tantrum, you wait until he finally looks your way, venting raggedly. And while the language barrier had been frustrating at first, you’d come to understand each other well enough eventually. Slowly standing, you let the sheer, coverup he’d gifted you pool around your bare feet and you drape yourself on one of the plush, angled pieces of furniture he’s got arranged about the top of the counter that is your space.

• Servos flexing as you recline on one of several specially commissioned pieces, he growls. Watching your head turn to watch him, thighs falling open and a hand sliding down your body to touch yourself. And the pent up frustration shifts to need, his spike releasing to pressurize as he stalks your way, watching the nearly unsettling way your soft body can twist, that flexibility fascinating. Has no idea where you came from, he’d found you wandering alone and dirty. This tiny, helpless thing that had chirped at him when he’d lifted a ped to crush you. That sound had stopped him, though he’s not sure why. The soft chirping familiar, eliciting a memory he still can’t quite get ahold of. Reminding him of something. “You know how fragging lucky you are?” He growls, vaulting up and mass shifting as you tease him, little fingers spearing into yourself, pumping as your scent shifts to make his biolights cycle.

• Whoever or whatever pissed him off isn’t your problem, but you’re thankful to them, because he’s more fun when he’s riled up. And he’s snarling a reprimand at you, catching your wrists in a big hand as he leans down, venting. You’re pretty sure he’s mouthing about you getting yourself off, because he has an issue with it for some reason. The big bot a control freak as he leans over you, his spike smearing slick against your belly and you’re not surprised when he pulls out the thickly padded cuffs and binds your wrists together before hooking them against the top of another piece of padded furniture, your toes barely touching the countertop as his big servos ghost over your ribs, his masked and visored face giving away nothing, but you’re pretty sure he’s pleased with himself. “Tease,” You mutter, hooking a thigh against his hip and grinning.

• Watching you squirm, he palms your thighs open, servos flexing against your softness as he angles you how he wants. Those fragging miners cost him production again. Made him look bad again, wishes he could get his servos on them. Punish them. Doubts they’d be as fun to play with as you are, though, but he can’t stop imagining it. Imagining rutting against that one’s smug mouth, making the bot take all of him. Snarling as he buries himself inside your slick heat, you make a low, obscene sound of need that sinks into him. What would anyone else think if they knew about his little, shameful secret? That he’s addicted to fragging an alien. An organic. He’d be busted down lower than a miner.

• Oh, he’s definitely in a foul mood, snarling as his hips buck. Can hear the wet sound of his spike pumping inside you as you squirm on a breathless moan. Loving his strength, his ability to manhandle you. Pretty sure he’s ruined you for other humans at this point, but at this rate, you’re almost positive that no one’s coming to rescue you and any other survivors. Not that you’re complaining about being his dirty secret. Because you must be. He’s never once showed you to another Cybertronian. Toes curling as he gets rougher, pinning you and thrusting urgently with a snarl, you cry out when he shifts his angle to tip you over the edge.

• Swearing as you shatter, he grinds, hips snapping against you, lost in that wet, obscene sound as his frame shudders. Driving deep, he rumbles as he overloads hard to make you whimper. Servos sinking into your hair, he tips your face up, mask retracting so his mouth can slide against your neck as you chirp your breathy nonsense at the feel of his denta on you. Reluctantly slipping free, he growls watching his excess trailing down your thighs as you hang there, toes barely touching the floor. And those eyes open to find him as he wipes down his spike before lifting your bound wrists off the hook, watching you roll your shoulders, trying to wiggle your wrists out of the cuffs. “Not yet,” he growls, a servo under your chin to tip it up and he brushes against your soft bottom lip. Watching you slowly ease down onto your knees, hands still bound and he grips his spike, guiding the head to your lips as you open up for him.

[luxthestrange]

CHAT CHAT...HEAR ME OUT MY TRANSFORMERS READERS WHICH DO YOU WANNA SEE FIRST

New crackhead idea

Charlie!Y/n

Nico Robin!Y/n

Voting ended onApr 18

Like with Charlie!Y/n being the ACTUAL princess of unicron,who wants to redeem the decepticons and/Or SG autobots who commited sins against humans and fellow cybetronians,Rehabillitation and all...And Unicron is trying to show the reader living sentient beings aint shit are stupid only bring dissapointment...but you want to give them a second chance after the war!...Like your REALLY powerful but because your nice these bots think you wont punish them if they go too far...

Or...

Nico Robin Reader who is by no means unicron direct kid but gets called that given your sin was just trying to uncover the truth of the worlds...the 13 primes,quintessions,where primus is,where unicron is(Maybe this fits with TFO) But anyway-...can you imagen the horror of this human going "100 fleurs" to someone like darkwing...and ORGANICA HAND SPROUTING FROM HIS BODY...and starts slapping him silly?...for the organic xenophones which are alot of them in cyberton,it be nightmare fuel-

Unicron*Sees a random human who ate some devil fruit he created on a whim,be called his child*I guess im a sire now...

Tagging @transformers-spike what u think?

[i-starcreamed]

Okay here's a oneshot idea: Tf One Darkwing x Female Cybertronian Miner Reader. He tries to do his usual angry act with her but she thinks he's cute when he's angry. Flustered Darkwing time maybe? IDK i feel like im the only one who thinks he's kinda cute and silly lmao

DARKWING X READER

Oh my god thank you anon, you’re definitely not the only one who thinks so…I love him. He’s such a bully but I love him I think. Sorry this is short, I def have to write more for him :3 ps there's like no HD pics of him

cybertronian!reader no spoilers, fake scenario. loser flustered Darkwing

“MINER Y/N. Reports say you’ve been slacking off for the past three days again…WHY?!”

Darkwing bellowed, squaring his massive beautiful frame to tower over you. Not that he needed to—he was already bigger than any miner bot around. Way to rub it in.

This was the second time you’d been called in for a little chat with him this month, and by the way, he called you out by the full name in front of everyone else. Who does that? Despite being slightly annoyed, you had a smug smile plastered on your faceplate.

You casually leaned against the wall behind you, shrugging lazily. “Dunno. I don’t really feel like mining,” You deadpanned.

You weren’t lying, your frame has been extra sore for weeks. Honestly, a break sounded great right about now.

Darkwing let out that little, irritated growl he always did when bots got under his plating. His servos clenched in the air, digits flexing as if he was physically holding back his frustration. If he could, he looked like he could rip out his own helm. He stomped closer, jabbing a metal digit in your face.

"WHY DON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME?! GO. GET BACK TO W-"

"Hey Darkwing," You interrupted smoothly, not budging an inch as you looked up at him with a playful grin.

"You know, you're a bit cute when you're mad at me like this."

Darkwing froze mid-rant, lowering his servos. "What?" He sputtered, reeling his helm back in confusion.

That tough facade of his? CRUMBLING before your very optics.

"I'm not..IM NOT CUTE!"

His voice hitched, his fists dropping to his sides, clenched tight as he glared through his visor. Your grin only grew.

"SOMETHING IS CLEARLY WRONG WITH YOU!"

You rolled your optics.

"Yeah, yeah. Something’s definitely wrong with me if I think you are adorable. You could help me out, though. Maybe working overtime with you would fix my… problem." You slyly added, holding your servo to him.

He took a step back, grumbling under his breath. If his fists curled into themselves even tighter, he might leave an indent in his own servo.

"Stop that...uh, GET BACK TO WORK!"

"Whatever you say, boss."

[cestacruz]

To me he is perfect ourghrgrhrh gorjus

[halluvic]

Guys!! Found this really cool fic. If you like Transformers with the isekai/transmigration and found family trope, I recommend reading it!

how to save the world by adoption by madeof_ink

"So," D-16 asked. “Your kids?”

“Yeah! We’re not sparklings, Darkwing,” Orion added.

“Could’ve fooled me otherwise," he retorted, faceplates heating up. Saying that was really…embarrasing in retrospect. Done in the heat of the moment. He would’ve melted onto the floor if he was alone, not that he would let anymech know. “Now get to work!”

Or:

Someone wakes up as Darkwing, and immediately goes older-brother mode.

[robotcove]

@catatonic-consort a smokescreen for you

[devils-yui]

Darkwing/ Guard Bots Reference Photos pt. 2

We out here with electric boogaloo for my favorite cybertronian bully