Love Your Stuff! Would You Ever Consider Doing Other Earthspark Mechs Than The Ones You Have Listed Now?

Can I get a short thirst for TFP Breakdown? Ty!

Warnings: sub/bottom character + top/dom reader + cybertronian reader + face-sitting + praise + valve worshipping + Breakdown is tough as shit but gets super embarrassed in bed

A/N: I had so much fun making this because I absolutely love tfp breakdown

Also until I looked at his design again, I never realized how big his chest is it literally rivals Shockwave

"...Are you sure about this?" Breakdown squirms a bit on your chest. "Of course I am," you reply simply. "Besides, I am the one who asked you to do this." Breakdown nods. It's true, earlier that day you had asked him if he could sit on your face. It was a very random request and it definitely took him off guard. With a face flushed with energon, he agreed and you hugged him and gave him a kiss.

You grabbed his hips and smiled at him sweetly. "You mind removing this for me?" you gesture to his valve panel. "Yeah..." Breakdown agrees and let's his panel open. Breakdown shivers a bit at the feeling of cool air hit his valve and he turns his head away from you. He couldn't properly see you over his chest, but he could feel the weight of your optics on his valve. "...Are you just going to stare?" he huffs.

"Yup," you replied. Breakdown's valve was so pretty. His valve lips were a dark blue with small yellow biolights and his node was an amber color that brightened when his charge was becoming rampant. "I can't help but admire what I find beautiful you know." That has Breakdown blushing even harder. "Let's just get on with this," he grumbles. You take a moment to admire your partner's valve a bit more before lifting him up with your servos and dropping him straight onto your awaiting intake.

"Mhhh---!" Breakdown whimpers as he feels your glossa delve into his valve so soon. He moans lowly as you suck on his anterior node, creating a loud popping sound when you pull off. Your glossa continues to work itself deeper into Breakdown's walls, stimulating shallow nodes. "Unngh! Mhnn, [name]!" Breakdown is already sobbing your designation as he clamps his thighs tightly around your helm, his servos looking for something to balance on.

The feeling of his thighs slightly crushing your helm only spurs you on further, relentlessly thrusting your glossa in and out of Breakdown's valve bringing his closer to his overload. You could feel your spike thunking against your panel, but you decided to ignore it for now. Breakdown's breath comes out in short puffs of hot air, his big chest rising quickly as he shakes. His yellow optics are dimmed as his mouth hangs open, letting out needy moans and pathetic yelps as your glossa continuously strikes his nodes. You can se his charge slightly dancing around his bulky frame, telling you that he was very close to his overload.

"[Name]--- Please, O-ohh! Anghh, I'm gonna--" Breakdown moans become high-pitched as he borders on the edge of his climax. Right before he overloads, you bite down on his node. Hard.

Breakdown seizes up, his body fully tensing up before his optics roll back, letting out a noiseless keen as he overloads violently. You greedily lap up his juices as he squirts, his thighs trembling uncontrollably. Breakdown pants heavily as he attempts to recover from his overload. He finally remembers that he's still sitting on your face and quickly tries to get up, worried that you might not be able to breathe. His fluids drench your face as he lifts his trembling thighs up to get up from your face giving you a perfect view of his valve. His array was soaked with light pink lubricant, his valve lips drenched and still twitching a bit as his node brightened.

Right when Breakdown was about to get up completely, you grabbed him by the hips again and pulled him down, firmly planting him on your intake. "[n-name]! I thought we wer---Oh! Ahhh...nngh!" Breakdown's protests were futile as you swiped your glossae through the mess of lubricant on his valve. You were far from done.

protect asian lives. say it with me.

“protect asian lives”

asians worldwide are being beaten and killed. and it keeps going unnoticed. if you are being silent, fuck you.

the amount of hate crimes against asians have risen 1900%. it’s not our fucking fault we are in this pandemic. asians arent a virus or a disease. leave us the fuck alone.

now say it again.

PROTECT ASIAN LIVES

Teasing the Demon Brothers(Satan)♡

NSFW Minors dni

Warnings: DOM/TOP reader + SUB/BOTTOM character + AFAB reader but is referred to with the title of "sir" + feminization + humiliation + threat of public humiliation + pegging + use of cockcage + consensual filming + semi-public sex + aftercare

Word Count: 3019

A/n: Okay, I've finally got to time to do this! Because I couldn't choose, I'm going to do both orgasm control and overstimulation. Not only that, but you didn't specify what sex and gender you wanted the reader to be. I hope AFAB reader is fine, but if not, I can remake the fic with a few tweaks to make it gn or AMAB reader. This will be a part of my "Teasing the Demon Brothers" series, I hope you guys enjoy it

Satan♡

Satan absolutely loved the way you treated him. As lovers, the two of you were just…as in love as the two of you could be. You would sometimes hold hands as you walked down the road, share the same drink at your favorite cat cafe, having him sleep against your shoulder as you read a book, it was all wonderful. But sometimes, the two of you would do something that you wouldn’t find most couples doing..

Today, the two of you decided to visit a mall in the human world. As you walked through the mall with your boyfriend, you found him clinging onto your arm, squeezing it at times. He would sometimes tremble slightly as the two of you walked, and it would always make a little snicker come out of your mouth. People would sometimes stare at you, causing Satan to look down at the floor, but you didn’t mind it too much.

During a stop at a boba stand, the cashier gave the two of you a compliment. Motioning to you, she said, “Is that your girlfriend? If so, you two are such a cute couple.” Satan let out a tiny gasp as he clung onto you even closer. “Thank you,” you replied. “And yeah, she is my girlfriend. She doesn’t talk too much though.” The cashier let out a laugh, telling you about her own girlfriend. It was no surprise that she thought that your boyfriend was a girl.

Today, you had Satan dressed up in a cute outfit: a pale blue blouse with puffy sleeves and a red ribbon around the collar. At the end of his sleeves, his nails were painted white, decorated with cat stickers. He wore a blue plaid skirt with white ruffles underneath it. It was a bit too short on him, but you didn't get any verbal complaints for him. White, thigh length stockings decorated your boyfriend’s legs. Brown knee-high boots covered the rest of Satan's legs, the small platforms on the bottom making him a bit taller than usual. Around his neck was a white choker, a heart-shaped pendant attached to it.

You had paid extra attention to Satan’s face. You did his eyeliner for him, giving him neatly done wings and gave him more volume to his lashes. Since you wanted to be extra, you gave him pretty heart stickers to put under his eyelids, adding a little bit of sparkly blush to them. You applied a pale lip gloss color to Satan’s lips, making them perfect for kissing. Lastly, you put a longer wig with wavy twin tails on him, completing the final look.

When you look at Satan now, you can’t help but feel a sense of pride from making him look so pretty and so erotic. The makeup complimented his natural features and the frilly skirt he was wearing made you want to ravish him completely. You almost regretted taking your boyfriend out today due to the fact that you would have to wait a few hours before being able to touch him. Now, while you couldn’t touch him, you still had a good way of tormenting him.

Right before the two of you left for the mall, you had slipped a vibrator inside of Satan(you also made him cum two times). He had pleaded with you to not keep the vibrator because he knew that he would get too excited easily, so you added a cockcage to make sure that he didn’t get hard in public. It wasn’t easy putting the cockcage on him because while no one would know if he was getting hard because it would be impossible, it was still so frustrating to Satan. He wouldn’t be able to get hard, which meant not being able to cum. You only found this amusing. If you couldn’t touch him, it was only fair that he couldn’t touch himself too, no?

Throughout the trip to the mall, you would turn the vibrator on from time to time, startling poor Satan, causing him to jump or cling on to you, waiting for the vibrations to stop as his voice got too loud. Even when the two of you were talking to that friendly cashier, you had turned on the vibrator, causing him to try to stay as mute as possible so that the cashier couldn’t catch onto his predicament. Still, he let out a gasp that was too loud in your opinion, causing you to secretly glare at him, quickly turning the vibrator off.

Satan should have been relieved that you were turning the vibrator off, but he knew you better than that. As the two of you continued to explore the mall, Satan was antsy, waiting for the next time that you would turn on the vibrator. Yet you never did.

Satan should have been relieved that you were turning the vibrator off, but he knew you better than that. As the two of you continued to explore the mall, Satan was antsy, waiting for the next time that you would turn on the vibrator. But you never did.

Your last stop at the mall was a pretty store with many different varieties that you just had to stop and take a look. As the two of you were browsing the store, your boyfriend had almost forgotten that he had that vibrator inside of him or had a cage restraining his cock. Once the two of you had picked out some clothes, you led Satan to the dressing room. The women’s dressing room.

Satan was a bit nervous, forgetting that he could pass as a girl now and considering the fact that he usually doesn’t go into the women’s changing room. Nevertheless, you shoved him into the dressing room, locking the door behind you. The dressing room was a little bit over a medium size, only one stall and was made for 1-2 people to be in. Pushing one of the outfits that you chose for him and ushered him inside the stall.

A few minutes after Satan went inside the stall, you came with an idea. Coming up to the door, you knocked a few times. “Satan, are you done yet?”

“If I was, don’t you think I would be out yet,” Satan called out, an exasperated tone showing in his reply. “Besides, I’m still taking off my clothes.” You knocked on the door again. “Satan, let me in.” Your voice seemed light and cheery, but something about it made your boyfriend shiver. “What do you mean let you in? I told you, I’m still taking off my clothes.” 

“Satan, let me in.” Your voice seemed more demanding this time. Satan went silent for a few seconds, and opened the door. When you could finally see his body fully, you had to stop yourself from jumping on him right then and there. 

The first thing your eyes were drawn to was Satan's shirt. It was halfway unbuttoned, down to his navel. Where you would have seen your boyfriend’s nipples were instead covered up by a lacy, light pink bralette. Your eyes traveled lower, to his thighs. He still had his skirt on, but it was lowered a bit so that you could see his panties peeking out a bit. His boots were off, one of his stockings was pulled down to his ankle, but the other one was still fully on, making a mouth watering sight. You pulled your eyes up to see Satan’s face. He was furiously blushing as you were unabashedly checking him out.

Finally done with your inspection, you looked Satan straight in the eyes, a small smirk growing on your face. “You’ve been in there for a while, Satan,” you sneered. “Mind telling me why you’re not fully undressed?”

“...” Silence.

“Don’t tell me,” you started. “You were staring at yourself in the mirror? Were you so mesmerized by your new look?” Satan turned away from you, his blush spreading. “That’s not it…” he said in a small voice, despite the fact that you both knew it was a lie. “You don’t need to lie, dear. I guess you really enjoyed my make-over. "So,” your voice suddenly took on a serious tone. “How about you let me help you undress, hm?” Satan stayed quiet for a bit before startlingly clinging onto your arms, causing you to be taken aback a bit. “Please…” he pleaded, his lips trembling as tears gathered in his eyes. “Please touch me!”

“Slow down there, I’m not going anywhere,” you began, as your eyes darkened. “But…what if I do? Will you follow me out of here like a lost puppy?” You could see your boyfriend about to interject, but you narrowed your eyes, warning him to stay quiet. “What if…what if I let you cum here, but you’re too loud? The customers and employees will know everything that happened in here. Are you going to walk out of here and face all their judging stares?” By the time you finished speaking, Satan clung onto your arms even tighter as he imagined the scenario you were presenting. What if that happened? What if I walked out, knowing I was so loud, having everyone judge me? Just thinking about it… Just the thought of being found out caused Satan to rub his thighs together, an action not gone unnoticed by you.

“Well, Satan, let’s start! Do you want me to start taking off your shirt, or your skirt? Your choice,” you piped up, your voice taking a sharp turn and becoming cheery. “Please, Y/n, just touch me,” Satan begged, his tears about to fall as his grip on you wavered. “Okay, skirt it is then!” you ignored his pleas, shrugging off his hands from you. You pressed yourself against your boyfriend, slowly taking off his skirt. Satan whined under his breath as you went so painstakingly slow. “C’mon, faster!” he urged. You sighed. “Fine then,” you said, your tone making Satan even more nervous. “Since you clearly want to go faster, turn around for me and face the mirror. I want you to put your hands on the wall with it.” 

Satan’s eyes widened as he realized what you wanted him to do. Obediently, he turned away from you and faced the mirror, placing his hands on the wall. He was silent as he waited for your orders, but was only met by your silence as well. “Hey, Satan, can I take a picture? I really like this angle,” you said after a while. “...Fine,” Satan lowered his head in embarrassment as he heard the shutter of your phone. Of course you had to have your camera at max volume. Suddenly, he remembered how short his skirt was. “Oh, Satan, your panties are so cute from this angle,” you exclaimed. It was like you were reading what was on your boyfriend's mind. “Too bad it’s not completely visible. Still though, it’s pretty erotic considering how half of your underwear is showing right now. I knew I picked the right color! Pink really suits you.”

How can they talk about this like an everyday conversation? Satan felt so exposed under you. He could feel his body getting hotter by the second. His poor cock in its cage had began to throb long ago. Satan really couldn’t take this torture any longer. “Please Y/n…” your boyfriend called out softly. “Please touch me, I-I’ve been a good boy!” Satan was getting very desperate now. “Oh come on, Satan. It’s only been like, what, 10 minutes,” you rolled your eyes. “Besides, I haven’t only been leaving you untouched just to mess with you. I think you forgot who I am to you.” 

Oh. Of course. How could he have forgotten? “Please S-sir…I’ve been a good boy for you Sir. Will you please touch me!” Satan turned his head and was elated by the fact that you seemed satisfied. And you were. It felt so empowering to have the fourth strongest demon brother in the Devildom at your mercy, crying for your touch. “Well, Satan, since you asked so nicely, of course!” you said, getting closer until you were right behind him. You lifted up his skirt completely and pulled his panties to the side, revealing the purple plug nested inside of him.

“...Aren’t you going to take the underwear off?” Satan asked nervously. “Nah,” you replied casually. “I’m gonna keep it right here,” you pushed on the plug without warning, eliciting a sharp gasp from your boyfriend. You had been nice enough this whole time to not turn on the vibrating plug, but you decided that now was the time. Reaching for the remote in your pocket, you set the vibrator to a low setting. “Ah—” Satan cut himself off by slapping his hand over his mouth. Despite the vibrator being at a low setting, your boyfriend still had to muffle his moans, and boy, was that pathetic to you.

“Come on Satan, I haven’t even gotten to the higher settings and you’re already moaning. This is just sad to see.” Satan whined, muffled by his hand. “Actually, move your hand away, dear. I want to hear the sounds that you make.” Satan hesitated at first, then reluctantly removed his hand from. “Good boy,” you raised the vibrator’s level to the highest setting without any warning. “O-Oh! Y/n—S-Sir, please–MnngGHH!” Satan couldn’t hold back his filthy cries any longer. Oh how he wished you would take that cage off him. He wanted to cum so badly, but the cage wouldn’t allow him. It was driving him crazy!

“Hahh, Sir! Pl–AnngGH! Ngh! Please, the c-cage,” Satan begged, his moans disrupting the flow of his sentence. “You want the cage off,” you taunted, waving the key to the cage in his face. He nodded desperately. “Fine then, but you need to cum a different way then.” You unlocked the cage on your boyfriend’s cock, causing him to sigh in relief. Before he could cum, you grabbed the base of his cock, ruining his orgasm. “...Huh? B-but why Sir?” Satan sobbed. All that torturous pleasure and he wasn’t even able to cum in the end. “Relax, Satan,” you rolled your eyes. You took a cockring out of your bag and slipped it on his still hard dick. “You can still cum, even with a ring on, but it’ll be a bit difficult–” you paused in the middle of your sentence to get something else out of your bag. You were taking a while, so Satan looked behind him. He was greeted with the image of you wearing a 9-inch(at least he thinks so) dildo harnessed to your waist. You had a small bottle of lube in your hand and you were already opening it.

“Today is your lucky day, Satan,” you claimed. “You’ll have to wait even longer to cum now,” you had a sadistic look in your eyes. “I’m not luck—Unghh!” You cut Satan off by plunging your lube coated fingers inside of him. Your fingers scissored his insides, loosening him up for your strap. “Hahh, S-sir, hur—Annhhgg, hurry up please!” Satan pleaded. You had been purposefully slow and avoiding his prostate—it was torturing him! “Sir! I’m ready for you to–Oh! To fuck me!” You finally decided to take a little bit of mercy on your poor boyfriend and take your fingers out of his ass. “Well, I hope you’re ready, Satan,” you said as you placed the tip of your strap at his entrance. You began slowly pushing into him, causing Satan to whimper as he tried to grasp at anything to steady himself. All nine inches of the dildo was finally inside of him and it was driving him mad. “Gghhhgh…S-Sir…I can feel it—mnghh… inside me. It’s f-filling me up~” Satan mumbled half to himself, a delirious smile on his face.

Unable to restrain yourself, you began to roughly thrust your strap into your boyfriend, causing him to let out loud, unrestrained moans. “Shut up,” you hissed. “You don’t want others to hear us, do you?” you wrapped your hands around Satan’s throat, startling him and causing him to choke as you picked your pace. “GgHHKK—S-si-UunnGHHhh!” Satan’s eyes rolled back into his head as he tried his best to collect his thoughts while you continued with your harsh pace. He would have cum already, if it hadn’t been for that ring on his cock! “Come on, Satan, cum,” you taunted as if reading his thoughts. “You can cum with the ring on with the right kind of stimulation!” you tightened your grip on his throat as you began to bite the outer shell of Satan’s ear.

He couldn't stand it. Even though your hands had already left his throat, they had sneaked under his bralette and were now busy playing with his nipples, pulling on them until they become red. Satan keeps whining that it’s too much and that it won’t be possible for him to. Yet you keep on pushing him to do it! As you continue to thrust into him, he feels the climbing feeling of his orgasm coming back again. He could feel it multiple times when you were touching him, but it felt different this time. Like he would actually have a proper orgasm. “W-wait…sh-shlow–MMmnnGHhKK! H-hahh, Sir~! Feeshls like m’ gonna…” your poor boyfriend slurred as he tried to voice his thoughts, being interrupted by his own moans. “I said you could have an orgasm,” you said in a triumphant voice. Then you grabbed Satan by the face and leaned close into his ear.

“Cum for me, Satan. I know you can. do it”

That’s all he needed to cum. Satan let out a long wail as he shook violently, his long-awaited orgasm washing over him. Finally, he stopped moving and you set him down on the bench and began to admire your work. Satan’s makeup was ruined, his mascara and eyeliner running, lipgloss smudged, but it made him look even more appetizing. His clothes were still partially on but were a bit wrinkled and frazzled. Once you finished looking over your boyfriend’s wrecked body, you turned to get some wipes and water for him. Satan was still conscious, but barely. As you ran the wipes all over his body, you kissed him all over, whispering sweet praise whether he was listening or not. He seemed to have heard based on the way that he was slightly humming. Once you were done, you gave him some greatly needed water and kissed on the top of his head while he nuzzled your touch.

“Good job, Satan. Now don’t be surprised if we get kicked out of the mall though."

Hello! This is that anon who requested the Bee fic- I am new here and I absolutely love the way you wrote Bumblebee! It’s hard to find authors who will write for sounding, I’m glad that you do! Also, thank yoouu for writing, there’s hardly anything spicy enough for TFP Bee-boy. ❤️

No problem<33 And you're right, I rarely ever see fics with sounding in it it's such a rare kink to find :(

GUYS MY REQUESTS AND THIRSTS ARE OPEN PLEASE WRITE TO ME I NEED INSPO

TF NSFW Headcanons #3 - Ratchet

Warnings: sub/bottom Ratchet + oral fixation + praise + dumbification + face sitting + body worship kink + manhandling + Ratchet is literally my wife + the love of my life right here<33

A/N: ratchet's design when he came back from saving his boyfriend>>>

-> Frame Ratchet has a frame that attracted all sorts of mechs during his academy days. He's a boxy frame, a bit short but none the less attractive. He has a wide and heavy chassis and a wide midsection. His hips are wide and load-bearing, with thick powerful thighs to support them. I know I was praising Optimus' thighs in the last one but 100% Ratchet beats him in that department. He has a warmer frame than most mechs. Ratchet's berth partners love to push their helms onto his chassis, his midsection, his warm embrace, or his big thighs. They nuzzle into his frame while listening to his half-hearted grumbles, admiring the flush on the medic's face.

Ratchet's array seems to be average at first sight but don't let looks deceive you. Most of his berth partners get fooled by his standard valve, dark, plump lips with a pretty red node. But the moment someone slips their spike into Ratchet's valve, they had better prepared themselves or they might overload on the spot. Ratchet's valve clamps down like a vice once his partner bottoms out. His extra warm frame makes his valve run hot like lava, but it's only so much more pleasurable for the one spiking his. His greedy valve sucks in his partner's spike, unwilling to let go. While Ratchet moans lowly, his partner will be biting their own glossa trying to control themselves and to not start bucking into him like a wild mechanimal.

-> Oral Fixation Ratchet likes to suck things. Like, a lot. Something that will always get him in the mood is his partner rubbing a digit against his lip, and pushing into his intake slowly, slowly adding more as they watch Ratchet drool all over them. His optics glaze over, a fuzzy feeling filling up his processor. He's easily brought into a deep subspace as he noisily sucks on his partner's digits. The charming wrinkles on his faceplate soften as his body fully relaxes and leaves himself in his partner's care. While his glossa sloppily swirls around his partner's digits, his panel had since been retracted and his neglected valve is dripping wet. He's too far gone to even give his soaking pussy any attention.

-> Praise/Body Worship Ratchet would rather die than admit it, but he absolutely loves being praised and showered with affection. He may act annoyed when his partner sits him in their lap and begins caressing his body, but he can never keep up the act. Ratchet can't help but whimper as his partner's servos roam his chassis while the intake his on his throat cables leaving small dents on them, all the while they're murmuring sweet nothings into his audials. It's almost therapeutic for Ratchet. It just makes him feel so loved to have his partner run their servos all over his frame, dipping their digits into seams and pulling on bundles of wire that has his thighs trembling. Ratchet lets out small whines as his partner leaves sloppy kisses along his jaw, only for his noises to be swallowed up when his partner closes the distance between their faceplates. He just can't help but hope for the moment to never end.

-> Face-sitting With enough pestering, Ratchet will grant his partner's wish for him to sit on their face. He grumbles about how he's too old for this and how he's too heavy until his partner grabs him by the hips and pulls him to their intake. Ratchet whimpers as his valve is thoroughly eaten out, the mech underneath him lapping up all his juices. Ratchet's big thighs instinctively clamp down on his partner's helm, an embarrassing yelp leaving him. Yeah, maybe he slightly crushed the helm of the mech under him, but his partners know the risks. Anything is worth it to get a taste of Ratchet's valve. His partner will thrust their glossa into Ratchet's quivering hole and Ratchet will only be able to moan as his pussy is being ravaged, unable to tear himself away from the onslaught of pleasure he's receiving. He'll grind his hips into the intake he's riding, until he feels that familiar heat in his lower regions bloom. Even when Ratchet overloads with a loud cry, his partners stay glued to his pussy, lapping up all the juices from his valve. He'll protest weakly but will end up finding himself rocking his hips again, hoping to get another overload from the skilled glossa under him.

-> Dumbification This poor mech is so stressed out. During the war, he had to treat hundreds of thousands of mechs with gruesome injuries, and even after everything is "over", he just can't catch a break!. It's why one of Ratchet's favorite things for his partner to do is to fuck him dumb. It doesn't matter how his partner does it, with a false spike, a vibrator, he doesn't care. He just wants to be pounded so hard and deep, grinding on the ceiling of his valve and watching a slight bulge form, manhandling him into all sorts of positions and keep fucking him so stupid that he can't even create a coherent thought, let alone speak out loud. All that's filling Ratchet's processor is lust as he feels that wonderful spike just keeps slamming into his wrecked pussy until they overload in him once again, the transfluid in his hole barely having enough space to stay inside of him causing some of it to dribble out. He's slurring his words, making 0% sense as he's fucked silly. If you were to ask him what his own name was he wouldn't even begin to thin of an answer. All Ratchet can manage to think of with that fucked stupid processor of his is that he won't be walking for some time after that.

i wish we could have posts on this site that discuss the issues trans men face without transandrophobia truthers being like “but you guys are too busy caring about trans women to care 🙄”

TF Titty Headcanons Pt. 1

❏* — warnings — sub/bottom characters(autobots) + dom/top reader + robo titties(duh) + nipple piercings + lactation + breastfeeding kink + rough sex + degradation + praise + breeding kink + heat cycles + i love giving them sappy nicknames + prowl needs his own warning

❏* — a/n — if I have to be plagued with horny thoughts then you guys will suffer too

also, I'm willing to take more requests on which characters(especially decepticons) I should do for part 2 ^-^

➾ AUTOBOTS

✦ Optimus - As the leader of the autobots and one of the last living Primes, it shouldn't come as any surprise that Optimus is well-endowed. His tits are large and bouncy— they defy gravity in every sexy way possible. The Prime's chest is a white-ish color, plush and pillowy, a perfect to touch and perfect to cuddle.

Before becoming a Prime, his boobs were already big but now, they produce mineral-rich energon. He sometimes finds himself upgrading his chassis armor because his tits often press up on his windshields, sometimes popping his chassis armor. On rare occasions, he might even be lactating— It's very distracting, and he always gives embarrassed yet wholehearted apologies whenever his fellow autobots are met(blessed) with the sight. It might even happen that one of the decepticons he meets on the battlefield start tripping over themselves as they gawk at his chest.

Optimus lets out low, silky moans whenever his tits are fondled, his audials twitching with sensitivity. He's very open about his tits. He has no problem with his berth partners wanting to grope them, even suckle on them. If his partner wanted to, he would absolutely let them lay him out on his spinal strut just to fondle and suck on his nozzles, drawing out any energon they can find. It's a bit embarrassing for Optimus to admit, but it's not too hard for him to overload just from having his refineries played with. All Optimus needs is the feeling of having servos grabbing his plush chest and constantly rubbing his nozzles, maybe even his partner clamping their dentae down hard on his nozzle for him to let out undignified sounds and squirting all over himself.

As much as Optimus enjoys having warm servos massage his tits with care, his moans go up a pitch when his tits are bruised and left with marks from sharp dentae. Whether his partner apologizes for their rough treatment or not, they definitely knew that the Prime got a little wetter from it.

✦ Ratchet - Ratchet has huge tits and I will die on that hill. No doubt about it. Ratty's tits are a dark gray, matching his faceplate. They're big and hefty, hard for a mech of even his size to cup them fully into their hands. While he would rather die than admit it, he definitely loves to have his tits played with.

As a medic, Ratty's boobs produce much more energon than your regular cybertronian, which causes him to need to milk them often. Whenever he starts producing extra energon, it's always a pain to deal with because it leaves his poor tits swollen, nearly pressing up against his windshield, and so sensitive when he ends up leaking energon. It's so hard for him to milk his tits on his own so whenever he's at his most frustrated and sensitive state, he has to begrudgingly go to another trusted mech for help. Even though he insists on it being strictly professional, his cute whimpers and the dark blush on his face always betrays his neediness.

During the war, Ratty was definitely known for not only being the best medic Cybertron has seen, but the medic with tits that make the sweetest tasting energon. Whenever he's treating his patients, almost all of them ask if he could provide some energon for them with his generous breasts. Even though they try their best to be subtle about it(except for the most shameless mechs), Ratchet always knows their reasons, but he'll still provide it anyway because it's in his nature to help others. He just has to make sure not to get release his panel and reveal his already drooling valve during the feeding, which is going to be really tough for him.

✦ Drift/Deadlock - Drift's tits aren't the biggest but not the smallest(definitely bigger than Rodimus' though) , but there's still nothing about them that you can't not love. His protoform there is a darker color just like his faceplate, and sometimes flushes a cute pinkish color. Drifty has very sensitive tits and will let out a little squeal if they're groped too roughly. He's not too keen on showing his chest to anybot, especially when he still went by Deadlock, due to his more private nature. But when he has a partner to show them off, they are one lucky mech.

Whenever someone is mindful with how they treat Drifty's tits, massaging them softly, rubbing their digits over his nozzles with practiced care, he absolutely melts in pleasure. He lets out small eeks of pleasure while his finials twitch in response to the stimulation, his frame shivering like a turbo-rabbit . His whines and slight pouts are so attractive whenever his tits are played with. Drifty tries so hard to seem like he's unaffected but it's so hard for him to do when both his faceplate and his tits are both flushed pink with energon.

When he was known as Deadlock, even in bed, he would be known for being feisty and a little too eager to bite. But the moment servos are on his tits and slowly groping them, he gives up all resistance and tries his best to stop the little moans threatening to come out from his vocalizer. He'll still have a look that screams "make fun of me about this and the last thing you'll see will be my gun" but it'll be softened by his half-shuttered optics and and his breathy whines tumbling from his intake.

✦ Rodimus - definitely has small tits. And he is proud of them!!! He loves to show off his tits to his partners in berth and has possibly opened up his chestplate to show them off to any crewmates that flatter him enough more than once, maybe even let them cop a feel. His boobs are a white color similar to his faceplate. He has very perky nozzles and he will whimper when they're tugged on. Even though his tits are smaller than the average cybertronian's, they're still just so adorable, especially with the way his nozzles slightly flush blue when he's aroused.

Roddy knows that people are into his tits and he uses it to his advantage. Whenever Magnus is boring him to death with reports on ship maintenance or whatever, he shoves the datapad or anything that Magnus is holding in his servos, brings the huge mech's helm down to his level, and pushes his tits into Magnus' face with a cute little "ta-da!". There isn't much to push into the big mech's face but nonetheless, it's effective. He would giggle a bit and ask Mags if he liked his tits and Rodimus is left with a short-circuiting Ultra Magnus to explain to everyone. He's tried that move on Megatron too, but it's sadly not as effective on him, though the ex-warlord definitely does enjoy the view.

✦ Prowl - This praxian definitely has huge tits-- that's what his bumper is for. Now his bumper is great and Prowl definitely carries it with pride, but his titties are the real star of the show. His protoform are a dark gray compared to his faceplate. Unlike most mechs, Prowler has custom nozzle piercings: a pair of gold piercings(they cost him a mean amount of credits) and a pair of silver hoops. He switches between pairs each day. They're so big that he sometimes has a bit of trouble transforming his bumper over them. He loves to tug on them while he fingers himself silly because the pain is so delicious that even a few tugs can get his pathetic spike overloading and his messy valve squirting.

While Prowler berths very few partners, he loves to get his tits fucked by a spike big enough to reach past his cleavage and into his open mouth. Whenever his partner tugs on his nozzle piercings while fucking his tits and hisses out some degrading words, Prowl's vocalizer lets out a whoreish squeal-- he probably overloaded right then and there. Prowl for sure loves his titties. He may not be on Starscream's level of narcissism(no one can reach his level), but he sometimes like to check himself out in a mirror or camera to admire his busty chest, groping himself and gently tugging on his piercings as he begins to pant and his fans click on. It's at times like this that he often dreams about being subjected to obscenely kinky scenarios: his tits being bitten down on harshly as he's forced to continue riding his partner's monstrous length, his partner hooking up pumps to his nozzles to activate his energon lactation and leave him hooked up with multiple vibrators stuffed up his valve and aft and left overloading silly for hours, or being left in a dirty alley during his heat cycle, all his panels open while he drips energon from his tits and his pussy leaks lubricant all over the ground as he's left in a spike-hungry state, just about willing to let anyone fuck him as long as they'll ruin his pussy and fill his gestation tank with transfluid.

Late-Night Distractions

Warnings: TOP/DOM reader + SUB/BOTTOM character + amab reader(no pronouns) + cockstepping + face-fucking + slutty bj + cockwarming + rough oral sex + heavy degradation + Pantalone being a whore as always + it is what it is + Pantalone is really vocal here + him and his masochistic tendencies + he's also a bit of an exhibitionist + slight exhibitionism kink

Word Count: 1688

A/N: honestly this just came from the pure filth in my little asexual brain

Also, yay second fic since my hiatus!!

This time it wasn't your fault! At least, with Pantalone around, these kinds of things were usually his fault. All you were trying to do was get some extra work done. You had made the mistake of offering your coworker help with their work just to be polite and now you were somehow stuck with an extra workload. And you had to finish it. After berating yourself, you just wanted to finish your work and relax when Pantalone came slinking into your room.

"Hello, [name]," Pantalone greeted you with a smooth voice. "Come on, you don't have to talk to me so formally right now, there's no one else around," you sighed exasperatedly. Despite the two of you being lovers, Pantalone and you had to be formal with each other around others as to be discreet about your relationships. While it wasn't the most ideal, you just have to make do with what you have.

Pantalone closed the door behind him(oddly enough, he didn't lock it) and slinked his way over to your desk. You acknowledged his presence but you continued with your work. That just wasn't going to work for Pantalone. "Well, [name]. I see that you're quite stressed out here. Do you require any assistance?" Pantalone inquired with a slight(cute) tilt of the head.

"Well, if you're gonna start reading these papers for me or get me a bit more tea, then yeah I guess you could help." Pantalone smirked as he got closer to you, resting his hand on your shoulder and leaning down to speak in your ear. "Actually, dear. I was thinking of a more...pleasurable means of assistance." Pantalone added a deliberate pause to make his offer sound more enticing and dammit it was working! You could feel his breath tickling your ear as you let his silky voice wash over you. You didn't like to be thought of as easy, but this was an offer that was very tempting. Actually, an offer that you definitely weren't going to pass on. But hey, he didn't have to know for now.

"You know I'm working here, Pantalone. I can't jut have you interrupting me whenever you like," you said, leaning back in your chair.

"Yes, but you can't lie when I say that I'm also interrupting because you want me to." There it was. That knowing smirk Pantalone had on his face when he knew he was correct. Of course he was correct. "You know what, yeah, I was hoping you'd show," you admitted dryly. "But now that you're here, what do you plan to do?"

"As I said, before, I think that it would be in both of our best interests if the distraction I provide is pleasurable for the both of us. Release some tension." At this point, Pantalone was basically draped on your back, tracing patterns into your back. You shivered. Shit. He knew what his professional-but-sultry voice did to you and he sure as hell used it to his advantage.

"Fine," you finally gave in, growing impatient. "Show me what you think is going to be so pleasurable for the both of us," Humming to himself, Pantalone lifted himself from your back and pulled your chair back a bit. More elegantly than you thought possible, Pantalone made his way in front of you and sank down to his knees, positioning himself between your legs.

He looked up at you, a soft, yet teasing smile on his face. You knew that later on he would be looking up at you in a much lewder way. Pantalone scoots his way up even closer to you, resting his face on your thigh.

"[name]...I've been waiting for this all day...hhmmmnn..." Pantalone shivered as he began to nuzzle your crotch. His breath hitched, his body beginning to shiver as a beautiful pink began to bloom on his feature. He begins to mouth at the clothing covering your crotch, his breathing becoming more laboured. "Hahhmmm...[name], p-please..."

"Use your words, Pantalone," If you were to swear that you weren't turned on by his desperate display, God would come and strike you down himself. This was exactly how he should be. The calm and serene Pantalone you know? The one that came into your office like it was his own? That Pantalone in gone now. Only a slut that's desperate for dick, your dick.

"Please, [name]...let me suck you off...nnhhmmm..." Pantalone continued to mouth at your bulge after begging so pathetically. Pantalone's whole face was turning into a red flush as his eyebrows scrunched up and his lashes fluttered so prettily. Gently, you grabbed his chin and lifted his head to face you. That would be the last kind act of the night.

Suddenly, your hand moved from his chin to his hair, roughly yanking on it. "Hahhh...I love seeing you like this, you know," you began, your voice hoarse. "Just on your knees, desperate to suck me off like some cheap whore. That's what you are, aren't you? Just another hole for me to use."

"Yes! Yes, I-I'm just another hole for you to use!" Pantalone cried out as your grip in his hair became tighter. "Then how about--" you fumbled with your zipper and unzipped it as quickly as you could, letting your dick out. "You prove to me how slutty you are." You finally let go of Pantalone's hair after a few seconds of him eyeing your cock like sucking it would be that last thing he ever did. He hungrily pounced on your cock, grabbing the base of it with his hand, his tongue dragging up it.

His tongue swirled around the tip, his pink lips giving your head little kisses. He maintained eye contact with you, his eyes fluttering, seducing you intentionally and unintentionally if it were possible. As he suckled on your tip, letting out soft moans and sighs, indicating how much pleasure and satisfaction he got from this. He gave you a little nip with his teeth and that was your breaking point. Yeah, this felt good, but you needed Pantalone to be choking on your dick right now.

"How long are you planning to tease me for," you said annoyed, rudely shoving Pantalone's head down your length. "MhhMMH??" Pantalone was very vocal about the sudden intrusion in his throat, his first instinct to come up for air but you wouldn't let him "Don't even try. I've seen whores in the streets less willing to suck dick than you. Just take it like the good little bitch you are." Venom dripped from your voice, strained from the wet heat around your length.

"Nhnnnn...mhhnnnn," Pantalone's whimpers were muffled around your dick, bathing in the degradation you showered him in. For Pantalone, it was such a euphoric and surreal experience to be talked down to. Pantalone, the wealthiest of all the Harbringers, loved being treated like a 5 cent whore in the streets. Maybe even worse than that.

Pantalone began to bob and suck on your dick, savoring it the best he could, leaving sloppy trails of saliva as he went. It almost went unnoticed by you, but you caught a glimpse of Pantalone's hand sneaking down between his legs...

"Oh no you don't," you kicked Pantalone's hand away from his crotch, drawing a pained whine from him. "I'm going to be nice and let you pleasure yourself, but..." you pushed your shoe in between his legs. "If you're really so desperate, than you know what to do." A devious smirk formed on your face.

"Y-yes! Nnhhnnnn, thank you, thank you, thank you, hahhhh--" Pantalone panted and looked up at you adoringly, a dumb grin on his face as he rutted his clothed cock against your shoe. "Hey, now, don't forget what you're here for," you chastised him, shoving your cock into his wet mouth.

"HhmmmMM! Nghhmm, mmhnnn~" Pantalone moaned and greedily sucked on your dick as he continued to rut against your foot. While Pantalone's mouth did feel incredibly good around you, though it would be even more so if he wasn't so focused on chasing his own pleasure.

"A slut that can't even focus on pleasuring others? What's th-- the point if you can't even focus on me?" You stutter as Pantalone's tooth grazes a vein.

Poor Pantalone can't even understand what you're saying, too focused on choking on your thick length and moaning like a pornstar. Despite that, you keep fucking his mouth your thrusts getting shallower as you approach orgasm. At one point you notice that Pantalone had already came in his pants as was now just trembling in overstimulation, still allowing you to use his mouth like your personal fleshlight.

Any other situation and you would've stopped what you were doing and come up with a good way to punish Pantalone for his behavior, but you were so caught up in the feeling of his tight throat that you couldn't care less at that time.

"Nghhh...t-take it all, and don't let it go to waste...!" You grunt and bury yourself deep into Pantalone's mouth as your cum shoots down his throat. Pantalone jerks one last time before he goes limp, his eyes glazed over. You let your dick go limp in his mouth, savoring the heat before you finally pull out.

You sighed and pulled out some tissues from your drawer. "Hahhh...damn that was good. And Pantalone, next time you---" you looked at Pantalone and trailed off. Pantalone's face was still glowing pink, his eyes drooping with a starry look in his eyes. His glasses were crooked and his lip was trembling as he pants heavily. Yeah he was in no state to even begin to comprehend what you were saying.

You tucked yourself back into your pants after cleaning up, and pulled Pantalone up into your lap, him facing you. Pantalone snuggles into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around you. You weren't sure how long he was going to stay like this, but watching him lightly doze on your shoulder was enough to distract you from any wandering thoughts.

hello- so sorry, could you explain what thirsts are + give an example?

So basically, a thirst is a kinda short random writing about a character. It involves smut but is not as developed as a fic. Usually, my thirst will have no titles on them and that's how you can tell that I'm writing a thirst

A thirst would be something like https://www.tumblr.com/onlyyvette/682726560431816704/warnings-cow-hybrids-lactation-is-it-just-me?source=share

I hope that helped<3