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tinydefector · 1 day
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hello, can you do, Yandere Cyclonus x Cybertronian reader x Yandere Tailgate, where the three are conjux endura, and Cyclonus and Tailgate try to get the reader pregnant, Kink breeding
Sparking grounds
Cyclonus x Cybertronian reader x Tailgate
Work count: 1.2k
Warnings: smut, hand jobs, breeding kink, possessive partners
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Soft optics linger on both Tailgate and Cyclonus as the Two Bots block the door. "Hello, sweetsparks, what are you both up to?" They ask while subtly while trying to sneak past them. Red optics narrowed dangerously upon their form. Cyclonus growled low as Tailgate paced the threshold of the room, his own optics lingering on their Conjunx. 
When they try to make a bolt for the door, Cyclonus is the one to grab them by the waist lifting and spinning them to face Tailgate "Escaping our chambers after repeated warnings was poor judgement, Conjunx." Cyclonus grumbles against the back of their helm. He massagea the cabling and joints between their  plating with gentle digits. "You know you shouldn't be up yet," he whispers.
 Tailgate chirped in agreement, servos moving to grip their hip plating as he pressed up against them, pinning the bot between the Seeker and Minibot. "We only you at your best, sweetspark! Your well-being is very important. Carrying will tax your frame, so you must rest. " His visor brightened beseechingly above his faceplate. 
Both bots' servos greedily press against their carrier chamber, pushing and pulling against the framework of their body, earning small whines from them. Cyclonus loomed over their pliant form, scarlet optics afire. "You will return to berth now," he commanded, field surrounding them. Tailgate twittered anxiously as he massaged their frame. "Please, sweetspark. We can have you straining yourself." His field meshed protectively with Cyclonus."The Decepticon rumbled in approval, brushing kisses upon their supple lip plating as he tilted their helm back to meet him. "We can't have you wandering while we wait for your chamber to take." He purrs against their lips. 
They nearly moan out as Tailgate begins grinding against their interface panel. "Boys, as much as I'd love to stay in berth all day, I need to fuel, I also need to stretch, i cant stay in berth all day for days on end" they whine while pressing a soft kiss to Tailgate's helm. They nearly squeal when Cyclonus grabs them. A whine leaves them as Cyclonus nips at their neck cabling. The two mech move to place their Conjunx on the berth. They giggle as the two bots press against their body. A soft moan leaves their lips as Cyclonus and Tailgate lock them between theirs bodies. 
Interface panel snapping open for the two mechs leaking a mix of lubricant and a mix of transfluid from all three. Tailgate's digits delve in quickly running over the nodes of their valve and across their leaking spike. They arch into his touch as moans begin to fall from their lips. A deep Rumble leaves Cyclonus, low in approval, he nipped fierce affection upon supple cabling under plating, grinding his own interface panel against their form. His protocols shrieked triumph as they lay in submission between them. Tailgate nuzzling sweet nothings against feverish armour as his digits sink into the dripping heat of their valve.
 "There there, no more fretful wandering, sweetspark, let us fill you full again," he soothed, tracing delicate seams in soft promise of another session of breeding. Cyclonus rolled his prominent array flush to pulsing panels, talons holding them steady. "We shall fuel and exercise your frame together, as is proper as your Conjunx's," he vowed, thick cable pressurizing to blunt heat against weeping seals. Tailgate hums in agreement, spike surging thick readiness at the addictive scents of his aroused partners.
Cries leave them as bot mechs press their rigid lengths in. Tailgate kissed away the choked cries as the two thrust in slowly, locking their forms together. He peppers kisses across their form, worshipping every paint speck, dint and scratch across their frame. "Will make such a good carrier for us," he calls out. Deep whines leave them as they both sink into their valve, body clenching tightly around their spikes. Their own spike rubs against Tailgate's tanks with each deep thrust from their lover's. Their head leans back into Cyclonus' shoulder plating.
 A shuddering cry spilled from overwhelmed lips from the bot pinned helplessly between Tailgate and Cyclonus' relentless efforts. Cyclonus snarled fierce approval into heaving necklines, increasing merciless tempo, grinding deeply into their valve. His taloned hands massaged rapid nodes of their spike, smeering transfluid across Tailgate's midsection, twisting and tugging against their spike as Tailgate's digits work the nodes of thier valve, dancing across them and playing them like he is the only one who knows how to make them sing.Their twitching spikehead spurts bright pink fluid against clenched abdominal cables in sensual counterpoint swelling rapture beyond bearing. Their valve clenching desperately tried to milk them both for every drop as they rut into them.
"Overload for us, sweet carrier," Cyclonus commanded against kiss-bruised lips, surging rigid pistons to nestle against hidden nodes, their vision fading from pleasure as their visual system shuts down. Tailgate keened agreement, frame cantering needfully into them. "Our carrier, going to swell you with our sparkling, our  Conjunx," he moans out against their lipsWhen shattering ecstasy claimed them with sinful sob, the two mech drank in their shuttering form with violent greed, both picking up their pace, slamming into the bot pinned between them. More moans and whines fall from their lips as they arch into their lovers' touch. They cup Tailgate's helm kissing him deeply. They groan loudly as they grind back into Cyclonus. "Primus, please," they whine out loudly as the two mech continue rutting into them. " Cyclonus,  Tailgate, please." they cry out, face pressing into Tailgate's shoulder, their overload hits hard. 
Transfluid gushes from them as they continue to buck against both seeker and minibot. Cyclonus lets out a snarl as he snaps his hips a few more times before burning himself to the hilt. He eagerly overloads within them, painting their chamber with his release. Tailgate follows quickly, mumbling about how beautiful of a carrier their sweet Conjunx will be. The three bots lay together on the berth, venting heavily as they press closer together. Neither Cyclonus nor Tailgate pull away, keeping their lover plugged and full with their transfluid. "Don't move," Cyclonus growled against their audial processor.
Little whines leave them, but they settle against him as Tailgate peppers kisses across their face. "So good for us, Sweetspark, going to have you sparked soon enough" he coos. "You two aren't planning on letting out of berth, are you?" They whine loudly in playful annoyance. It earns another growl from Cyclonus and a small smack to their backside from Tailgate. "No moving, we have to make sure you're nice and full," he states. They sigh softly but snuggle into their Conjunx's recharge, slowly catching up to them after their third round of interfacing that cycle.
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purgatorys-parade · 2 months
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hey guys 😁!!!!
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rodimushusband69 · 6 months
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hes so silly
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spiritlion · 2 months
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Canon
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graveyard-cowboy · 6 months
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You summon us once/You summon us twice/You gamble it all on the roll of a dice/The devil has won/It can't be undone/The book has all but closed on your life (The Summoning - Nerdy Prudes Must Die!)
What if Magnus Archives Transformers (this AU applies to me and like maybe three other people)? I’m gonna do more at some point when I’ve got time :3
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Im staying on brand.. (The roller skates are real i promise)
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driftsart · 2 months
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This isn't au related but I just wanted to post this thing I did all the way back in September 2023 ;)
Just a little redraw of one of my favorite bots :D
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acatpiestuff · 1 year
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i suppose its only fair that I should remake this today
1st one  |  2nd one
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snailythefan · 9 months
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you guys will never guess what I recently got into
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nameless-headless · 11 months
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Having difficulty accessing tumblr atm. I’ll be properly back in a week or so but meanwhile enjoy this why don’t you
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spophiearts · 1 year
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Lil guy's havin a rough go of it
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giantenemyrobot · 5 months
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Og under cut, it made me think of them (everything does, I'm delusional)
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leefyberrybread · 6 months
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Another late halloweenge thingyyy
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rawmeknockout · 6 months
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Can I get tailgate having an absolute blast topping a very exited human while an emotionally confused but still horny cyclonus watches
Tailgate was more than pleased with your enthusiastic agreement; his engine had revved so loudly that Swerve looked over from his post behind the bar while mumbling with Ratchet. You had never thought the two to be such gossipy friends. It would be a lie to say you weren’t giddy to finally scratch the itch of curiosity. Too many of your nights have been spent pondering the frames of your closest friends, despite the icky invasive feeling it gave you. Although, starting with Tailgate might have been a mistake.
While you had first thought Tailgate to be more of an excitable kid at spark, you now think it’s fair to call him a shithead deviant instead. He’s all too comfortable leering at you from above, his frame so much bigger than you thought it would be, while his servos hold you fast by the waist as he opens you up on his chubby spike. Unlike your crew-mates, you don’t make it a habit to get up close and touchy with mechs. Being so close to the minibot really puts into perspective just how small you are, how easily he could crush you. His chassis is bulky and broad under your hands, fingers spread apart and still unable to cover the large expanse of armor. A gasp rattles your chest at the metal of his hips meeting your thighs.
You can at least be proud that you know exactly how smug Tailgate looks, despite his unconventional face structure. The bright blue light, blending and wavering into near whiteness from how charged up he is, forces you to look away; more from modesty than from the light itself. But then you’re met with the sight of Cyclonus watching you; red optics dark by contrast, watching with unwavering interest. His gaze is drawn to the point where you and Tailgate meet, his spike filling you completely. Tailgate thrusts into you with cautious slowness, happy to fuck you at a snail’s pace just to be close to you. You have to wonder if he’s is always this much of a bully to his conjunx, happy to demand Cyclonus kneel beside the bed and simply watch.
No touching himself or you.
It makes your heart and body ache for him. He’s always been nothing but polite and steadfast, loyal and assuring even when you thought he was terrifying. You have a hard time holding his gaze, squirming from the attention of both mechs on you. Tailgate presses his mouth guard to your neck, a pitchy, staticky giggle leaving his vocalizer. The sound of his demented little laughter instantly pulls a laugh from you, too. Partly nervous, partly genuine from the absurdity of Tailgate.
Your light laughter is broken up by the sound of Cyclonus’ powerful engine, a servo covering the furious flush on his grim faceplate. Oh, you see why Taikgate bullies him so.
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poope123098 · 7 days
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redrew tailgate XD
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