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but you can see the full thing...over here

skull anon has bestowed upon me cursed horse breeding knowledge for the centaur AU. I am both mystified and disturbed by the existence of semen bags

they used to make smackable technology. you used to be able to hit your tv when it didn't work good.

It just shifted to spanking your puppy’s ass, to make them take that thick knot. Like the good little play thing they are.

i don't really think it's like that at all

Priest Kink less in the way of wanting to be dominated by a religious figure and more in the way that i drive a holy man to sin at my command and if he dares to try to repent i remind him in whatever way i see fit that he doesn't belong to god anymore.

The thought of a world with just one ‘species’ is just immensely compelling to me. I like to think transformers come to earth and are baffled by the concept of different species. They’re like ok so you engage in cannibalism here? What do you mean it’s not cannibalism? Well yes it looks different from you but cybertronians can be four legged and bestial and still be cybertronians. I have a friend who resembles one of your cats. You can’t communicate with them? Like at all? Wow. Isn’t that frightening? How do you live with an unknown and unreachable lifeform sleeping on your bed? No shared language? None at all? And you say you EAT them? Wow. Okay. Okay. Not worried about any sort of, I don’t know, revolution? No? Okay. Hmmm. And there’s life forms on every surface? Really really small. Even smaller than you. Wow this is really kind of overstimulating I want out of here like asap

And can you imagine the terror a cybertronian would feel looking at a human and seeing them so similar only a human was derived from evolutionary chance and cybertronians have like. A confirmed god. Scary…. Even monkeys on a typewriter can replicate the genetic code of a god. The idea of evolution would freak out a cybertronian; a cybertronian basically controls their own ‘evolution’ over the course of a single lifetime and can modify their body at will, but a human is stuck with the form they have at birth, yet still manages to remain just as malleable as a cybertronian by dying frequently and fostering another generation. Scary! It would be like a family lineage is all one cybertronian splayed out and fragmented. I don’t think they’d like it one bit. They’d find the progression of life terrifying in the way it cares very little for autonomous choice. They’d look at a bacterium and then look at a person and then compare the two and run to the robot bathroom to robot stress vomit

rodimus sitting in ratchet's lap or between his legs, with his knees hooked over ratchet's, his panel open and exposed so that ratchet can freely play with his tdick. obediently sucking on ratchet's fingers and then whimpering when his own spit is spread all over his node. ratchet just kisses his neck and touches his valve, spreading his lips, rubbing his folds, just indulgently playing with him. gently massaging his tdick with his fingers and enjoying the way rodimus' hips rock into his touch. bonus points if rodimus is already sleepy and soft and not doing much other than breathing softly, leaning back against ratchet's chest, and making cute little noises when ratchet strokes the sensitive head of his clit. maybe he's too unfocused, drowning in arousal, to be embarrassed when ratchet spreads his pussy wide and just watches the way his clit twitches needily. maybe ratchet eventually gets him to overload; he pets and strokes rodimus' clit until the captain is trembling in his lap, overstimulated, and then coos and praises him as he finally cums. he can feel his tdick throbbing under his fingers as rodimus moans and clings to the arms wrapped around him. or maybe ratchet just teases him, plays with his array for an unbearably long time, and then when rodimus is panting and limp and fucked out without ever having overloaded, ratchet just gives his node one last gentle squeeze and then tells him to close up his panels again