Gutter-bot - A Little Bit Warped

His pretty smirk Im dying

Starscream being so needy for some respect and/or praise that he seriously tries to impress Silas and then one of his random human soldiers...

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So I'm working on a SMALL SIMPLE erotic Transformers x Human visual novel game

The gist of it is based on an art series I've been making and posting on my Patreon called The Aphrodite Collection.

The Aphrodite Collection is based on an au I came up with for the Patreon. All the pieces take place in a fancy brothel on Cybertron (ethically run, WITH the enthusiastic consent of all the workers involved uwu), where Cybertronians can indulge their curiosities about humans.

The brothel is called Aphrodite's.

AND it's owned by the Botmommy herself, Wyatt!

What's the aesthetic of the brothel, you might ask?

You can explore that HERE!

The game will allow you to pick any Transformer you'd like as your client(s) and indulge their erotic fantasies uwu.

Like I said, keeping the goal to be a very small project for the time being--something I can finish in like a month, with updates later in the future depending on how popular it gets and how much funding my patreon gets--which would allow me to spend more time on it.

Patrons in the 5$ and up tiers will get access to betas of the game and be able to give feedback as I develop it, etc.

Here's some of the base ideas that I'm already working on implementing first:

Ratchet (TFP version) is basically the brothel's in-house obgyn lol. But you can also fuck him! Knockout is the stylist. You can bang him too lol. Pretty much all the staff NPCs, including Wyatt, will be bangable. Idk man, times are tough and I think we all deserve something nice I guess. The finished version will be downloadable for everyone with a 'pay what you want' donation to avoid any legal trouble lmao. But if you'd like to support the project and get sneak peaks during development, you can throw $5 a month my way via the PATREON.

A - Z Megatron X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: sexual content, noncon(dubcon), voyeurism

Megatron/Reader(You) in which you are a captive who has found their place on board the Decepticon warship... as a sex toy

H is for Humiliation

You were halfway mad when his vicious laugh sounded in your audial processor, skittering down your backstrut like the jab of an energon prod. It does little to take your attention away from your impending overload, but it's enough to make you focus on his next words.

"I've acquired another Autobot it would seem. Perhaps someone you know?"

Overstimulated and barely conscious at this point, you couldn't even form one word - never mind a string of them - to ask what he was talking about. The feeling of the raised, overlapping ridges on his spike as he lifted you rhythmically up and down in his lap made holding onto a single thought nearly impossible. You opened your mouth to try, but all that came out was unintelligible gibberish, punctuated by a high-pitched whine as he tilted his hips up to meet you on a downward stroke.

Another cruel laugh. "Allow me to assist you."

He slid forward in his seat to maneuver you. Holding your waist with one servo, he used the other to arch you back, cradling your helm so you could see the aforementioned captive. It took a moment between the jostling and the reverse image to identify the bot, but you did indeed recognize them. Your former partner, before being taken captive.

'Primus... no.... don't look at me. You can't see me like this.'

At the angle Megatron was holding you, and judging by the look of shock on their faceplate, you imagined every sordid detail of this debauched deed was on display. You tried to fight the sensation he was subjecting you to, tried to ignore the delicious friction against your interior nodes as the Decepticon warlord skewered you over and over. The vulgar squelch of each lubricated thrust was punctuated by the moans they forced from your vocalizer.

'Stop... stop please!'

The sneering tyrant lifted your helm a little so you were looking back up at him, optics burning into you in a way that made you feel filthy.

"I'll make you a deal... tell me you want me to release you... and you're free to go. You and your... friend."

'What? No... he isn't serious? It's a trap. It has to be. He couldn't-ahh!'

Before the thought could even fully formulate his slid his claw through the abundance of fluid that had gathered around your entrance, flicking the node that was nestled just above. White hot pleasure shot through your processor, making your frame grow rigid, optics wide and unfocused as you tumbled ever closer to bliss.

"What are you waiting for?!"

The voice of your distressed ally was desperate and accusatory, and you scrabbled madly at the final shreds of your sanity, trying to make yourself form a reply.

Your captor's strokes became harder, deeper, his tone taunting as he hissed, "Yesss... what's stopping you? Say the words..."

Mouth dropping open, your only response was a hoarse shout, your attempts at articulation dying a swift and humiliating death.

"Say it!" he snapped, optics growing brighter, his knowing leer cutting into you like a blade of shame.

Yet sharper still was the promise of the ultimate, blinding pleasure you sought, the release he had kept from you for what felt like an eternity. So close, growing closer with every push and pull of his turgid length in your greedy little valve.

"Tell me to stop!"

"NO!!"

You didnt even have the decency to feel bad about giving in; no sooner had the refusal left your lip components than he gave you precisely what you needed. His thrust was so violent you thought for a nano-klik you might lose consciousness, but then overload ripped through you with all the force of a supernova, your scream so loud and ragged it rattled inside your helm. Megatron was quick to follow, his grip on you crushing as he seized, snarling his triumph.

Your body was lax as he removed himself from you before unceremoniously letting you slip from his servos to pool on the ground at his pedes. You couldn't even gather enough of your scattered wits to close your interface panel, unable to do much aside from twitch.

He glanced down at you with a raised brow ridge. "Pitiful."

Turning his attention to a subordinate, he instructed with a flippant wave, "Take them back to their cell."

A brief pause, punctuated by a chuckle.

"Be sure to prepare a cell adjacent to theirs as well for our newest... guest."

The gravity of what had just happened snapped into place in your suddenly very clear processor.

'Oh... frag.'

Perfect

sketch

Meeting of the minds

Enough, Reggie

TRUMPET BOY MEME

A - Z Megatron X Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Mild swearing

Megatron/Reader (You) in which you are a human who is far too curious for your own good

E is for Eyebrows

As surreptitiously as possible, you glance at him again from the corner of your eye as he spoke to Optimus, watching raptly as the jagged ridges that adorned his helm rose and fell. You had long since given up trying to decipher how Cybertronian 'eyebrows' were able to move freely without any notable joints. It was mind boggling, but eventually you had made peace with the fact that it was likely some aspect of their anatomy that you – as a human – were completely unaware of.

And while all Cybertronians that you had met thus far had these brow ridges, for some very absurd reason, your brain decided to fixate upon his. It might have been because of the fact that he wasn't a being you had been exposed to much prior to this temporary alliance, but you had a niggling suspicion it was the fact that he was dangerous that made it fascinating to watch him, thrilling even. Like getting in the water with a great white shark…

You scoffed a little at yourself as you turn away for a moment to glance at the papers in your hands. 'Didn't anyone ever tell you curiosity killed the cat?'

You heard Optimus' heavy steps as he retreated further into the bunker, looking up once more. Megatron was still there… and he was staring straight at you. You pale and look away instantly, trying to busy yourself with reading. His ominous steps rumbled the very foundations of the base, and to your horror you realize they are growing nearer. You slam your eyes shut, and when the thunderous footfalls stop, you know he's there… right there, a scarce handful of yards from you. Swallowing, you force yourself to open your eyes, your stomach dropping when you note the entire platform you are standing upon is now draped in a massive shadow. You're rethinking the whole 'shark' theory at this point, knowing fully well they rarely attacked people, and when they did it was almost always because you'd been mistaken for a seal or a turtle. This being… would not hesitate to crush you into a fleshy paste without an ounce of remorse.

You don't know whether to look up or not, which would seem like the greater insult?

"You've been watching me."

The knowing statement takes you by surprise, and without meaning to you lift your head and meet his gaze… only to freeze like a deer in headlights. His mouth is twisted into a sneer, his teeth sharp and vicious looking. Those, however, were definitely very shark like.

"Why?"

Its not a question… its a demand. The seconds tick by and his optics narrow… though one of those damned eyebrows inches upward. You decide to tell him the truth. Licking your lips, you take a steadying breath. "Y-Your eyebr-err, brow ridges. They're just… really emotive. It's… interesting."

He seems to study you, gauging your sincerity, you imagine. Eventually he realizes you are being truthful, his expression irritated… disgusted almost. Like someone who found a hair in their soup… not that Cybertronians had hair… or knew what soup was…

Suddenly he turns and walks away from you, in the direction Optimus had gone. You release the breath you'd been holding, gasping in relief. That was far too close for comfort. When his clipped voice reaches you from across the room - a terse command to cease - you don't need to be told twice. You nod vigorously and look back at your papers, muttering a quiet apology.

Your frazzled brain tries to sort out the tumult of sensations and thoughts running through your body. You feel like you're going to throw up and piss yourself and faint all at once. Thankfully you do none of that, and after some deep breathing manage to regain a measure of composure… though the shaking in your limbs doesn't subside. And yet… despite the fact that his command had held a clear hint of threat, your stupid human brain and its morbid curiosity pokes at you to look over at him yet again. Shaking away the foolhardy urge, you tell yourself firmly, 'No more poking the bear.'

I would be hard pressed not to stare. I'm the person who runs into a wolf and tries to pet it… so this is right up my alley.

리퀘스트) 마지막 리퀘입니다! 너무 늦어서 죄송하네여ㅠ

홀로폼 사웨와 고양이 래비지 조합을 보고 싶다고 하셔서 열심히 낋여왔습니다 뇌내망상이 가득한 홀로폼 의인화를 좋아해주셔서 감사합니다💙

Request) Here comes the final request! 🎉 Sorry for the delay 😭 Hakaba sama wanted to see holoform Soundwave and cat Ravage, so here they are! 🐾 Thank you for enjoying my holoform humanizations full of headcanon—I had so much fun drawing this! 😆💙

취향이기도 하고 실력적으로 무리기도 해서 그냥 선 단계에서 모든 힘을 다 쏟아내는데요 그럼에도 불구하고 이거지같은섬에버려진채색실력이지만 색을 입히는 이유: 색이라도 없으면 너무 노근본그먼씹자캐같이보일까봐 두.려.움.

넵 이게 최종 마지막 디자인입니다 더이상 디자인 건드릴수 없다 이 이상 자료조사 했다가는 잘 알지도 못하는 분야에 그만 머리가 터져버리고 만다 ㄹㅇ로 최선을 다했습니다 고마워요 사랑합니다

Well, it’s both my preference and my skill limit, so I pour everything into the line art stage. 💀 Still, despite my absolutely trash-tier coloring skills, I add colors anyway because… without them, it might look like some no-lore cringe mess OC—and that terrifies me. 😭

Yep, this is the final design. No more tweaks. If I research any further, my brain’s gonna explode from diving too deep into stuff I barely understand. Fr. 💀🔫

I did my best—thank you, love ya! 😭💕

Listen, after I witnessed Nautica tickling Megatron in mtmte, I am 100% sure girl can get away with anything

I love this so much. Louisa deserves a break. You go Isabella!

cactus beatdowns are definitely the answer to ppl making her sister do unnecessary labor